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11: Lover

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle

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Warnings: fluff, smau

a/n: not everything will have drama!!! This part is cute, there has to be a little of calm before a storm, right? Oh, and I added more info about Violet!

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The gifts stayed in the boxes, ignored in a corner of my living room behind the couch. Something wasn't right, something about that note made me have shivers.

But I ignored it. I ignored the gifts and kept living in my routine.

The first day without Lando was calm, relaxed. Being alone helped me analyze everything that happened last week, put my feelings on point and even write about them. I needed to clear my mind and see what I needed to do to start something new with him.

I was still scared, not knowing if it would become something like my previous relationships.

What if he cheats? No, right? 

What if he thinks I'm not enough? Maybe…

What if he… No, he wouldn't. 

Lando showed me how it is to be loved by him. He showed me that he respects my boundaries and that he will never cross the line I could make if I don't feel comfortable. He always waited for an approval before touching me and he even helped me feel better with myself after that incident with my period. It was easy loving him, his actions helped my feelings flow calmly like a river, making me accept those new emotions when I was around him.

We were friends, maybe only acquaintances that barely talked. But since things started to get clear, since the truth was told, we quickly became friends and something close to lovers. The speed of those feelings shocked me, watching how his little and gentle touches made me crave for his warmth, how he messed with my brain and made me do things I was terrified to do after everything I lived.

But it made me realize that I barely know him. I don't know what he likes, what he does besides driving a fast car. I never was that close to him to know that much of him. But he does know me, and I felt so disappointed with myself for not knowing him as much as he does with me.

At night the bed felt empty, even if it never did. I never cared about sleeping alone in a king-sized bed, being in the middle of it. But that night, after sleeping with him next to me practically all night, I missed him. 

“God, what did I become…” I sighed looking at the bracelet on my wrist.

I sigh, grabbing my phone, searching his chat and smiling when I saw the pictures he sent me of the filming.

Violet: Can I call you?

I took a deep breath and sigh, grabbing the pillow and hugging it. 

Then I heard a notification and smiled when I saw the FaceTime call. I accepted it, chuckling when I saw Lando on a bed too.

“You can't sleep, right?” he chuckled, making me shake my head.

“You’re just a good sleeping company” I smiled.

“Mhm” he chuckled. “Did you discover who sent you the boxes?”

“Oh… I think my parents” I sighed, smiling weakly. “A birthday gift, I guess”

“Well, at least they sent something” he sighed. “What are you going to do on Christmas Eve?”

“Well… I think I'll watch Christmas movies on Netflix during dinner” I sighed. “Maybe I'll even cook something. Why?”

“Oh, just to know” he smiled.

“How is the filming going?” I asked. 

“Nice! Is so cool, really” he smiled. “Max was a passenger in the car. It was so funny to watch” he laughed. 

I heard him talk, and his voice calmed me. It was like he was here with me, with my head in his chest and his arm around my shoulders.

“Violet?”

“Hm? Oh, sorry” I smile softly. “I'm a little tired”

“How was your day?” he asked softly.

“Fine, I guess… I stayed at home to do some work and clean the apartment” I sighed. “The usual”

“That's nice” he smiled. “Do you want me to stay on the call until you fall asleep?”

“Would you do that?” I smiled, feeling how my heart melted. “Please…”

“Of course” he nodded. “How is your period going? Does it still hurt?”

“No, it's… it's fine” I smiled. “Just took a warm shower, now I feel better”

I heard him humming softly and then talk about something else, helping me drift slowly in a deep sleep.

The next day I had to work, so I left my apartment early after making my lunch. Before walking out of the apartment I looked at the couch, sighing. I have a weird feeling about those gifts, but somehow I didn't want to believe my own instinct.

As I entered the building of the museum, one of my coworkers welcomed me with a warm smile.

“How was the trip in the snow?” she smiled.

“Really good, actually” I smile blushing. “I had a great time there. I went to the city that looks like the one of the book I told you”

“For real?” she gasped. “That's amazing!”

“Right?” I laughed softly, grabbing my phone and showing her the pictures I took.

“Oh? Who's this guy?” she smirked, pointing to the picture. “Harry?”

I felt shivers running down my spine when I heard his name. 

“N-no, someone else” I smiled weakly.

“Oh! Spill the tea, come on!” she chuckled, making me sigh and shake my head.

“Just a friend” I said. 

Because that's what he is, right? At the moment, we are only friends.

“He's a cute one” she laughed.

I smile and nod, walking away and going to my desk. I know I have work to do, but my mind started to work on something else.

Who sent me the packages? My parents knew I was on a trip, but not in the snow. And Lando said he wasn't… The shivers all over my body made me close my eyes and shake my head, trying to brush away that thought.

Eloise? Harry? But… if it was them, why signing as my parents? Why? If it was an apology they could have signed as themselves. 

I tried to focus on my work, on reading those books and translating some papers and writing in my notebook everything I needed to check out. But my mind kept working on something else.

“Violet, someone sent you these flowers!”

I flinched and looked up, frowning. But when I saw orange flowers on it, I relaxed a bit. Maybe Lando sent them.

“You are a lucky girl, hm?” my coworker laughed softly.

“Maybe” I smile softly.

I looked at the flowers and smiled, looking at the orange ones and smelling them. Then I saw the card and smiled while reading it.

‘I came to London today, do you want to hang out after work?’ 

-LN

I sighed, this time relieved, because I recognized his handwriting, the same handwriting of the cards he used to put inside every book he gifted me.

“Was it your “just a friend”?” she smirked, doing the quote marks with her fingers. 

“Yeah, yeah” I laugh softly, grabbing my phone and texting him.

Violet: I have lunch break around one

Lando🧡: then I'll be there a little earlier. I saw that there is a nice restaurant next to the museum

Violet: but I already brought my own food!

Lando🧡: you can save it for dinner ;) I just want to see you, can't wait four days

I smiled blushing, looking at the screen. He told me he was going to be busy and I assumed he couldn't come around, working hard with the filming. But the fact that he's using his free time to be with me just made me happy.

I looked at the clock of my wrist and I wished time passed faster. But knowing that Lando wanted to have lunch with me, made me focus more and finish half of my work at lunchtime.

I closed my laptop and grabbed my coat and scarf, hung my bag on my shoulder and looked at my coworker.

“I’ll come after lunch” I said, smiling. 

“I thought you brought your lunch? I saw your lunch box in the fridge” she frowned, making me smile and shake my head.

“I'm going with my friend” I smile, biting my lip.

I got inside the elevator and sigh, grabbing my little makeup pouch and fixing it, taking a deep breath when the door opened. The office where I work is at the other side of the museum, so I just had to walk over the exposition.

“Violet!” I heard him call me.

I gasped surprised when I saw him there, in the middle of the exposition of the ancient Rome and Greek exposition. I chuckle and walk towards him, hugging his neck when he opens his arms for me.

“Hey” he smiled, kissing my cheek.

“Hey” I chuckled looking at him. “Why did you come in? You had to buy a ticket, you could just have waited outside for me”

“Just wanted to surprise you” he smiled, making my heart melt.

“You already sent me those flowers, silly” I smiled. “But thank you, I loved them”

“I'm glad” he smiled. “Well… so you are working in this exposition? It's amazing!”

“Yeah, well… translating old texts and inscriptions” I said. “You want to have a look around?”

“Of course” he smiled.

I smiled when I felt his hand holding mine, hearing with attention everything I explained to him. I read him the original manuscripts as well as explained some of the items around the exposition and the ones of the other rooms.

“You are unique, Violet” he smiled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and kissing my temple.

I smile looking at him and wrapping my arm around his waist, walking around with him. He talked about how the filming is going, what they are going to film in the afternoon. And I let him talk while we stood in front of sculptures.

“Well, I'm hungry” I chuckled softly. 

“Oh yeah” he nodded, laughing and kissing my head. “Let's go”

We walked out of the museum and went to that restaurant he mentioned before, taking a table for two and ignoring the curious gaze from everyone inside, ignoring the fact that we were in public. Right now, everything that matters is right in front of me.

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f1gossip the last few days the rumors about Violet and Lando started to come back again. We'll remember you all some things about her to refresh our memory:

-Violet Grace Sinclair

-24 years old

-She studies History of Art in the London College and she already has the Ancient Languages degree

-Works in the British Museum as a translator in the exposition “Ancient Rome and Greece”

The first speculation about Lando and Violet started four years ago, the first time we saw her with his friends in the paddock, but those rumors died when we saw posts of Violet's boyfriend in the race with them.

But the last few days they have been spending time together on the snow trip with their friends and then alone back at home. 

What do you think?

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user2 Don't give us hopes! Some of us still ship them!

user6 Violet only wants fame, nothing more

user3 if she wanted fame she would be posting hints about Lando and her since they knew each other but she never did that!  user5 user3 is right! She was never in the garage during his races! Always watching the hospitality with his friends

user8 well, I think they would be cute together, actually! 

user9 wait a damn minute… isn't she the girl he's been simping for a long time? He always talks about someone on the streams but always using a fake name…

user7 Yes!! He always talked about someone called Grace… 👀

When we finished our lunch he walked with me back to the museum, not taking his hand away from mine.

“Lando… you know we are in the street, right?” I smile weakly. “I mean… people are watching”

“So? I don't care” he smiled. “I-I mean, only if you do! If you don't want to be seen with me it's okay. I totally get it”

“No, idiot” I laughed, nudging his side. “It's just… Well, you know that there are gossip pages, right?”

“Yeah”

“And that they shipped us over the years, right?”

“Oh, yeah. Landolet” he nodded proudly. “I won't lie saying that I never read about that. Kinda funny, tho… Their theories are really funny”

“So you knew that there were rumors about us around the Internet and never said anything to me?” I frowned, surprised. “Lando!”

“What? What did you want me to say?” he sighed, wrapping his arms around me. “Hey Violet, did you know that some of my fans think that we are dating and they are looking into your profile to check that you aren't a golddigger?”

“For example” I laugh softly. “But… you know I'm not a golddigger, right? I mean… I have a nice job, enough money…”

“Of course, silly” he chuckled, kissing the tip of my nose.

“And talking about job… I should go back” I sighed. 

“Right” he sighed, holding me tighter. “At what time do you finish?”

“I think at six. I have some things to update and then I'll help with other things” I nodded, smiling.

“Then I'll come to pick you up” he smiled, kissing the corner of my mouth, making me smile. “I can't sleep without you”

“God, you are so cheesy!” I laughed.

“And I know you love cheese” he smiled.

I laughed softly and hugged him tighter. He makes me feel like a teen again, giggling and smiling all the time. He makes me happy, and being away from him makes my heart ache. Is this how it feels being in love? I never felt this… neither with my ex's or with Harry.

“Let's have dinner in my apartment, hm?” I smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth. “We can order whatever you want”

“That sounds amazing” he smiled, brushing his lips on mine before kissing me. “I don't want to let you go”

“I have work to do” I whisper against his lips. “And you too”

“They can film things without me” he said, pulling away a little, brushing my hair out of my face. “Today I'm not needed there”

I look at him and bite my lip, cupping his jaw and looking at his lips. I don't care if we are in the street, in front of the door of my work. I don't care if people walk near and see us kissing. I assumed things like this would happen if I want to date him.

“You want to come see what I'm doing at work?” I smiled looking into his eyes. “But maybe you'll distract me and I will take longer…”

“I'll be as quiet as one of those sculptures” he said immediately, making me laugh and peck his lips. “Just give me somewhere to seat and some snacks and I'll be like one of those kids you see with the tablet”

“Alright, alright” I laughed softly, grabbing my pass from my bag and walking towards the staff door.

He walked with me, holding my hand and following me through the corridors of the building. We wasted a little time watching other expositions on our way to the studio, but it was worth it. Watching Lando getting interested in this place and listening to me made my smile grow wider.

“Hey Maya” I smiled at my coworker when I opened the door of the studio.

“Oh!” she smiled. “The guy!”

“The guy?” Lando laughed.

“The guy” I chuckled, nodding. “Maya, this is Lando”

“The just friend, hm?” She smirked, looking at our hands and how he followed me to my work desk.

“At the moment” Lando smirked, making me roll my eyes and laugh.

I grabbed one of the empty chairs and placed it next to mine, making him sit next to me. We took our coats off and placed them on the hanger and then we sat on the chairs.

“Here, put them” I said, giving him some fabric gloves. “I'm going to show you something, okay?”

“Okay” he nodded.

I smiled and after putting my gloves on my hands, I opened the box where the manuscript is being kept. I heard Lando take a deep breath and stop his breathing, like he was scared of contaminating the ancient paper with his breathing. I chuckled softly and unrolled it, putting the paperweight on every edge of it to keep it on the table.

“This is an old manuscript from the ancient Greece” I said looking at him.

“What does it say?” he asked, tracing his gloved fingers over the letters. 

“It's a text from Sophocles” I said. “From one of his plays. I'm just translating them and checking that what we have in the archives is right”

“Wow… God, Violet this is amazing” he said breathlessly. “Just… How many languages can you read?”

“Well… Latin and ancient Greek. And I can understand some hieroglyphics” I smiled looking at him. 

“Are you saying that you could be one of those people that can talk on a documentary about Egypt, walking around the pyramids and translate the first hieroglyphics they find?” he gasped, making me laugh. 

“I mean… first I need the title of historian, but yeah” I nodded. 

“I'm going to make some calls, then” he joked, making me chuckle.

“Idiot” I laughed softly, hitting his shoulder. “Do you want to be a worker of the museum for a day?”

“Oh yeah! What do I have to do?”

We spent the rest of the day there, sitting next to each other on my desk while I translated the texts and he wrote them on my laptop. There were some minutes of rest to cuddle a little and even to take some snacks.

But never in my life have I imagined that I could have Lando Norris, the McLaren Formula 1 driver, sitting next to me and helping me work.

“Well, we're done for today” I smile looking at him. 

“Thank God” he smiled, stretching and closing my laptop.

“Okay lovebirds, you two did a good job” Maya smiled looking at us. “I received the archives. You can go home”

“Got it” I smiled, standing up and stretching.

Lando got up and we collected our coats and my bags and he immediately grabbed my backpack while giving me my shoulder bag.

“You worked hard all day, I'm sure your back hurts” he said, kissing my temple. “And this backpack is heavy, so let me take it”

I chuckled softly and nodded, walking out of the studio with him and going hand in hand through the corridors of the museum, going to expositions we hadn't seen together yet.

“I just love the fact that I had my personal guide here” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around me again. “And the way you explain things make it easier to understand this art”

“Well, maybe I can be your personal guide everywhere we go” I chuckled. “Maybe next summer we can go somewhere like Italy or Greece, hm?”

“Oh, definitely” he nodded, kissing my head.

We walked around the museum, him taking pictures of me with his camera while I was looking at the paintings or sculptures. We acted like a couple, and somehow I liked that, I liked how relaxed and calm we are next to each other, how good it feels when he wraps his arm around me or I wrap my hands around his arm. 

Somehow I knew my phone was going to be full with notifications. Deep inside me I knew that people around us wouldn't be quiet and they would post things about us. But watching how calm he was, ignoring the fact that people took pictures of us, made me stay calm too. I accepted this, I knew that this was going to happen sooner or later.

And having him in my apartment, helping me to set the table after the delivered food came, just made me realize how much I want this. How much I want him.

“Why are you so smiley?” he chuckled curiously, looking at me.

“Oh nothing…” I smiled. “I'm just… happy. I'm happy to have you here with me, to sleep with you again. I'm just happy that you wanted to spend your free time with me, or even skip going back to the filming just to be with me while I was working”

“That's because you are worth it, Violet” he smiled, holding my hand. “You are worth every second, every minute our hour with. And I promise this will be forever. I won't be tired of spending time with you, I'll run back to you every time I can, showing you how much I love you and how much you mean to me”

“That's… No one said something like that to me, Lando” I smiled softly, touched by his words. 

“Well, get used to it” he smirked. “Because I won't stop, never in my life. You are stuck with me”

And I gladly accepted it. I gladly accepted to be stuck with him.

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[trielle]

I'm feeling rather retrospective, being that today is the day my husband retired from the Army. He rode up to the ridge this morning. As he does since he retired. I get emotional about it at times. Seeing his body with the scars and stitches. His hesitant to go bare-chested or swim in public places because of the stares he'll get from those who see the results of his years in service. This blog not only shows off my fetish to exhibit my body but shares how we live and why we live as we do. These pictures...just 4 of hundreds... are one of the reasons why we do what we have done. Why I am allowed to be so free sexually. So much has to do with what my man has experienced, seen...done. I have his farewell retirement speech. His retirement was a big deal in the 75th Ranger Regiment. Silver Star, two Bronze, DSC, Combat Action badge, Airborne Ranger Pin. First into the fray and last one out. He was referred to as the "Top". Top Sgt. When he walked into a room, people sat up. When he was asked for an opinion, you best be ready for a direct and honest answer. Guess I'm rather proud of my grizzly, broken-nosed, weather-beaten SOB of a husband. With his permission, here are his final remarks given during his retirement:

General ####, Colonel ####, State Representative ####, my fellow warriors of the 75th, spouses and loved ones, ladies and gentlemen.

So long ago, but it seems like yesterday, in some way, when I first stepped through the gates of Fort Sill to begin my incredible journey with the Army and my fellow Rangers. From the Amazon to Africa...to some of the worse dung heaps that occupy this planet's surface. Each mission a gut twister. Each return a search for its purpose. But I learned to live and appreciate my life even more. To this day, I live by that purpose of appreciating and living my life on my terms and to its fullest.

To live, man must act; to act, he must make choices; to make choices, he must define a code of values; to define a code of values, he must know what he is and where he is – i.e., he must know his own nature (including his means of knowledge) and the nature of the universe in which he acts – i.e., he needs metaphysics, epistemology, ethics, which means: philosophy. A warrior is a philosopher. There is no better witness to the full gamut of human experience than the warrior. A warrior is also a Renaissance man or woman...someone who can change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, cut down a tree, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, plant a garden, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. I can say (except for the last)...been there, done that. In my life...my military career taught me to be a jack of all trades...but a master of none. In my business, specialization is for insects. We either learn to adapt or we do not come home. Ladies and gentlemen, the Army gave me outstanding skills in leadership and managing a diverse corps of individuals of every shape, size, and color. But we were all Army green. We all shed the same color of blood and salty tears. To be blunt, ladies and gentlemen, the Army taught me to kill. To kill until there was nothing left to kill when it came to combatants. Put them in body bags, and you go home to your family and have a long cold beer. Now, I understand that this might seem rather harsh and graphic, especially to the civilians in the hall. But, as many of you in the command know...especially you, Sgt Major #####, I was never one not to give an honest opinion. My words right now are directed to the young men and women ready to face what I have faced in the upcoming years and in the wars our country is currently in. Listen to me now, and listen well soldiers. When you are out there and it's hitting the fan and you don't think you're going to get out of it alive. You turn pit bull mad dog mean. I mean pit bull effing mad dog mean and you do what is necessary to survive the shit storm, keep your fellows alive and get back to your loved ones. Send your adversaries to hell or wherever they believe they will go and get back home. That was always my prevailing thought when I stepped into the shit storm. That and getting each and every Ranger under my command out. I achieved the former but, at times, failed in the latter. Those young faces will never leave me, and even after I hang up my BDU's for the last time, they will always be in the back of my mind. Warriors who gave their best but never made it back.

Ladies and gentlemen, before I depart this dais, I would like to share a toast and a prayer from my Sioux Grandmothers' peoples for those who did not return. A toast to our honored hero's,

Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep.

To all of you in this hall. You have honored me and my wife, and I shall surely miss each and every one of you who have cussed my name, called me friend, and stood beside me as we faced the storm together. De Oppresso Liber...always and forever.

Thank you.

[moonchildridden]

NottPun, that couple (who’re not exactly a couple) that showed a lot of nuances in less than an hour: cute and lovable toxicity, hard work and workshop in secret rooms just to save up time (Episode 1)

You know the shit is good when it makes the dead rise.

  War Of Y. A good sister series to Y Destiny, where we have 4 couples, each one with a story that seeks to show and expose the inside juice of the acting industry, especially in the Y-area. The couples, as it follows, are NottPun (with the story “New Ship”), GusBew (with the story “War of Managers). KlaPeek (with the story “Y-IDOL) and MostAchi (with the story “Wife”). And just like Y Destiny, as soon as you see the trailers for the stories, is not difficult to see that things are prone to get dark and dirty very fast and all you can do is put your seat belt on and pray it keeps you in place the entire journey.

To be honest, I wasn’t planning to make any analysis/rant/theory posts about this series, because I’m lazy and also have a post about LeoFiat in the drafts since last year, that I seriously need to finish before their new series airs but after I watched the first episode and identified the themes presented in them, my brain just got into that overdrive mode that keeps nagging me until I actually sat down and started writing. And, oh boy, I can’t wait to show you guys what my brain cooked.

Before we get this little baby on the road, the usual disclaimers: everything that you guys will be reading in this post is the result of my observations into very specific parts of the episode, frame by frame repetitive viewing and me getting to the most plausible conclusion after taking all in, meaning that most of the things will be on the speculative territory, others in (maybe) theory territory and some can (or so I think) be proven by in-dialogues and scenes arrangements, so take things with a grain of salt, ok?

I will divide this in segments to make it easy for you guys to follow my thought process and also will follow the order of events presented in the episode, with things in bold being mostly dialogues and things in italic being me emphasizing or exaggerating my thoughts. So, consider me an impostor today because I will vent a lot in here.

Oh, and also, for those who do not know me and landed here by accident, I’m moonchild, your resident theorist and analyst, back to business because my brain hates me. Nice to meet you, and let’s get into it.

Characters profiles

The thing that I hate the most is when I need to establish myself a character sheet myself, because it can be wildly inaccurate and make my understanding of certain actions wrong just because I based my ideas of a character in a biased viewing. However, when we only have one episode and not a lot to work on, in terms of ground to analyze, the only thing I can do is extrapolate a bit and hope I get something right. This was exactly what I did here.

Starting with Nott. Nott seems to be a very easy going and approachable person, smiling more and being friendlier even when the people around him simply do not give room for that to happen. This easy going way of being extends to how he views certain aspects of his job as an actor, such as love scenes, and also his personal live, with him being a bit of a flirt when he’s with Pun. He also seems intense sometimes and rather competitive, which gives him an image of someone who you should never fuck with, unless you want problems.

Oh, and he smokes. I just needed to point that out.

Moving on to Pun, this guy seems to be on the verge of getting annoyed by everyone and everything and it only needs one person to fuck up really good for him to explode and wish that the world would burn and not spare anyone (me, for real). He also seems a bit arrogant, a jerk at best and a borderline toxic at worst, getting a high in humiliating people he deems below him (Pharaoh and GusBew) and in being adored. He’s more competitive that Nott and seems to be that type of person willing to do almost everything to get where he wants, including tearing down people he sees as his competition.

  (As a side note, Pun is so fucking pretty with this hair that I would kill for him. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk)

Overall, they are a good match. Nott keeps Pun in check a little bit, as Pun could be classified as a bit of a brat, and Pun brings out a more risky side of Nott. A real match made in heaven.

Now, contrary to what I did in my PuthKaeng analysis, jumping straight to my vision of their relationship, the tone and ambience of the episode was not exactly focused on the relationship between Nott and Pun but how the environment of their job and their personalities converge and what type of reactions that convergence causes. Because of that, this post (and possibly the ones after this) will focus more on the themes that the episodes are trying to convey, after all that’s the main premise of the series: expose of the industry; and also, there is not much of their relationship shown here to warrant a whole single post about it, except a few things that I noticed and rented a fucking triplex in my head since morning, and I will be talking about that in the end of the post.

So…to the themes that I managed to identify on the episode, we have mainly four:

1. Apparent lack of space/dispute between BL actors;

2. NC scenes and their placement in series (existence, intensity, etc);

3. Unequal treatment between actors;

4. Sexual harassment from important figures within the industry/society in general.

1.       Apparent lack of space/dispute between BL actors

The episode starts with an award ceremony show being transmitted live and the biggest prize of the night, The Greatest Y, being announced and right of the bat is possible to notice some “tension” between Pun specifically and the other actor that was nominated for the same award, Atichon, if the looks he keeps throwing in Atichon’s direction are any indicative of that. Because they are in a public setting, there is a certain professionalism in front of the attendees and the cameras, just for the sake of not creating problems for any of them.

Atichon won the award and, until there and the speech he have, things seem pretty “normal”, until we move to the next scene, which is those mini fan meetings that actors usually do after events like these and here it is almost possible to identify a sub-theme: the allusion of the fragility of the actor’s fame in the industry and how the fans seem to move too fast from couple to couple, cheering for what’s in the spotlight at that moment: first they cheer for GusBew (the new actors in the block, per se) and take their photos, then they cheer for NottPun (the seniors of GusBew) and take their photos and then they cheer for AtichonDew (the seniors of NottPun) and take their photos.

While this may seem normal for some people, the point here is how the crowd “loses” interest of a couple as soon as a new one is put in front of them, and the amount of “influence” these same actors have in the industry. The fans here are being treated as migratory birds, and the fact that the show is using the biggest driving force of any celebrity, their followers, to such how unstable this type of environment can be and how the idea that there is not enough space to everyone in the industry, that someone always have to lose so that other one can shine is being ingrained in the minds of the actors.

The industry is basically saying that they have a room with a limited space, and they are too saturated to accommodate everyone, so a few people will need to give up their seats to make things more comfortable. Consequently, causing clashing between the actors and rising the competitive spirit (mind you that I’m not saying that being competitive is bad, but that the type of competitive behavior that the industry is promoting here is the real problem).

  2.       NC scenes and their placement in series (existence, intensity, etc)

This one is a bit tricky, because it may be just me reading into this too much but sometimes that’s the only way of actually understanding things, being the only part of the themes that I’m not really sure if it is intentional or not. Regardless, it took me to a tangent out of this world and I feel like I need to put this here.

Anyway, during the script reading meeting, Pun’s manager asked to the screenwriter is the amount of NC scenes wasn’t a bit too much and the screenwriter answered with a “I think it is normal when the characters grow up, the story gets more intense”, “the customers want them” and “who wants to make a season 2 lighter than the last?”. That answer took me to three points:

1 – The idea that to show maturity/character growth inside the story, it is explicitly necessary to show their intimacy, or the characters are not “mature” enough, kind of equating sex with maturity

Putting aside the discussion about how affection between queer couples is shown almost hesitantly in series, even those where being queer is their “selling point”, and how when is actually shown is almost always in a extreme way and can be considering a way of pandering to the fujoshis or not, the way the screenwriter explained the amount of the NC in the story made it seem like more than half of the story will have NC scenes because without that, even with the couple being mature, the couple would not be considered mature, which is kind of…weird, to say the least. And don’t get me started in how that way of thinking can be harmful to ace people.

2 – The absurd demand for NC scenes, instead of actual plot

We all have in mind that one series that we think that have too many NC scenes, just to hide the fact that there is no actual plot and how NC scenes are marketed and sold, more than the story itself, almost like they are separate entities. As the public that consumes BL (I’m generalizing here for the sake of convenience, I know not every person that watches BL is like that), we tend to focus more on series with a strong sexual content, even when that is not the focal point of the series (for example, Pornographer was a story with a strong sexual content whose plot revolved around that). The “costumers” the screenwriter was referring in their answer is us, the public that will watch the series, and we are mainly responsible for the adding, sometimes unnecessary, of NC scenes, just because they know it something that sells and can guarantee the series a sure thing light level of success.

[I’m not saying that NC scenes are unnecessary per se of that there is a X amount of acceptable NC scenes before the series can be considered soft porn, but that the high demand of more “mature stories” (mature here being actual sex scenes and not stories with mature characters) is making good quality of plots a difficult thing to archive.]

3 – The fact that a good chunk of screenwriters CAN’T make a good second season

Together With Me: The Next Chapter and I Promised You The Moon. Two of the most awaited seasons of their respective years, with high expectations being put in how good they would be. Two seasons that ended up giving us a big unnecessary headache.

Second seasons, after the couple is already together, should be usually made to show that same couple in a domestic setting, their adaptation to a new environment, how they resolve their problems, how they face the difficulties life throw at them, stuff like that. It may happen that a drama or two appear along the way, but nothing that takes 90% of the plot or be that heavy to the point of destroying the couple’s constructed relationship. Many people would literally PAY (no joke!) just to see their favorite couple just being cute and lovey dovey with each other, having their day by day normally, so the idea that a second season need to be more intense than the first is not as linear as the screenwriter is trying to make seem. You need to give valid reasons for the intensity, like unresolved issues left hanging in season one, a coherent added problem, and not just make an intense second season for the sake of making an intense second season.

That type of behavior gives the impression that the screenwriters have ZERO idea of how to write a happy couple and that if they don’t create problems out of thin air, may end up dying. AKA, lazy writing in my opinion.

3.       Unequal treatment between actors;

This may sound a bit random but anyone who has been following KinnPorsche's cast for a while will surely remember that Apo said in an interview that one of the reasons that made him leave the industry was that there was no equal treatment between the actors in a series' cast and the crew in general.

Being more specific, he talked about how the protagonists were treated as if they were basically royalty on the set, being able to have everything they wanted, when they wanted, and those who were not "important" in the story (secondaries and extras) were treated as if they were expendable. Nothing shows and explains this better than the scene in which GusBew and their managers are practically in the middle of the hallway, while Bew was getting his makeup done, and NottPun had a climate-controlled room with mineral water and ice cubes specifically prepared and waiting for them. Or the scene where Gus was going to prepare something to drink and one of the staff directs him to another corner because the corner he was in belonged to the protagonists, with a plaque literally written “For Pun Only”. Or even the fact that Pan's manager made the staff skip the queue shooting and put NottPun’s scenes before the ones GusBew were shooting  just because she (or Pan probably) wanted to come home early.

Let me repeat: Pan's manager went over the shooting schedule and MANAGED to delay the scene of other actors just because her actor is the protagonist in the series and left the other actors whose schedule had to be adapted because of that to deal with the consequences. It was basically a “if you’re not the protagonist, just resume yourself to your insignificance and be quiet, because you're not the boss here”.

Other thing that kind of gives the sense of this inequality is how, going back to the beginning of the episode, in the after event ceremony, every time one of the actors is introduced, we get to see their IG profile and the amount of followers they have. GusBew, probably because they are new in the industry, are the ones with the lowest numbers (with 3.2k and 2.8k respectively), followed by NottPun with 850k and 731k respectively and AtichonDew with 1.34M and 1.7M respectively. This is their way of saying that the way they will be treated will follow the “influence” they have in the industry and the most fame you have, the better you will be treated and the better opportunities you will have; I bet that if Atichon made the same demands NottPun, or their managers, do, NottPun would be left to wait while Atichon’s demands were attended.

Because, even if Pun hate to admit, he knows that Atichon is more respected and well treated than him.

4.       Sexual harassment from important figures within the industry/society in general.

Well…when I said things could get dark in a heartbeat in this series, I was not lying. The things I was talking about were already pretty serious but now we are going to tackle something even more serious: the lack of bodily autonomy that the actors have within the industry and how big figures use the power they have to get sexual favors from them. Because of that, this part comes with a trigger warning of sexual assault and sexual harassment and if you don’t feel comfortable with this kind of content, maybe is better to avoid this section entirely.

Anyway. We've all heard rumors (and we're even sure that many things like this really happened) that a lot of actors in the industry have been harassed by screenwriters, novel authors, directors, broadcasters, anyone with enough power to leverage or screw up the lives of actors who you can imagine (a good example, the most recent actually, is the harassment Mile suffered from one of the KinnPorsche’s novel authors). Most of the time this happens without the actors' managers knowing but, in some cases, actors are convinced by the managers to do certain "pleasures" for certain people in exchange for opportunities in the company they are in or in the industry in general, and these treats they are almost always of a sexual nature, which makes an already complicated situation of social and economic inequality much worse than it could be.

Leaving aside Pan's somewhat "toxic" personality and how obnoxious he can be, the way he almost screamed with his eyes for his manager not to leave him alone with the man there, how he angrily rubbed himself in the bath after the meeting, crying while remembering being touched against his will, shows that even those most "willing" to sell a little more than acting, feel pressured to do so because they feel they NEED to do that so they can stay in the industry and not be left behind. And here we're talking about someone who probably already had an idea of ​​what could happen during that meeting, can you imagine someone new to the industry, having their first role, dreaming of gaining fans and solidifying themselves in the market? Anyone underage, like Barcode for example, who had the authors using him to get massages in exchange of help with the script? Someone with no one else to advise them at these times? How many Pans are there in this industry, being coerced into pleasing people with money in exchange for publicity, a role on a major network, a year-end award? It's almost scary to think about it.

Still on the subject of unwanted touches, I was scrolling on twitter and reading some tweets about the episode and I came across a tweet that caught my attention and added another thing on this post, that I really didn’t think it was something that important to mention or analyze but considering that nothing in this episode is random and serves a purpose, now I can’t stop thinking about it.

Pun, besides being a little bratty and coming across as rude sometimes, seems to hate being touched, to a degree that every time someone touches him, immediately after his manager gives him spray so he can use. It happened when he waited for Pharaoh to step aside so he could go to his room, it happened after GusBew asked to take pictures with him and it happened (albeit justifiable this time) after the meeting with the TTV sponsor. In all of those instances, he only “allowed” the touches to happen because he was being polite, not because he actually wanted which, according to the tweet I mentioned earlier, could mean two things:

1 - His apparent germophobia could be an allusion to how Pun feels about how he is in the industry, as in the fear of being sullied and ruined, losing every part of himself because of the industry so the action of cleaning himself after physical contact could be the way he found to keep him “intact”;

2 - Could be a reaction to past trauma, most possibly of sexual nature.

No matter what the reasons are for this behavior, one sure thing is that Pun hates being touched and only allows certain people that privilege. One of them is his manager and the other, surprisingly enough, is Nott; in ANY MOMENT, Pun swayed away from Nott’s touch and, if I do say so myself, seemed very comfortable having Nott by his side, something that could mean that Nott, in a weird sense, is some sort of safe place for Pun (more about this later).

  Overall, the episode tackled in a very straightforward way a few things that we always wondered if happened in the industry and didn’t shy away from making us feel uncomfortable in the right moment, while also making us think deeply about the themes portrayed in the episode and BillySeng undoubtedly killed as NottPun, making us see the emotions and pay attention to every action the characters were doing. They evolved a lot since Secret Crush On You and I can assure that NottPun were made for them.

Not gonna lie, I was a bit skeptical about the premise of the series and wondered if they would really deliver what they were promising but after watching the first episode, see how much thought was put into the script, the acting, the setting, the delivery, the soundtrack, the pacing, everything, I can only praise their work and be really excited to see what’s next in store. It’s not easy to make a god criticism of an industry you are part of but the WOY team managed to give us exactly what they said they would: the ugly and unglittered side of the acting industry, as raw as they could do, while still being artistic about it.

10/10. Definitely recommend.

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 Now that I took the main bulk of the episode out of the way, I feel like I need to talk about the thing that rented a triplex in my mind and is living in rent free since yesterday, that is the relationship between NottPun. I think is very clear that in almost 10 pages on Word, I rarely mentioned about their sexual relationship or anything adjacent, simply because the episode itself does not focus that much in that aspect, choosing to highlight the jealousy, the competition, the pressure and the harassment that exists in this industry. However, I could not, in good faith, not mention that, not when there is so much in the little details that say more that they are explicitly showing to us.

Is PuthKaeng all over again, guys, I swear to god.

Before I begin, I want to make something very clear, to make sure we are all on the same foot here: NottPun have sex on a regular basis and Nott have feeling for Pun. This is not me reading too much into things, wishful thinking or pretending to see something that’s not there, this is me stating facts and being backed up by the characters themselves and the in-dialogue.

Going into them having sex on a regular basis theory, the first confirmation to that idea is when they meet and Pun complaints to Nott that he was late, getting a “I need to relax myself, I can’t just standby for you all the time” as an answer. The way he said that made me conclude that it is normal for Pun to ask Nott for sex and that Nott usually has free time to do that but he can’t just wait for Pun to be in the mood or only be available to service Pun, he also has his own needs, at his own time, needs that need to be satisfied, just like Pun satisfies his needs with Nott.

The second confirmation to that idea is the room they use to meet up and how organized everything seemed to be. Them going to the hotel in different times but still one after another, Nott going in first to get the room key and wait for Pun, the little sign Nott used when he saw Pun (touching his hat) and the fact that Pun went straight for the room (a little side note here, because this just popped into my head and I need to share. As nothing in this episode is random, I ended up searching for the meaning of the number of the room they meet, and the result I got was that the number 701 is all about personal power, divine assistance, new beginnings, inner wisdom and spiritual awakening. The bolded words are my doing; I leave you guys to figure out how that could relate to NottPun), with an easiness can only be attributed to an action that you do with some regularity, like muscle memory.

The third confirmation is actually two-fold, and this is where things get a little interesting:

1 - Before they went to the hotel, Pun asked Nott if the fact that the new season of their series would have so many NC scenes didn’t bothered him, so Nott answered with a simple “is just sex”, making Pun say that “is not sex, is acting”, prompting a weird expression to appear on Nott’s face, as if he was not expecting that adamant answer from Pun. The fact that Pun felt the need to make that distinction could be boiled down to the fact that he didn’t want to Nott to mix up things and end up treating what they do during the shooting for the series as an extension of what they do off-cam, i.e. them making out on their free time was not the same as they “making out” during the shooting.

2 – Inside their secret room, Nott asks Pun if what they are doing or about to do is “sex or just acting”, like he was challenging Pun to say something specific. While he was asking that, he kept caressing Pun’s ear and the way he smiled and seemed pleased while doing that makes me think that he knows very well what that action does to Pun (the man really looked like he was on cloud 9 in that moment), meaning that he has done that before enough times to know the results. That action was not a spur of the moment, it was something deliberated, almost like muscle memory.

Remember this: “in ANY MOMENT, Pun swayed away from Nott’s touch and, if I do say so myself, seemed very comfortable having Nott by his side, something that could mean that Nott, in a weird sense, is some sort of safe place for Pun (more about this later)”? Now is later, so let me talk about this.

My idea of Nott being some sort of safe place for Pun can be backed up by two particular situations, and both of them were kind of intimate. The first one is after they did what they went to that room to do, while Pun is sleeping. The way he hugs Nott, the way he rubs his face on Nott’s chest, the way he leans closer to Nott while making little satisfied noises is behavior of someone who’s very comfortable enough to be vulnerable on his sleep, with another person lying down next to them. And Nott was eating that clingy Pun, hugging him back, pulling Pun closed, smiling and then recording a story to post on his private IG account.

The second one is when they are shooting one of their NC scenes (the same one Pun’s manager skipped the queue for) and Pun seems to be a bit too stiff during their kiss, something that Nott noticed right away. While I’m debating myself between whether Pun being stiff is something that the character he was playing of him himself was stiff for some reason, what I want to point out here is the fact that Nott caressed Pun’s ear and, no joke, immediately Pun just relaxed his body and became more receptive for the kiss; the fact that they played the scene where Nott did the same in the hotel room while the current action was happening during the shooting was supposed to make a connection and say something: that something being that that specific action have a deeper meaning than just be a part of foreplay, it can also be used to make Pun more relaxed and less tense in situations where he could usually feel like that, like for example being touched.

It is like Nott touching Pun’s ear was a way of him saying that he would not hurt him or do more that he was allowed to. Their secret code; and the implications of that become even deeper when you put into account that Nott have feelings for Pun, because yes, he does, and I also have proofs of this to back it up.

The first one is when Nott is recording the story and Pun tells him to delete it. Nott, as an excuse, asks “if he deletes it, what will he watch when he misses Pun?” and then proceeds to kiss Pun. I don’t know the etiquette on how to act around casual sex partners but I’m almost sure that saying that you need a video to watch when you miss that person is not exactly what we would consider normal behavior in those situations. And while one could argue that he meant that in a sexual way, I can counter-argue without issue.

The second one, still while they are in the room, happens when Pun takes the phone from Nott’s hands, scrolls through his IG stories and stop on a picture of Nott with somebody else, probably the person that “relieved” Nott’s stress before he went to meet up with Pun, and asks “is this the business you told me about?”. Nott then answer with a “it’s just temporary business, it’s not as ‘serious’ as the next story”, referring to a picture he took of him and Pun together. His choice of words were intentional, with him basically saying that, no matter who he sleeps with, Pun will always be more important.

Adding to that, something that may slip during the viewing, mostly because the messages were not translated, is the fact that Pun sent a text message asking if Nott was busy and to meet him and Nott, despite saying that he could not be on standby for Pun all the time, ditched the person that was with him and went to see Pun. I repeat, Nott, the same person who basically said that couldn’t just be on beck and call for Pun, did exactly that when Pun asked if he was free, something that he was not. Do with that information what you will.

The third and final proof is actually on the trailer for this first story and also the teaser for the next episode. In the trailer, when Pun asks Nott why “he service (makes fanservice) that hard?”, Nott says that “he cares about Pun, admire him and that everything he does, it is all him”, and in the teaser for the second episode we have a complement of that last sentence, where Nott also asks “what service is Pun talking about?”, basically saying that everything he does for Pun, sexual or not, in front of fans or not, simple or not, is because he wants to do it, not because he feels obligated to do it. Nott could’ve outright confessed his feelings for Pun, it would be the same thing.

(And don’t get me started on the crazy idea that Nott is not exactly sleeping with other people but only making it seem like just to try to make it look like he has other options and it’s not sticking only to Pun. I swear to god, I’m more smart and objective than this).

There is so much more I’m sure I missed in this episode and each time I rewatch it, I always end up discovering something new, this is how very well layered this episode is. The more you watch, the more secrets you find out, your interpretations of certain things change and your perception is expanded, and I can’t wait for next week and the episode that will talk about how we analyze the relationship between actors based on social media interactions and how the misuse of fanservice can create more troubles than it’s worth. And you guys can bet I will be here again, talking about that.

[twsthoodstar]

Twst x Pokémon Pt. 3

This is a part 3 of the last Pokémon post I did, this time with the vice dorm leaders. Sorry this is so late, I’ve been feeling under the weather recently 😓 But I’m starting to feel better now.

Request/idea received from this Anon

Babysitting their crush’s Pokémon while they’re away. However, that task has proven more difficult than expected.

Trey Clover ♣️

Trey was both delighted and nervous when you asked him to babysit Slurpuff. He had only hoped it wouldn’t be as troublesome as certain glutinous monster cat, although he had to admit he was curious. Slurpuff looked so soft and squishy! It couldn’t be that much of a handful could it?

Well needless to say, Slurpuff was actually very helpful in the kitchen. It’s unique sense of smell helped pick the best ingredients and it was more than happy to aid in assembling the treats for the Unbirthday Party, nudging Trey to taste the batter. It reminded Trey of his little siblings back home, how they’d always try and sneak a piece.

However, it all went downhill once the part started. One by one everyone’s cakes and cookies disappeared without a trace. Unaware of the pink Pokémon sneakily using Physic to float the wonderful pastries into its mouth. But it’s cover was blown when it tried to steal Riddle’s tart, and Trey had to step in before the poor little thing lost its head.

Ruggie Bucchi 🐾

Better hope Ruggie doesn’t eat your precious little bundle of wool, might be hard to hold himself back. Shi shi shi, he’s only kidding! He wouldn’t do that to you! Unfortunately, Wooloo seemed to take that very personally and rolled away! It hadn’t even been 5 minutes and Ruggie was already chasing it down!

Poor Wooloo; perhaps leaving it in a dorm full of hungry carnivores wasn’t the greatest idea. Because it zoomed all over the place, trying to flee from any large beastmen. Though I’m sure it looked hilarious seeing the vice dorm leader chasing after a living pillow. Ruggie eventually needed Jack’s help in catching the little guy, and it surprisingly took a liking to the first year!

Wooloo was all over Jack, hiding behind his legs and nuzzling into his bushy tail. Peering at Ruggie with big nervous eyes. He hadn’t planned for this, Ruggie wanted to show you just how responsible he was all on his own, that included caring for your pet. But it couldn’t be helped. Jack hadn’t planned to babysit, but it seemed he had no other choice.

Jade Leech 🐬

(I love Psyduck so much 🥰)

Now Psyduck here is a bit of a special case, so you were a bit hesitant to leave it with Jade. Now there was nothing to worry about, Jade makes sure your Psyduck is well taken care of, he’ll pamper it to perfection. He has claimed he enjoys serving others. Although it appears Psyduck is a rather sensitive creature. But that just makes things more interesting, plus it’s adorable to boot.

Constantly rubbing it’s head, it takes in its surroundings rather slowly. It barely realized you left the room and was just recently waddling around looking for you, poor dear. 😅 Well this shouldn’t be a problem; playtime with rubber duckies, drawing a bath, Jade makes sure Psyduck is in top shape until you get back! However, there was one mishap Jade wasn’t preparing for.

It takes special skill to escape Jade’s well trained eye, and Psyduck just happened to find that perfect moment. Before it knocked into Jade’s terrarium, spilling out all kinds of plants and muck onto the floor with a big bump on its head. It was an accident, but Psyduck couldn’t shake that sudden glare in the eel’s eye. Not even when Jade rubbed its bruised head affectionately.

Floyd Leech 🦈

Oh boy, Gible was not happy about you leaving. Especially leaving its care to a stranger like Floyd. It stomped around and grumbled like a fussy toddler, aggressive to anyone that came near it. While everyone was afraid of getting their hand chewed off, Floyd remained as careless and as brave as ever. So Shrimpy left this little sharkie to be his playmate? How fun!

Gible did not want to play with Floyd, it tried making that as clear as possible. Playing basketball? Deflated. Some squeaky toys? Shredded to pieces. Dancing? It chomped the radio to bits. A yummy platter? Scarfed it down, plate and all. Floyd was clearly losing his patience and started to shift into one of his outrageously random mood swings.

Talk about bad timing when you have an angry Gible pouting across the room. Floyd, now upset the Pokémon wasn’t accepting his friendship, made the mistake of trying to squeeze it. Gible bit him 😬. Chomped right down on his hand, but suprisingly Floyd was fine. It did take Azul and Jade awhile to pry it off, then to keep Floyd from biting back! Hopefully, you’ll return soon before the Lounge ends up in shambles.

Jamil Viper 🐍

Honestly Jamil thinks your Salandit is super cool. Sly and cunning with a streak of mystery, it reminds him of himself. (You smug snake 😑) It was almost the perfect pet for himself, a powerful on way that. Now I’m sure Jamil has some experience with animals, he is Kalim’s right hand man and a servant of the Asim family, the kid knows a thing or two about parades.

So it’s a cake walk babysitting Salandit, at least for the most part. Pokémon are unpredictable creatures and unknown to Twisted Wonderland, so Jamil’s in for a big surprise when Salandit starts dripping actual v e n o m. The red liquid oozes out of its mouth as it starts to burn small holes in the carpet. Of course panics because, that carpet is expensive! And why did you have such a creature in your possession!

He was not prepared for this. Apparently it was having a scuffle with Kalim’s magic carpet, the piece of matting simply wanted to play with Scarabia’s new guest, but the poisonous fire-type took it as a threat instead. Chasing each other around like wild dogs. Reacting quickly, Jamil put it outside using Snake Whisper before things escalated, but decided to give you a call.

Rook Hunt 🏹

You thought Jade was pampering, Rook is over the moon for this fairy type! What a wonderful creature, absolutely beautiful! Rook is completely captivated by the fairy-like creature, the pure pink essence of love in its true form!~ ✨ As he puts it anyways. 😅 Rook will smother Sylveon with attention!

He’ll groom it to perfection and flaunt it to the entire dorm, this of course draws some attention. No one has ever seen a creature quite like Sylveon, with its sweet voice and flowing ribbons. And you left Rook himself in charge to take care of it isn’t that wonderful! ~ ✨ This basically turned into one big photo shoot, with Rook at the center gushing over his new friend.

He even takes Sylveon out on a hunt stroll with him. Man cries when it wraps it’s ribbons around it’s wrist. Let’s just hope no rowdy students make fun of their little adventure, they’ll have a merciless arrow drawn back ready to face them. Rook won’t tolerate gossiping, no one is allowed to tarnish the beauty you and your partner share together.

Ortho Shroud 🤖

Ortho was more than happy to take care of Pikachu for you! He was the one that actually accepted in the first place. It was just so cute and round and soft and friendly, a perfect companion for our little Ortho! Plus, he was really excited to analyze it for his database. Although, in reality he took this opportunity to get Idia out of his shell and help him.

Humans and animals were already a well known subject Ortho knew plenty about, even a few beasts were a well known species. So a loveable Pokémon shouldn’t serve a problem. While Idia wasn’t all that excited about watching a living, breathing, messy pet (virtual pets were much easier) Ortho was not having it and saw this as a good experience.

Playtime was his favorite, Pikachu was just so fast and full of energy. Zipping back and forth with a Quick Attack to chase the bouncy ball, or using its tail to play catch. It was such a cheerful little sunshine, it even shocked Ortho a bit with its cheeks. Emitting little sparks of electricity, which felt really nice. They’re both just so cute together, Idia snuck a few pictures of them napping together.

Lilia Vanrouge 🍷

Another child for Lilia to adopt!! Oh how precious! Immediately Lilia’s fawning over your cute Noibat, however, you tell Lilia to be careful as this Pokémon is quite young. Of course Lilia heads your warning and bids you a graceful farewell, before rushing off with the cutie in his arms to flaunt to his whole dorm.

Almost immediately Lilia’s going to test his cooking skills; a growing boy like that needs to eat right? Well don’t worry, chef Lilia will whip up something nice, which of course has Noibat cheering for a hot meal. The trio of terrified fae and their drowsy human: they couldn’t have Lilia kill off something so precious, you’d be heartbroken!

However, perhaps they were a bit too slow in stopping Lilia, because thanks to his magic he had already whipped up a horrendous looking hole of soup. But what had everyone’s jaws dropping was that Noibat enjoyed it! It even cooed for seconds, nudging Lilia with the bowl. Of course Lilia was over the moon, he’ll have to ask to babysit more often.

[absolutebl]

I recently watched a video that made me think of how in BL Tops often have more “masculine” stereotype traits ex. Shirtless scene, plays sport, strong, the chaser, etc. While the Bottom has more “feminine” stereotype traits ex. Cute, likes cooking, resist the relationship, less muscular, etc.

Do you know any shows where the Top has more “feminine” traits or where it’s flipped so the Top is more “feminine” and the bottom more “masculine”?

I prefer the terms seme/uke. 

But yeah I hear ya, here’s an absolutely typical example: 

Any BLs where the seme has more feminine traits?

No, not really. We are getting more of this in m/m romance now that gay romance novels are becoming actually more queer but BL isn't there yet. BL is very heterosexually dysmorphic, especially from Thailand. In short, since the seme is “the man” he is not allowed to be feminine by the conceits of the narrative. (I should say this is also true in het romances out of Asia. Heroes are required to be REAL MEN, so to speak.) 

Anygay, I talk about this kind of thing here:

Defining and analyzing seme/uke in BL (and why I use these terms and not top/bottom or Dom/sub) Be Loved In House: I Do made me do it. 

How do they determine who will be in what role?

So there are visual BL tropes associated with the two roles that are pretty established as belonging to either one or the other. You named many of them. But here's a full list: Tropes that are seme/uke dysmorphic. This makes BL, which is defined by its tropes, particularly vested in maintaining a heterosexually dysmorphic seme/uke. 

If you want softer semes then you'll need to look for BLs with no (or weak) seme/uke dynamics. This often also translates to no real top/bottom impression given to watchers. 

The two are not the same though. Top/bottom/verse are terms from the gay community that have to do with sexual preference and have nothing to do with personality, and SHOULD have NOTHING to do with characterization. Seme/uke are narrative archetypes and have to do with storytelling and the yaoi tradition upon which most BL is based. 

I'll give an example: FighterTutor in Why R U? are clearly verse in the sack, but Fighter is the seme character. 

BL couples where there is no seme/uke 

There are a few instances of Aggressive & Autonomous Ukes in BL where the uke forced by the narrative to undertake the seme role. Those are kind of fun. But the seme usually maintains his "masculine" association. And often these are sided characters. 

This all has to do with the fact that most BL is produced with a het not a queer lens. In other words it is assumed audiences can only comprehend romance if it is based on a chassis of man/woman. One of the biggest damages BL does to the queer community is perpetuate this stereotype. 

There are instances of feminine gay men being predatory and active pursuers of relationships, but in Thai BL they are usually clown archetypes, comic relief, and plot devices played for laughs (punching down humor). Yes, I am thinking of Green in 2gether. 

If a BL ever does do what you are asking for: give us a seme who is out gay and somewhat soft and feminine I WILL LOSE MY MIND. 

Meanwhile, here are a few you might want to check out that almost get there:

Hsia YuHao & Qiu ZiXuan in HIStory 2: Crossing the Line - Taiwan likes to futz with seme/uke 

Du & Phuc in Hay Rival, I LOVE YOU - Vietnam 

Win & Tops in Ingredients - Thai 

Ace & Sky in My Day - Pinoy 

Tee & Mork in My Tee - Thai 

Mitsuomi Kozuka & Yamato Kumai in Restart After Come Back Home - Japan

In Soo & Min Sung in Wish You - Korea 

TangYi & ShaoFei in History 3: Trapped - Taiwan 

Paper & Fah in Close Friend - Thai 

Seryou & Yuzuru in Seven Days - Japan 

YuZhen & ShiLei in Be Loved In House: I Do - Taiwan (My original blog post on seme/uke was spawned because of these two) 

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[frogtanii]

hi! i absolutely loved the most recent chapter and it gave me an idea and inspired me to write this, i hope that's okay! after how you described atsumu's feelings about osamu drifting away it made me think that it's probably been affecting him for a while and i feel like he probably went to y/n at some point about it, so here's a little hurt/comfort drabble about that!

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tonight, it had been the icy glance osamu sent his way as he prepped dinner on the kitchen island. his twin's stone grey eyes suspiciously following his movements as if he was analyzing and criticizing each and every little motion.

"'samu," atsumu acknowledged his brother trying to ease some of the tension, yet completely ignored the woman latched onto his side. osamu flicked his eyes back to his work, letting out a breathy scoff as he did so. atsumu knew his brother always hated people crowding him in the kitchen when he was trying to cook. so how was it that his own brother seemed to annoy him more than meiko's clingy grasp?

the action plunged a knife deep into his heart, and atsumu found himself frozen, staring at his brother. was it just him, or was the oxygen in the kitchen suddenly running low?

"'m just grabbing a drink, then i'll be outta yer way," he explained, not in the mood to deal with the pair.

but meiko had other plans. stroking her outgrown acrylics up and down osamu's biceps, meiko lifted herself on to her toes, pressing her rouge lips to osamu's ear. locking her malice striken eyes with atsumu's, she whispered into osamu's ear. it was quiet, but atsumu caught a few words. something about you, atsumu, and sexual favors; the same insult always. but what really twisted the knife already stuck in his heart was the way osamu laughed. he laughed. as if his own brother's emotions were something to be taken as a cheap joke.

so when osamu leaned down to whisper a response into meiko's ear with that same malicious gaze, atsumu decided he didn't want to stay and hear what his brother had to say. so he found himself storming out of the kitchen, drink forgotten. meiko and osamu's snickers fading as his feet instinctively carried him to your room.

however, he faultered upon reaching your closed door. would it really be the best idea idea bother you about this? He knows exactly what you'd say, something along the lines of "you could never bother me" or "i'm here for you no matter what."

but part of him couldn't help feeling guilty. here he was about to dump his problems onto your already heavy shoulders. yet his body started moving on its own and he couldn't stop himself; he wanted – no, needed – your comfort. so with three light raps on your door, he called out to you, "angel, it's me, can i come in?"

your voice sounded a muffled confirmation from the other side. wrapping a shaky hand around the doorknob, atsumu entered your dim room. you were nuzzled into your duvet, turned on your side to face the door as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone.

he must have looked pretty pitiful, because as soon as your eyes landed on his hunched form you shot out of bed, fully alert. you were in front of him in no time, bed sheets tossed carelessly to the floor in your haste.

"'tsumu, what happened? what's wrong?" your voice was so soft, so gentle, and your touch even more so. warmth spread across his cheeks as you cupped his face with both hands, your thumb skimming his cheek to clean the trail of tears. had he really been crying? he hadn't noticed.

when he didn't answer, you spoke again. "was it osamu again?" he nodded, god you really did know him so well. it wasn't the first time atsumu had confided in you about his broken relationship with his brother. but still, you just knew, just like how you knew exactly what he needed in this moment.

if you were angry – which you 100% were – you didn't let it show, more concerned with the boy in front of you. one of your hands traveled to the back of atsumu's neck to pull his head down to your shoulder while the other soothingly ran through his hair. "i'm so sorry 'tsumu. i've got you, you're okay." your voice was just above a whisper.

and that was all it took for atsumu to completely unravel. his arms wrapped themselves around your waist to pull you closer into him as he buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck. his tears had surely soaked through the fabric of your shirt by now, but you showed no indication of caring about that. instead, your fingers continued their ministrations in his hair, all the while you whispered sweet affirmations in his ear.

he relished in your warmth. god, was he glad he came to you. you, who had the weight of eleven peoples' hatred bearing down on your psyche. yet here you are, opening your arms to hold him as he sobbed, selfless as always. and in that moment he only hoped he could make you feel as safe in his arms as he did in your's right then.

"thank you," he mumbled into your neck suddenly. atsumu wanted to say so much more than that, but he couldn't find the words. so instead, his fists clenched the back of your shirt and pulled you closer to him, hoping his actions would portray more than his words could.

"of course," you whispered back. somehow, he knew you understood.

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this turned out to be longer than i thought, sorry! it's a little rushed and not that great but i hope you like it!

— noah (anon)

(i might more in the future so i'll go by this name if that's okay)

WHAT IS W YALL DOWNPLAYING UR TALENTS CS THIS???? THIS????? IS INCREDIBLE BESTIE I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS and you bYE <3333 i would love it if u sent more of ur writing in!!!! l o v e l y

[bubbleteaa]

➴ D o u b l e  t r o u b l e

double trouble;; fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: Miya Atsumu x fem!pregnant reader, Miya Osamu x fem!pregnant reader genres: fluff, Atsumu being a dumbass w/c: 1.1K (HOW?? WTFFF AKJSDS) a/n: thanks for the request anon! And thank you for your words, I love you!<3

Summary: Their s/o has a surprise for him. And after a time, they realize that it is no longer a surprise, but two surprises.

Miya Atsumu;;

WHEN YOU TELL HIM ABOUT YOUR PREGNANCY

• He would think that you are joking, though. • “Nice one, bae. Ya think yar smar’, don’t cha? Think again” • “Atsumu, I’m serious” • “C’mon bae, ya can’t be serious. Ya wanna laugh” • But you were awfully serious. With a pregnancy test between your tiny hands. • And then he realizes that you are not joking. • If you weren’t his s/o, he would legit run away. • “Well, that was a nice fuck. I just rememba that I don’t like kids, see ya” • But you are his s/o. So, he would be in shock. His eyes stick on yours, analyzing what he could say without making you mad nor frustrated. • “I guess my dick issa miracle maker, righ’?” • It sounded better in his head. • He knows he fucked up a little bit the air in the room with his comment. So he just walks towards you and hugs you tightly, his face bidding in the crook of your neck. You tremble a little because of his actions, but you just let yourself in between his softness and affection. • “I’m happy, ya know” he mutters against your hot skin, smiling lightly “I’m truly happy” • “I’m happy, too” your words kisses his dyed hair, one of your hands still grabbing the pregnancy test, the other one caressing the strands of his hair “I love you” • “I love ya too” he closes his eyes, imagining yourself with a baby. His baby “And to our little one, too”

WHEN THE REAL SURPRISE APPEARS

• “My dick is really a miracle maker, bae” • It must be really a joke, maybe the doctor was clearly blind and instead of another head, it was just an incredible big hand, or feet or a second brain. • But, fate seems to love twins. Too much. • “Yes, there are clearly two of them” your obstetrician looks at you with a playfully smile “Twin twins” • Atsumu is happy. Like, tooooo happy. He convinces himself that he is some kind of a fertility ancient god and that his mission in the Earth is to have twin twins for at least three times. • “I’m so cool bae” •  And he would be also very, very, very clingy towards the babies. And would spoil them without even know the gender. •  “Lemme see my cutie pies” •  “We needa buy ‘em some matchin’ clothes” •  “If we have gals, they would never date a guy” •  “I wish we could have gals, bae. They would be as cute as ya” •  “Imagine two lil’ Y/n’s running in the park bae” •  And he would like to have boys, too. •  “Wait, I know I say whatavaout’ gals but think about boys” •  “One spiker and one setter” •  “Omg I have to call Samu, wait bae” •  He will brag to everyone about the news. He will legit post at least the same picture of the ultransound 10 times on his social media. • ”OMG LOOK AT MA BABIES ARENT THEY COOL???????” •  “Just here to remind ya I’ll be father :D” •  “You wish you could have the life I have, loser” •  At the end of the day, he would always lay at your side and put his head on your lap, looking at your belly, smiling. • He would always run his hand carefully over your skin, feeling them quick from time to time. Sometimes his eyes would cry a little bit for the future you hold in your body. •  The future he wanted with you. •  “But they are a true miracle, my love”

Miya Osamu;;

WHEN YOU TELL HIM ABOUT YOUR PREGNANCY

• Superior twin. •  He would probably know about your pregnancy before you. • Like, he legit is the one that cooks for you at 2 a.m., How was he not going to know it? •  “Samu?” •  “Yeah?” • “I’m pregnant” • Unlike Atsumu, he doesn't think it's a joke, nor does he make any out-of-order comments regarding the news. She just smiles lightly at you and caresses the crown of your head. • “I already knew it, though” he mentions you after a while, looking you in the eye. He smiles slightly and press a chaste kiss on your lips "I was just waiting for you to confirm it" • “I have to talk to Tsumu, tho. I just won a bet” • “Bet?” • “Yeah, I’m the one who is getting marry first and having a child first” •  Yes the mf will propose to you. I stan that. KJSHDJSA •  You blink for several minutes analyzing the situation. His hands are on your belly “What?” • “I want to spend the rest of my life with you and with our baby” •  It’s impossible to say no to that, tho.

WHEN THE REAL SURPRISE APPEARS

• Now, he didn’t see this coming. • But i’s quite funny, ngl. • As always, he was accompanying you to appointments with the obstetrician. Both of you were calm, especially since it hadn't been long since the last visit. It was just an impromptu date because you said that your hip hurt a lot, and honestly, Osamu wouldn't risk anything happening to you or your baby. • But yeye, now something happened to you and your baby. • They multiplied. • And now there are two of em. • “Is that another head?”  • “Oh, yes. It seems that you are having twins” •  “Like twin twins???” • “Uh, probably. Mr. Miya, you have a twin twin, right?” • What a coincidence see ya in there lil samu and tsumu. • Now, prepare yourself for OVER OVER PROTECTING OSAMU. • “Don’t carry that, ya will hurt my onigiris” • “Y/N. Go to sleep, our babies needs to rest” • “Sit”, “Yer feet hurts, ya can’t lie to me”, “Yar goin’ to the bed now”, “Ya dontcha need to go out, do ya? Of course no” • He cares just too much. • sPoiLES YOU AND THE BABIES TO THE CORE. • “Samu, I’m hungry” • “Watcha want bae?”  • And he will cook you everything. Even if he run out of ingredients, he would call Tsumu or someone to bring him some-because he will NEVER leave you alone at home-.  • “I need more katsuobushi and panko, go get me some” • “Oh hello to ya too Samu, how is my favourite bro-” • “Tsumu, just brin’ me the ingredients and stfu” • The babies WILL HAVE matching clothes. Don’t even try to stop him.  • Cute nicknames for the babies? Bet. • “Oni and Giri will love this, bae” •  “Wait, how did you call them?????” • Anyway, he will be very careful with you. Even when you cuddle. He will try his best to not harm you or make you uncomfortable. • “Is this position alrigh’, bae?” •  “I can change if ya don’ feel fine” • “Please lemme know if you feel comfortable” • Kisses. On. Your. Tummy. • Like. A. Lot. • HE LOVES WHEN THEY KICK YOUR TUMMY. HE LEGIT FALLS MORE AND MORE IN LOVE AHHHH IM SOFTTT. • “They are moving”  • “Yeah, they know their daddy is here, they just love you too much” • He would smile so brightly that your heart will do UWU UWU UWU.  • “I love them more” • He is just the perfect dad:( you can’t change my mind.

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[theangryjikooker]

If we aren’t admitting that jikook as a couple than we can think that taekook has also the same possibility to turn to be a couple. The same case. Look this year they even have more interactions than jikook, Jk initiated more with Tae on concerts and during ITS m, vcrs, bitter promotion etc in its2 they were really into each other whole day and then cooking together several times, more selcas that are not obligatory like for b-days. And to be honest doesn’t JK look more happy with Tae even on that recent photo than ever. What moments of Taekook you think look couple-like and suspicious? We can talk hypothetically of them being a thing like you did with jikook. I mean they had million followers not believe our of air bit but because of taekook actions.

Clearly, you must have found me by the tags and didn't really do any research into my content before submitting your ask.

First of all, I am not a Taekook blog.

Second of all, I'm not anti-Taekook. I've even said in previous asks that Tkkrs are well within their rights to think Taekook is valid because we all view attraction differently. There's a reason why some people gravitate more to Jikook than Taekook and vice versa.

I'm not going to stroke your ego by listing all the ways Taekook are close because 1) they ARE close as they should be, and 2) that's up to you and your fellow Tkkrs to analyze the shit out of your ship. As far as I'm concerned, I don't talk shit about Taekook (because I love those two because yay OT7) or Tkkrs unless they're being toxic and being where they shouldn't be (getting all up in my grill, for one), just like I give Jkkrs shit for being toxic as well. I even have an intro post that's linked to my profile--y'know, the thing you should've probably read before you started flapping your gums at me.

And if you really want to come up in my space and split hairs, we're not talking a year full of moments here. We're seeing snippets that are collectively +/- 20 minutes long. And I guess we're just going to ignore the fact that Jungkook spends time with Jimin off-camera and visits him at all hours of the day where even Taehyung thought Jimin's room was Jungkook's, but who cares about that right? (By the way, if it wasn't already obvious, I'm being EXTREMELY sarcastic.) But it is INSANE to me that you're trying to compare and contrast how close Taekook is vs. Jikook WHEN YOU DO NOT KNOW THEM. They have a whole life off-camera. For all we know, Taekook spends more time together than what we've been seeing in the same way that Jikook are. They should be able to hang out whenever they want to, however much they want to, without turning it into a ship-dick measuring contest.

Let me break down what this blog is for you: I talk about all the ways I think Jikook could be valid and critique rationalizations I disagree with that allegedly supports Jikook being Real. And while I don't think other ships in BTS have the same chemistry as Jikook, that's MY perspective, but in no way am I invalidating Tkkrs and Taekook. You guys view things from a different lens than I do, and you'd have more success rubbing elbows with your people who know more about Taekook than I could ever know because SURPRISE, I'm a Jkkr. It's literally in my name.

For god's sake:

STAY. IN. YOUR. LANE.

I swear, this has to be a result of the IG post we got recently. Every time Jkkrs and Tkkrs get some selca or post that feature their ships, both sides get so bloody arrogant for no reason. I didn't realize y'all had a stake in their relationships, my god. 🙄

FYI: I'd have been really nice to this anon, but for as hypothetical as they wanted to be, they sure had some bold ass statements to make, like Jungkook is happier with Tae? Like he can't be happy because he's happy? Why does his happiness hinge on his relationships with the other guys? Is happiness from within not a thing anymore, is that where we're at right now? For all we know, a GIRL made him happy because we don't know anything! Ugh. I don't mind if Tkkrs come in and ask me questions (although I don't really know why you'd want to), but if you're in here already trying to compare ships as your first impression, then you were never here for a rational adult discussion.

[astrojoy]

Joyy! Hey @notanastrologer here ! Sorry about the outburst on your post phew.. I figured the rules (I think) lmao.

I so want in for the future Spouse game. I saw your reading for medusa and I think it was phenomenal. My intials are M and leo moon if it helps.

Sending love and hugs and more love and postivity. (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)

I am still Confused about the rules but here it is. ♥️♥️😂

Hey notanastrologer! Also no no you were totally fine I'm glad you asked! Btw thank you! And as for the rules they were just initials and a positive vibe so dw!

OK OK MA'AM YOU GET A BONUS because there's a lot to unpack here. My guides were very straight forward with this person. I got so so so much on law and crime. Let me tell you all the cards that went with this -

Oracle Cards

A camera taking a picture - reminded me of someone taking a mug shot

Detail, details - this card had books, papers, a magnifying glass, referring to looking deeply into something, taking time to analyze a situation or etc

Magical Map Shifter - someone holding many different objects around them while blindfolded, as if piecing things together

Realization - solving a problem

My homemade cards that flew out

Communications

Team

Police/Law/Crime

Investigator

I have a deep feeling your spouse is a crime investigator, like honestly dang I've never had those cards come out, and even together?? I wish I could just show all of them because it's so clear. This persons energy was oPeN. I even got clarification cards. Tell your spouse I said "thank you" 😌

Sharp facial features - mustache or beard - green eyes - might have a piercing - non-athletic - "relatable" - I also got my card "similar" lmao - likes to cook - they enjoy nature, forests, water, I got the small image in my mind of a valley, a waterfall with trees around - might drink alcohol - this person is very bright in a personality sense! I literally got so much happiness from the vibes. My cards "pleasure" "action" "blossoming" "coming to life" all came out! What a ball of sunshine 🥺🌈 I think they enjoy their job but try to balance it with personal life - a free spirit, could like the idea of camping if they got the chance - green - 333 (came out literally all put together and first) - 111 - an entertaining and fun person to be around

[popculturebuffet]

Amphiba: True Colors Review or FINALLY THE  FINALE

We’re finally here all you happy people! Ten Months, 36 episodes, 20 half hours, a lot of gay subtext, a lot of bloodshed, and a lot of build up have lead us all here! One absolutely STUFFED finale: A trust is betrayed, a rebllion is had, a conquerer rises and NOTHING will ever be the same.. and yes htat’s thrown around a lot but this is one of those times where NOTHING WILL BE THE SAME. This is that kind of finale folks. 

But before I can get into all the juicy stuff you’ve been waiting for there’s a few things to discuss.. and the first is obviously the fact we had to wait three goddamn extra weeks to get here after spending all season leading up to this. 

You all know the story by now. Hell I even angirly ranted about it when it happened and rightfully so. But frankly the colossal delay is going to be such an integral and permeant part of this episode and this show’s history that not talking about it in this review would do it a diservice: So to recap: The finale was posted to air  May 1st, a weak after “The Dinner/Battle of the Bands”. I had it set in my schedule, it showed up in that month’s press release of Disney Channel Episodes, We were all ready to go with all the tight and intense build up leading up to this. 

Then the worst happened and Disney aburbtly, and with a funny face image trying to play it off as a joke annoucned via it’s animation twitter the episode would be delayed. Now in fairness to the twitter person there, they were PROBABLY trying to help massage a blow... but seriously dude, read the room next time.  Thankfully creator Matt Braly stepped in and explained it was technical delays. After what happened the next day I ASSUMED he was just trying to cover for them as it would turn out the episode was finished.. turns out, and I had to edit the review to reflect this the truth was somewhere in the middle. Edits were more discussed, likely due to the episodes very violent nature, and the episode was given a content warning. Given what happens.. I can’t blame Disney for wanting one or for thinking of editing it.. but canblamehtem for the “Things that could’ve been brought to my attention YESTERDAY’ nature of the edist and the insuing delay. 

I can also blame them for leaking the episode on ITUNES. Yeah if they were REALLY concenred abotu content then they would’ve held off longer and not brought this up five minutes before it aired, delaying the episode for many. Hell I DEFENEDED them in the original version of this, but they had MONTHS of this episode being in production to fucking say something. WHy do this five mintues before it’s finished? 

It just smacks of laziness and overly panicy stuff. A content warning would’ve been FINE. You ahve it for racisim on Disney Plus, just put one here and call it a day. You haven’t objected to the horrifying content in the series up to this point why start NOW.  And they STILL never apologized. For any of this. For the leak, for the delay, never properly explaining the delay (Matt didn’t either.. but given how twitchy comapnies can be about what their creators say, I can’t blame him for not wanting to clarify it was a post credit’s thing till closer to airtime), just in general not giving a shit abotu the kids or adults watching this. Just because kids watch thiis dosen’t me older kids don’t have social media, and it dosen’t mean teens don’t. If you want to pretend us adults watching this don’t exist.. fine. It sucks but I can’t do anything. But do not do this shit to kids and then not go to them. And again Matt could’ve.. but it’s not his fucking job. His job is to make a show, help make sure it gets to air and be a sweeheart. YOURS is to make sure things run smoothly and when their is a hickup,get your house in order. 

Matt shoudln’t of HAD to beg people not to watch it. Various va’s for the show shoudln’t of HAD to record funny messages.. it was appricated but it’s not thier job to prevent this from spreading. It’s yours. It’s yours to open your damn eyes and see adults and older teens watch this stuff too and to head that shit off. This incident is going to stick in my craw for god knows how long and ALMOST convinced me not to cover Owl House weekly (I still woud’ve likely done a review on each half of the season). I ended up renegeing on that and will be starting regular coverage of that in June and continuing coverage of this show whenever it returns.. but it was close. 

And it’s ultimately YOU GUYS that kept me hanging in there. It was thanks to a Disney show this blog exists in the first place, and contiunes to get the bulk of it’s viewers. It’s how I got my patreon, biggest fan and bfinacial backer Kev. I’ts why I can do what I love, talking about and analyzing stuff I enjoy and ocasionally loathe. You guys came back week after week for my ducktales reviews and stayed for Amphibia. I”m sure i’ll get even more for Owl House. It’s thanks to all of you I can keep going despite the hardships, the lack of patreons, the long nights, the weird sleep schedules. I wouldn’t of made it through 20 weeks of awesome tv without you. So for you, and for myself, i’ll hang in there but I expect better Disney. And i’m damn well gonna get it. So join me under the cut as the world turns upside down.. and there are a LOT of spoilers. Seriously if you want to wait for the tv airing do not go under the cut

So we open with a flashback to 8 months ago, the day all this began: Marcy was working in the library on her cram classes, getting texts from both Sasha, who was excited about Anne’s birthday, and her own father who wants her to come home right away as there’s something important they need to discuss. 

But before she can a book about the strange and what not naturally slips out and Mar-Mar can’t help but thumb through it.. and as you were no doubt dreading.. finds the box which is said in a large tv friendly caption to lead to other worlds. 

Naturally Marcie is intrigued and snaps a pick and heads home... and we cut to the END of that conversation as she tearfully runs out of the house , refusing to accept what they’ve told her and her dad coming off hella unsympathetic with his overly harsh tone, especially since we DO find out what he told her... and it’s a lot to put on her and a lot to just say “accept because I helped make you for all of two unsatisfying minutes. “ 

So while running away she passes the box.. and sets the events from both the show’s opening and the flashback from the last finale in motion. Marcy sent them here on purpose.

Yeah needless to say I DIDN’T see this coming. And it seems obvious in hindsight: Marcy being the one most desperate to keep thier friendship together, as we’ll see at it’s worst through this episode, her barely mentioning going home, and most tellingly the only things she talks about from earth were Anne, Sasha and her dorky intrests. All the things closest to the heart and that she’s most likely to make out with.. but while Anne brings up earth stuff every so often even after getting more screen time in Season 2b... Marcy NEVER talks about that kind of stuff. She has her girlfriends and a real life fantasy novel right here... but she DOSEN’T miss her parents or earth itself. And given her life was already shown to be as an outcast with only two people carring about her, three with her mom now we know, who never REALLY fit in and whose on friends very clearly didn’t share her intrests.. it probably made it all the more tempting: a real adventure, an escape from her problems, and a way to start over: become who she always PLAYED and not who she was. Everything just.. snaps into place with this revelation and makes Marcy an all the more heartbreaking character... even more so soon enough when we find out what her overall plan was. 

But that’s half an episode away: for now our party returns on Joe to Newtopia.. though clumsly. Marcy admits that they probably can’t fit more people on him. But with this our heroes are ready to finish this story and with a plan since obviously they can’t just walk into town with two wanted crminals: Marcy will present the box and THEN sasha and grime, who will cloak themselves to avoid attracting attentions, with literal cloaks Marcy hasn’t made a cloaking device yet, so hopefully they’ll get a pardon. 

Inside Sprig and Anne talk, with Sprig admitnig he’s sad this is the last adventure.. but Anne has hope. After all they have a way home now and that portal goes both ways. She can hop back any time and vice versa. This sin’t goodbye.. it’s just goodbye for now. And i’ts something I genuinely didn’t think of.. and not just because Andrias’ shady actions and Sasha and Grime’s machinations meant this was NEVER going to end well. 

Speaking of Sasha and Grime’s machinations those come to a head: As our heroes enter the castle, greeted by Lady Olivia, and we get our typical end of the RPG speech from the “Good” king.... Sasha swipes the box and Grime uses the hammer to knock everyone off ballance. The coup the two have been cooking up has come to pass. 

Anne and Marcy’s reactions.. are telling: Anne is utterly pissed at the betryal and done with Sasha and Marcy is begging both sides to stop as this was not how it was supposed to end. Sasha tries to use a box as a baranging chip, and plans to destroy it if Andrias dosen’t surrender despite destroying her way home. Given it’s implied her home life isn’t great either and she gets to rule an empire instead of a school, it’s easy to see why. 

Grime stops him from calling her bluff though by wacking him in the shins and then hodling him at hammer point to get the military of Newtopia to stand down while his covert Toad agents reveal themselves and runamuck. Grime has won. 

Anne meanwhile is livid, with Sasha not quite getting why MAYBE Anne would once again feel betrayed that once again Sasha is trying to do everything her way and once again lied to her and harmed innocent people. Anne breaks off their friendship which deeply uspets Marcy.. who weirldy. ISN’T trying to talk Sasha out of this. After all she gets what she wanted anyway. She IS upset when Sasha tries to send them home for defiance.. but the box dosen’t work for her and she simply has the guards escort our heroes and Olivia out till she can figure this out. 

Naturally though Anne, being pissed, heartbroken and pissed, and yes that was indeed intentional, HEADBUTTS the nearest guard and breaks them out, with the planatrs starting to fight back. Their still outnumbered.. but help arrives 

Or rather the Amphibia equilvent as both wolverines are busy with prep for the Hellfire Gala. Yes it’s General Yunan, who Lady Olivia cuts off probably not for the first time. Your lucky that’s one of her turn on’s lady.

So our heroes sneak out and head to Sals, while the Toads wreck up the town. Marcy... is of course desperate to fix things, but figures it’s easy. All they have to do is free the king, stop the rest of the army from arriving, their an hour away, and cementing grime’s foothold, get her girlfriends to reconcile and fix the inherent power imbalance so a rebellion doesn’t’ happen again. 

But Anne rouses them: They may be a goofus, a quick witted kid, an out of touch old man, a literal baby, am etaphorical baby, and a nerd.. but their a BADASS Goofus, kid, old man, babies and nerd... and two other ladies the toads actually know and respect. They’ve fought worse: Canibals, princess bride references, theater bandits, chicken elder gods, Poly’s addiction to angry mobs and paste pot pete and come back stronger each time. They can do this. They might only be 8 strangers, but together they can fuck up this shit. or to have a previously mentioned buddy of mine sum it up

So with that it’s time to split up gang: Marcy, Hop Pop and Olivia will go free the king using Hop Pop’s acting skills...which actually works despite Olvia’s doubts. Polly, Yunan and Frobo will put the hammer down and give them hell, taking out the toads in the city and drawing all of them away from the gate where Spriganne will trigger it thus saving the day. 

Meanwhile Sasha is feeling discontent. She got everything she wanted.. but she didn’t think about what to DO with all that power. At home she could do all sorts of things ruling a school but now she’s lost one of the loves of her life. Without Anne and Marcy i’ts just empty. Even Grime’s utterly heartfelt gift of an emerald sword, he knew she always wanted to duel wield that has a heron on it, a sign of how they met and a truly sweet gesture can’t cheer her up. So Grime suggests redecorating and the first thing to go is a sappy mural of Andrias and his subjects. What they find UNDER it though is horrifying.. and i’ts surprisingly not a bunch of spiders like you’d expect.. but a mural of Andrius as some sort of horrible king with an army of robot frogs like Frobo, with a LOT of frog, toad and newt skeletons piled up. Sasha and Grime are glad they dodged that bullet.. only to find Anne scaling the tower with Sprig, the two naturally going to stop them.

 The two try and turn the wheel, but can’t as there’s a doorstop... one they DEFINTELY saw earlier when looking out the window of Sal’s.

Regardless they send Polly for that.. and the rematch begins. Sasha TRIES talking to Anne.. but given she stabbed her in the back AGAIN for incredbly petty reasons, that’s not going to work and the two get one hell of a fight. Beautifully animated and rife with emotion as the two clash with Sasha DESPERATLY trying to get Anne to stop for a second and listen and Anne rightly refusing, while we watching know our hero winning will spell DOOM for this world despite her trying to do the right thing. Anna and Brenda’s acting here is just TOP notch. In any other episode this would be the best part of it.. but we’re only getting warmed up.

While they fight, we get a surprising and awesome bout I did not see coming: Sprig Vs Grime. And it gives me Spider-Man vs Kingpin vibes really: A rotund but still far more powerful opponent versus a smaller but quicker one. And that’s how even more shockingly, Sprig comes out the WINNER. While Grime has the hammer and more strength and skill... Sprig has speed and thus gets Grime to whack himself with it. Granted he can’t use the thing and comically spins around afterword.. but it proves Grime’s racist thoughts about frogs wrong and leaves Anne free to turn the wheel once she beats Sasha. The invasion is thwarted.

But naturally given the ooky spooky mural and the other hints of ominous shit like the watcher with a thousand eyes, this isn’t the end. Back at the throne room, with Sasha and Grime as prisoners Anne gives Andrias the box despite sasha begging her not to. But rather than send her home right away.. he has a history lesson for her first. And nothing good ever starts with someone delaying helping you to give a sinister history lesson let me tell you.

We find out the while truth: Amphibia was once a technological empire powered by the box, and prosperity SEEMINGLY reigned, and Andrias, much like our heroines, had two close friends, a toad and a frog. But one day they betrayed him, abandoning him and seemingly stealing the box , leaving his mechanical marvels powerless and Andrias bitter and angry. Hence the whole revenge ploy. 

In an unsurprising and invincible-esque twist, he reveals his ancestors were not explorers but CONQUERERS and he intends to finish their work, placing the box on a pedestal that turns his castle into a flying fortress glowing blue. It only gets worse from there: the castle’s awakening also activates factories around Amphibia similar to the one we saw back in “Fort in the Road” that gave us Frobo and it turns out their dark purpose.. is to create armies of unstoppable soldiers to secure his dominon.... and spread it to the other worlds. The reason he didn’t send the girls home is he figures correctly Anne and the others will try and stop him from TAKING it. 

So yeah Anne’s reaction is very naturally...

And despite being outgunned, outmanned, outnumbered and outplanned she plans to make an all out stand. She realizes that her own fight with Sasha only allowed something FAR WORSE to take hold. She’s not WRONG for fighting her, Sasha was being a shithead taking over and did so for flimsy and selfish reasons and she had no reason to listen to her.. but had she at least thought over giving him the box and not simply given it to him to spite her none of this would be happening. So she and the plantars get ready for round 2, with Sasha having her back this time, and Grime having Sasha’s. It’s a really sweet moment, showing Sasha has realized just how much her own greedy and controlling ambitions have cost her and that she’s brought about something far worse thorugh them, and is ready to make amends and Grime as always ready to stand by the only true family he has. 

But before the carnage can begin.. Marcy stops them... and then tearfully turns to Andrias “This wasn’t our deal!”. Andrias, now not having to play nice, dosen’t care and cruelly points out of course he did: He would’ve said whatever it took to get her to fill the box and she did it. He also hints at Marcy’s dark secret, with both girls wondering what the hell he’s on about.. but clearly starting to piece it together, with Andrias cruelly toying with Marcy to tell them before he does.. and barely gives her any time before going ahead with it anyway, knowing she’d be unable to. And with this we get the best line of the episode and Keith david’s best delivery.. and given he makes a fucking seven course meal of the entire second act, yeah that’s a high bar.

"Did it ever occur to you — Anne, Sasha — that one of you knew more than she was letting on? That one of you might've gotten you stranded in Amphibia... on purpose?"

The line itself hits like a sledgehammer. We knew for the full episode she did this on purpose.. but we also knew at some point it was clearly going to come out and hurt them both.. and to see someone Marcy clearly saw as a better replacement dad, someone she thought cared about her and was offering her her dreams for no gain on his end cruelly tell them clearly for his own amusment as he dosen’t remotely see them as a threat.. it’s utterly chilling as it is heartbreakiing and horrifying. 

Naturally Anne and Sasha are upset, Sasha a bit baffled and Anne just utterly broken by this: She’d already been betrayed TWICE by the other love of her life.. now MARCY had betrayed her.. and WORSE? 

And it only gets worse as Marcy heartbreakingly reveals her motivation and what this was really all about: Her dad announced he got a new job and they were moving a state away.. and like I said he’s a prick. Not for moving, that happens and it sucks but for having no freaking empathy about it. Maybe if he took a parenting class earth wouldn’t be on the cusp of a robot invasion. Marcy was about to loose her girls and was desperate.... so naturally Andrias claimed to simply want to take them all with him on his journeys, obviously leading out the conquest and likely genocide part, so they could go on and on FOREVER. And this whole thing gave Anne the plantars so it’s not all bad right? Right? But it’s clear she’s trying to desperatly lie to herself this was all okay as she’s been doing ever since she started this all 8 months ago and Anne pointing out she misses her family, something Marcy never considered given her own reasons for leaving and how Sasha likely dosen’t have a happy family life herself. 

This.. this is Haley Tju’s finest hour. She’s done good voice work before, especially in this series but here, with Marcy’s anguish, desperation and guilt all leaking out as she tries to get her girlfriend not to turn away from her. it’s all just amazing heartbreaking stuff and I salute her and the animation does her fine acting a service and shows every bit of pain in the poor girls face. 

Anne naturally does turn away a bit and Marcy cries.. but Anne quickly recovers... while she obviously isn’t entirely ready to forgive Marcy JUST yet, it’s clear she wasn’t thinking straight and did all of this out of desperation... and that the hulking dickbag who betrayed them all and is gloating about all of this manipulated her, preying on her desperation and anguish to finish his plan.  Marcy fucked up big time, no question.. but ANDRIAS is the true monster here, and if he’s not stopped this world she’s grown to love and the one she left behind will BURN. Anne may be many things: impulsive, kinda weird, easy to anger.. but she is over all that a HERO. And there’s a villian to stop

Andrias, while not seeing them as remotely a threat, does admit this will probably be fun and the fight begins, with our heroes, including Marcy, easily besting the Obsdian Swarm.. as i’m calling them now. It’s a cools equence.. but ultimately futile. Andrias is FAR more powerful than he’s let on with the box. And shows it off by destroying toad tower before coming at them with a fire sowrd, easily swatting them aside like flies. They try their best to fight back but it’s not much use, and Andrias NEARLY crushes polly to death under his fist. Yes a fucking child. What a dick. 

Frobo saves him... and sadly this is the end for our new friend as Andrias is mildly amused that one of his creations glitched.. then smashes him into robotic paste. Polly rightfully calls him a monster and his response is as chilling as it is wonderfully dickish: “Don’t worry, your next”. 

Thankfully though she got out of the way.. because she has LEGS now. It’s also why I keep saying 8 months, though it’s likely more like 9 given it took a month to get to newtopia: 

The prophecy has come true! And while she stumbles for a second Polly quickly proves she can really move, she has an attitude and she’s the fastest thing alive by grabbing the box seemingly winning.. except Andrias has sprig in his fist and is going to crush or drop him ulness she stops. And despite Sprig BEGGING his sister to let him go for the sake of everyone else, like any good hero she naturally puts the box back. 

Anne begs for him to let Sprig go since he got what he wanted and he’s her best friend in this or any world... but all this does is insprie Andrias to DROP HIM OUT A WINDOW, bitter over his own past and eager to torture her some more. This really shows off who Andrias REALLY is now the mask is off; a sadistic tyrannical bully who relishes in making his victims really squirm, revels in malevolence and is just so damn gleeful about it: Not to say BIll Cipher levels more of a cold, cruel enjoyment of things. 

As I said earlier Keith David makes a motherfucking Seven Course Meal out of the second half of this episode, utterly stealing the show now he can play Andrias as he truly is: not skulng in the shadows with ominus hints he’s evil or pretending to be nice, but instead as a sadistic brute who delights in suffering and wants nothing less than everything under his boothill. in short he’s an AWESOME antagonist and while Keith David has played TREMENDOUS villains before, this one will easily be his best if the writing holds. Andrias is Keith David at his fucking best and proves the Disney legend has EVEYRTHING left in the tank even as he approaches 70′s. Jesus I fucking love this man. 

So this causes anne to retreat into herself, leaving us in a black void as Anne remembers all the good times.. and goes MOTHERFUCKING SUPER SAYIAN. Well more accurately super sayian god super sayian, or blueper sayian if you will, but still i’ts a n utterly striking sequence and a clear direct shout out with Anne getting her powers the same way Goku did: loosing someone to an utterly cruel bastard. Same with Gohan’s upgrade to super sayian 2. It’s just a truly striking sequence as she powers up in a FULL rage, DEMANDNIG he give him back. 

Andrais is stunned, clearly knowing this was something she was capable of but thought she could no longer do as the box shoudlv’e drained her of the ablility, while Hop Pop and Grime wonder if this is a human thing. 

So Anne WAILS on the fucker, easily besting a shocked andrias despite his best attempts.. but she tires out and he swats her aside, gleefully noting she dosen’t know how to control it. Sprig turns out to be okay though. Marcy went and saved him while Anne was rippig Andrias asunder.. and then activates the box. Sasha and Grime hold him off while Anne makes a run for it with the plantars while Andrias gives out your standard villian big no. Anne and Fam make it... but Marcy is taking a sec.. and that second gets her GUTTED. Not an exageration or me being a smart ass like usual.. Andrias RAN HER THROUGH WITH HIS SWORD. 

His only response is “Look what you made me too and Anne and crew are warped away, unable to save her. 

So we end with our heroes landing somewhere and Sprig wondering where they are... where they are is on the top of a car on a busy Los Angeles Freeway... and in front of two very weirded out humans. Anne is home. 

So now for the part that wasn’t in the original release apparently: The teaser.. aka THE MOTHERFUCKING SEASON 3 OPENING. 

Hell. Yes. Just a few quick personal notes before we hit the wrap up: I love how the season will be on earth, a nice change of pace, how the Boonchuy’s have very clearly warmly welcomed the plantars, the expanded cast at the title card, and how Disney just let them go ALL out for this one. They’ve clearly stopped being cheap assholes when it comes to letting intro’s change or at the very least got this was the very end of the series and thus important enough to gussie up. But yes the end is nigh.. and probably not till late this year if this year AT ALL And I will return for it. Well return to doing this show anyway, i’m not going anywhere. They’ll have to pry this blog from my cold dead hands. 

Final Thoughts:

This episode is the series best so far. My only honest complaint is the Toad Invasion comes and goes really quickly and I question why it was crammed into half the episode. Don’t get me wrong, Andrias’ rise needed the full 10 minutes, but I question why we dind’t get an episode before this settingit up and THEN have it happen over half an episode, epsecially since we spent an entire episode on getting the other toad barons involved only for ONE of them to show up for all of five minutes. 

Otherwise though? Yeah no notes. The cast is at the top of their damn game, with Brenda Song, Hailey Tju and Keith Motherfucking David as the standouts, the animatoin is likewise, and it pays off a thing or two you wouldn’t expect like the acting episode. This is a truly outstanding finale, one that has now joined other all time faviorite season finales such as “You’re In Control”, “Reunited”, “The Crossroads of Destiny”, and “Moonvasion”. I will be watching this again when it comes to Disney Plus. Masterful stuff.

As for the season as a whole.. this was a great season. While it did start a bit rocky with the road trip arc, which I’m still not a huge fan of as I feel it mostly wasted an awesome idea of them going on a world spanning roadtrip with some fairly weak episodes, with the exception of standouts “Truckstop Polly” and “Wax Museum”. 

But once we got to Netwopia it got better, with better spotlight episodes, the pacing picking up and Marcy joining our merry crew. And it hit it’s peak with the second half of the season: the return to wartwood effortlessly combined slice of life with the compelling temple episodes. It was also a nice break before the utter hell that arrived in the finale, but still nicely lead up to said finale.  This season may of STARTED bumpy but it finished at it’s highest point and with one epic finale to go it’s only going to get better from here. 

As for this blog the same holds true: Review wise next week i’ll be taking a break from normal reviews to do a week’s worth of Goofy based content in time for his birthday, from shorts, to goof troop, to hosue of mouse, to an obscure special, all leading up to the Disney Classic A Goofy Movie. So stick around.

And if that dosen’t do it for you I have an ongoing retrospective on the story arcs of ducktales season 2, i’m nearing the end of one on Scott Pilgrim and in the middle of one of The Life and Times of Scrogoe McDuck. and if you prefer weekly reviews, as I mentioned earlier offhandidly i’ll be covering the Owl House! LIke Amphibia i’m starting with Season 2, but just like with this show i’m excited as all hell and hope you’ll join me. And if you need even more I have a patreon, patreon.com/popculturebuffet, where I have exclusive reviews if you choose to back me as well as exciting stretch goals, one of which down the line is reviewing season one of this very show. So join it and if not that’s okay too, either way.. it’s been a pleasure. 

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|Jin & Chocolate|M|

Pairing: Jin X Reader (Ft. A LIL Hoseok at the end)

About-You suck Jin off…and brownie batter may or may not be somewhat involved because why the fuck not. Oh, Hoseok comes over to drop off weed…and welll….doesn't exactly leave

Or- His assistants birthday is tomorrow and she’s insisted on him making his infamous “Dizzy Brownies” AKA…pot brownies and Jin being the perfectionist he is, scrapes the first batch. You however, think they’re fine and if he’s not gonna bake with said  batter you’ll find use for some of it…..Then Hosoek stops by to bring the missing ingredient…weed and his dick…

Warnings: Food play, Oral (M receiving), light face fucking, come swallowing, Dirty talk,hair pulling,pet names, light over stimulation, finger sucking, implied Voyeurism-ish (Jin planning to watch Hoseok fuck you on the couch ) MINOR degradation kink (He calls her a cock slut like…once)Light MXM…(just neck kisses and dirty talk but you’ve still been warned…)

No…idk why I wrote this but I’m not exactly mad about it either…

WC: 5.5k

Note: This is a stand alone one shot within my BTS Poly AU “7Deep” short summary: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with!

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“Alright, Yn to the resc-“ Everything, every.Damn. Thing, you were gonna say...straight up dies on your tongue once you take in the site in front of you. AKA Jin, standing in front of his boujee over-sized island, hair wet glasses perched on the nose. Matching silk pajamas yet the shirt’s open and the bottoms are sitting so damn low against his hips you almost thought he wasn’t even wearing any! Oh, and of course he wasn’t wearing underwear, why would he?!

Fucker.

Brow arched, in slight curiosity, a low hum ringing in the back of his throat, offensively oblivious as to why Yn.exe has stopped working. Still completely focused on the task at hand, reaching into the drawer to grab a fresh spoon to test the batter one last time. Not even offering a verbal response however the slight snarl that slipped off his lips said it all.

Jin clearly wasn’t impressed…hints why your here to begin with.

You still hadn’t moved though, leaning slightly against the back wall….Yet that doesn't stop him from making grabby hands at the grocery bags upon seeing them in your hands. Which of course prompts you to like….attempt to function again!

“I know we make porn and shit…” You pause a somewhat dramatic sigh leaving your lips as you drop the bags onto the counter and sway in his direction. “But what in the actual porn hub is this?! You got a little side hustle I need to know about? Is this for some kinky onlyfans cooking account???”

Honestly, it took Jin a minute to put two and two together, until his gaze followed yours. Ripping a loud cackle from his throat, ya know the one rivaling a windshield wipper. A slight smirk tugs on those sinfully thick lips of his as he reaches up to grip the back of your neck.

“Hi, pretty” Hushed against your lips as he pulled you into a kiss which did one of two things; confirmed there wasn’t shit wrong with these brownies and two...your still so whipped for this man it’s unreal.

Jin smiles into the kiss once he notices how you just completely melt against his lips, hands roaming up his stomach, lightly clawing over his skin which is still warm to the touch from his shower. Jin’s kisses are hard, always..even without him opening his mouth against yours he still manages to have you sucking in a deep breath through your nose to even keep up. He slips his hand into your back pocket and squeezes,his touch is light yet...possessive... you can feel Jin’s nails digging into the swell of your ass even through your jeans,

“Thank you, Instacart was like a two damn hour wait and I did not have time for that bullshit…” Forehead pressed against yours and he nuzzled your nose…”Plus, your way sexier than anybody they would have sent anyway...”  A wolfish grin playing on his lips as his thumb flicks at your bottom lip which you licked teasingly.

Jin being the little shit that he is pressed his thumb in even deeper, gaze dropping as he watches you suck the digit between your overly glossed lips. Triggering his to curl into a slight smirk as he slowly freed himself, dragging it down your bottom lip and over your chin...before he pulled away from you. Sliding his other hand free slowly, making sure his fingers trickle up your spine in the process. A stated hum ringing in the back of his chest before diving into the bag head first, or...that was the plan initially...

Until you turn away and Jin catches the way your hips sway in his peripheral and suddenly it’s like “Fuck these groceries” because well Seokjin’s a weak, weak man when it comes to you . So he gives your ass another playful squeeze stopping you from going too far.

Blunt nails dig into the swell of your ass yanking you back to place an open mouthed kiss at the hinge of your jaw. Until hes nosing up four face, kissing you open and breathless, sucking your tongue back into his mouth and fuck if your knees don’t buckle...

He chuckles light, pleased...“Love you princess”

God, he just makes you light headed every damn time...a low moan slipping from your lips before you lean back in searching for his lips again. The two of you get lost within seconds, completely immersed within each other, with his hands roaming all over your body. Yours tangled in his hair holding him in place, as you rock back into him, you can feel how hard he’s getting, how wet and needy your getting….

That is, until the self timer for the oven goes off reminding you why you're here to begin with! You pout and he smiles, placing a faint kiss along the tip of your nose before pulling away from you…

“Love you too old man…” You muse playfully while reluctantly turning away walking over to the fridge.

‘Call me old one more damn time and see if you ever get this dick again”

“Sounds like an excuse to me..” Eyes narrowing in his direction challengly “What? Can’t handle all of your baby’s anymore Jinnie? Worried you can’t get it up the way you use t-” Taking a painfully firm grip on your wrist, bringing it down to let you feel that he’s no longer starting to get hard hes rock fucking hard. Brow arched as if to say “And you were sayinggggggg???”

You nodded somewhat bashfully, I mean to be honest there was shit you could say at this point, clearing your throat “Alright well..points have been made…” Turning away before you could see the shit eating grin on his face. Only to be stopped by a strong hand on your jaw….

“And don’t ever come at me like that, I’ll be 50, and still handle all of your bratty asses with ease….just because I don’t need to be called daddy like Joon…” Leaning in even closer until he lips are ghosting over yours as he speaks “Doesn't mean I'm not very much aware as to who I am. I don’t need the title to hold the position princess….don’t get it twisted..” He holds your gaze, tilting his chin upwards as if he’s going to kiss you, eyes glued to your lips. But, in true Jin fashion the minute you lean in, he pulls away..looking far to calm and collected for your liking!

I think it’s safe to say...the entire building heard your knees buckle at that...the way you were suddenly squeezing your thighs together! Jin didn't even acknowledge it either, the fact that you were literally stuck. He just went back about his business… simply picking through groceries...

Welcoming yourself to the chilled bottle of Circo, and pouring yourself a glass before perching yourself on top of his counter. A fond smile playing on your lips as you observed him analyzing every little ingredient, as if you hadn’t done this before, as if you weren’t painfully aware of how anal he was. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes however that still didn't wipe the smile off your face.

“Baby knows what she's doing…” You muse playfully around your glass as you take a sip.

Cocking his head to the side, his smile mirroring yours, as he slides closer, leaning in for another lingering kiss. “Always has...” Stealing your glass, and instantly regretting it, clearly, he was a little too distracted to realize you weren't chasing your liquor.

“God” Shaking his head as if to say he’s disappointed “You’re a fucked up individual...” Face scrunched in pain as the vodka burns its way down his throat, a string of curses rolls off his tongue before he continues with his initial task. “You need prayer..”

“Listen, nobody asked you to-” Your phone buzzed in your purse and Jin’s followed, so he knew it had to be work-related, not even bothering to take  a look he knows you'll fill him in. Glancing down to see a calendar invite from your left and right hand aka Taehyung.

“It’s Tae, we're closing early tomorrow by the way…” Eyes slowly drifting to a string of emails that already had your blood boiling so you opted to slide your phone right back into your Chanel. “Kellie wants to go to lunch at The Cheesecake Factory, so we’re taking a late lunch'' More like you wanted to allow your staff to drink and do as they please after so you opted to just scrape the end of the day.

Jin didn't even bother to respond, honestly, he probably wasn’t even listening. All he cared about right now was fixing these damn gourmet layered pot brownies for Kellie!

Jin was not one of those buy a box of Betty Crocker type guys...he was a go find me this random-ass authentic CoCo from Mexico, along with the purest sugar cane and a damn olive tree while you’re at it! Though, no matter how anal he was about baking, or cooking in general you always loved watching him work, he’s always loved it! Even when you guys were broke he’d find a way to spice up the simplest thing and make it look gourmet quality! You’ve asked him numerous times if he’d wanna venture into the restaurant business Namjoon and yourself have even offered to act as the “Bank” so to speak. But apparently it’s just something he does for fun, something that relaxes him, not something he'd wanna do as a career no matter how much he loves it.

“I don’t even know what actually happened honestly…” A deep sigh leaves his chest as he strategically places the remaining ingredients on the counter “It’s too runny this time around and the CoCo is too potient….”You can hear the frustration within his voice at this point.

“Jin” Pausing to massage his scalp which he leans into instantly “I’m sure it’s actually more than fine, honestly your probably just be-” Before you could even finish your thought, two fingers being shoved between your lips..knuckle deep. Correction, two fingers coated in brownie batter...batter that was fucking delicious by the way…

Which we already knew but we also know we can’t tell Jin shit soooo....

Eyes completely wide initially, until the flavor coats your tongue and you actually moaned around his fingers..not even for dramatics just because it was good. Jin’s watching you intently, almost as if he really didn't intend for this to become sexual but now that it has...he ain’t mad about it.So...you relax your jaw, swirling your tongue around his fingers suggestively same way you would if it was his cock and you feel him hum, a slight twitch playing on his lips.

“I take it you don’t believe I need to remake the batch then?” Bow quicked teasingly as he slowly slides his fingers from your mouth…

“Nope” The words leave your lips with a pop as you recline back a little, bracing your weight on your forearms. You shamelessly let your eyes roam down his body, licking your lips as a oh so innocent idea slips into your mind.

‘Actually…” Swirling your finger in the batter, flicking at his bottom lip, ya know he had the nerve to smile at you before his tongue rolled out of his mouth? Curling it around the pad of your index finger, and your breath hitches in the back of your throat at how meticulously his tongue movement is. Sliding the digit deeper into his mouth, gaze hark and heavy, “I- I think I need to taste it again before I can give you an accurate review, maybe…” Sliding your finger free, trickling it down his chest and over his nipple, coaxing a low groan from his throat. “ Taste it from a different surface.” You physically see Jin’s dick twitch a that, it’s actually forming a tent beneath the silk of his pajama bottoms.

“Mmm yeah? Well…” Jin scoots as close to you as he can get, wrapping your legs around his waist in the process. His gaze is fuckin dangerous, peering down at you from beneath his Celine’s, heat pooling in the pit of your stomach within seconds!

“..Considering it was going to just go in the trash anyway…” He dips his finger into the batter one more time, only to smear it over your bottom lip before leaning in...slowly swiping his tongue over the surface before sucking it into his mouth with a moan that starts on his tongue and ends on yours.  “Why don’t you get yourself another taste then…” He murmurs low, and breathy against your lips, the strong smell of chocolate fling your nose, nothing subtle about the way your eyes drop to watch the way his tongue swipes along his lips.

At that point you just grip his jaw and kiss him, hot and messy, leaving nothing up for speculation at this point, Fuck Kellies brownies!

He leans forward bracing both of his arms on either side of your frame, sighing into the kiss as content as can be. Tilting your head to deepen it, as you drag your fingers through his slightly damp locks. Your lips are both sweet and sticky which makes them melt together even easier,Jin’s tongue moves inside your mouth with such ease! I mean fuck,  it’s been almost 8 years now so I guess you shouldn’t be surprised. He works your mouth open wider so his tongue can get deeper, the sweet slow glide, hot and heady, the faint leftover taste of chocolate has your toes curling against the sole of your heels.

“You’re so fuckin hard” You whine around his tongue and he smiles around yours, reaching between him to palm at his own length.

“Mmmhmm..” Breath hitching in his throat once he tightens his grip around his tip. “For you….” Jins eyes fluttering open, mouth falling ajar into a silent moan as your palm meets his….guiding his movement.

“I really wanna suck you off…” Slurs against his lips, swatting his hand away completely, wrapping your hand around the base and squeezing. The silk from his pants was far too delicate to really create any type of barrier. Ripping a deep moan from his throat as you stroke him. Jin’s physically throbbing in your palm as we speak, and as if on instinct you feel yourself clamp down around absolutely fucking nothing. But there’s no denying that your body’s reacting simultaneously to his...even if he’s not physically inside you...yet.

“I thought, you wanted more chocolate?” Jin smiles against your lips before dragging them down your jaw, over your throat, licking a trail towards your shoulders. A string of breathy moans leave your tongue the harder he starts to suck against your skin, you can feel his eyes on you too. He has you feeling like your body’s burning from the inside out! Jin’s always been one for eye contact, as if he doesn't wanna miss a single second of how you react to him, gaze dark and hooded. Those big brown eyes of his completely blown out...looking like he’s ready to fucking ruin you and you can’t find it in yourself to even considering looking away.

‘Fuck” Whispers off your lips as he bites into your neck “I do, fuck I do, let me down!” swatting at his shoulders aimlessly until he does what you say and within seconds you have him pushed against the glass refrigerator.

An amused smile tugging on his lips as he takes in how blatantly fucked out you already look. Adding fuel to the flame Jin actually slides his own hand into his pants, thumbing over the head as he strokes himself at an agonizingly slow pace. Eyes trained on yours the entire time though they’re barely open. You watch his muscles contract every time he adjusts his grip, and as much as you wanna join in you can’t find it in you to move!

“Babyyyy” Hisses off his lips like he’s begging and demanding all at the same damn time! Within seconds you're caging his body against the doors, tilting your chin up to capture his lips again. The taste of chocolate is still strong along his tongue, as he kisses you full and messy. You pull his hand away and if the growl that rolled off his tongue was any indication to his he felt about it….

There's not much room between the fridge and the island so the bowl is at arm's length, not to mention he was making enough browns to feed 20+ people so it’s not like the bowls microscopic. Without breaking the kiss you manage to reach back, swiping your fingers through the batter. You feel every muscle in his stomach tense beneath the pads of your fingers as you paint a languid trail all the way to his waist.

“Oh” Jin asks a mischievous grin moving up his face as he snakes his hand around, a strong hands pulls you even closer. God, so fuckin solid, chest firm and defined...letting his other hand grip your hair right at the roots. Tugging it back until your moaning into his mouth “That how you wanna play?” Lips ghosting along the hinge of your jaw..blowing against your skin slightly until you shivered.

You grin up at him, eyes heavy….”Depends...you gonna let me play the way I want?” Tongue toying with the corner of your mouth as you await his response which he doesn't even verbally give. Just simply raising his brow which shouldn’t be as fucking sexy as it was, reaching behind you, moving the bowl to the counter to his right so you don't have to reach around to grab it.

Keeping his eyes trained on your as he slides his shirt off his body, letting it fall where it may, pulling his pants down mid-thigh, cock thick, long, and slightly curved as it bounced against his stomach. Precome just oozing off the tip and down his shaft….which looked painfully hard the tip a dark shade of pink...

“You can play with me however you want princess”  Reaching up to nuzzle his fingers into your scalp again, this grip isn’t as aggressive as the last...a little more..intimate. You can feel his thumb padding against your scalp, fuck he’s always so calm..collected. I don’t know why but whenever the two of you have sex solo  it’s like this...it’s always a reminder than he is in fact the eldest...and back in your college days the most experienced. Though he wasn’t. one to brag about his skills he was just one to show up, show out and leave…

There’s a low chuckle that rings in the back of his throat and it trails right down your spine...

“You just fuckin ache for it don’t you? Those pretty lips of yours miss having my cock in your mouth?” Rolling his hips into yours with a moan “It’s not just about me is it? You love this don’t you princess?” You nod dumbly, god why is he so damn distracting your suppose to be in control, fuck! “I’m all yours, right here for you to do whatever you want…”

Regardless of how hard your shaking you find it in you to actually attempt to function. Swiping your fingers back into the bowl you extend your trail, starting at his neck, over his collarbones...down his chest….then connecting the lines to his sternum.

Ducking down to trace over the trail with your tongue and lips, alternating between kissing, licking, sucking your way down his body. Jin’s moaning out low and breathy, the grip on your hair tightens, eyes flickering up to admire the wet trail your leaving behind in the process. To be honest your far too impatient to draw this out the way you’d really like so before Jin even has time to process what's happening you drop to your knees.

‘Fuck” Groans from his chest, abdomen tightening from the site of you on your knees alone, back positioned in the perfect arch as you lean forward. Eyes trained on yours as you lay your tongue flat against his stomach. You don't even move either, lashes fluttering up at him far too innocently and Jin just smiles at you, already aware as to what you're “asking” for!

“Mmm, you got me all messy princess…” Grabbing the back of your head to guide you as you lick and kiss the rest of the way down. “Good girl, baby, fuck “ Jin’s voice gets a little higher, the more you roll your tongue against his skin. Sucking an array of bruises, along the way, as if to accentuate the point that he is in fact “yours”! Gazing up at him like you want to absolutely wreck him because well...you do. And well he told you, you could do whatever you want soooooo.

However once you get to his cock you stop, and just stare up at him again, eyes wide, and almost innocent, which has Jin all the way fucked up right now and you notice...lashes fluttering up in his direction.

“What do you want princess?” Jin brushes back your hair, as you nuzzle your nose into his inner thigh, nipping slightly until he’s slouching into the fridge for support. Head lolling back as you cup his balls, lifting them so you can kiss each before sucking one into your mouth. It’s clear you're not going near his dick until he puts you there but to be honest he’s not complaining! Your tongue takes long slow strokes, up, down, around, before sucking each back into your mouth. It's obscenely loud, and messy, lips and chin coated in spit. Sending shudders coursing through his entire body, fuck he’s so damn hard.

“Baby…” He breathes out almost in awe, as he guides your head upwards, leaning over and dipping two fingers back into the bowl “I think you forgot about your chocolate...Open, your mouth for me, pretty…”

You do because of course you do “Tongue out” Letting it roll past your lips in a way that has him smirking at you as he places the digits along or tongue ‘Suck” Dragging the pads of his fingers along your tongue, as you moan out around them…Purposely hitting the back of your throat making you gag slightly. ”O...pen…” The words rolled off his tongue painfully slow, almost as slow as he drug his fingers away...

Dipping his fingers in the bowl one last time, painting a trail from base to tip, sighing out at the initial contact from how sensitive he’s getting. Smearing his precum around in the process before sliding his fingers back into your mouth to lick off the excess. “There...now I think we've handled your first craving, why don't you wrap those pretty little lips around my cock so we can do something about the other” It wasn’t really a question, he did not phrase it as a question…

So, you let his fingers slide free, leaning forward to wrap your lips around his tip. Eyes open and focused on the beautiful man above you...you take a deep breath, relax your throat, and take him all the way home. Not stopping until your lips are hoovering as close as you can get to the base of his cock, nose flush against his groin and Jin about screams. He was not at all ready for that.

“Goddammit Y/n!” He almost sounds aggravated, jaw tight, nostrils flared as he yanks your head back so only the tips in your mouth, and the way your suctioning your lips around his tip has him hissing through clenched teeth.

“Stop, I wanna take it.....I can take it, let me have what I want…” God your pouting and whining and he feels as though he could come right now! Jin reaches down and cradles your jaw, making you lean into the contact. Jin has always been a little...gentler  with you unless you ask, I mean he calls you princess for a reason, and don’t get me wrong it’s not like I’m saying he keeps things sweet and vanilla! It’s just you have to tell him to go hard or he won’t just do it…he’ll make you want to get your throat fucked but won’t unless you ask. He’s the type to fuck you slow and deep with his hand around your neck while you make love but also whisper the nastiest things in your ear that you could make you come alone.

“Fuck” He sighs defeated, instinctively wanting to buck up into your mouth “I know you can, and if you want me to hold you down and make you take it then…” You feel his hand shift and his grip tighten...guiding you back down… “Relax your throat for me princess…” Your eyes meet him directly as you do, and he guides you down his shaft slowly..he can hear you sniffle in a breath through your nose and he keeps pushing until he hits the back of your throat only this time he's prepared for it.

Jin gasps eyes slightly unfocused , jaw tense “That’s it baby fuck…god you look soo good right now..” His chest is tight but he's still not stopping, not until your throat is completely full and your lips meet skin. Once he’s finally fully logded in your throat you both gasp...Jin's eyes hit the back of his head, which he slams against the fridge in the process…

“Oh my god babyyyyy” He whines and he pulls your head back but you keep your lips tight and pert the entire way up. Hissing at the steady stimulation, however once you reach the tip and start to make your way back down again with such fineness he knows your ready to take more.

Jin is a little hesitant initially when he starts lifting his hips, sliding into your mouth. Your eyes flutter close as you take in a deep slow breath through your nose, humming out as he starts to pick up his pace.

“Oh fuck yesss…” Hand tightening in your hair, Jin can feel the shift now, feel the moment his cock pushes its way through your throat, warm, tight...but relaxed. Its clear it’s not your first rodeo...you gag a little but your not straining...it’s not a “job” for you…you want this and that turns him on to no end. The way your moaning around his cock as you bob your head up and down has his length twitching along your tongue!

You can tell he’s still going a little slow, probably because he doesn't wanna hurt you! So,you lean up on your knees a little, and decide to take what you want, digging your nails into his thighs starting to push back against him. He tries to stop you from moving so you dig your nails into him even deeper, eyes fluttering open only to roll them to the back of your head more times that either of you can count and he can’t help but choke out a moan around a stifled laugh!  

“Okay, pretty, okay…I got you...I’ll give you what you want” You can feel his legs shake biting his bottom lip, as he starts to roll his hips deeper, harder, finding a smooth steady rhythm. One where his cock smacks the back of your throat every damn time just how you like it! “Shit” He breathes out in a shaky breath almost as if he's amazed at how good your doing…

“Fuck, such a good mouth baby, fuckin made to have your jaw fucked open…”

You look down right sinful, back arched, lips glossy with spit and precum and just fuck, fuck!

“Your not gonna last” You muse playfully as you pull back with an obnoxiously obscene noise, lips twitching into a smirk as Jin damn near growls!

“Fuck yo-“

“I’m not complaining….” leaning forward to place an array of open mouthed kisses along his shaft until he’s hissing through his teeth. “...Buttt...your so fuckin hard already baby I can feel you twitching beneath my-“

“Put, your mouth back on my cock before I fuck your damn jaw wide open!” He’s panting way to hard for it to be demanding though Jin’s not your stereotypical dom anyway...his tones never truly demeaning yet...you know he’s not asking....Gripping your hair even tighter, yanking your head actually.  You lean up for a minute, sucking one of his balls into your mouth almost teasingly and Jin slouches into the door…

“Please, fuck I’ve been begging for” Your whining purposely lips and tongue leaving a messy spit covered trail behind. An exaggerated moan vibrating against his skin

“Your getting yourself all messy baby” Cutting you off as if you weren’t even speaking! Whipping your chin as he yanked your head back, guiding you back where he wants you, since you wanna fuck around!  “Your mouth must not be full enough yet” Tongue trailing along his bottom lip and with that, he’s fully lodgeding his cock back into your throat making you gag in the process.

“Yeah, yeah that sounds a lot better, look sooo fuckin good with your mouth full” Leaning over to squeeze your ass, hissing through clenched teeth as his hips grow quicker , stronger, bolder, and your taking it like a damn champ too!

Heats spread throughout every inch of Jin’s body, his chest is flushed and he looks so damn good, there's sweat gathering along his temples, the hand holding your hair is actually twitching. He pulls your hair even tighter this time making you moan and gag slightly. Before he even bothers to apologize he watches your eyes flutter up to meet him and even with a mount full of cock he knows that's a smirk on your lips.

“Your pussys just fucking soaked isint it? My baby’s just throbbing, every time I…” Suddenly he’s slowing your pace down, it;s almost..sensual now, how slowly hes rocking you gains his cock “You can feel this can’t you? Everytime…” Guiding your head up and down repeatedly only this time it’s slower,your strides are longer and the way he’s looking at you right now….fuck!

“Everytime my cock hits the back of your throat, your pussy gets so fuckin tight,and wet, you just love getting your throat fucked don't you, pretty?” You make a gargled sound that Jin knows is a “yes” and he smiles..lazy stated and blissed the fuck out… “Love a nice, big , hard cock, down your throat….Mmm,my pretty little cock slut yeah?”

You don't even try to respond, you just inhale sharply and start bobbing your head even harder encouraging him to give you what you want and he does. He fucking dose…he’s done holding back, so he grabs your hair as tight as possible, so much so not only dose your scalp burn but your entire body burns! He starts fucking into your throat, hard and fast...he knows how much you love this...he knows your fucking use to it ...his princess knows how to handle him...with ease…

“Your fuckin amazing baby, your taking me so good, so fucking deep...fuckkkkk”

Jin can’t help himself, from grunting , moaning, whining, swearing in both English and Korean! Which was without a doubt one of the sexiest things ever because his voice always got deeper. He’s so close..your taking him so well too.

“I’m fuckin close pretty...so fuckin close” He chokes out around a whine mid thrust, eyes heavy..bottom lip edged between his teeth...and you suck even harder..eyes fluttering up at him.

He keeps fucking into your mouth, deep and smooth, brining his hips flush to your face every time....

‘Fuckkk, your gonna swallow for me baby? Take it all like the good little sl-” Your hand suddenly comes up to squeeze his balls and he’s fucing done it catches him off guard too! Fingers spazzing in your hair, as your throat closes around him. He whines as his hips kick forward into your mouth, you press hard into his thigh keeping him in place. Swallowtail around him and Jin practically cokes on his own tongue. You don’t pull of right away either, moaning low, the slight vibrations making him hiss from over stimulation..

Jin came hard down your throat, the perfect mix of salty, sweet...the light hint of chocolate still lingering on your tongue….His knees almost buckle but he catches himself. Leaning forward, bracing both arms against the marble island, eyes still closed as you watch his muscles contract painfully hard and you can’t help but smile around him as his length starts to go soft along your tongue.

“Fuck” His voice breaks before he can even finish and yeah, yeah your proud, tipping forward on the balls of his feet, glasses almost slipping off his nose in the process!

You humm out, contently sending little bolts through his body, making him moan, and twitch above you yet he doesn't pry your lips away. Hands gently massaging his sides as those big brown eyes flutter open to meet you, heavy, glazed, unfocused...gently he pulls your lips away from his cock, and braces his arms on your sides lifting you off the ground with such ease no matter how spent he is and instantly your legs wrap around his waist.

Lips swollen, cheeks and chin slightly wet as he leans his forehead against yours…Panting out hard against your mouth, you can feel how erratic his heart is hammering against your own.

“So what do you think?” He whispers, a tired smirk playing on his lips “Still don’t think I need to remake it?”

You can’t even help but cackle, god you love this man, and you knew your voice is fucked so you just lean in, and he closes he gap instantly. Kissing you deep, slow, loving, tasting himself all over your tongue, kissing you until your huffing out a pained breath through your nose because you feel as though you can’t even breathe. Tugging impatiently at the hem of your tank top, and next thing you know your squeezing your legs around his waist and raising your hands so he can slide it off. This, always this..the skin on skin, how warm he feels….essentially chest to chest minus the thin lace from your bra, but it feels good..feels like home. Gently running his hands all over the planes of your back, ghosting his nails against your skin making sure to leave a trail of goosebumps behind in the process.

Your warm and almost pliant under his palm, moaning out contently as he continues kissing you, like he has all the time in the world like he doesn't have a shit ton of brownies to make. Which, I guess in theory is very minute in comparison to what’s going on right now but as we’ve established Jin is very anal! Sliding his hand up to grab your ass and you whimper slightly so he does it again, harder this time….

Your so caught up by the languid slide of Jin’s tongue that you haven't even realized your moving….clearly headed towards his bedroom as he walks the two of you out of the kitchen!

Pressing tour back against the brick beam in the center of his living room, leaning down to place a wet open mouthed kiss on the side column of your neck. “What do you want me to do you?” He breathes into your skin low and husky nipping at the vein rearing and you can't help but exhale a shaky breath, clawing your nails up his back until he's the one moaning against your skin.

“Whatever the fuck you want-” Just, as Jin’s about to turn the corner he hears his front door unlock…..

“Sorry, my zoom meeting ran long, I swear I’m going to kill that new British investor…” Hoseok comes in like a bat straight out of hell as per usual, far too caught up in a million things to initially realize what he’s walked in on!

“... Then Don wasn't answering, and it was getting late. so I just ended up going to the dispo, and I-” Eyes fluttering over to finally met yours and it’s spine chilling how quickly his gaze darkens! Honestly, you weren’t even aware he was supposed to be coming over to be honest, but fuck yeah 2Seok FTW! A shit eating grin plastered on his face that quickly turns into a toe curling smirk as he licks his lips and kicks his shoes off. Placing the bag from the discrepancy and his jacket on the couch before studying forward. God he looks like such a fuckboy right now but your live for it because he fits the aesthetic without the toxic traits. Perfectly tanned skin, a backwards snapback, vneck, skin tight jeans with an offensive amount of rips in them and chunky Gucci sneakers…  

“Fuck, and here my dumb ass was thinking when you said you were bringing Jin groceries...you actually meant something he could literally eat…” Hoseok’s eyes meet Jin’s briefly and there's something you can’t quite catch lingering within his gaze! “What the fuck did I miss?” Purrs off his tongue,as he tangles his fingers in your hair, yanking your head back, completely missing the way his eyes lock with Jin as he leans in kissing you! It’s hard, wet, and messy,but he’s not lacking skill that's for damn sure. Instantly groaning against your tongue once he gets a taste of what you’ve really been doing, you can’t help; but sigh as you tilt your neck back, allowing him to deepen the kiss. While he kisses you he holds tight onto Jin’ s waist, eyes fluttering back open briefly as he digs his nails into his sides!

“Such a fuckin tease” Husks off the elders lips though your far to consumed to even notice. Leaning forward sinking his teeth right into Hoseok pressure point. Not letting up until his knees damn near buckle yet he doesn't pull away. He just kisses you harder, and digs his nails even deeper into Jin’s skin…with a deep groan.

“Baby…”Jin breathes against his neck, painting his tongue up the side in the process, both of you hum as you don;t know who he’s referring too, and he smiles against Hosoek’s skin “Seok…”

Well that answers that “I want you….” Kissing his way over to Hoseok’s ear, tugging the tinny gold hoop between his teeth “...to lay princess on the couch... and fuck her until she can’t even see straight…” It should actually be illegal now nonchalant this man just said that!

You both moan at that, pulling away just enough to breath, forehead flush against his...your eyes mirror his, stupidly fucked out and needy as he leans forward and sucks your bottom lip into your mouth…

‘Think you can do that for me?” Jin still hasn't stopped pressing open mouth kisses to Hosoek’s neck who's completely consumed by how needy you sound…The way your clearly grinding against Jin for stimulation right now because your so turned on.

A smirk playing on those heart shaped lips of his… ”That what you want baby? You wanna put on a little show with me? What me to fuck you while Jin watches...fuck you so good that he can’t even focus…”Not even bothering to phrase it as a question because he aleady knew what you wanted!

Tongue teasing at your bottom lip “Untill, all he can hear is you begging me to stop because you can’t take it anymore?” Hoseok is basically moaning all this into your mouth, as his hands shift beneath you, Jin passes you off like you weigh negative two pounds…and you instantly lace your arms around his neck.

‘Fuck, please” You exhale shakily lips flush against Hosoek’s neck as you feel Jin press himself behind you so your sandwiched in..you watch Jin snake his hand up Hoseoks back, gripping him by the nape of the neck forcing him to make eye contact.

“Think you can be good for her while I finish this?” Eyes flickering to the kitchen though his tone is clearly taunting, so is he smirk playing on the elders lips…it’s now blatantly obvious you’ve missed something. There’s tension between the pair, nothing serious ...but there’s tension ...

“Of course, I know I can be more than just good hyung” There's clearly so much condensation dripping off that honorific it’s unreal…for one...they barley even use honorifics to begin with so clearly something was up....slyly letting his fingers ghost up Jin’s stomach, before clawing his way down.

Jin cocks his head to the side raising a brow, the grip he holds on the younger hair tightens “I will fucking rui-“

“Seokkkk, Jin!!!” You whine impatiently nipping at his neck...whatever his is...you cold careless blue clit is a thing...a very real one for you right now!

“Alright, New rules” 

Lordt!

“Hoseok’s gonna make you come as many times as you want….” Leaning in to kiss the impatient pout off your lips before turning his attention to Hoseok “ And you…” Yanking his head back a little “Don't get to come until we say Soo…”

“We?” The quirk in his bow accompanied by the crass in his tone proved he was far from amused..Yoongi would be proud...

“Mmmhmm, you said you were putting on a show right?” Walking past the two of you to grab his Tripod out the closet and you already know what that means…

Little secret...back in your college days Hosoek and yourself dabbled in a few cam sites together for extra money...So your far from shy when it comes to putting on a little show in front of a camera...especially in front of your boys....

THAT’S ALLLL SHE WROTE... FOR NOW...SHOW THIS SOME LOVE IF YOU ENJOYED/COME YELL AT ME!

Also dose anybody want me to continue this? I did not expect it to end like his but I ain’t mad about it. Also wtf do you think Hoseok did to Jin?

MASTERLIST for this AU linked below..also as I noted in the sneak peek this is not Jin’s “intro” chapter that’s why outside of the fact that he’s always loved to cook I didn’t tell you much about his “character”. However I have finally mapped out both his and Hoseok’s and I will add those summaries to the mastrlist soon...

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85% - Lim Jaebum (M)

@iwanttobejaebeomsslut asked and I provided! Hello everyone! This came as a request from our lovely aforementioned blog and I’m telling you, this was one helluva ride tho. Enough rambling, enjoy~

Synopsis: You have to give a full percentage of yourself in a relationship to make it work. Jaebum learns the hard way that any number below that is a certain cause of destruction.

Warnings: angst, smut, unprotected sex

~4.5k words

“Breaking up with someone is…yeah.”

You had just closed the door of the apartment, only to be welcomed by a small commotion coming from the kitchen. The lively sound of vegetables being diced and some indistinctive ingredients being boiled served for a false distraction from the fatigue starting to kick in. Although you had a refreshing night with your girl-friends, you had long forgotten how taxing it was to spend a full night out in the middle of the week. You kicked off your shoes and threw your backpack on the floor. An ominous feeling started nurturing in your chest.

“I don’t know. She’s probably out late with the girls… Yeah, no, I didn’t know.”

You distinguished Jaebum’s voice among the variety of little sounds mixing together. It seemed like he was talking on the phone with someone, his back turned to the kitchen door as he divided his attention between cooking and carrying the conversation. You paused your movements and leaned against the outer wall, listening in. It looked like he was talking about you.

“Distant? Yeah…no, I didn’t get the chance to tell her.”

Tell you? Tell you what? You pursed your lips. What was Jaebum hiding from you?

“Jinyoung-ah, how can you find a nice way to tell your girlfriend something like that? It’s…It’s never that easy.”

You let out a hollow chuckle and folded your arms over your chest. You felt anger swirling up in your veins. You were getting a pretty clear idea of how that scenario would eventually play out.

“Of course I will. The longer it drags, the harder it will be. Catch you later, Jinyoung-ah. I don’t want to burn the recipe…yeah, thanks.”

You peeled yourself off the wall and dug a hand in the pocket of your jeans. You threw the keys of the apartment on the kitchen table with a loud noise and it successfully captured Jaebum’s attention. The little smile he had on his lips irked you. “Is this what you have been doing lately, Jaebum?”

His eyebrows knitted together. He looked like he had no idea you overheard his previous conversation. “Doing what, exactly? I want to test out those cooking classes—“

“Let me rephrase.” You clicked your tongue. “Is this what you were busy doing while actively ignoring and neglecting me? Planning a nice and easy way to throw the break-up text in my face?”

Jaebum hissed and returned to chopping the vegetables. “It’s not like you bother paying too much attention to me either, Y/n.”

You could not believe your ears.

“Go fuck yourself.”

Jaebum slammed his knife down and shifted his body to face you. “What did you say?”

“Oh, so now you are interested in what I have to say” you laughed bleakly and shrugged your shoulders. “Should I say it again?”

“What’s with this attitude? Huh? Lately, there’s always something you don’t like, something you complain about. What the hell is it that you want?”

Every ounce of patience you had left was wearing thin. You analyzed Jaebum’s face and found nothing but outright irritation and displeasure. It satisfied you beyond measure. It was only natural he should get a taste of his own medicine. You took a step closer to him, holding your ground. “You don’t get to blame this on me. You have no right.”

Jaebum scoffed at your words and raked his hair with his fingers in an evident annoyed manner. “Of course, it’s my fault only. I am the only one in this world who doesn’t understand you.”

“You are a hypocrite.”  

You stormed out of the kitchen, your breathing ragged from all the failed attempts to compose yourself. The unidentified feeling that invaded your chest as soon as you entered your shared apartment bloomed into a hurricane, sweeping all your entire being. Rather than feeling sadness, you felt a sinister rage boiling in your lungs that you knew you wouldn’t be able to tame.

You couldn’t remember the last time you enjoyed some time in Jaebum’s company without constantly feeling pressured about something. Nothing you did for him seemed to be enough anymore. You tried visiting him at his company or call him randomly when you missed him but it didn’t appear to have much of an effect on him as it did in the early stage of your relationship. You two did not talk much about yourselves, either; Jaebum was always closed off. Your last resort was giving him the space he needed to put everything in order. You should have given up altogether had you known everything was just a cheap show of pretense.

Jaebum’s heavy steps trailed after you and you had to jerk forward to avoid his touch. “Why are you always leaving in the middle of an argument?”

That was the last straw. “You want me to tell you why I am always leaving, Jaebum?” your voice was raised, probably in a desperate attempt to get everything off your chest without any hesitation.

“I am done with this cat and mouse game! I am done with you always retreating in your little perfect bubble, I am done with you always denying my calls, I am done trying to make you communicate with me, Jaebum. Even when you actually come home, it feels like there’s a ghost in my bed. I am done wondering why I am not enough for you.”

Jaebum unconsciously took two steps back, his frame shaking slightly. You shook your head softly and let your hands fall to your sides helplessly. “You’re putting your fucking guard up again.”

All he could do was look away. Jaebum couldn’t bear to listen, much less look you in the eyes. It was stupefying to hear about all of his insecurities shoved in his face. He should have figured out they would come haunting him.

“Y/n…” he began as you threw your coat over your shoulders and dug your feet into your boots. He remained silent, repeatedly trying to find something to say. And you waited, a sliver of hope still hanging on against all odds.

“You see, Jaebum,” you broke the oppressive silence instead, your tone trembling. “You cannot give someone only 85% of yourself and expect it to be enough.”

“It was hard for me, too.” He blurted out, his fist clenching. You turned away too, fearing that seeing him struggle would make you go back to square one.

After you had left what was your shared apartment in a frenzied rush, you drove mindlessly into the night, winter streets of Seoul, the fingers gripping the wheel in a futile attempt to suppress the amalgam of emotion in your ribcage. A couple of hours passed until you finally parked the car in a lot on the outskirts of the capital and crawled out of your seat. You rose your head to the sky when big snowflakes started waltzing in the air. You felt your phone buzz in the pocket of your coat and you lazily took it out. The text glowing on your screen made you break down in tears.

‘Let’s break up.’

The months that followed were undeniably hard on you. You sent your closest friend the following week to pick up your things from your old home because you didn’t have it in you to face Jaebum. The lack of messages and calls was impressive, even for the two of you. There were numerous times when your fingers ghosted over the ‘send’ button to forward a paragraph to him but you knew better than that. There was no need to tear yourself apart anymore.

It became hard to adapt to your new routine. Waking up in an unfamiliar bed and spending your time in a different house was strange. Even after winter ended and the warmth of the sun began enveloping the world, there still was an overwhelming coldness residing. It took you some time to grow accustomed to it. You loved Jaebum and you knew there were a lot of things left unsaid between the two of you but you missed feeling whole more than anything. Feeling unhappy was the last thing you wanted to remember about him and ending it, alas abruptly, was your way of keeping your fond memories intact.

Jaebum was a good lover to you. And having back the life you had was an impossible matter.

 It hurt to let go because you tried your hardest to hold on and it only seemed like it wanted to get further away from you. Blaming yourself for having felt, for having wanted, it was gnawing at you. It confused you because you thought your feelings were the wrong ones all along, that you let them go and they were not reciprocated. You felt like a deplorable criminal and it was mirrored all over your existence.

Distractions were everything keeping you from succumbing to your suffering. Keeping yourself busy was the only way you’d stop your mind from wondering about Jaebum and about your own mistakes. Gradually, it grew a little easier to breathe and wake up in the morning. You started pushing the curtains apart to let the sun come through and you were slowly and steadily eating more and more. Dealing with a broken heart was a complex and tough process. You knew it was also not an unbeatable one. Once you convinced yourself of it, you managed to gather the shattered pieces of your heart from the floor. You were not ready to move on just yet but you were not wailing either.

Of course, meeting and dating Jaebum exposed you to his other idol friends with whom you grew closer. One thing you appreciated about his circle was that they were totally impartial when it came to your former relationship. Just like that, knowing someone resulted in introducing you to someone new. You liked to think people did not despise you.

In a late august morning, the ringing of your phone awoke you from your sweet slumber. You brought it to your ear, trying your best to make sense of the words spoken to you. You were asked to help organize a private pool party for one of your closest friends.

The idea in itself made you beam with excitement. Your summer was sprinkled with events here and there, mostly dedicated to you. Your circle put in a lot of effort to drag you out of the pit and you couldn’t love them more for it. It felt good to help do something nice in exchange and a pool party was the one thing you didn’t know you needed. So you were in charge of reserving the location and the mobile bar. And because you loved being a tad extra, you reserved one of the largest skybar areas which had all the requirements.

  “You really invited a lot of people!” you giggled as you finished dressing with the one-shoulder bikini top. Your friend nudged you with her elbow, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

“He has a lot of friends, all right! We all needed this to celebrate the end of the summer before we go back to work. But you really went extra with this red two-piece.”

“You said it yourself, didn’t you?” you smirked and exited the changing rooms, grabbing a cocktail on your way out. “We’re celebrating!”

“That’s my girl.”

There were a lot of guests coming in, most of the people you had already met before. The crowd was thickening by the second but it was one of the few times you actually enjoyed it. You wanted to lose yourself among them so you could finally wash off the regret lingering in your heart. It didn’t take long for your group to gather and it took but a glance to agree on opening the party. All of you jumped in the pool, accompanied by roaring cheers. Others followed in after you, filling the water rapidly. The DJ didn’t hesitate to switch the music up, fueling the otherwise great atmosphere. You gathered quickly to the pool bar to down a shot and joined your girl-friends in a game of water volleyball.

“Hey, girls! I am going out to dry myself a little, I think I might turn into a siren if I stay any longer!” You announced cheerfully and got out of the pool to grab a towel.  You wrapped the soft linen around your body and a group of people gathering to the entrance captured your attention. You felt as if the weight of the whole world came crashing down on you.

Jaebum and his members were coming in.

You quickly turned your back to the entrance, your features wilting. You had to grab onto the metal railing to sustain your balance. Why were they there? Why was he there?

That was an unforeseeable situation. Leaving the party would be inconsiderately rude to your friend and avoiding all of them was beyond impossible. You were at a loss for words. All the months spent moving on from the murderous pain went down the drain in mere moments. You knew you couldn’t afford to reopen such a fresh wound.

You rushed to the barman to mix you another drink. Your index trailed along the rim before you gulped it down. Alcohol wouldn’t serve as a savior but it would at least keep your adrenaline contained. People were getting out too to enjoy the snacks, the drinks or to dance to the endearing music. You put the towel on a nearby surface and meddled with them in an attempt to restrain your thoughts. The alcohol in your veins made it easier for you to lose yourself to the rhythm, along with your friends who hyped you up.

However, the stares Jaebum kept sending your way were excruciating. As soon as he laid his eyes on you, subtlety flew out the window. He was at a considerable distance from you, surrounded by countless other girls who tried catching his group’s attention, yet you caught him glancing at you so many times you lost count. It vexed you. You wondered if he had always been that shameless. It was only getting worse as one of your girls attached herself to your back to start grinding against you. The glances turned to intent stares, burning through your skin. Your eyes connected once and you recognized that singular vulgar glint in his eyes. You could only guess how many scenarios ran through his mind. Unfortunately, you weren’t one to back out from a challenge.

You hated his guts and you absolutely despised his presence there when it was meant to be a perfect summer’s end for you and your friends. You recalled the way you felt that night you left his house and all the pent-up frustration burst forth. If he was staring at you, might as well offer him something worth staring at.

For the rest of the night, you welcomed any inappropriate or daring moves initiated by your friends. At a certain point, you even started enjoying it; you forgot how much you adored having fun. It served for good distraction as Jaebum managed to slip off your mind for a while. You didn’t realize when time passed so fast and guests started retreating to their respective homes. You lost sight of Jaebum and the rest of his members, too. There were hardly any people left and you needed to cool down your body of all the intensity, so you dived into the pool to execute a lap or two.

You pulled yourself to the surface and ran your hands over your face to wipe off the water. An indistinctive sound of water splashing echoed in the distance but you paid it no mind as you swam to the edge of the pool, leaning your back against the cold surface.

“Nice party, huh?”

You felt your body tensing up at the painfully familiar voice. You opened your eyes to see Jaebum in front of you, momentarily keeping his distance. Were you wrong earlier?

“Thanks, I reserved the place.”

Jaebum laughed and it tore open a piece of your heart. The sound was so beautiful. “Figures you did.”

You nodded your head and looked away. You wanted to escape that situation.

“We weren’t supposed to come, our schedule was packed.” Jaebum started as he ran a hand through his damp hair. “I am glad we did, though.”

You chuckled. “You would have missed a great party otherwise.”

Jaebum took a step closer to you, prompting his hands on either side of your body. You tilted your head to him, your eyes lifting up to his. You clicked your tongue at his gesture.

“You know I am not talking about that.”

“God knows what you are talking about, Jaebum.” You dared. “Don’t push this. We began as friends, let’s end as friends.”

“Friends are not supposed to look at each other the way I look at you.”

You pursed your lips, your breathing coming to a halt. So you were not wrong about your deductions. You inched your face closer to his, maintaining eye contact. “You look at me like any other male would look at a female he wants to fuck. That’s not something special.”

Jaebum’s reaction was entirely different from what you were expecting. Instead of scoffing and walking away as he used to, his eyes softened, unlocking the gate to his soul you never managed to pass through. “That’s not true, Y/n. I never took you for a stress reliever. Even though having sex with you pushed me over the edge every time.”

You felt his hands lowering to your hips to pull you toward him. The tips of his fingers sent scorching sensations through your body. You kept your distance, fighting a savage battle to keep yourself contained. “Sex is the only thing we did well, Jaebum.”

Jaebum leaned over, attaching his lips flawlessly to a sweet spot in your neck that always set you off. Your fingers clenched around the edge of the pool. Giving in started to feel like a plausible solution to your problem.

“It wasn’t the only thing we did well, Y/n. Waking up to you was the most joyous part of the morning.” Jaebum placed a chaste kiss behind your ear. “Writing songs with you was when I’d get the most inspiration.” Another kiss to your jaw. “Having you by my side was the only thing I could boast about shamelessly.”

Jaebum pulled away from you altogether, saving you from eliciting a moan. He looked both sincere and sad. “Loving you was the only thing I couldn’t do right.”

“I suffered, Jaebum.” You cleared your throat. “I suffered terribly even while being with you. Do you have any idea how it is to feel alone in a relationship? I’ve loved you all alone, Jaebum. It destroyed me.”

“You didn’t love alone, Y/n.” He pleaded. “I was a coward and I was so wrong. I knew I had to work on myself first and that was one thing I had to do alone.”

“I don’t understand you.”

“Then let me explain myself properly.”

Jaebum crashed his lips against yours and his hands took a steady grip of your hips again. He pushed his body atop of yours and you could feel his hardening bulge rubbing against your lower abdomen. A sultry moan evaded your lungs against your wish. Jaebum took the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth, engaging yours in a carnal dance. An unexpected amount of adrenaline was surging up inside you as his tongue worked on yours ardently.

“If this is the only way to make you listen to me, so be it.” Jaebum pulled back and did not give you any time to catch your breath. He pushed his knee in between your legs, the sudden friction making you bite back another moan. “Firstly, I need you and I love you, that’s unquestionable.”

Jaebum lowered a hand to grab your ass harshly, his fingers sliding inside your bikini for a better grip. You threw your head back in ecstasy. “Secondly, I am terribly sorry for breaking up with you through text but I knew that if I saw you again, I’d break and I wouldn’t work on my issues if I had you running by my side to pamper me.”

Jaebum pulled out his other hand from the water to pull your chin tenderly to him. The vicious glint in his eyes turned you on. “And thirdly, I swear to explain everything to you so you can decide if you give me another chance or not. What do you want me to do?”

You brought a hand to his hair, running your nails on his scalp then down to his nape. You smirked at the low growl escaping his lips. “I swear to God Lim Jaebum, if you don’t fuck my brains out right now, I won’t even consider listening to you.”

You saw a dangerous smirk growing on Jaebum’s lips. His knee pushed your legs further apart and his hand traveled to your core, two fingers pushing inside of you without any prior warning. A resonant moan vibrated in the air at the desired feeling of his fingers stretching you out and Jaebum leaned over to whisper in your ear. “You never told me you were into public sex.”

“I thought you weren’t.”

Jaebum circled his tongue around one of the prominent veins in your neck, a predator steadying himself to mark its prey. “I prefer shielding you from curious eyes but I have to obey my princess’s wish of fucking her outright.”

Instead of attacking the skin of your neck, Jaebum lowered his head to your breasts, pulling the fabric of your top for access. Your nails dug into the blade of his shoulder when his lips started sucking on your breast ever so passionate. You had to steady yourself as his fingers began curling in and out of your core, the avalanche of moans coming out of your mouth filling the air.

“Jaebum…oh, right there”

Jaebum glanced up at you before admiring the beautiful colored spot on your breast. He licked his lips and attached them to yours in a fiery kiss. Your eagerness hinted at your first orgasm much faster than you anticipated. Jaebum allowed you to take the lead of the kiss so he could focus on the movements of his fingers getting faster.

You moaned into his mouth and threw your head back, holding onto Jaebum’s shoulder to grind against his magical digits. Jaebum let out a groan of his own; watching you surrender to the pleasure he was granting you, the way your lips parted with every airy sigh echoing in the air and the way your body reacted to every little gesture arose him greatly. He placed his other hand on your inner thigh to keep them parted as your warm walls clenched around his fingers. “Come on, Y/n. Cum on my fingers, beautiful.”

It didn’t take long to satisfy Jaebum’s wish; a high-pitched moan signaled your orgasm washing over you and Jaebum helped you ride it off eagerly. You barely had any time to inhale that Jaebum flipped your body so that your back was facing him. “I believe we’re not done just yet.”

Jaebum lowered his head to press a trail of butterfly kisses along the upper part of your spine that made you arch your back. He traced a finger over the scarce piece of material and you detected disapproval in his tone.

“This is very much in my way, gorgeous.”

“You’ll leave me naked if I take it off.”

Jaebum chuckled and prompted you to raise your arms so he could remove it. He draped an arm over your breasts, grabbing one of them in his hand to play with. A yelp emerged out of your chest. “Problem solved.”

He resumed his previous actions, peppering kisses over your spine that caused goosebumps to appear. He truly knew your body inside out.

“You like that?”

You hummed in approval, throwing your arm around his neck as he pressed his chest to your back. “Very much.”

“It means you will just love this.”

You bit your bottom lip in anticipation. Jaebum pulled down his shorts and guided his erection inside your wet cavern. He moaned into your shoulder, grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin at the contact he longed for. His length filled up every inch of you and you leaned forward to adjust to his size. He had always stretched you out to your limits and you could never get enough of the euphoric sensation.

Jaebum’s thrusts started at a fast and rough tempo that found an excellent angle every single time. Before you knew it, you began chanting his name like a mantra. His hand cupping your breast was only adding to the infinite bliss whirling uncontrollably through your veins. Your body reminded you how dependent you were of his touch and how he was the only one who could make you reach absolute nirvana. There was no use denying yourself anymore.

“Fuck it, Y/n, I missed you so much. I could never live without you.”

Through the rapid pacing of your breathing and the mixture of moans coming from both of you, you heard his words loud and clear. You brought his face to you to pull him into a desirous kiss in response. Jaebum added his middle finger to your clit, rubbing against it masterfully, and you had to take a grip of the edge of the pool. Your vision was getting blurry and you could no longer form coherent words because of the ecstasy exploding inside you.

“Oh, Jaebum…”

“I know, love.”

Jaebum was panting but that didn’t stop him from picking up the pace and hitting your sweet spot with every sharp movement. A well-known sensation built up rapidly in your stomach, igniting your core almost devilishly. You couldn’t hold out any longer. Your walls clenched around his thick length and Jaebum sensed it, pulling himself completely out of you before coming back in to offer you deeper thrusts. You placed your hand over his, guiding his fingers to rub your clit just the way you desperately needed.

Your second orgasm hit you violently and Jaebum had to sustain your body as you came. You screamed out his name in euphoric pleasure and the overwhelming warmth of your juices ensured Jaebum would follow closely behind. It took a couple more angled thrusts for him to release himself inside of you and an airy sigh approved of the nice feeling.

“I am sorry for that, I couldn’t hold back.” Jaebum whispered as he gently turned you to him and placed his forehead against yours.

“If there’s anything you should apologize for is me not being able to walk tomorrow morning.”

He chuckled and you circled your arms around his neck, holding on to his broad back. Your breasts were pressed against his chest, trying to cover yourself. Jaebum pulled up his shorts and guided your legs around his waist before wrapping his own arms around you. You were so comfortable with the familiar warmth his body provided. It was an abrupt turn your life took and there would be much to do to make it work but you could feel it wouldn’t be a scarce 85% again.

“Let’s get out of here.”

[bemused-writer]

Witch Hat Atelier Fairy Tale Pictures

What does one do when they have insomnia? Write more meta, of course. Since I went over the Valentine pictures for Witch Hat Atelier, I figured it would be fun to also over-analyze the fairy tale pictures! I'm just going to preface this with the warning that it's been a little bit since I've read any fairy tales so... if I get anything wrong that is why. (^^)"

I'll start with Coco here, who is very fittingly depicted as Alice from The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland. There's no doubt that Coco has landed in a mad world, one she's always dreamed of but found to be much stranger than she expected. She's curious and bold, so Alice seems like a good pick. I don't think that kid was scared of anything. 8D And she was definitely willing to investigate everything around her! Having said that, she wound up in a lot of trouble because of that, and while things turned out all right in the end, there was a lot of danger along the way. Perhaps Coco's journey will be similar.

Agott is Snow White, but she's not about to be tricked into eating that poisoned apple. If anything, she might be the one experimenting with it! Visually, Agott fits Snow White pretty well: fair skin, dark hair, etc. There's also the matter of her liking company more than she lets on (our "seven dwarves" or just the other students). Another thing about Snow White: she's very helpful and diligent. She cooks and cleans with all her might. Likewise, Agott works hard to teach her fellow students (Coco in particular) and winds up being more of a team player than she probably expected. Because of Snow White's helpful nature, I think it's fair to expect Agott to take on a similar role in terms of being someone you can rely on; I expect Coco will come to rely on her as the series goes on.

Tetia is ... Puss in Boots? I think? I can't read the Japanese there. Anyway, assuming that's what she is, I have to admit I'm not terribly familiar with the tale, so I looked it up! It seems to be a rags to riches kind of story that emphasizes working hard and passing various trials. Wikipedia also notes it emphasizes dressing well, and Tetia is certainly stylish with her desire to customize her future witch's hat.

So, the rest could certainly be applied to Tetia. She works very hard and always with others in mind and she may have been poor. We know the least about her, so it's hard to say much about how she's similar to Puss in Boots outside of her being courageous and working hard for her goals.

Olruggio's makes me laugh. XD I'm pretty sure he's supposed to be Sleeping Beauty (I think the vines are a reference to what the Prince fights to get to her?) and that's fitting enough because, well, the man really wants to get some rest. However, let's not leave it at that and let's see if we can find something a little deeper to his being Sleeping Beauty!

Well, Sleeping Beauty is induced into a magical sleep that can only be broken by true love's kiss. And she falls into this slumber because she's been cursed. As we know, things haven't been going great for Olruggio in the latest chapter and he has been "cursed" to lose his memory. A symbolic sleep, if you will, where he is unaware of what is happening around him, just like Sleeping Beauty. Likewise, this can only be broken if something jogs his memory. Whether it's a "prince" or not remains to be seen.

Qifrey is continuing the Alice in Wonderland theme to compliment Coco, which is suiting once more. He is the rabbit that so famously led Alice deeper and deeper into the mad world of Wonderland and, well, that kind of speaks for itself here. (^^)" The rabbit may not have had evil intentions, but he wasn't perfectly helpful either.

Tartah is Pinocchio, and I like this take in particular. He wants to be a "real boy." That is, he wants to make his way in witch society regardless of his impairments. Pinocchio finds joy in the end when his wish is granted after he's honest, and as we can see Tartah is an honest boy. Perhaps this means happiness is in his future and he will be permitted to study magic? That would suggest witch society itself changes, and that couldn't hurt.

Beldaruit is the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, which means we now have a trio of madness being passed from teacher to student. The Cheshire Cat largely amused itself and had no qualms with messing with people. Yeah, I can kind of see how Beldaruit fits the bill... But the Cheshire Cat didn't really intend to cause harm either; arguably it offered advice. Beldaruit is always extending his hand to others, but it often results in the negative (Qifrey and Coco both). Will he be able to change this in the future now that he has a new student?

We don't know Suzie too well yet, but here she is portrayed as Cinderella! Hard working, stylish, and a wish fulfilled all characterize this princess, and I can see these qualities in Suzie as well. She must work hard to be an assistant at her age and she definitely has style. Will she have a wish granted? Hard to say at this point, but I'm rooting for her.

And then there are all of the Knights Moralis depicted as mermaids. This is actually quite fitting: nowadays we have a tendency to think of mermaids as positive creatures. Beautiful, alluring, all of that. But they're also dangerous and willing to lure sailors to their deaths. Likewise, the Knights Moralis should be trustworthy and they're certainly all very stylish, but as we've seen they take their methods too far and become more like vipers. Fitting indeed.

Riche and Euini share the same theme: Little Red Riding Hood with Riche as Little Red and Euini as the Wolf. This fairytale gets interpreted a lot of different ways, but straightforwardly it's about a girl trying to reach her grandmother while being hunted by a wolf. We know Riche cares deeply for her brother and wants to make him proud. We also know that she and Euini are inextricably tied together, though the hostility of the relationship in the original fairy tale is replaced by mutual care and growth. They need each other and have learned from one another. Riche takes the lead and Euini follows, sort of like Little Red and the Wolf. I'd say these two are the closest we have to a "canon" couple, so it makes sense they'd share the same fairy tale.

And that's all I got for now. (^^)

[chocoluckchipz]

The Other You - 15

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Fresh from a shower, Marinette plopped on her bed face down and grunted, hiding her flaming face in a pillow.

What was wrong with her?

Why was she such an idiot and a weakling? Couldn’t she have said no to Adrien and his stupid lunch? Why on Earth did she think this was a good idea? Especially with her apparent inability to stay anywhere close to that man for more than five minutes at a time and not have her stupid crush rear its ugly head at the slightest sign of attention from his side.

Not fully her fault though because why the hell did Adrien have to be all kinds of perfect and so over the top extra? It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t natural. Men like him didn’t exist in the real world. It was some kind of witchcraft because how else could he have managed to make her feel so much at ease that by the end of that cursed lunch Marinette didn’t even notice as she let all remnants of her past hurt drift away? Witchcraft! Humanly impossible!

And Felix! That genius weirdo! She was going to kill him… after Fashion Week… for the crime of looking so incredibly much like Adrien. If he looked like anybody but his French cousin, Marinette would’ve never gotten used to seeing that face around herself and slowly lowered her guard around either of the men sharing the uncanny similarity. She would’ve stayed cautious around Adrien and would’ve never allowed him an opportunity to sneak back into her heart. She pursed her lips, grunting into her comforter. Was it too farfetched to assume that Adrien hired Felix specifically for that reason? Because his similar looks and flirty behaviour would slowly charm her into lowering her defences around Adrien? Preposterous but possible!

Her cell phone vibrated. Marinette grabbed it, pushing the thought away. Adrien didn’t deserve any more of her time for what he’d done to her today.

Alya: So, how did it go?

Ugh. Not Alya too. They hardly spoke about Adrien in recent weeks. Alya was avoiding the subject, probably thinking Marinette still hated him. Marinette didn’t want to bring him up because Adrien confused her. All of her assumptions, all of the beliefs she held about him were rapidly crumbling down and until Marinette got a hold of herself and her emotions, she preferred to avoid talking about him as well. The only reason Alya even knew about their lunch was because Marinette let information about the unexpected invitation slip in one of their calls. Like a true reporter, Alya couldn’t let her off the hook without learning the name of the person who invited her.

Marinette: How did what go? My day? Long and hard. Home now. About to start cooking.

Alya: Your date with Adrien, M. How did your unexpected date with your new boss/former enemy go?

Marinette scoffed. It wasn’t a date! She knew that for certain because Adrien made sure to correct their waiter when he’d voiced the same assumption about the pair’s relationship status. She couldn’t blame the waiter for assuming, though, because Adrien Freaking Agreste didn’t just pop into her office with his lunch box as she had assumed he would when he asked her that morning if she was free to talk about some business over lunch. Oh, no! He freaking dressed up and took her to an upscale cafe where he had reserved a freaking VIP lounge for them—per his words—‘to talk about work in privacy’, all while looking stupidly handsome and very smug about it. Of course, the waiter would assume it was a date. Which it wasn’t!

As for how it went?

Horribly wrong!

Disastrously so!

Cautious and wary at first, both of them slowly relaxed as the lunch went on, and soon enough not only they were laughing and joking around, but Marinette dared to say there were even a few moments where he flirted with her. Also, she was pretty sure Adrien had chosen his clothes strategically to show off that toned and lean body of his.

Marinette yelled into her pillow, banging her feet against her bed. Why couldn’t he have become bald or something? Or gain a few dozen extra pounds? Lose some teeth? Smell like a dump truck? Become a bully? Why did Adrien have to be so perfect? And why did he have to be such a gentleman and attentive and let everything she’d once loved about him shine through as he made her feel like the most beautiful and amazing woman in the room, all while they talked business and business alone? How did he manage that? How dare he still linger around her thoughts even now? And why did sharing a meal with him somehow feel so familiar and nice and warm and comforting and just wonderful despite all of her reservations and initial awkwardness?

It had to be some kind of magic. A spell, perhaps. Or a potion. Some sort of witchcraft or sorcery for sure. Hadn’t she sensed that he was a danger back at Gabriel’s office during their first encounter after so long? She should’ve stayed away. But nooo! She just had to go and naively fall for his tricks. Something Marinette wouldn’t admit to anyone. Not to Alya. Not to Adrien. Certainly not to herself. She typed furiously.

Marinette: It wasn’t a date. It was a business lunch and it was nothing special. We talked about work, specifically my collection and Fashion Week.

Alya: But, girl, you couldn’t stand even his name being mentioned a month ago. Now you’re going on a non-date lunch with him. What happened?

Marinette: He’s my boss, Alya. I can’t refuse his lunch invitation if I want my collection out for Fashion Week.

Alya: Girl, it’s Adrien. You can’t seriously think he’d do something like that. Don’t tell me you went through with this ONLY because you were afraid to lose your job?

Marinette stared at the message in hesitation. Nibbling on her lip, she closed her eyes and flipped on her back with a sigh. She could’ve said there was only fear behind her motivation, but the truth was—there was none at all. Not after Adrien’s apology. Not after she’d learned his side of the story. Not after she’d had a chance to think it over, analyze her life, and see where working at Gabriel had really led her. Not after she’d admitted, if only to herself, that maybe Adrien was right after all.

He had always been nothing but a loyal friend to her before that incident. If not for her nursing a fresh heartbreak at the time and him daring to compromise one of her biggest dreams, Marinette would’ve surely given him the benefit of the doubt. But it was horrible timing. They both were vulnerable. He had made a mistake. She had reacted in the worst way possible.

Time had passed, though. They both had learned their lesson. He apologized and had done so sincerely. And maybe it was some kind of magic, or maybe Marinette just had a weakness for him, but as Adrien was inviting her to that business lunch she couldn’t find it in her to refuse despite her initial hesitation. Perhaps she was curious to learn more about this new, more mature Adrien. He had been slipping into her thoughts more frequently these days. Maybe she wanted to see if that friendship Adrien was so eagerly hinting at rekindling was even possible. Or maybe she just wanted to have lunch with someone other than Felix and his wacky character for once. However genius her assistant was, being around him all day only made Marinette crave, even if secretly, the softer, more genuine, and definitely more stable personality of his cousin. Whatever it was, it wasn’t fear that got Marinette to agree to Adrien’s invitation.

Marinette: Well, not just because of that. We did talk about the past and he apologized for his actions, and since we’re stuck working together for the next while and he’s been helping me out with my collection, I thought maybe I could try to be a little friendlier with him.

She could see the three dots appearing and disappearing as Alya typed for a while only for a short question to appear.

Alya: Then PURELY HYPOTHETICALLY—do you think it’s possible for you two to be friends again? Sometime in the future at least?  

Marinette chuckled. Adrien had mentioned he was going to see Nino for lunch in a few days and that he hoped the second time around it would go better. She wasn’t surprised at all. In a way, Marinette had expected it to happen because cutting all contact with Adrien was just as hard for Nino as it was for her. Having found out the truth now, Marinette was certain that Nino was itching to rekindle his friendship with Adrien. Under any other circumstances, Marinette might have taken that as a betrayal, but not now. Not when she knew the truth as well, and certainly not after she had gone to lunch with Adrien herself and still blushed at the memory of him kissing her hand as he dropped her off at her studio afterwards.

Marinette: Is this about Nino and Adrien trying to salvage their friendship and me being mad at Nino about that?

She hit Send and glanced at the clock. Eight already. Time to get back to the kitchen and finish cooking before Chat Noir showed up. Speaking of the devil… Chat Noir was as much at fault here as everyone else… if not more! Because while there was an unspoken agreement to hold off with a romantic relationship until better times between them, couldn’t he be more insistent or reckless when it came to Ladybug? Couldn’t he take her in his arms and proclaim his eternal love for her? Couldn’t he tell her he didn’t know how to live without her? Shower her with presents and attention? She’d probably be pissed at him for doing so, but at least she wouldn’t be so attention-starved right now to react to Adrien the way she did. Because that was all it was—a natural yearning for someone to notice her, for someone to look at her like she was their world, for someone to gently kiss her hand and open a door for her like a true gentleman that was so rare these days. She just wanted someone to love her the way she was, knowing all her faults and quirks, and not care the slightest about it.

Was that too much to ask of him?

Grunting, Marinette stomped to the kitchen, ignoring her beeping cell phone until all the remaining ingredients for their meal were out and she’d checked the stewing beef. One more beep reminded her of Alya on the line just before she started cutting the vegetables.

Alya: Maybe?

Alya: Yes. OTL

Alya: I’m sorry, M, but neither Nino nor I knew how to tell you and we do realize that Adrien hurt you and maybe we’re being bad friends here, but you know Nino. He wouldn’t sleep if he thinks he didn’t treat someone fairly and in this case, we kind of did just that. He’s dead set on making it right with Adrien. They’re having one more lunch this Saturday and he’s planning to do whatever it takes for it to go better than the last one.

Alya: Marinette? Say something cause I’m freaking out over here.

Alya: Anything?

Alya: You’re pissed at me, aren’t you?

Alya: You know I love you more than anyone else, right? I’d do anything for you.

Alya: Even break up with Nino. Do you want me to? Because, girl, I’ll do that for you and he can marry Adrien for all I care.

Alya: Ugh! Don’t tell him I said that because he might actually dump me for Adrien. The guy grew up really nice.

Alya: I shouldn’t have said that…

Alya: UGH! The man is ugly! He’s hideous! Just look at his Apollo-like looks! So nineteenth century! Old fashioned! Outdated! Nino would NEVER dump me for him, right?

Alya: Nino looks way better btw. Just so you know!

Marinette laughed. Who said she was the overdramatic one in their duo? Alya could easily give her and Chat Noir a run for their money in that department.

Marinette: Sorry, got distracted by cooking.

Marinette: Also, I wouldn’t be so sure about Nino not dumping you for Adrien. They used to be attached at the hip and now he’s feeling all guilty and sad and wants to fix everything. What if Adrien demands marriage?

Alya: Don’t even joke about that. I already invested too much in that man and I’m not giving him up to some CEO of a fashion empire. He can go jump off a cliff. I’ll fight for my man until my last breath.

Marinette: And here I thought you were ready to dump him for me.

Alya: …

Alya: True.

Alya: OTL You’re making it HARD, girl.

Marinette: When did I make it easy for you?

Alya: T_T Why am I still in this relationship?

Marinette: Because you love me more than anyone in this world apart from Nino?

Alya: Can’t blame me for that. Have you seen the man?

Marinette: LOL No blame here. You two are cute.

Alya: :thumbs-up:

Alya: Seriously, though, what do you think about the whole Adrien/Nino thing?

Marinette: I’m fine with it. I don’t think I’ll be plunging in there myself anytime soon but I don’t see why Nino shouldn’t.

Alya: Are you sure?

Marinette: Yes, I’m sure. I’m a grown-ass woman, Alya. I can be civil.

Alya: Okay. If you say so, but if you ever feel uncomfortable, let me know. We’ll figure out something.

Marinette: Will do. Have to go now. My meat is going to burn if I don’t give it my undivided attention.

Alya: See U later, girl.

Quickly firing off her farewell, Marinette got to her cooking, stirring, cutting, seasoning, and tasting. Trying to push thoughts of Adrien out of her mind because, as nice as being noticed felt, she couldn’t get any closer to him. She wasn’t a fool or a teenager anymore. Marinette knew exactly what was going on, fully realized what she was feeling.

She didn’t like it.

She spent years despising even the name of Adrien Agreste, someone who, even if unintentionally, was the cause of the biggest hurt she’d ever experienced. She spent the same amount of time being in love with Chat Noir, her loyal partner and the most important person in her life. How could she allow her old crush on Adrien surface at all, least of all so quickly after he’d reappeared in her life? It wasn’t fair.

Not to her.

Not to Chat Noir.

Especially not to Chat Noir, who had waited years for her. Marinette couldn’t fall in love with her former enemy just when a romantic relationship with Chat Noir had finally become a possibility.

She had to do something.

“Knock, knock,” Chat Noir called from the living room. “Are there any princesses in this tower? A handsome knight has come to entertain them with his awesomeness in exchange for a slice of bread.”

“In the kitchen,” Marinette shouted.

“That smells delicious,” Chat appeared behind her, peeking above her shoulder at the pot. “What are we cooking, Princess?”

Marinette couldn’t hide a smile. Princess. His old nickname for her had resurfaced recently. She missed it more than she had realized. She loved it way more than she would ever admit. “Boeuf Bourguignon.”

Chat inhaled the aroma with the most reverent expression on his face. “You’re spoiling this cat rotten.”

“I’m only paying my rent, Chat. Nice meals for a nice apartment. ‘An equal exchange’. Isn’t that how it goes?”

“I see you finally watched one of my recommendations?”

“I didn’t have time for that yet, but you’ve been quoting it so much, it was impossible for me not to remember.”

“See? I’m a good influence on you.” He grinned. “Need help?”

“Bread, if you don’t mind.”

“When have I ever?” he replied, washing his hands. “I like helping you. You make it seem so easy. I might even pick up a thing or two and not send myself to a hospital next time I try to cook by myself.”

“Maybe I should teach you then.”

“Maybe you should.”

Marinette smiled, putting the finishing touches on their dishes. “Then maybe I will.”

“I’d be forever grateful,” he practically purred, finishing slicing the bread. “How was your day? Anything fun or interesting I should be aware of?”

Marinette stilled, but composed herself a moment later. Avoid mentioning Adrien at all costs. Talk about anything but him. “Felix had a short day. He ditched me before lunch and never came back.”

“Rude. He should be punished.”

“I can’t punish him. He’s doing more work than I do, and he’s my boss’ relative, and he’s the reason you're about to eat a dish that took me almost three hours to prepare, so don’t complain. You should be thanking him instead.”

Chat let out a puff, bringing a bowl filled with bread to the dining table. “What for? Being a weirdo? He’s there to help you with your work, not make you uncomfortable. So despite all of your objections, I still maintain that if he won’t scale back on his antics, you should kick his butt to the curb.”

“Actually, he’s been getting very good at respecting my boundaries lately,” Marinette confessed as she set their meals down. “And even when he doesn’t… How to explain? The way he does all of his weird things… he’s so sincere and polite about it that it’s kind of endearing in a way.”

Chat’s eyebrows knitted into a frown. “So, you like it now?”

“More like I don’t mind it so much now.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Alright. Then, I guess it’s fine?”

Marinette smiled. “Yes. It’s fine. Weird, but fine. Now, let’s eat. Boeuf Bourguignon is most delicious when it’s still steaming.”

Chat grinned, plopped on a chair and focused his gaze on the bowl in front of him. His eyes sparkled and he grabbed his fork excitedly. “Yes, ma’am! Itadakimasu!”

Marinette chuckled, sitting down as well. “Itadakimasu,” she echoed, starting on her meal. “How was your day?”

“I had lunch with an amazing person,” Chat said, his mouth full. “An old friend of mine, but we’d lost contact for a few years, so I thought lunch would be a good place to catch up. Was very nice to see she’s just as awesome as I remember her.”

She?

Marinette’s chest tightened. Her Chaton was having lunch with a girl whom he considered to be awesome and amazing while avoiding Ladybug at the same time? Yes, avoiding. There was no other explanation for what was going on in their superhero life at that moment.

Ever since Ladybug had returned to her duties, she hadn’t seen much of Chat Noir. The few times she managed to spot him, he acted skittish and distant and eager to escape as fast as he could. To her inquiry on his absences, he answered that he was making his patrols but headed home right after because of the late hours and early mornings he had. Ladybug believed him. She had no reason not to trust Chat. She thought that he was probably still mourning for his relative, and showing it only to Ladybug because only Ladybug knew about that aspect of his life.

Now, however, Marinette wasn’t so sure anymore. Her heart clenched, breathing quickening, as thoughts of Chat’s date attacked her very core. Was he avoiding his partner because he didn’t love her anymore? Or was he avoiding her because he felt guilty for being attracted to someone else, just as she found herself moping over being attracted to Adrien?

She composed herself and asked. “Is that so? Someone with potential?”

“Potential? Potential for what?” Chat blinked at her, stuffing a piece of bread in his mouth.

“Potential for a romantic relationship,” Marinette explained. “Someone you would be interested in dating?”

“Dating?” Chat frowned, letting a moment slowly drift by before he shook his head. “No. She’s just a friend. You know I love Ladybug, Marinette. Why would you ask such a question?”

She let a breath out, closing her eyes for a moment. Unnecessary panic. She hadn’t lost him yet. Though, she might need to do something about it sooner rather than later because Chat Noir had been waiting for her for an absurdly long time already. And now he suddenly started to talk about an amazing, awesome person in his life. Who could guarantee that he’d be willing to wait for her much longer instead of falling in love with whoever-she-was instead?

Marinette looked back at him, childishly enjoying his meal while telling her all about his day and this amazing friend of his. She loved him. She really did. And she was holding off on him only because her life was a mess. It wasn’t anymore, though. It had gotten so much better in these last few months. Why should she continue to hold back and risk losing him?

She shouldn’t.

Her eyes widened.

That would solve all of her problems. If she were to date Chat Noir, Marinette would receive all the attention she craved from him and wouldn’t be attracted to other men. She’d give Chat all of her love and there would be none left for someone else. Adrien wouldn’t be able to make her heart stutter just by smiling at her or make her blush with an innocent wink. Chat deserved that. Plus, after years of loyally loving her, Chat Noir had more rights than anyone else to have her love and devotion.

Marinette let a smile tug at the corner of her lips. It really was the perfect solution. She’d only have to be careful going about it, considering the way Chat was acting around Ladybug lately. Something was wrong. She could feel it. She knew her Chaton and for him to avoid Ladybug, something had to be horribly wrong.

Marinette took a sip of water, observing her partner. A moment later, it all came together, just like one of her lucky charms she hadn’t used in a while.

“Say Chat,” she started carefully as soon as he’d stopped talking. “We’re friends, right?”

He grinned. “Of course, we are.”

“And as my friend, you’d tell me if there was something bothering you or you were in trouble, wouldn’t you?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Yes. Why?”

Marinette sighed. “You know how my best friend runs the Ladyblog?”

“Alya Césaire?”

“Yes. Alya. She shared a concern with me a few days ago, and I wanted to ask you about it, but it could possibly be a very private issue.”

He shrugged. “Ask away. I’m fine with you asking me anything except my identity.”

“Why have you been avoiding Ladybug?”

Chat stared at her in shock, his cat ears slowly falling down against his hair. “I… Why would you think I’m avoiding Ladybug?”

“That’s just what Alya concluded based on your reported activity and sightings. When Ladybug was absent for a little over a week, you patrolled every night. But when she returned, you’ve been scarcely seen… and last week, you didn’t patrol at all.”

He looked away, whispering. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Marinette stood up and, walking over to him, crouched by his side and laid her hand on top of his. “Chat, whatever it is, don’t you think it’ll be easier if you share it with someone? Anything is easier to carry with a friend. I should know that by now.”

His eyes filled with worry and sadness. He watched her for a full minute before whispering, “Not if that ‘something’ might cause me to lose her.”

She squeezed his hand in a reassuring gesture. “You’ll never lose her, Chat. You’ve been partners for so long. Probably went through a lot together. You’re two halves of a whole. You’ll never lose her. She loves you. She’ll understand whatever it is.”

He shook his head. “I can’t.”

“You’ll lose her faster if you keep avoiding her,” Marinette added. “Don’t you think she’s noticed? Can you even imagine what’s going through her head as she’s trying to figure out why her partner suddenly doesn’t want to see her anymore?”

His eyes wide, he stared at Marinette. “I… I didn’t think about it that way.”

“You don’t have to tell her details, but you have to talk to her and figure this out, or you risk losing her trust and that is the most difficult thing to fix… if it’s possible at all.”

He bowed his head, gripping his hair with his hands. “You don’t understand, Marinette. It’s something big. Really big! I… I wouldn’t even know how to start. I mean how do you tell your partner that the enemy you fought together for ten years was your father!”

Her eyes bulging, Marinette froze, goosebumps running down her skin.

Chat abruptly stopped speaking, staring at her in horror. “No! I—didn’t mean… That’s not what I meant. Hawkmoth—he isn’t—” Chat dropped his head back into his hands and groaned. “Please, don’t hate me. I didn’t know until a few weeks ago.”

Her heart racing, Marinette watched him in shock. His father? Hawkmoth was Chat Noir’s father?

“Your father?” she echoed as if in a trance.

“Was,” Chat whispered into his hands. “He passed away recently.”

Marinette flinched but shook the thought away. “Passed? You didn’t…”

Chat shook his head. “Stroke. I found out about him being Hawkmoth only after he’d been dead for a while.”

Marinette swallowed, unable to stop staring at him. How awful that must have been to discover. She couldn’t even imagine how she’d feel, what she’d do if her father ended up being Hawkmoth. If any of her relatives or friends were to be revealed as the villain who’d terrorized the city for years. No wonder Chat had been acting so strange around Ladybug. He must have felt terrible. Really, how could he tell Ladybug something like that?

Lost for words, Marinette did the only thing she could think of—she pulled him closer and wrapped her partner in a tight embrace, whispering in the crook of his neck, “I’m so sorry.”

His breathing hitched, Chat tensed at the contact, but when she tugged him even closer, he gave in and wrapped his arms around Marinette, clinging to her as if she were his lifeline.

“I should’ve known.” His voice trembled. “He was a horrible human being.”

“Still, that must have been awful to discover.”

Chat barely breathed. “Devastating.”

They stayed in each other's arms for a few minutes, silently taking comfort in one another. His breathing, ragged and erratic at first, normalized as Chat slowly relaxed. When his grip on her eased, Marinette hesitantly pulled away to take his face in her hands. He still held her in his arms, searching her face for something, looking for the answer to a question. An answer he dreaded receiving.

“You’re not your father,” Marinette said, looking at him. “Neither he nor his actions, define who you are.”

Chat let out a sigh of relief, his eyes closing with it. “Thank you.”

“And you need to tell Ladybug. She knows you. She will understand and help you get through this.”

His eyes still closed, Chat shook his head. “Not yet. I’m not ready yet.”

“I don’t think you’ll ever be ready, Chat. I don’t think anyone can ever be ready to disclose something like that, but tell me, do you trust her? Do you trust Ladybug?”

“With my life,” he whispered.

“Then tell her. Tell her everything. Tell her about your father. Tell her you love her. Everything. If you truly trust her, you know she’ll understand and won’t judge you. She’d want you to tell her so she can help you get through this. Am I wrong?”

His gaze falling to the ground, Chat thought for a few moments before looking back at Marinette. “You’re probably right. I should tell her.”

“You should.”

“And I will.”

“Tonight.”

“Tonig—What? Tonight?”

“Yes, tonight,” Marinette nodded. “Don’t delay any longer. The longer you put this off, the harder it’ll be to do. So, just go out there and tell her.”

He blinked a few times, staring at her, then let a smile sneak onto his lips. “Okay. I will. Tonight. I’ll tell her everything.”

Marinette gave him a smile and pulled him back into a hug. Her poor Chaton. He’d been through a lot. His problems were so much bigger than hers, and she’d been too wrapped up in her own mess to notice that he’d been slowly falling apart. No more. She wouldn’t allow that. Marinette would put her partner first for once and she would give him all the love he deserved.

Tonight.

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SFW Alphabet | Light Yagami

Haven’t seen anyone doing this alphabet thing so here we go. Warning: there’s a lot. Check tosikowrites tag for more.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

 Light is not the best when it comes to affection. It usually served him as a method of manipulation so in the beginning it might take some time for him to separate affection as a tool from affection as a sincere feeling.

 When he finally does his affection will depend on the point of timeline:

 If it is before the L’s death, he would be extremely cautious with everything and everyone. Nobody would know about relationship and all of affection would be in virtual form. Morning texts, good nights, deep conversations or just a daily check-ups – Light would try hard to show that he cares through words since he can’t do it in any other way. He would occasionally send flowers with a box of chocolate or other traditional gifts when circumstances allow him to do so. After the memory loss, Light probably would find one calm evening for a candlelight dinner in inconspicuous but cozy restaurant.

If it is somewhere between the L’s death and rise of his successors, he would shower his dearest with affection, both verbal and physical. He would stay classy but choose more expensive gifts like wristwatch, or bracelet, or book, or box of ideal fruits. He never asks what someone wants, but will pick every single hint to make a guess. Light prefers kisses to hugs, particularly hand kisses and kisses in the corner of the mouth. He would be the ideal traditional dating type, sweet-talker, but only where all his plans for day are accomplished and Misa is not around.

 If it is after the rise of successors, Light would become distant. He would get back to texts. They would be rare, short, but full of reassurance everything will okay soon. Light would send single “I love you” before going to before going to Yellow Box Warehouse.

 B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

 That smartass friend that knows they have to stop you from doing stupid thing but still watches you doing it. Then they help you to deal with consequences and tell you how dumb you were but they wanted you to learn on your own mistakes. Yes, that’s Light.

It’s difficult to become friends with him unless he is truly interested in your personality, skills, or social position. Friendship with Light has to be built on mutual benefit of some sort.

If he helps you, you must help him as well. No excuses. Even though he is demanding, he is ready to do a lot for his best friend too.

 Also, he is the type that still talks to you like nothing changed after a long pause in communication. Once you get to some level of trust there’s no turning back. Oh, and he will make sure to keep his best friend as far from all Kira-related stuff as possible.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

 Light doesn’t initiate cuddles ever. The chance of him initiating cuddles is around 5% on the day when all stars lineup and both of your horoscopes say something grandiose is about to happen.

Nevertheless, if someone else decides to cuddle him in private, he will not reject them. Prefers spooning and being big spoon for sure.

  Definitely needs cuddles after stressful day but, again, will never admit it. The best cuddle session has to include rainy day, cold room, and freshly washed sheets.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He doesn’t think about settling down. Light may be mediocre at cooking but, boy, he won’t leave a single speck of dust in the house. Not on his watch. Laundry? Nobody does it better. Not a clean freak, Light just likes to keep things in order where he can find everything in seconds. Probably has specific schedule for cleaning too. He hates doing dishes and still does it anyway. Can you imagine what power of will he possesses?

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It doesn’t really depend on circumstances. Light will do it tête-à-tête somewhere where person feels comfortable and safe. He is cold and blunt with explanation, very convincing too. Light’s words turn everything upside-down so in the end you think it’s only logical to break up with him. How does he feel? Nobody knows. He probably suppresses all feelings, emotions, and dives into killing criminals with even more passion.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Well, if we talk about serious commitment, not a temporary contract for the sake of New World, it would take from 5 to 8 years for someone like Light to propose. He wants to be sure it is the right person by his side. At some point, he also will confess about him being Kira and make sure his loved one is okay with that. If they’re not he would try to manipulate them into accepting his mission. If it doesn’t work he will eliminate them. They don’t have to support his actions but they have no right to get in his way. After hearing “yes” and putting proposal ring on their finger, Light will go and finish all his previous affairs i.e. with Misa.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

 Oh, he can be gentle if he really wants to. It is a luxury few can afford. Pecks on the cheek, holding hands, back rubs – he is more about physical side of affection and gentleness. He will be extra caring and loving if his loved one did something special for him (like present for a Birthday) or made him proud. Anniversaries are another reason for Light to shower them with love.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

 He is not really into hugs due to the constant need to keep everyone at arm's length. If he sees that a person can go without hugs, he will prefer to avoid them. If they are needy, he may give up and wrap hands around their waist for a brief moment. His hugs are tight at first but he will loosen them as soon as he feels person is satisfied.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Not a single time until the Yellow Box Warehouse meeting. At least in the way it is meant to be. Until then he sticks to “I really like you” or cheesy “you make my heart skip a beat”. He expects person to understand his feelings from everything he does for them and sticks to “actions speak louder than words” philosophy. If he had another chance he would go back in time, pull them closer, and whisper every single thing he fell in love with them for in their ear.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Why would he get jealous? You have to try really hard to make this man jealous, he is too arrogant to even think that you can choose someone over him. Moreover, even if you do, he can always pull a piece of paper from the inner pocket and erase another poor soul from the face of the earth.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

 That’s an interesting topic. Kisses are perfect choice for Light: they are faster, more diverse, and way more symbolic. As said, he is fast kisser. Sometimes his kisses may feel empty or light as a flap of the butterfly's wings, however, the angrier/stressed he gets the more demanding they will become. He prefers hand kisses, kisses in the corner of the mouth or cheek pecks during the daytime, and lips/neck kisses during the nighttime. If we talk, where he likes to be kissed, the answer is everywhere, especially when the whole process is accompanied by merciless teasing and/or flattering.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

To everyone’s surprise, Light is great at babysitting and will keep kids entertained for hours. It doesn’t mean he will have tea parties with them or run around playing tag, but more likely give them a specific task and an exciting reward for finishing it. The best option for him would be working on the laptop while kids are doing something by themselves in his field of vision. He never screams at child not matter how annoying they may be, he never recourses to physical punishment either. That one person who reads every reachable book about parenting and strives to be The Best Dad in the eyes of his children.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

  Morning is the most productive time of the day in the Yagami’s house.

By the time you’re awake, Light has already got ready for a day, watched morning news, and wrote down some names too. Kitchen smells like freshly brewed coffee. If he has to leave early in the morning he would put a sticker note on the refrigerator with grocery list or anything important you need to know. If there’s no reason to hurry, he would greet you with a morning kiss to the temple and cup of coffee with savory tamagoyaki.

 On the weekends, morning routine is a little different. Light gives himself half of hour to stay in bed to enjoy mild drowsiness and warmness of person next to him. Expect some neck kisses and burnt coffee.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

 They are very… normal. Most of the times he will ask you if you want to stay inside or go out to eat. When he is too tired or just not in the mood he will suggest watching movie together until you both start feeling little drowsy. Sometimes he will start asking you random questions that lead to deep conversations and additional material for him to analyze.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Light and opening up do not go in one sentence. He gives you information he wants you to believe, in the form that suits him at the moment. Is it truth? Is it lie? You never know but it always feels like he is frank with you and it is all that matters. There is a pinch of sincerity in his words but you still have to take everything with a grain of salt.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

 So, have you ever seen picture with a breach in the dam? This breach is critical and dam will fall under the water pressure in minutes, right? This is Light’s anger control. It is difficult to piss him off, but it does not mean that he forgets your wrongdoing. His anger fills a cup of patience drop by drop and once it’s filled to the brim, catastrophe is irreversible. Until then he is great at self-control and keeping a cool head.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

 Light remembers the most important pieces of information you give out about yourself. His brain keeps filtering your words, connecting them to your facial expressions, slight changes in tone, previous conversations so day by day he learns new ways to excite you. In his head there’s a huge detective board with your name in top of it. Red threads spreads from photo to date to quotes to another photo and whenever he sees blank space he is a little confused. Did he forget anything?

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The next evening after he finishes all the business with L, his assistants (Aiber and Wedy), and Yotsuba group. An intoxicating feeling of freedom and all-encompassing power got to his head so fast he had to share overwhelming euphoria with someone. He would take you out to secluded romantic place like Meguro River where he will be unusually talkative and cheerful. He will constantly cling to your hand, squeezing it playfully, and stroking your knuckles with his thumb. At some point, he will just stop and plant a sweet slow kiss on your lips. Future that finally starts to look like he always wanted it to be will never feel complete without you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

People who decide to threaten his loved one are those who need to be protected. Light starts acting like a personal guardian angel only in situation when he clearly sees approaching danger though. Even with the precautions taken, he always remembers the possibility of an unforeseen situation, and if it comes, he doesn’t mind putting few more names in his Note. Also, no, no one can protect Light better than Light himself and bunch of his fanatic minions, so we’ll leave it up to them.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

His everyday effort goes from 0 to 100 and back in a second like metronome needle. Today Light gives you everything and tomorrow he will send you few messages just to check how you are doing, but, generally, you both try to keep it 50/50.

 Goes 100% and beyond spoiling you rotten in the most elegant ways on special occasions like Birthday, Christmas, anniversaries. Always tries to find new ways to surprise you. He doesn’t have this huge detective board in his mind for nothing, you know.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

 Even if you do not know that he is the notorious Kira (which makes him so full of himself obviously), sooner or later Light’s bloated ego will become noticeable. He won’t rub his genius into your face. It’s the small things in your chats that constantly point to his superiority, and, honestly, it can be really annoying.

 Besides his screaming megalomania, Light is prone to periodical ghosting. Not because he lost interest but because intricate schemes occupied all of his time once again. After few days of radio silence, a message with the deepest apologies would pop out of nowhere, slightly embellished with details to make it more believable. He always tries to warn you about going mute but sometimes he simply forgets.

 I don’t know, if it can be considered bad habit, but he is, like, Kira. Just saying.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

 Light wants to look presentable so it’s not uncommon for him to stare in the mirror in search of imperfections. He is not obsessed with being Mr. Handsome but he tries to be always clean-shaven, with his nails short and his clothes well ironed.  

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

 So let’s be clear:

If it is not related to Kira’s case, he would be shocked. Light is not used to rejection so it would confuse the hell out of him. After keeping poker face for a whole day, he would eventually have a huge temper tantrum at home, making Ryuk say “aight, I’m out” while he flies out of window for an hour-long trip around the block. For a few weeks he will feel like someone tore a part of him, mad and disappointed, but this feeling would fade away after 2-3 months.

If he has to end relationship because of Kira’s case, for example, they still didn’t agree on his views after exquisite persuasion, Light will have to eliminate them. In this case he can’t get rid of unpleasant thoughts swarming in his head for almost a half of year, he tries to convince himself it was right decision but some doubts keep emerge now and then.

If they were killed because of their association with Kira, someone will have to pay. He may drag responsible person into his scheme and play them until the perfect execution time comes. Probably will feel mix of sorrow, dull rage, and incompleteness for indefinite time.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

  Light prefers long distant relationships to regular ones. They do not require a full commitment from him and do not occupy his free time: he can send a compliment + heart emoji while serving justice at the same time.

 For a long time I have a headcanon that Light is asexual. He just… doesn’t feel like it. He doesn’t care about sex, and the scene where he reads adult magazine is awkward not only for his father, but for him too.

He wishes his loved one could see Ryuk, but since he has to explain it somehow, he will never allow them to touch Death Note or a page from it. Ryuk needs new people in his life, goddamit.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Stupidity. Inability to understand obvious things drives him up to the walls. Not in Matsuda or Misa style, but hopeless stupidity in which person fails to use their logic and imagination in everyday life.

  I can see Light rolling his eyes at double texts. Any form of clinginess kind of irritates him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

 Сonstant stress, world's best detective on his tail, responsibility for someone's life migrated to his dreams in the form of nightmares. He often wakes up in a cold sweat and stays up for quite some time, discussing different topics with Ryuk in complete darkness.

  In addition to this Light has problems with falling asleep. He usually goes to bed after his partner, so he can prepare the room (turn off everything, leave the window wide-open) and himself (take some pills) to sleep. It takes him up to hour to stop thinking and finally drift off.

[thousandsunnywrites]

Hi there! First off, I wanted to say that you have an absolutely wonderful blog! I was wondering if you could maybe do some headcannons for Kid and Killer liking the same girl? Keep up the good work you beautiful human being!!!❤️

Hello! Thank you so much 😩💘 I really liked this idea so I incorporated it into a college au! that I just posted haha. hope you don’t mind, but the course of this ends with Killer/reader :-)

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Kid & Killer

Part 1 here

Kid was the cool boisterous kid in the engineering program, while Killer was the silent, homebody studying in the psychology department. When the two worlds collided, they became good friends--hell, best friends maybe. 

When Kid found out that a small fry like y/n wrote an article about him, he was flattered; but when he found out you analyzed the shit out of his love life--without his permission b t w and don’t let me get started on the barbaric descriptions-- he decides to pay the little journalist.

Killer shot you a text message, asking to meet at a bubbly tea cafe to work on some assignments from Ms. Robin, to which you said sure, sounds like a great idea.

Kid spotted you first. 

He backed you against the English building, figure completely looming over your seemingly small frame. “I-I a m s o s o r r y,” exasperated, knowing he was fuming over the bad article Robin decided to publish under anonymous, which didn’t work bc everyone knew about Kid’s bad litany of lovers. Your knees bucked underneath you, his face near yours to the point where he was breathing down your neck. This is how I’m gonna die h u h.

“Take it down. Who the fuck gave you permission to slander my name huh? Think you fucking know me because you know some of the girls I fuck? Huh? Which bitch told you?”

His string of questions and insults continued, your mind jumbled with ways of escaping the metal head. Maybe if I slip from under his arm. No, crap he can grab my neck. Maybe if I fake a phone call? No, he’s a druggie, not a dumbass. Maybe just lie. Yeah, that should do it.

“You even listening to me dipshit?”

Snapping out of your trance, you stood tall. No, I shouldn’t be scared of this fuckboy. If anything, he should be scared of me. Why should I ask Ms. Robin to take down my work? I worked hard on that and hell I’m proud of myself.

“Listen up here, goth wannabe.” The change of aura threw him off for a few seconds. As you stepped closer and closer to him, you jabbed your pointer on his chest with every phrase. “It’s not my fault you’re a fuckboy, alright? I did my analysis based on the prompts my professor wanted and I refuse to take crap from a privileged arrogant ass like you.”

You dusted off your jeans and brushed the hair back from your face, “Besides, my report doesn’t even mention your name, how sure are you that it’s really about you? If you felt attacked by my analysis, then that’s a personal problem. Now if you excuse me, I’m late to a meeting.” You shoved passed by him, leaving him gritting his teeth with his head hung low, knowing he lost. But, just because you lose doesn’t mean you should give up.

Something about you-- the sassiness, the boldness perhaps— draws him towards you. From that day forward, the tables have turned. From you stalking him to him stalking you, he turned to the mutual that helped create it all—Killer.

Killer did n o t want to be in the middle of this, should he help his best pal get closer to the girl he wants or should he be in love with the girl of his dreams and leave his best friend heartbroken? This is the first time Killer sees Kid genuinely interested in a girl, and not for a quick fuck.

Yardy know what Killer is gonna do— he meddles with his best friend’s love life. Kid, ignorant to Killer’s feelings, merrily goes along with the advice dished out. It’s not like you’d like him, right? Kid was a better choice between the two of them, and you should always be with the best.

You noticed the sudden change with Killer’s attitude— his sudden interest with Kid and his distance really made you wonder if your crush was gay. Well, that’s not good!

Kid frequently drops by your dorm to drop you his home cooked food, that’s really good btw, and self-care packages. Killer comes by and leaves by a flower with anonymous love letters attached to them. Genuinely believing Kid and Killer were a thing, you thought the gestures were very sweet. Still not the man you wanted, but sweet.

Kid and Killer frequently text you, Kid still unaware that Killer contacts you consistently as well. He’d gush and brag about the interactions you shared together to Killer, who just nods along quietly.

Kid takes you out on dates too. Pays for the movie, the snacks, even the dress! What a fucking simp.

Kid decides to confess to you, not before consulting Killer first.

“Imma tell her today after class. ‘M gonna bring her a whole bouquet too.” Kid nonchalantly packs up his shit, preparing his stunt.

“What?? Today today?”

“Yuh,” responded Kid, swinging his bag over his shoulder and cooly waving his hand as he exits the room. No, if Kid was doing it today, Killer decided, me too. I wanna see what happens if I try.

Killer was done pushing his feelings to the side. Why should he have to subdue his feelings for someone else, even if they’re his best pal? What if you like him back?

“Y/n! I have something to tell you!” Killer screamed across the empty halls, knowing the exact spot the metal head was taking you. Just in time, he saw Kid confess.

“We’d be such a power couple if you were my girl.”

A sweet, gentle giggle left your throat, a hand covering your bashful face. “You’re cool dude,” your hand outstretched to pat his shoulder, “but I don’t see you like that... more like a friend, you know? I hope we can still be friends. And if you want, we can act like this never happened.” You spouted options to alleviate the embarrassment and disappointment written on his face.

“Bitch just kidding,” flabbergasted, but trying hard to keep his composure, he punched your shoulder. “I was just saying, not like I’d go for a small fry like you.”

“Bitchass.”

Killer felt relief in his chest— wow, his friend got rejected and he felt relieved? Best Friend of the Century.

Later that night, he snuck into your dorm by the window like Spider-Man, effectively scaring the shit out of you. After calming down, he worms his way to your bed with a tiny smile across his features.

He studied your face in the moonlight— softly parted lush lips with glossy eyes that matched the slightly disheveled hair atop your head. It was perfect. Killer wringed his hands together painfully, working his courage.

Mumbling, he slipped a very rushed confession from the tip of his tongue, inaudible to the ear.

“Huh?”

“I mean... you don’t have to accept my feelings. I wanna let it off my chest but I really like you y/n.” He sucked a breath while shutting his eyes, anticipating rejection.

Holding his chin and delicately bringing his eyes to meet yours, you leaned in and planted his lips against yours, and fell backwards due to his sudden jolts.

He pulled away, frantically trying to process if that was real or just one of his hyper realistic wet dreams again.

“Y-you like me back?”

“Duh, why else would I kiss you?”

“O-oh.”

“Be mine then?”

“I already am.”