#later on. I just have a bunch of visuals of them having fun and dancing (which is teamwork)

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Labru (shrug) I just might like it

[kyunghwannie]

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Myoui Mina x Male Reader

➤ Word count: 22012 (The member was won in a poll i made before, sorry for the later update)

➤ Tags: Slightly Public Sex, Rough Face Fucking, Pussy eating, Collarbone and Navel worship, Creampie (Pussy), Anal Creampie, Doggy and Prone bone position (lots of), Outercourse (No Clothes version), Cum drinking, Excessive Squirting, Dirty Talk, Double Penetration, Switch!Mina

➤ Description: Myoui Sharon Mina. Familiar name eh? Why not? ONCEs love the elegant penguin of TWICE. Is it for her beauty/visuals, her reserved yet adoring nature? Her sensuality on stage for her dances? To each their own. But for Mina, In many things, Gaming was one of her favourite hobbies. In one video released by JYPE, she had a video of playing her favourite game "Minecraft". Despite having her own customised gaming PC for herself, there are times when she goes to new PC bang with one of TWICE's manager as security. Today was no different. Untill, she sees that the floor was empty and she turned to her side to see you finding out she had a rather intriguing attractive side mate. What happens when two gamers meet? Is it only games they will play or something else..?

The world knew Myoui Mina as TWICE’s elegant, enigmatic penguin—her delicate beauty, poised demeanor, and mesmerizing performances were enough to captivate millions. Some adored her for her stunning visuals, others for the quiet warmth she carried beneath her reserved nature. But beyond the stage, away from flashing cameras and roaring crowds, Mina had passions that felt far more personal. One of them was gaming.

In one of JYPE’s behind-the-scenes videos, fans had seen her immersed in Minecraft, effortlessly navigating the blocky landscapes with the same grace she carried on stage. What they didn’t see, however, was her excitement for a fresh, untouched server or the satisfaction of crafting a perfect world with nothing but time and creativity. It was in those moments—clicking away at her custom gaming PC—that Myoui Mina wasn’t an idol. She was just another gamer.

Still, even with a high-end setup at home, there was something irresistibly nostalgic about a PC bang—the dim neon lights, the faint scent of coffee and energy drinks, the quiet hum of countless machines running at once. It was a different kind of thrill, one she indulged in when she could. Of course, being Myoui Mina of TWICE meant she couldn’t simply walk in unnoticed. So, when a new PC bang opened up, she decided to check it out—this time, with an extra sense of security.

The low rumble of the van’s engine filled the space, the steady rhythm almost lulling her into a light daze. Mina leaned against the window, her fingers lazily tracing the cool glass as droplets of rain began to form outside. She exhaled softly. "The weather is gloomy, huh? Arasso..." Across from her, the manager chuckled while keeping his eyes on the road. "You always say that, Mina. You don’t like rainy days?"

Mina tilted her head, watching the darkening sky. "Ani, I don’t hate them… just makes everything feel slow." The manager nodded, maneuvering the van through the quiet streets. "Well, good thing we’re going somewhere fun then. This PC bang’s new, and it’s got a private section. No worries about fans suddenly recognizing you."

Mina pulled at the sleeves of her cropped jacket, letting the soft fabric bunch slightly at her wrists. Dressed in a black tank top, a greyish-silver cropped jacket, and matching sweatpants, she felt comfortably casual—an outfit that matched the laid-back anticipation bubbling beneath her usual calm.

"Mm. That’s good," she murmured, her jet-black hair falling effortlessly over her shoulders as she turned her gaze back to the window. The city lights flickered through the glass, and somewhere between the neon glow and the soft patter of rain, a small smile tugged at her lips.

A new place. A new game. She had no idea that tonight, she wasn’t the only one logging in.

The rain had settled into a light drizzle by the time the van slowed to a stop. The street outside was quiet, save for the occasional car passing by, headlights reflecting off the damp pavement. Mina glanced up at the building before her—a sleek, modern design with soft neon accents lining the entrance, giving it an almost futuristic feel.

"We're here," the manager announced, shifting the van into park before turning to face her. "They’ve already prepared everything for you upstairs. No one else will be on that floor, so you can relax."

Mina nodded, pushing open the door with practiced ease. The cool night air greeted her skin, a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the van. She adjusted the fit of her greyish-silver cropped jacket, making sure it sat comfortably over her black tank top, then ran a hand through her jet-black hair, smoothing it down as she stepped onto the sidewalk.

The PC bang’s entrance glowed invitingly, a stark contrast to the gloomy weather. Through the glass doors, she could already see the lower floor—rows of high-end gaming setups illuminated by RGB lights, a few scattered gamers lost in their own worlds, fingers flying across keyboards, their faces bathed in the soft glow of their screens. The air inside carried a familiar mix of freshly brewed coffee, faint traces of snacks, and the subtle hum of machinery—a comforting blend, one she associated with hours of uninterrupted gaming.

The manager led the way, pushing open the door as a polite receptionist behind the counter gave a respectful nod. "Welcome, Miss Myoui. Your floor has been fully reserved as per request. Please, follow me."

Mina offered a small, appreciative smile before following the staff member toward the back of the room. As she walked, her sharp eyes took in the details—the modern leather seating along the walls, the discreet soundproofing panels, the warm yet vibrant lighting that made the space feel lively without being overwhelming.

A short hallway led to a private elevator, its sleek black doors sliding open with a gentle chime. Mina stepped inside, her reflection briefly staring back at her in the polished metal walls before the doors closed, and the ascent to the VIP floor began.

When the doors slid open again, Mina immediately understood why this place was different. Unlike the energetic, communal feel of the lower floor, the VIP section exuded tranquility. The lighting was softer here, casting a warm, golden glow that contrasted beautifully with the cool neon accents embedded into the walls. The air was perfectly temperature-controlled, and the faint hum of the high-performance gaming PCs blended seamlessly into the peaceful ambiance.

She stepped out, her sneakers making no sound against the plush carpeting. The space was designed for comfort and luxury without losing the essence of a true gaming haven. Large, ergonomic chairs lined the high-end setups, each desk spaced just far enough apart to ensure privacy. There were even cozy lounge areas, complete with bean bags and small coffee tables, ideal for short breaks between matches.

Mina ran her fingers lightly along the edge of a nearby desk, noting the quality of the materials. "They really went all out, huh?" she mused, her voice barely above a whisper.

The manager chuckled beside her. "TWICE’s name holds weight. When I told them who was coming, they made sure everything was top-tier." Mina sighed, dropping into one of the sleek gaming chairs, letting the memory foam cushion mold to her shape. "Feels nice."

The staff member who had escorted them earlier stepped forward. "If you need anything—food, drinks, or assistance with the equipment—please don’t hesitate to press the service button. We’ll be on standby downstairs."

Mina simply nodded, already glancing toward the monitor in front of her. The moment she settled into place, a familiar excitement bubbled beneath her usual composed exterior. She reached for the sleek mechanical keyboard, pressing a key to bring the screen to life. The monitor flickered, loading the homepage of a well-known gaming platform.

The world around her seemed to fade into the background. Here, she wasn’t Mina of TWICE—she wasn’t the poised performer with millions of eyes watching her every move. Here, she was just a gamer, ready to lose herself in a world of pixels and possibilities. What she didn’t know was that tonight, she wasn’t alone.

The rain had let up slightly by the time I arrived at the PC bang, the neon glow of the entrance reflecting off the damp pavement. I stepped inside, brushing a few stray droplets from my hoodie as the warm air of the establishment wrapped around me. The familiar scent of coffee, electronics, and a hint of instant ramen filled my senses—it was the kind of place where time disappeared, where hours melted away in the glow of monitors and the rapid clicks of mechanical keyboards.

I had been looking forward to this. A new PC bang, freshly opened, promising top-tier setups, a cozy atmosphere, and a VIP section that guaranteed privacy—exactly what I needed. I wasn’t a professional gamer or anything, but I enjoyed my fair share of gaming marathons. Having a dedicated, quiet space to lose myself in a session without distractions? Perfect.

Approaching the counter, I gave a polite nod to the young woman at reception. She was typing something on her screen, her eyes flitting back and forth between multiple windows. I could see a faint crease forming between her brows, an almost imperceptible tension in her shoulders.

"Hey," I greeted, leaning slightly against the counter. "I have a VIP reservation. Booked it a while back."

Her fingers stopped mid-type. She blinked once. Twice. Then, a look of realization—followed immediately by sheer panic—washed over her face. "Oh no…" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

I raised an eyebrow. "That’s not a great reaction."

She straightened quickly, forcing a tight-lipped smile that did absolutely nothing to hide her obvious distress. "Uhm, sir, could you give me just a moment?" She clicked rapidly through her system, her fingers moving almost frantically. "I… I see your booking, but there’s, uh, a situation."

I folded my arms, tilting my head. "A situation?"

She swallowed, clearly debating something internally before sighing in defeat. "I won’t lie to you. We accidentally double-booked the VIP floor today… and the other guest has already arrived."

I exhaled sharply through my nose, not in anger, but in mild exasperation. "Let me guess, they’re someone important?" She hesitated. "I… can’t disclose their name."

That was enough of an answer in itself. If she had no issue telling me about their existence but couldn’t say who they were, that meant they were high-profile. A celebrity? A streamer? Someone with influence?

I wasn’t one to make a scene over a mistake, but I also wasn’t about to just walk away. I had booked this spot well in advance for a reason. Besides, if I left now, I’d just end up back home, staring at the same old setup in my room.

"Alright," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "How about this—you take me to them, and I’ll talk to them myself?" The receptionist’s eyes widened slightly. "You… want to talk to them?"

I shrugged. "Yeah. If they’re cool with sharing, maybe we can just game together. I don’t bite." She chewed her lip, considering, before nodding. "Okay… But just so you know, they might say no."

"Then at least I tried." With that, she gestured for me to follow, leading me past the general gaming floor and toward the private elevator at the back.

As the elevator doors slid open, I immediately noticed the shift in atmosphere. The VIP floor was completely different from the main area below. The lighting was warmer, more intimate, without sacrificing the sleek, high-tech feel of a gamer’s paradise. Each station had top-of-the-line PCs, ergonomic chairs, even small lounge spaces with bean bags and plush seating for breaks between sessions. The air was quieter, almost tranquil, save for the gentle hum of high-performance machines waiting to be used.

And sitting near the far end, lost in the glow of a monitor, was someone I immediately recognized.

Myoui Mina.

I nearly stopped in my tracks. "You have got to be kidding me."

Of all the people in Seoul, of all the possible VIP guests, it just had to be her. TWICE’s elegant, quiet, insanely talented penguin. A world-renowned performer known for her grace, her stunning visuals, and, of course, her love for gaming.

The receptionist hesitated beside me, likely wondering if I was about to freak out or back out. Instead, I let out a small breath and collected myself.

"Alright," I muttered. "Let’s do this."

The receptionist approached cautiously, clearing her throat as she stopped beside Mina’s station. "Miss Myoui?"

Mina, who had been adjusting her in-game settings, turned her head slightly. Her jet-black hair fell effortlessly over one shoulder, her expression neutral but observant as she took in the sudden interruption.

"Hmm?" Her voice was soft, but firm.

The receptionist glanced at me nervously before speaking. "There’s, um… been a bit of a mix-up. This gentleman here also had a VIP booking for today, made long before we confirmed yours. We, uh… We were hoping you might be open to discussing a possible solution."

Mina’s gaze flickered to me, her deep brown eyes studying me with quiet curiosity. For a second, I wondered if she thought I was just another fan, someone who had engineered this situation on purpose just to meet her. I wasn’t. I had no idea she’d even be here tonight.

I took a step forward, offering a small, casual shrug. "Hey. I know this is sudden, and I don’t want to make things complicated for you. If you’d rather have the floor to yourself, I’ll step back. But—" I tilted my head, a smirk playing at my lips. "—if you don’t mind some company, maybe we can just game together for a bit? No pressure."

Mina didn’t respond right away. Instead, she simply… looked at me. Really looked at me. Not like an idol sizing up a fan. Not like someone wary of an intruder in her space. Just… a gamer assessing another gamer.

After a moment, she turned fully toward me, her fingers idly tapping against her desk. Her outfit—a black tank top, cropped greyish-silver jacket, and matching sweatpants—gave her an effortlessly laid-back but striking look. The lighting above cast a soft glow against her flawless complexion, making her already ethereal presence even more surreal.

Then, finally, she spoke.

"What do you play?"

I blinked. "Huh?"

Her lips twitched, almost amused. "What games do you play?"

I huffed a small laugh, stuffing my hands in my pockets. "A bit of everything. FPS, RPGs, MOBAs, you name it."

Mina’s brows lifted slightly. "Minecraft?"

I grinned. "Oh, you have no idea how many late nights I’ve spent in that game."

She hummed, clearly considering something. Then, to my surprise, she motioned toward the empty gaming station beside her. "Sit. Let’s see how good you actually are."

The receptionist visibly relaxed, her shoulders dropping as she let out a quiet sigh of relief. I smirked slightly before pulling out the chair beside Mina’s, settling in. As the screen flickered to life before me, I couldn’t help but think— This was already shaping up to be an interesting night.

I shrugged off my jacket and hooked it onto a nearby corner, rolling my shoulders a bit. The room was warm enough, and I didn’t need the extra layer.

Beneath it, I wore a fitted black t-shirt—not tight enough to scream ‘look at me,’ but snug enough to emphasize the lean, athletic build I had naturally maintained. Not a hulking gym monster, not some lanky string bean—just a balance. Functional muscle. Firm, but not excessive. Matched with black sweatpants, the whole look ended up as an unintentional all-black outfit. Not on purpose, just… happened.

Pulling my blu-ray glasses from my pocket, I slid them on. I didn’t actually need them, not for any prescription reason, but they helped with screen fatigue—and, let’s be real, they looked good.

That’s when I felt it. Not just a glance. A stare. Not a quick flicker of the eyes. A full, toe-to-head scan. And I didn’t even need to look directly to know who it was. I kept my focus on logging in, fingers moving over the keyboard smoothly, but my peripheral vision didn’t miss a thing.

Mina was staring at me.

Not a simple ‘oh, new person’ look. No, this was something else. Something longer. Something assessing, maybe admiring. Her gaze moved slowly, taking me in, analyzing.

Her eyes trailed from my shoulders, down my arms, my torso, the way my shirt fit just right—and when I shifted slightly, pretending not to notice, she snapped back up. Her expression was neutral… except for one thing. The faintest upturn of her lips. An almost-smirk. Maybe

Still, I acted as if I didn’t catch her. Last thing I wanted was to make her feel awkward about it, especially since this was the first time we were meeting.

Instead, I settled into my chair, adjusting the armrests slightly before pulling my keyboard closer. I logged into my account, fingers flying across the keys out of habit. My profile popped up on the screen, along with my usual game list. A mix of FPS, strategy, and a few unexpected titles.

I could feel her eyes still lingering, even if briefly. "Alright," I said casually, finally glancing at her. "What’s the plan? Are we jumping into a lobby, or are you going to make me prove myself first?"

Mina leaned back slightly in her chair, her lips pressing together in mock contemplation. "Hmm… tempting." Her voice was smooth, quiet yet deliberate. It had that same graceful quality as when she performed—but here, in a private setting, there was a relaxed ease to it.

She turned her gaze back to the screen, her fingers tapping lightly on her mouse. "Let’s warm up first. See if you can keep up."

I smirked. "Oh, you’re underestimating me already?"

Mina’s lips twitched again. "Not at all. Just… gauging expectations." There it was again. That small, subtle challenge hidden beneath her composed demeanor.

I cracked my knuckles. "Alright, Myoui. Let’s see what you’ve got." And with that, we entered the game.

As we set up the world, I heard something unexpected—Mina giggling.

I turned my head slightly, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

She barely suppressed another laugh, pointing at the screen. "Your Minecraft name." I followed her finger to the game lobby where my username was displayed in all its majestic, raw-power glory.

"BlockDaddy."

I crossed my arms, feigning offense. "Excuse me, that name has class. It commands respect. It radiates authority." Mina tilted her head, her voice dripping with amusement. "It sounds like it radiates… something, alright." I smirked. "And what about yours, huh? Why are you judging me when your MC name is literally ‘PenguinEmpress’?"

Her fingers paused on her keyboard before she turned to me, looking almost caught. "It’s a respectable name."

"Oh yeah? Empress of what? Waddling?"

She scoffed playfully, giving my shoulder a light nudge before returning her attention to the world creation screen. "Let’s just get started."

As we went through the settings—choosing a biome, tweaking a few gameplay aspects—Mina suddenly spoke up, her tone a little different this time. "You’re… really calm."

I glanced at her. "That a bad thing?"

She shook her head. "No, it’s just… most people—most guys—act differently around me. But you don’t seem fazed at all."

Ah. So that’s what this was about.. I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms slightly before responding. "Don’t get me wrong, Mina. I’ve been a fat-ass ONCE since 2015. TWICE has been my group since your debut, and I adored you—still do. As an idol and as a person. Everything I saw from my phone, concerts, your live stages... You’re amazing."

Her fingers stilled on her mouse for just a second, as if she wasn’t expecting that honesty.

I continued, my voice steady. "But that doesn’t mean I see you as some antique to be put on display and gawked at. That’d be weird. You’re a person first."

She blinked, looking at me with something between surprise and appreciation.

I exhaled, shaking my head with a chuckle. "And honestly? My mom would smack the hell out of me if she ever heard I gawked at girls." Mina perked up at that, clicking to enter the world seed. "Why is that?"

I smiled at the memory. "She taught me three things growing up. One—when a woman says ‘no,’ it’s law. No debates, no arguments, no excuses."

Mina’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, but she nodded.

"Two—if you love someone, show it in actions, not just words. Anyone can say they care, but proving it? That’s different."

She swallowed slightly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing her keyboard’s edge.

I finished, my tone softer now. "And three—never make someone you care about question their worth. If you do, you don’t deserve to breathe the same air as them."

For a moment, there was only the quiet hum of the PCs and the distant murmur of the reception desk. Mina didn’t speak immediately. But I saw it. That slight shift in her expression. The way her grip on her mouse softened. The small, nearly imperceptible intake of breath. Something about my words struck her. And though she didn’t say it outright, I could tell—something inside her clicked. Like an automatic ‘Feel safe around him’ button had been pressed.

As soon as we spawned into the world, Mina’s soft giggle echoed beside me. I swear, my heart nearly skipped a beat.

I turned to look at her, but her gaze was locked onto my in-game character. "What?" I asked, half-curious, half-bracing myself for whatever she found amusing.

She pointed at my Minecraft skin, her lips curling into another giggle. "Your name is BlockDaddy, but… your skin is a duck?"

I glanced at the screen, my custom-made pixelated duck standing proudly on the grassy block. "Hey, this is not just any duck. This is a high-quality, hand-crafted, uniquely designed duck skin."

Mina grinned, leaning slightly closer. "It’s adorable. I expected something… tougher. Like a knight or a warrior." I crossed my arms, smirking. "And what, a duck can’t be a warrior? This is Duck of War. You underestimate my power."

Mina laughed, shaking her head before focusing back on the game. "Alright, Duck of War, here’s the plan. We’re speedrunning to find an Ancient City." I whistled. "Going straight for the deep dark, huh? Bold."

"Of course." She shrugged as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "But first, we need to survive. That means breaking trees, crafting tools, gearing up, and getting food." I mused, "Sounds like a plan, PenguinEmpress."

We started off punching trees, the most classic Minecraft move. Mina worked efficiently, gathering logs and crafting a workbench, while I—well, I got distracted. "Hey, look at that bee."

Mina turned just in time to see me accidentally punch it. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" she shrieked, eyes wide as the angry swarm descended upon me.

I ran in circles, desperately trying to escape while she laughed uncontrollably. "This is a disaster! I didn’t mean to!" "Actions have consequences!" she teased between laughs, watching as my character took rapid poison damage. "I regret nothing." I said dramatically before collapsing from bee stings.

A few minutes later, when we finally got back on track, I decided to test my luck again. "Hey, you ever seen a creeper up close?" Mina’s tone turned suspicious. "Why do I feel like I’m about to regret answering this?"

"Come here, let me show you something." She cautiously followed as I led her to a cave opening. I pointed ahead where a creeper stood completely still. "Now, if you stand just the right distance away—"

I took a step forward—BOOM. The explosion sent us both flying backward. Mina let out a loud, startled "YA!" before dissolving into laughter. "What was the plan there?!" I groaned, respawning at our original spawn point. "I don’t know. I thought maybe it would just stare at me menacingly." She said, "BlockDaddy, your survival skills are questionable."

We continued gathering resources, finally crafting iron tools and armor. At one point, I turned to see Mina standing perfectly still, looking at a cow.

I tilted my head. "Uh… you good?"

She sighed dramatically. "I don’t want to kill it."

I chuckled. "We need food, Mina."

She groaned, reluctantly pulling out her sword. "I’m sorry, Mr. Moo…"

The cow made one final “Moo.” Then silence.

Mina sighed. "I’m never doing that again."

I patted her virtual shoulder. "I’ll handle the hunting. You just… continue being an Empress of Peace."

She gave a small, grateful smile. An hour passed in what felt like minutes. Between accidental mob encounters, mistimed jumps, me getting lost multiple times, and Mina laughing at every dumb mistake I made, the experience was just pure fun. And maybe, just maybe, I was starting to enjoy Mina’s presence a little too much. And maybe she is too.

As I focused on gathering materials, my gaze subtly drifted to my side, observing Mina through my peripheral vision. God… she was beautiful. Not just in the way celebrities are, not in the way someone is labeled "pretty" by default. No—Mina was ethereal. It was as if the deities had taken their time, sculpting every delicate detail of her in her mother’s womb with divine precision. Her flawless jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her elegant face. The soft glow from the monitor illuminated her porcelain skin, her lips slightly parted as she focused on the game. Her long lashes fluttered when she blinked, and even that felt captivating. It wasn’t fair. How could someone look so effortlessly breathtaking just sitting there, clicking away at a keyboard?

I blinked, shaking myself out of my trance—only to realize she had caught me. Mina smirked, her eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. "You’ve been staring for a while, BlockDaddy."

Busted. I let out a small chuckle, my fingers still tapping away on my keyboard. "Ah… sorry about that." Mina tilted her head slightly, her smirk deepening. "For what?"

I exhaled, deciding there was no point in dancing around it. "For staring. But to be fair…" I glanced at her briefly before turning back to the game. "It’s hard not to when you look… well, the way you do."

Silence.. I wasn’t sure if she was caught off guard or if she was processing my words, so I continued. "You’re just… ethereal. That’s the only way I can describe it."

From the corner of my eye, I saw her blush beautifully. The pink hue dusting her cheeks was faint, but under the soft lighting, it was impossible to miss. Mina was used to compliments. As an idol, she probably heard them thousands of times from fans, interviewers, and industry professionals. But something about my words—the rawness, the honesty, the lack of flirtatious pretense—seemed to catch her off guard.

She twirled a strand of her hair, looking down at her keyboard for a moment before letting out a soft breath.Then, with a bashful smile, she said something that nearly made my brain short-circuit. "You’re really lovely looking too, you know."

I blinked. "Huh?" She chuckled at my reaction before giving me a curious look. "I’m serious. You’ve got this… effortless charm. And, well…" she paused, "Why aren’t you a model? If not an idol, at least?"

I rubbed the back of my neck, exhaling. "Low confidence back then, I guess." I shrugged. "Now? Who knows. Maybe it’s too late. Maybe not." Mina studied me, her eyes holding something I couldn’t quite place—admiration, intrigue, something else?

I smirked, breaking the moment. "Why? You interested in my past? You trying to dig deep, PenguinEmpress?" She immediately blushed, her brows furrowing as she turned back to the game. "Shut up." Before I could react, her character punched mine straight into a pool of lava. I let out a loud gasp. "Mina! Murder! This is a crime!"

She burst into laughter, covering her mouth with one hand as I watched my blocky self burn to a crisp. Luckily, I had been smart enough to store my loot in a chest nearby, so all I lost was a stone pickaxe and a stone sword.

Still, I made sure to let out an exaggerated sigh. "This is what I get for speaking facts, huh?" Mina, still giggling, shrugged. "You were getting too smug. Had to humble you."

I chuckled, shaking my head as I respawned. "Noted. Praise Mina, but don’t get cocky about it." She flashed me a playful grin. "Exactly."

And just like that, the game continued. But something in the air had shifted. Maybe it was the teasing. Maybe it was the lingering warmth of our conversation. Or maybe, just maybe—Mina was starting to see me in a different light.

As we continued gathering resources, crafting gear, and making progress toward our goal, I couldn’t help but notice something. Every single time Mina turned toward my in-game character—even if it was just for a split second—her lips would curl into a small, airy giggle. At first, I didn’t think much of it. Maybe she was just in a good mood. Maybe she found something funny in the game. But then it happened again. And again.

I turned my camera to glance at her blocky character. "Alright, what’s so funny?"

Mina covered her mouth, trying to suppress yet another giggle. "Nothing."

I raised a brow. "Uh-huh. Sure. You’ve been giggling for the past fifteen minutes. I doubt it’s ‘nothing.’"

She shifted in her chair, still smiling as she broke some trees for wood. "It’s just…" she trailed off before stealing another glance at me. "Your name tag."

I blinked. My name tag? I pressed F5 to swap my camera view, tilting my head at the blocky text floating above my character’s head: "BlockDaddy." Ah. Right. I smirked. "What? You judging my name now?"

Mina shook her head, her fingers still tapping at her keyboard as she crafted some planks. "I mean… it's just so…" She paused, clearly trying to find the right words. "Powerful? Elegant? Raw and full of class?" I supplied dramatically. She outright laughed at that. "Sure, if that’s what you want to call it."

I leaned back in my chair. "Okay, Miss ‘PenguinEmpress.’ You’re laughing at me when your username is literally something out of an aristocratic fairytale?" Mina huffed, crossing her arms. "It suits me!"

"And ‘BlockDaddy’ suits me." She rolled her eyes but kept smiling. "It’s just funny seeing it float above your head all the time."

I hummed. "So you’ve been looking at me a lot then?" Silence. Mina’s fingers momentarily froze on her keyboard before she quickly turned her focus back to the game. "Shut up." I grinned, feeling a small sense of victory. "I’m just saying. You keep looking, you keep giggling…"

"I’m not looking, I’m just… noticing." I snorted. "Right. You ‘notice’ a lot, huh?" She groaned, lightly smacking my arm before returning to the game. "You’re impossible."

I chuckled, but deep down, I felt something warm settle in my chest. The way Mina was comfortable enough to joke around like this, the way her laughter seemed unfiltered and real—it felt nice.

Between our gameplay, Mina suddenly asked, "So, what do you do?" I glanced at her character still mining, then back at my screen as I casually started organizing my inventory. "Nothing too exciting," I said. "My name’s L/N Y/N, born August 9, 1995." There was a pause. Then, Mina let out a small "Oh." I arched a brow. "What?" She turned to me with a teasing glint in her eyes. "That means you’re my Oppa."

I blinked. Oh, right. She was born on March 24, 1997, which meant I was older—same ‘95 liner like her Nayeon-unnie.

I let out a small chuckle. "Guess that makes sense, huh?" Mina giggled. "Mmm, Y/N-oppa. Has a nice ring to it."

I swallowed. Damn, the way she said that was dangerous. "Anyway, I own a café chain," I continued, steering the conversation forward. "And I have some side gigs in multiple things. That’s about it."

Mina hummed in interest. "Café chain, huh? That sounds nice. I’d love to visit one day." I said softly, "You’re welcome anytime. Drinks are on me."

She smiled before suddenly asking, "Do you have a significant other?" My fingers momentarily stilled on my keyboard. "Nope."

A second of silence passed. And then—so faint I almost didn’t catch it— "Good."

My brows furrowed. "Hm? What was that?" Mina’s shoulders stiffened slightly before she brushed it off. "Nothing. Just talking to myself." I didn’t push further. Instead, I simply let her steer the conversation away. "What’s your ideal type, Oppa?" she asked playfully. I chuckled. "That’s a tough one."

Mina waited expectantly as I thought for a moment before saying, "Someone who can warm my heart in a way that washes all my worries and stress away." She blinked. "That’s… actually really unique." I shrugged. "I guess I just prefer the kind of love that feels like home." Mina’s lips parted slightly, as if taken aback by the depth of my answer. But then, she smirked. "And what about body type?"

My breath hitched slightly at the sudden change in topic. "Body type?" She nodded, amusement dancing in her gaze. "C’mon, Oppa. Spill. Do you like something soft and cute? Or are you more into toned and sexy?"

My face warmed. "Mina—" "Boobs?" she teased. "Mina." "Ass?" "Mina." She giggled. "What? It’s a simple question." I groaned, rubbing my face. "Why are you doing this to me?" She leaned closer. "Because I’m curious." I exhaled sharply before reluctantly mumbling, "Collarbone and navel."

Mina blinked once. Then twice. I risked a glance at her and—oh my god, she looked so surprised. "Collarbone and navel?" she repeated, as if processing my words. I nodded slowly. "Yeah. It’s just… I don’t know. Something about them is really attractive to me."

Mina remained silent for a moment before laughing softly. "Huh. I thought you’d pick something sappy like eyes or lips." I smirked. "Nah, those are too common." "Or maybe something hot like boobs or ass," she added playfully. I choked on air. "Mina, please—"

She giggled again, but then… something flickered in her gaze. Something knowing. I furrowed my brows, confused by her reaction. "What?" Mina shook her head, an amused yet slightly flustered smile playing on her lips. "Nothing. Just… it’s funny how you chose something unique." She turned back to the screen, her character moving forward again—but not before I caught the way her fingers subtly grazed her own collarbone. …Wait. Oh... Oh......Mina was really popular for her collarbones and navel in terms of visuals. My eyes widened slightly in realization. And from the way she suddenly looked so flustered—she definitely knew it too.

Time passed like mayflies, fleeting and unnoticeable. One moment, we were deep in the Minecraft caves, and the next… we were in Pacify. Why? No clue. It just happened. Maybe boredom? Maybe curiosity? Maybe a stupid collective decision to suffer? Either way—it was chaotic. The eerie music had barely begun before Mina tensed beside me, her hands gripping her mouse a little tighter.

"Why did we decide on this again?" she asked, her voice already laced with regret. I scoffed, adjusting my headset. "Don’t ask me, you clicked it too."

And then it began. We were in a dimly lit haunted house, our job being to pacify a demon girl (because apparently, we’re just built different like that). The wooden floors creaked with every step, and distant whispers sent shivers down my spine. Mina stuck close to me, her character practically glued to mine. "Oppa, don't leave me."

I almost choked on air. I heard it. I KNOW I heard it. But I couldn’t react to it—because at that moment, the demon girl flew straight at us. Mina let out a shrieking scream, her character whipping around and sprinting away like her life depended on it. I? I froze. Absolutely. Froze. And then I screamed. "NOPE. NOPE. NOPE—" I turned so fast that my mouse practically flew off the desk, my character crashing into furniture like a headless chicken. Mina was already laughing and panicking at the same time. "WHY IS SHE SO FAST?! WHY IS SHE SO FAST?!"

" I don’t know, Mina! Why did we even PLAY THIS?!" We somehow managed to escape into a random-ass room, slamming the door shut behind us. Silence. Both of us were breathing heavily, eyes locked on the screen. Then, in the quietest voice, Mina spoke. "I hate this game." I nodded, still recovering. "Same." And yet—we didn’t stop playing. From Pacify to Phasmophobia. Then from Phasmophobia to Devour. Then somehow, Outlast Trials. And I swear, for absolutely no reason at all, we ended up on Five Nights at Freddy’s like we had some death wish.

At this point, I wasn't even scared anymore—just exhausted from the constant tension and jumpscares. Mina, on the other hand, was still reacting to every unexpected sound, letting out soft squeals or startled gasps that were way too adorable for our current horror-filled setting. "Okay, okay, I'm done!" Mina huffed, pushing herself away from the desk dramatically. "No more horror games. My heart can’t handle it."

I sighed in relief, finally shutting my laptop. "Thank God. I think I lost five years of my life today." Mina giggled, stretching her arms above her head. "But it was fun, wasn’t it?" i smirked. "Depends. Are we measuring fun in ‘I had a great time’ or ‘I almost pissed myself multiple times’?"

She laughed at that, shaking her head. "Both?" I chuckled and stood up, stretching my stiff limbs. "Alright, let’s detox from all this terror. Dessert?" Her eyes lit up immediately. "Yes, please!" And so, with our horror-fueled game marathon behind us, we found ourselves sitting by the dining table, a plate of desserts between us. Sweet relief. Literally.

I took a sip of my drink, letting the cool liquid soothe my throat. Mina did the same, the soft clinking of utensils and cups filling the air. "So," I started, leaning back comfortably. "Tell me something about yourself that I don’t already know." Mina tapped her chin in thought, then smiled. "How about TWICE’s latest album?" I nodded, interested. "The 13th Mini Album?" She grinned. "‘With YOU-th.’ Yeah. It’s really special to us."

I could hear the genuine warmth in her voice, the way she spoke about her group with so much love and appreciation. Mina then started sharing little behind-the-scenes stories—how the concept was created, how much effort they poured into the album, how the members supported each other through it all. I listened intently, admiring the passion in her voice. Then, a memory surfaced.

"By the way," I said suddenly. "You looked gorgeous during the pre-chorus in red." Mina blinked, taken aback. "Huh?" I shrugged, taking another sip of my drink. "I mean it. You looked stunning. The way the lighting hit you, the expressions you had—it was all just… breathtaking."

Silence. Then, Mina slowly lowered her spoon, her lips slightly parted as if caught off guard. I raised an eyebrow. "What?" She shook her head, smiling softly. "You’re… really something, you know that?" I tilted my head. "What do you mean?"

She chuckled. "Most people would say something flirty or try to be slick about it. But you—" She gestured toward me. "You just say things so honestly. It’s refreshing." I scratched my cheek, feeling a little self-conscious. "I don’t know… I guess I just prefer sincerity over beating around the bush."

She stared at me for a moment before smiling. "I like that about you." A small warmth spread through my chest at her words, but before I could say anything, Mina sighed contently, resting her chin on her hand. "Today was such a lovely getaway," she murmured. "With all the promotions, shows, and schedules, things can get overwhelming sometimes."

I nodded, understanding. "I can imagine. TWICE’s workload must be insane." She smiled, twirling her spoon in her fingers. "It is, but I’m grateful. My members and I—no matter how tough things get, we pull through together. They’re my family."

I smiled. "That’s beautiful." She sighed again, but this time, it was different. A bit… softer. And then, in the quietest voice, she spoke. "But sometimes… times like this can be healing too." I looked at her, my chest tightening at the sincerity in her tone. But what she said next? It made my heart stop. "I think I want to thank fate that I met you today."

I froze. Did she just— Mina, realizing what she had just admitted, suddenly looked away, her fingers lightly gripping the edge of the table as if grounding herself. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. The air between us shifted—not awkward, but… charged. I took a breath, forcing myself to stay composed. "That means a lot, Mina." She peeked at me from beneath her lashes, a small smile forming. "It’s true." And just like that, the moment settled into something… beautifully unspoken. No rush. No expectations. Just two people, sharing a moment in time.

The soft hum of the approaching van signaled the end of our time together. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it, but I could see visible reluctance on Mina’s face as she glanced toward the headlights illuminating the night down outside the café of the PC bang. Her fingers fidgeted lightly against the table, her lips pressed together as if holding something back.

I tilted my head, concerned. "Something wrong?" Mina hesitated, then sighed softly. "I… don’t want to leave yet." I blinked. "Huh?" She bit her lip, her gaze dropping for a second before looking at me again. "I don’t want to go away from you just yet…"

I felt my heart skip a beat. Did she just—? I stared at her, completely stunned. This was Myoui Mina—one of the most elegant and composed people I had ever met. And yet, she was sitting here, openly admitting that she wasn’t ready to part ways with me. Was she… getting attached to my presence?

Mina let out a small chuckle, probably noticing my dumbfounded reaction. "Sorry, that must've sounded a bit strange." I shook my head, still processing. "No, it’s just…" I rubbed the back of my neck. "Didn’t expect that." She smiled softly. "Neither did I."

But before I could say anything more, the van honked twice—a gentle reminder from the driver that her time was up. Mina sighed once more, but this time with resignation. "Work calls," she murmured, pushing herself up from her seat. I stood up as well, instinctively guiding her toward the staircase. "Come on, I’ll walk you down." She nodded, and together, we descended the stairs, the warmth of our time together still lingering in the air between us.

As we reached the ground floor and stepped into the quiet lobby, I pressed the elevator button. The doors slid open with a soft chime, and we stepped inside, the small space amplifying the closeness between us. Neither of us spoke, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was charged, heavy with something unspoken. The elevator reached the ground floor, and as we walked toward the exit where the van waited, Mina suddenly stopped.

I turned to her, curious. "Mina?"

She held out her hand. "Give me your phone."

I hesitated for a second before handing it over. With a few quick taps, she typed something in and handed it back. I glanced down. 미나🐧– Personal. My brain short-circuited. Oh shit. Someone give me the ‘Luckiest ONCE’ title right now.

Before I could even process my newfound blessing, Mina did something that completely wrecked me. She took a step closer—so close I could feel the faint warmth radiating from her. And then— A kiss. Not a peck. Not a quick smooch. A full-on lip lock.

My mind blanked as her soft, plumpy lips pressed into mine, moving gently but firmly, sucking slightly on my lower lip. She tasted like something sweet—bubblegum? Strawberry? I didn’t know, and honestly, I didn’t care. For five whole seconds, we were locked in that moment. Five seconds of warmth. Of softness. Of something dangerously intoxicating. Then, she slowly pulled away, her cheeks a faint shade of pink, but her lips curled into a small, knowing smile. Was that… desire in her eyes? Or something more? I couldn’t think—I was still too shocked.

Mina let out a soft, almost teasing chuckle at my dumbstruck expression. "Be free tomorrow." I blinked. "Huh?" Her fingers lightly grazed mine as she stepped back toward the van. "We’re going to meet here again. Just the two of us. I have something planned."

I nodded mindlessly, still too dazed to do anything else. She gave me one last smile before stepping into the van, the door sliding shut behind her. As the vehicle pulled away, I remained rooted in place, the lingering warmth of her lips still burning against mine. Holy. Shit.

Late Night – My Bed

Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, I replayed everything. Mina’s reluctance to leave. Her words—"I don’t want to go away yet." The way she typed her personal number into my phone like it was the most natural thing in the world. And then—the kiss. Holy. Shit.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling deeply. That wasn’t just a peck. That was a five-second, full-on lip-lock. Sucking on my lower lip. Mina—Myoui Mina—kissed me. And the look in her eyes after? Something was there. Something deeper than just a spur-of-the-moment thing. My lips still tingled, phantom traces of her lingering warmth refusing to fade.

I turned on my side, staring at my phone on the nightstand. My heartbeat refused to settle. What was this? A one-time thing? A casual moment? Or… something more? I didn’t have an answer. But Mina did. Because the next morning, as the sun filtered through my blinds, my phone buzzed with a message.

Mina: Be free at 4 p.m. Come to the same place.

I sat up instantly, rubbing my eyes to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Nope. It was real. Mina wanted to see me again. Alone. And whatever she had planned—I was in.

Later That Day – PC Bang (4 P.M.)

I made sure to clear my schedule early. If Mina Myoui was setting up another meeting, no way in hell I was missing it. I swapped out yesterday’s outfit for something slightly different—white t-shirt, white pants, and a black leather jacket. Call it chic, call it flashy, I didn’t care. But it was swavy.

As I walked into the PC bang, the first floor was packed. College students, office workers, and hardcore gamers filled the space, their focus glued to screens, the clicking of mechanical keyboards filling the air. But I wasn’t here for the crowd. I headed straight upstairs to the VIP floor from yesterday. And then— There she was. Standing alone, waiting. And holy. Fucking. Hell. Mina was… lethal.

Her outfit was effortlessly stylish, dangerously captivating. A fitted navy blue short-sleeve top hugged her figure just right, with a subtle logo detail on the chest. A high-waisted, diagonally striped skirt in navy blue and brown flowed down to her ankles, elegant yet modern. White platform shoes added a bit of height, making her already graceful presence even more striking. A designer shoulder bag in bold navy blue and white stripes rested casually on her arm. And the killer touch? White cat-eye sunglasses perched delicately on her nose, exuding pure confidence.

But it wasn’t just the outfit. It was the way she wore it. Her long, straight black hair cascaded naturally down her back, shifting slightly as she moved, catching the dim PC bang lighting in a way that made her look effortlessly elegant.

She turned her head at my arrival, lowering her sunglasses slightly to glance at me. And then— A small, knowing smile curved her lips.

"You’re early," she said, voice smooth, teasing. I smirked, stuffing my hands in my jacket pockets. "You told me to be here at four. I don’t keep a beautiful woman waiting."

She chuckled, taking a step closer. "Good answer." Goddamn. I was in trouble. Mina’s eyes traced over me in a way that sent a subtle but undeniable heat creeping up my neck. "I like this look on you," she murmured, arms crossed, lips curving in a way that made my heart stutter. I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. "You saying that makes me feel like I actually have style." She tilted her head, amusement flickering in her dark eyes. "You do. Though, I think it’s more about how you carry yourself."

I huffed out a laugh, feeling the warmth of her words settle in my chest. "Well, in that case—" I let my gaze sweep over her, taking in the effortlessly sophisticated yet lethal aura she exuded. "You’re pulling off this whole ‘stunning and untouchable’ thing too well." Mina raised a brow, lips twitching. "Untouchable?" I smirked. "You’ve got that air about you. Like someone people admire from a distance but are too scared to approach." Mina held my gaze for a long second, then softly exhaled. "But you’re not scared." I shook my head. "Not even a little."

That earned me a small, pleased smile before she gestured towards a plush, leather couch in a cozy corner of the VIP floor. "Sit," she instructed gently. I was confused but did as she asked, leaning back comfortably. Mina remained standing, looking down at me with something unreadable in her gaze. I tilted my head, catching her eyes. "How was your day?"

She smiled softly. "It was good. Nothing too exciting. Just a casual chat at JYPE with the girls about our upcoming promotions." I nodded, but something in her demeanor shifted. A quiet moment passed before she spoke again, this time slower, more measured. "About yesterday…" I stiffened slightly, my fingers subtly curling into my palms.

Mina exhaled, her voice careful yet steady. "I kissed you on impulse." My breath hitched, but I stayed silent, letting her continue. "But… I couldn’t sleep at all last night." She hesitated, fingers gripping the strap of her shoulder bag. "Thinking about you. Thinking about what we are—if we’re anything at all."

A lump formed in my throat. Mina, the reserved, quiet, and poised woman, was unraveling just a little in front of me literally. And then— "I like you." The words were soft, vulnerable, yet unshakable in their truth. She swallowed, looking away briefly before meeting my gaze again. "I don’t know if it’s love. Maybe it’s too fast. But…" she exhaled, searching my face, "I don’t want to ignore it. I want to see where this goes." My heart pounded as she carefully chose her next words. "Can we see each other? Just us. Not public. No dating rumors. Just… us."

I let the weight of her words settle between us before answering, "Mina." My voice was steady, measured. "Dating someone like you, it’s not just about us. It’s the company, the fans, the media. I know how much is at stake for you."

She nodded, waiting. I inhaled, my tone turning softer. "But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel the same way." Mina’s lips parted slightly, her fingers twitching against her bag. "I admire you, not just as an idol but as Mina—the person." I leaned forward slightly, my voice gentle but firmly assuring and understanding. "So if this is something we both want, we’ll figure it out. Together."

Something flickered in her eyes. The same intensity from yesterday. Then— She took a step closer. Another. And before I could process it, she leaned down, catching my lips in a kiss once again. But this time— This wasn’t impulsive. This wasn’t a fleeting, stolen moment. This was a seal—a silent agreement, an unspoken promise. Mina kissed me with certainty and intent. And the way she wasn’t stopping told me one thing—This wasn’t ending with just a kiss.

The second Mina’s lips met mine again, something shifted between us—like a silent switch had been flipped. Her kiss started slow, almost tentative, but the way her fingers curled into the fabric of my jacket told a different story. She was holding back, but not for long. I pulled her closer by the waist, my hands sliding over the soft curve of her hips, savoring the way the silky fabric of her skirt bunched under my grip. She let out a quiet little gasp against my lips, and fuck, that sound went straight to my cock. But Mina wasn’t content with just kissing. Her fingers slipped beneath my jacket, pushing it off my shoulders with a quiet urgency before her hands slid up my chest, nails lightly scraping through the thin fabric of my white shirt.

"Mina—" I barely got her name out before she nipped at my bottom lip, her teeth dragging just enough to make me groan. "Hmm?" She hummed against my mouth, all feigned innocence, but the way her thigh brushed against my growing erection betrayed her. I smirked, gripping her waist tighter as I leaned in, my voice dropping to a low murmur. "You’re acting all shy, but your hands are already wandering." Her cheeks flushed pink, but her fingers didn’t stop—trailing down my stomach, teasingly slow, until they hooked into the waistband of my pants.

"Maybe I just like how you react," she whispered, her breath warm against my lips before she captured them again, this time with more heat. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I groaned, my hands finally giving in and sliding lower, palming the plush curve of her ass through that damn skirt. She let out a sharp little inhale, arching into my touch, her hips rocking forward just slightly—just enough—to let me feel her own growing need.

"Mmph—fuck, Mina," I growled, breaking the kiss to trail my lips down her jaw, my teeth grazing the delicate skin of her neck. "You gonna let me touch you properly, or are you just gonna tease me all night?" She shuddered, her fingers tightening in my hair before she pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, her gaze dark with want. "Who said," she breathed, shifting just enough to grind herself against my thigh, "that I was done teasing?"

And then—god help me—her hand slid down, her fingers pressing against the obvious bulge straining against my pants. "Hahh~... You’re already so hard for me," she murmured, biting her lip as she squeezed lightly, her thumb rubbing slow circles over the tip through the fabric. I swore under my breath, my grip on her hips tightening as I pulled her even closer, my lips crashing back into hers—hungrier this time, filthier, my tongue tangling with hers as my hands finally gave in to temptation and slipped beneath that stupidly elegant skirt.

The second my fingers brushed against the lace of her panties, she moaned into my mouth, her thighs trembling. "Mnngh~... Y/N—" I grinned against her lips, my fingers tracing the damp fabric teasingly. "Look at you," I whispered, "acting all demure when you’re this fucking wet already." Her breath hitched, her hips rolling against my hand as if she couldn’t help it.

The moment my fingers brushed against the damp lace of her panties, Mina—let out a breathy little moan that sent a jolt of heat straight to my cock. Her hips rolled instinctively against my hand, seeking more friction, but I teased, circling just barely where she wanted me most. "Mmph~... Y/N," she whined, her nails digging into my shoulders as she tried to chase my touch.

I chuckled , my lips trailing down her neck, sucking a mark into the delicate skin just below her ear. "So demanding for someone who was just playing innocent," I murmured, nipping at her pulse point. She shuddered, her voice dropping to a whisper—filthy with intent. "I never said I was innocent."

Before I could retaliate, her hand squeezed me through my pants, her fingers tracing the obscene outline of my cock with unhurried precision. "Ah~... You really are bigger than I imagined," she mused, her thumb pressing against the head, making me grit my teeth. "Were you hiding this from me?" I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily into her touch. "Didn’t know you were this obsessed with checking." Mina laughed—soft, melodic, but wicked. "Obsessed? Maybe." She leaned in, her lips grazing my ear as she whispered, "Or maybe I just like knowing I can make you this hard without even trying." I tightened my grip on her thigh, my fingers slipping just barely beneath the soaked lace. "You’re not trying?" I challenged, dragging my fingertips upward, tracing her slit through the fabric. "Then why are you dripping, Mina?"

She hitched a sharp breath, her back arching, thighs trembling—but she didn’t stop palming me through my pants, her fingers stroking in time with my own teasing touches. "Hahh~... Because you—mmf—you make it impossible not to," she admitted, her voice shaky but bold. I smirked, dragging my lips back to hers, kissing her deeply as I finally slipped a finger beneath her panties, pressing flat against her clit. "Fuck," I growled against her mouth as she clenched around nothing, her hips grinding down desperately. "Mmmngh~... More," she demanded, her breath hot and uneven. I obliged, circling slowly, relishing the way her breath hitched, the way her nails scratched down my chest through my shirt. Then—she squeezed me again, her thumb flicking over the head of my cock through the fabric, and I hissed, my fingers faltering for a second. "Shit—Mina—" She pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her dark eyes glazed with lust. "You like that?" she murmured, her grip tightening just so.

I groaned, my forehead dropping against hers as my fingers finally dipped lower, pressing just inside her entrance, teasing the tight, wet heat. "Fuck, you’re drenched," I muttered, my voice rough. Her lips curved into a smug little smile as she stroked me again, her touch maddeningly slow. "And you’re throbbing," she countered, biting her lip. "Guess we’re both a little desperate, huh?" I didn’t answer—couldn’t, not when she was rubbing circles into my cock while my fingers teased her dripping cunt, both of us caught in a filthy, agonizing game of who would break first.

Mina's fingers traced lazy circles around the swollen head of my cock through my pants as she leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "You know what I keep thinking about?" Her voice had dropped to that breathy whisper that made my stomach flip. "How quiet you're trying to be right now... while just one floor below us, dozens of people are gaming completely unaware."

I swallowed hard, my fingers twitching against her lace-clad heat. "Fuck, Mina—" "Sharon," she corrected with a wicked little grin, applying just enough pressure to make me throb. "When I'm like this... call me Sharon." Her free hand slid up my chest, nails scraping lightly. "And I want to hear exactly what dirty thoughts are making you blush so hard right now." The way she said it—that mix of innocent curiosity and knowing sin—had my pulse racing. "I'm thinking..." I managed, my voice rough as my thumb found her clit through soaked fabric, "...about how bad you want me to fuck you right here where anyone could walk in." She let out a soft, shuddering moan, her hips jerking against my hand. "Mmm~... Keep talking."

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" I growled, catching her earlobe between my teeth. "My quiet, elegant Mina... turned into a desperate little mess in some VIP booth." My fingers pressed deeper, just barely breaching her entrance. "You'd bite your lip to stay quiet while I stretch you open, wouldn't you?" Her breath hitched, her grip on me tightening. "Ah! Y-Y/N—"

"Or maybe," I continued, dragging my tongue along her jaw, "you wouldn't stay quiet. Maybe you'd want them to hear. Want them to know their precious idol is getting ruined right above their heads." Mina—no, Sharon—whimpered, her entire body trembling as her polished facade cracked. "Hahh~... Fuck, you're evil," she gasped, grinding down harder on my fingers. "What if I said yes? What if I want you to make me louder?" The challenge in her voice sent heat roaring through me. "Then I'd ask," I murmured, sucking a bruise into her collarbone, "if you'd rather ride me slow until you're crying... or if you want me to bend you over that console and pound you until the whole building hears how wet you are." She moaned, high and needy, her nails digging into my thighs. "Mmmf~... Both," she panted, her usual poise shattered. "I want—ah!—I want you to wreck me both ways." Her hand finally slipped beneath my waistband, her fingers wrapping around my bare cock with a greedy little squeeze. "Starting with this monster filling me up right now."

My fingers trembled slightly as they found the hem of Mina's navy blue top, the silk-like material whispering against her skin as I began lifting it. She raised her arms obediently, but the way her breath hitched betrayed her calm facade. The VIP room's dim lighting caught the subtle flush spreading across her chest as the fabric slid away, revealing that matching navy blue bra - delicate lace cupping her modest, perfect breasts. "God, look at you," I murmured, my thumbs tracing the underside of her bra. "These fucking perfect little handfuls..."

Mina's breath stuttered when I flicked open the front clasp with one hand, the bra falling away to reveal those deep pink nipples already pebbled tight. "Y/N—" I didn't let her finish. My mouth closed over her left nipple with a hungry groan, tongue swirling around the stiff peak while my palm cradled its twin. The way she arched, fingers scrambling at my shoulders, only made me suck harder.

"Ah! Ngh~... S-so sensitive—" Her back bowed beautifully as I switched sides, teeth grazing her right nipple just enough to make her thighs clamp around my waist. "Haahh~! W-wait, your mouth is—mmf!" I pulled back just enough to admire my work - her perfect little tits glistening, nipples swollen from attention. "You've got no idea how crazy you drive me," I confessed, trailing kisses down her sternum. "Big tits? Don't need 'em when yours are this fucking perfect to suck on."

Her embarrassed squeak when I licked a stripe down her belly was downright sinful. My hands spanned her waist as I worshipped that iconic Myoui navel, tongue dipping into the shallow dip before scraping teeth along its edges. Mina whined, her fingers tugging at my hair. "W-why are you—ah!—so obsessed with my stomach?" I nipped at her hipbone, grinning when she jolted. "Because it's yours," I murmured against her skin. "Because every damn fanboy watches your fancams just to see this tiny strip of skin when you lift your top." My tongue lapped at the quivering muscles. "But right now? Only I get to taste it."

Her breathing turned ragged as I worked my way back up, pausing to lavish attention on those collarbones that drove ONCEs wild. The way her pulse fluttered under my lips as I sucked a dark mark just above her bra line made my cock throb. "Mina..." I kissed the hollow of her throat. "You know what kills me?" She shook her head, eyes half-lidded. "That reserved, elegant image," I growled, palming her breasts again. "When underneath?" My thumb flicked her nipple. "You're this responsive. This needy."

Her mewl turned into a gasp when I suddenly lifted her, pressing her back against the plush VIP booth wall. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist, the damp heat between her thighs pressing against my abdomen. "W-wait—" I silenced her with a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on my lips. "Still worried about people downstairs?" I murmured against her mouth. Her pupils blew wide, that switch flipping again. "Make me forget about them," she challenged, nails scoring down my back. So I did.

Mina’s back arched beautifully as I guided her down onto the plush VIP couch, her skirt riding up her thighs as I settled between them. The booth’s dim lighting caught every nervous flutter of her stomach, every shaky breath that made her small, perfect tits rise and fall. I dragged my palms up the smooth skin of her inner thighs, savoring the way they trembled under my touch.

“Look at this…” I murmured, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her soaked panties—navy blue, just like the rest of her outfit. “Ruin your pretty little matching set already?” She whined, her hips lifting instinctively as I peeled the lace down her legs, revealing her glistening cunt—deep pink, just like her nipples, swollen and desperate. Her hands flew to her face, fingers spreading just enough for me to see her dark, lust-blown eyes. “Y-Y/N… please—” I chuckled, leaning forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh, teeth grazing just enough to make her jerk. “Please what, baby? Use your words.”

Her legs twitched as my breath ghosted over her exposed pussy, her scent sweet and heady. “Please don’t tease—” “But teasing you is so fun,” I purred, dragging my tongue in one slow, flat stripe from her entrance all the way up to her clit. Mina yelped, her back bowing off the couch as her hands fisted in the cushions. “F-fuck! Oh my god—!”

I grinned against her, licking into her again, savoring the way her hips stuttered up against my mouth. She was dripping, her tight little hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. “Mina…” I groaned, pulling back just enough to watch her glisten. “You’re so fucking tight—did you really never let anyone else touch you?” Her face burned crimson, her thighs clamping around my head as if trying to hide. “N-no… just—ah!—just my own fingers… and…” She bit her lip, voice dropping to a whisper. “…t-toys…”

The admission sent a possessive thrill through me. “Fuck,” I growled, spreading her open with my thumbs. “So this pretty little pussy’s been waiting for me?” Her responding moan was half-embarrassed, half-aroused—music to my fucking ears. I didn’t give her time to reply. My mouth crashed back onto her, tongue spearing inside without warning, fucking into her tight heat as she screamed, her hands flying to my hair. “HHHNNN—!” She tasted divine—sweet, musky, all Mina—and the way her walls pulsed around my tongue had my cock aching. I curled my fingers under her thighs, holding her open as I devoured her, alternating between deep, messy thrusts of my tongue and slow, torturous circles around her clit. Her hips rocked desperately against my mouth, her thighs shaking. “Y/N—hahh~!—I-I can’t—!”

I pulled back just enough to smirk up at her. “Can’t what?” I teased, blowing lightly on her soaked folds. “Can’t take it? Or can’t stop?” Mina whimpered, her chest heaving. “B-both…” That broke me. With a groan, I slid two fingers into her hard, crooking them just right against that spongy spot inside her. “Fuck, you grip me like you were made for it,” I groaned, fucking them in and out in slow, deliberate strokes while my tongue went back to her clit. Her back arched violently, a broken sob tearing from her throat. “NHHGAH—!” I could feel her getting closer, her cunt fluttering around my fingers, but I wasn’t done yet. Not even close. “Nuh-uh,” I murmured, slowing my movements to a torturous crawl. “Not yet.” Mina whined, her hips chasing my retreating touch. “W-why?!” I kissed her inner thigh, leaving a trail of bites down to her knee before meeting her gaze. “Because I want to hear you beg for it.” Her eyes darkened—Sharon was back.

The moment my fingers curled deeper inside her, Mina snapped. "Ah-ah~ Enough." Her hands fisted in my hair and yanked me up with surprising strength—her kiss crashing against mine, hot and demanding as she licked the taste of herself from my lips. I barely processed the dizzying shift before she shoved me back onto the couch, climbing over me in one fluid motion. "Mina—?"

"Sharon," she corrected, her voice dropping into that sinful register as she straddled my thighs, her soaked cunt pressing against my abs through her ruined panties. "When I'm like this..." Her nails dragged down my chest, popping open the buttons of my shirt. "...you don't get to decide when I come."

I opened my mouth to retort, but she silenced me with another bruising kiss, her hips grinding down in slow, teasing circles. My cock throbbed against her, straining painfully against my pants. "Mmhn~... Someone's eager," she murmured against my lips, her fingers making quick work. Her touch lingered over the prominent bulge, squeezing lightly— testing. "Fuck, I knew you were big, but... this?" The way her breath hitched sent a rush of heat straight to my already aching dick. Mina slid off the couch onto her knees between my legs, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my white pants. She tugged them down agonizingly slow, her lips parting when my grey boxers came into view—stretched obscenely around my girth, the tip leaking a wet spot through the fabric. "Jesus Christ," she breathed, tracing the outline with one fingertip. "How are you even real?"

I hissed when she pressed a kiss right over the tip, her tongue darting out to lick the damp patch. "Mina—fuck—" "Shhh..." She peeled the boxers down, and my cock sprang free, slapping against her chin with an audible thwap. Mina gasped, her eyes widening as she took in the full sight—thick, veiny, and flushed red at the tip, pre-cum beading along the slit. Her fingers wrapped around the base, barely meeting in the middle, and squeezed. Her touch was tentative at first—stroking lightly, exploring the weight of me in her palm—but the longer she touched, the bolder she got. Her tongue darted out to lick a stripe from base to tip, her eyes fluttering shut at the taste. "Mmmf~... Salty," she murmured, lips wrapping around the head in a teasing suck. My hips jerked instinctively, and she laughed—the vibration shooting straight to my balls.

"No, no, no," she chided, pressing me back into the couch with one hand on my hip. "You don't get to fuck my face. Not yet." I groaned, my fists clenching in the couch cushions as she took me deeper, her lips stretching obscenely around my girth. She hummed, her tongue swirling along the underside as she bobbed slowly, her free hand cupping my balls. "F-fuck, Mina—your mouth feels—hnngh—" She pulled off with a pop, her lips glistening. "Mmhn~... Big and vocal," she teased, her thumb rubbing circles over my slit. "How many girls have gotten to taste this?" "None like you," I managed, my voice rough. Her smirk was downright wicked as she leaned back in, this time taking me deeper, her nose brushing my pelvis. "Good answer."

Mina’s plush lips stretched obscenely around the swollen head of my cock, her pink tongue pressing flat against the underside as she swirled it in slow, teasing rotations. A string of saliva connected her bottom lip to my shaft as she pulled back slightly, her dark eyes flickering up to meet mine—mischief swimming in those normally demure depths. “Mmmf~... So thick,” she murmured, the vibrations making my abs clench. Her slender fingers wrapped tighter around the base, squeezing just enough to make me groan. “You’re really all mine?”

I tangled my hand in her silky black hair, guiding her back down. “Every fucking inch.” She moaned—actually moaned—as she took me deeper this time, her throat fluttering around the intrusion. Her nose pressed into my pelvis, her lashes fluttering shut as she adjusted, her free hand gripping my thigh for balance. “F-fuck, Mina—” I hissed, my hips twitching upward instinctively. She gagged slightly but didn’t pull back, her throat clenching around me in a way that nearly made me see stars. When she finally came up for air, her lips were swollen, her chin glistening with spit. “T-teach me,” she panted, her voice wrecked already. “I want… mmh… I want to take it all.”

I groaned, tightening my grip in her hair. “You sure?” She nodded eagerly, her fingers trailing down to cradle my balls. “I’ve practiced,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing. “D-do you think… I just let myself stay inexperienced all this time?” That stunned me. Mina—shy, elegant Mina—had trained herself for this? Before I could process that mental image, she was sinking down again, this time tilting her head to let my cock slide past her tongue and straight into her tight throat. Her gag reflex kicked in immediately, her body jerking, but she forced herself to relax, her throat muscles fluttering around me in a way that made my toes curl.

“Holy shit,” I rasped, watching her tears bead at the corners of her eyes. She pulled off with a wet pop, coughing slightly before grinning up at me—feral and proud. “T-told you,” she gasped, rubbing her throat. “I have… hahh… toys.” I blinked. “Toys.” She licked her lips, her fingers trailing along my length. “Silicone ones. Big ones.” Her eyes darkened. “But none of them… mmf… tasted like you.” That did it. With a moan, I fisted her hair hard and yanked her forward, my cock sliding back into her throat in one brutal thrust. Mina choked, her nails digging into my thighs, but she didn’t fight me—no, her eyes rolled back, her throat convulsing as she let me fuck into it.

“That’s it,” I gritted out, setting a ruthless pace. “Take it. All of it.” Her nose buried into my pelvis with every thrust, her spit dripping down my balls as she struggled to breathe between strokes. The sounds—gagging, wet slurps, choked whimpers—were downright filthy. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening, but I wasn’t done yet. “Look at me,” I ordered, slowing just enough to let her gasp for air. Her teary eyes met mine, her lips bruised, her mascara smudged—ruined. “You like this?” I hissed, thrusting shallowly against her tongue.

She moaned around me, nodding desperately. “Then beg for my cum.” Her fingers dug into my thighs as she pulled off just enough to speak. “P-please,” she whimpered, her voice hoarse. “I—hahh—I want it… down my throat.” I lost control. My hips snapped forward, my cock pumping deep as I came in hot, thick spurts straight into her esophagus. Mina’s throat worked around me, her lips sealed tight as she swallowed every drop, her eyes watering but never looking away. When I finally pulled out, she gasped, spit and cum dripping from her lips as she panted. “F-fuck,” she rasped, licking her lips clean. “Bigger… than my toys…” I dragged her up into a filthy, open-mouthed kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. “And all yours,” I said with a smile.

Mina’s breath was still ragged from swallowing me down, her lips swollen and glossy with spit. But as soon as I pulled her onto the couch beside me, her hands immediately began wandering—sliding up my chest, tweaking a nipple, nails scraping down my abs. I caught her wrist just as her fingers teased the base of my oversensitive cock. “Oh no, princess,” I murmured, flipping us so she was pinned beneath me. “You don’t get to be greedy yet.” She whined, bucking her hips up, but I held her down firmly, my lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. “Y/N—hahh—this isn’t fair—” I groaned against her skin, sucking a bruise into the delicate slope of her breast. “No penetration. Just hands. Mouths. Teasing.” My teeth grazed her nipple, and she shrieked, back arching. “And you’re not coming once tonight…” I switched to her other breast, tonguing the stiff peak until her thighs clamped around my waist. “...you’re coming over and over.”

I started slow—agonizingly slow. Trapping one pert bud between my thumb and forefinger, I rolled it just shy of pain before sealing my lips over it, sucking hard enough to make her squirm. Mina’s fingers tangled in my hair, her hips rolling helplessly against nothing as I lavished attention on her perfect little tits. “Ah! Ngh~... T-the other one—please—” I smirked, flicking the neglected nipple with my tongue. “Beg prettier.” She sobbed, her back bowing off the couch. “S-suck my other nipple!”

Once her chest was a mess of bite marks and glistening spit, I slid down her body, pressing my bare cock against her inner thigh. The moment I started rocking against her, her breath caught—she could feel every thick inch dragging along her sensitive skin. “Hahh~... You—mmf!—you’re rubbing on me—” I whispered my tip catching on the soaked lace still tangled around her thighs. “Feel how hard you make me?” I ground harder, my pre-cum smearing her skin. “Imagine how tight you’d feel around me.” Her cunt pulsed, her slick coating my shaft as I fucked the crease of her thigh. I finally yanked her ruined panties aside (which somehow halfly on again) , my fingers sliding through her dripping folds—but not inside. Instead, I circled her clit in slow, maddening presses, my mouth latching onto her neck. “F-fuck! D-don’t stop—ah!” I didn’t. I edged her mercilessly, backing off every time her thighs started trembling. After the third time denying her, she snapped—her hand flying down to rub frantic circles over her clit. I caught her wrist hard. “Did I say you could touch?” Her eyes welled with frustrated tears. “Please—I’m so close—” I kissed her roughly before murmuring, “Then ask.”

Mina broke. “P-PLEASE LET ME COME!” I rewarded her by pinching her nipple hard while my thumb pressed down on her clit—just once. That was all it took. Her orgasm wrecked her—back arching, thighs clamping around my hand, her cunt pulsing as she sobbed through the waves. I kept my touch feather-light, dragging out every last spasm until she was a trembling, oversensitive mess beneath me. I pulled her into my arms, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead as she gasped for air. “Hahh~... Evil,” she mumbled, nuzzling into my chest. I chuckled coy. “And this is only preview”

The moment her orgasm faded into oversensitivity, Mina pushed me flat against the couch with surprising strength, her eyes glittering with mischief. "My turn," she purred, straddling my thighs while her nails trailed down my flushed chest. That damn ruined panties long discarded somewhere on the VIP room floor. "Mina—" I started, but she pressed a finger to my lips. "Shhh," she murmured, leaning down to lick a stripe up my neck. "I've watched you ruin me all night." Her teeth scraped my earlobe. "Now it's your turn to beg." Her lips found that spot just below my ear - the one that made my hips jerk uncontrollably. She sucked hard enough to bruise before trailing lower, her tongue swirling around my collarbone while her fingers pinched my nipples to stiff peaks. "F-fuck!" I hissed, my cock twitching against her thigh. "When did you—ah!—learn this?" Mina giggled - that fucking angelic sound contrasting with how her teeth sank into my pectoral. "I told you," she breathed against my skin, "I practiced."

Her hands slid down my torso, nails scraping lightly through the sweat-slicked trails between my abs. When she reached the V-line leading to my hips, she pressed her thumbs into the sensitive dips - hard. "These drove me crazy during last day when your t-shirt clung to," she confessed, licking a hot stripe along the defined muscle. "Every time it snugged you, i just imagined biting it ." She proved her point by sinking her teeth into the tender skin just above my hipbone. My back arched off the couch, cock throbbing painfully. Mina slid lower, kissing down my trembling thighs while deliberately avoiding where I needed her most. Her fingers traced the swollen veins of my cock without touching the head, her breath hot against my balls. "You're dripping," she observed, swiping her thumb through the bead of pre-cum. When she brought it to her lips, sucking it clean with a sinful pop, I nearly came from the sight alone. "F-fucking hell—" She smirked, kissing the inside of my knee. "Too much?" My throaty groan turned into a strangled moan as she suddenly licked a fat stripe from base to tip - then pulled away completely.

Mina's hand finally wrapped around me, stroking just slowly enough to drive me insane. Every time my hips bucked, she'd stop completely, blowing cool air across the wet head. "Mina... please—" "Please what?" She squeezed the base hard, preventing my release. I choked out: "Let me come." Her brown eyes darkened as she leaned close, her untouched lips brushing mine. "Not yet." When her thumb swiped over the frenulum in tight circles, I saw white - but she stopped again, leaving me trembling on the edge. After the fourth edged denial, tears pricked my eyes. Mina took pity - finally sealing her lips around the head while her fingers worked my length. The second I pulsed dangerously, she pulled off with a wet gasp, jerking me brutally until thick ropes of cum striped her chest and throat. "Hahh~... So much," she giggled, swiping a finger through the mess before sucking it clean. I could only groan, utterly wrecked.

The moment my release finished painting Mina’s chest, she collapsed forward against me, her sweat-slicked skin sticking to mine as her breath came in ragged, satisfied puffs against my neck. But even in her post-orgasmic haze, her fingers itched for control—trailing down my sternum, nails scraping lightly through the mess of cum on her own stomach before bringing her glistening fingertips to her lips. “Mmhn~... Salty,” she murmured, licking them clean with a slow drag of her tongue that made my spent cock twitch against her thigh. I chuckled breathlessly, brushing her damp bangs from her forehead. “You’re insatiable.” Mina’s answering grin was all Sharon—wicked and knowing—as she pushed herself up, straddling my hips with deliberate grace. The dim VIP room lights caught every elegant line of her ballerina frame: the delicate slope of her shoulders, the subtle ridges of her ribcage, the way her toned stomach quivered as she moved. “And you,” she purred, leaning down to nip at my jaw, “haven’t worshipped me nearly enough.”

My hands spanned her waist as I sat up, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. “Every inch of you is perfect,” I muttered against her skin, my thumbs brushing the undersides of her small, perfect breasts. Mina’s breath hitched as my lips closed around her left nipple, sucking just hard enough to make her thighs clamp around my hips. Her back arched beautifully, pressing more of herself into my mouth with a broken sigh. “Y-Y/N—hahh—t-that’s—” I pulled back, blowing cool air over the wet peak and watching it stiffen further. “That’s what, baby?”

Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my mouth back to her chest with a frustrated growl. “Don’t stop.” I obeyed—sucking, licking, biting—until her moans turned high and reedy. My hands slid down the elegant curve of her spine, tracing every dip and ridge of her ballerina-toned back before gripping her ass hard enough to make her yelp. “Fuck,” she panted, grinding down against my stomach. The heat of her soaked cunt scorched my skin even through the remnants of her skirt. “Your mouth—mmf—should be illegal.” I smirked against her breast, flicking the stiff peak with my tongue. “Says the woman riding me like a fucking bench.” Mina huffed, but the way her hips stuttered betrayed her. She was dripping, her arousal coating my abs in sticky streaks. When I squeezed her ass again, she gasped, her nails biting into my shoulders. “S-stop teasing,” she whined, her voice cracking. “Make me.”

Her eyes darkened. With startling strength, Mina shoved me flat against the couch and climbed me like I was hers to conquer. Her hands braced against my chest as she positioned herself above my cock, the swollen head brushing her slick entrance. “Look at me,” she demanded, her voice low and rough. I did. Her usually pristine ponytail was half-undone, dark strands sticking to her flushed cheeks. Her lips were kiss-swollen, her mascara smudged from earlier tears. She looked ruined—and furious about how much she loved it. “Mina—” I was stopped. “Sharon,” she corrected sharply, rolling her hips to smear my pre-cum against her clit. “When I’m like this—when I’m fucking you—you call me Sharon.” I groaned, my hands flying to her waist. “Then fuck me, Sharon.” She smirked—and sank down in one brutal bounce.

“HHHNN—!” Mina’s head tossed back, her spine bowing as she took me balls-deep on the first try. Her walls clenched viscously around me, her thighs trembling from the stretch. “F-fuuck—so big—” I saw stars, my grip on her hips turning bruising. “G-god—you’re fucking tight—” She didn’t wait for me to adjust—didn’t care about the burn. With a snarl, she rocked up, lifting herself until just the tip remained inside before slamming back down. “Ah! AH! Y/N—f-fuck—!” Her rhythm was erratic, desperate, her cunt gripping me like a vice with every bounce. I let her use me—let her chase her pleasure on my cock like she’d been starving for it. Because she had. “Mmngh~... Knew you’d—hahh—f-feel this good,” she panted, her nails raking down my chest. “The last night—ah!—with just my fingers—”

The mental image of Mina—pristine, perfect Mina—fucking herself raw in TWICE's dorm bathroom thinking of me? My hips snapped up to meet her next drop, burying myself to the hilt. Mina screeched, her thighs clamping around me as her walls pulsed. “N-not yet,” she begged, slapping my chest weakly. “W-want more—” I flipped us without warning, pinning her beneath me on the couch.

Mina's back arched off the couch like a bowstring when I bottomed out inside her, her breath catching in a silent scream as her fingers scrambled for purchase against my sweat-slicked shoulders. I felt it—the way her tight little cunt fluttered around me, struggling to adjust to the sheer girth splitting her open. "S-shit—hahh—Y/N, wait—" Her nails dug crescent moons into my skin as she clenched around me, her thighs trembling violently against my hips. "I-I can feel you—fuck—in my stomach—" And god, she wasn't kidding. The way her velvety walls clung to me, the way her cervix kissed the tip of my cock with every shallow grind—fuck, I could see the subtle bulge in her lower abdomen where I stretched her to the limit. I groaned, dropping my forehead against hers as I forced myself to stay still. "Breathe, baby," I muttered, brushing her damp bangs from her eyes. "Just breathe through it."... Mina whined, her hips twitching involuntarily—whether to pull away or pull me deeper, even she didn't seem to know. Then—"...Move," she gasped, her voice wrecked. I hesitated. "You sure?" Her legs locked around my waist like a vice, her eyes burning into mine. "I said," she gritted out, "move."

I pulled out slowly, watching with rapt fascination as her swollen pussy clung to me, trying desperately to keep me inside. The second only the tip remained, I slammed back in—hard. Mina shrieked, her back bowing off the couch as her fingers flew to her mouth, biting down on her own knuckles to muffle the noise."F-fuck—fuck—!" she sobbed around her fingers, her walls convulsing around me. "I-It's—ah!—t-too much—!" I didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Not when her cunt was dripping around me, not when her thighs were shaking with every brutal thrust, not when her tits bounced with every snap of my hips—small, perfect, glistening with sweat. "You take me so fucking good," I rumbled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as I pounded into her. "Look at you—fuck—made for this cock." Mina's eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her orgasm crested—Then crashed over her like a fucking tsunami.

"Y-Y/N—I-I'M—!" Her warning came half a second before her cunt clamped down on me like a vice, her thighs jerking wildly as her hips stuttered against mine. Then— Splash. A hot gush of liquid soaked my pelvis, the couch cushions, everything as Mina squirted for the first time in her life—her scream piercing the air as her body locked up in mind-shattering ecstasy. "HHHNNNGGH—!" Her back arched impossibly high, her fingers clawing at my arms as wave after wave of her release drenched us both. And god, the feel of it—her convulsing walls milking me, the heat of her soaking my thighs, the way her eyes glazed over with sheer, unfiltered pleasure— Fuck. I was gone.

My hips stuttered erratically as my climax tore through me—deeper, harder than anything I'd ever felt. Thick ropes of cum pumped into her trembling cunt, filling her to the brim until it overflowed, spilling hot and sticky between our joined bodies. Mina whimpered weakly when she felt it, her oversensitive walls fluttering around my still-pulsing cock. "Nngh~... S-so full..." I collapsed atop her, my spent body shaking as I struggled to catch my breath. Beneath me, Mina was a mess—hair plastered to her face, mascara smeared, her ruined pussy still clenching weakly around me as if trying to keep every last drop inside.

"Holy shit," I rasped, pressing a sloppy kiss to her parted lips. Mina giggled—actually fucking giggled—her voice hoarse and ruined. "T-told you..." she mumbled, nuzzling into my neck. "N-none of my toys... mmf... f-felt like that." It took us a solid ten minutes to untangle ourselves—partly because neither of us could move, partly because Mina whined every time I tried to pull out, her thighs locking around me like a boa constrictor. When I finally managed to lift myself off her, the sight that greeted me was downright obscene: Her pussy was swollen, her inner thighs glistening with a mix of cum and her own slick. Her lower stomach was slightly rounded—still stretched from how deep I'd been. Her nipples were bruised from my mouth, her collarbone littered with love bites. And the smug little smile on her face? Priceless.

The moment Mina's delicate fingers pressed against her swollen lower lips, parting herself just enough for me to see— "Look," she murmured, voice still wrecked from screaming, "how much you filled me." A thick ribbon of my cum dripped obscenely from her twitching entrance, pooling on the ruined VIP couch beneath us. My throat closed at the sight—at the sound—of her finger scooping up a generous amount, bringing it to those pristine, idol-perfect lips. "Mmf~..." She sucked her finger clean with a slow drag of her tongue, her dark eyes locking onto mine. "Salty... warm..." Fuck. I was blushing—actually fucking blushing—like some virgin teenager watching his first porn. This was Mina. Myoui Mina. TWICE's elegant ice princess, the ballet-trained visual who made fans swoon with just a tilt of her head. And here she was, slurping my cum off her fingers like it was fucking dessert.

"Y-you—" I rasped, my spent cock twitching against my thigh. "—are insane." Mina just giggled, stretching languidly beneath me like a satisfied cat, her legs still spread wide, her glistening cunt on full display. "Mmmhn~... You like it," she purred, her toes brushing up my calf. "Seeing your Mina be a slut just for you~..." Her hip rolled, another gush of cum seeping out with the movement—a filthy, audible squelch that made my gut clench. "Yeah?" I managed, dragging my thumb through the mess on her inner thigh. "Then why's your face redder than a fucking tomato?" That wiped the smirk right off her face. Her hands flew to her cheeks, her eyes widening in horror. "I-I am not—!" "Uh-huh," I chuckled, leaning down to lick a stripe up her trembling stomach, savoring the mix of salt and her. "Keep telling yourself that, Sharon." Mina squeaked, her back arching when my tongue dipped into her navel. "Y-Y/N—ah!—s-stop teasing—!" I grinned "Make me."

Mina huffed, pushing at my shoulders until I reluctantly let her sit up. Her movements were shaky, her thighs sticky with sweat and cum, but that didn't stop her from leaning over the edge of the couch—ass up—to rummage through her discarded purse. Even ruined, even messy—her ass was art. Petite but perfectly rounded, the kind that looked innocent in cute shorts but sinful naked, with just enough jiggle to make my mouth water. And those dimples at the base of her spine? Fuck me. "Ah! Found it~" Mina's triumphant murmur snapped me out of my haze. She turned back to me, holding up a small bottle of clear lube with a devilish grin. "Stole it from Chaeyoung's bag last day." I blinked. "...Why?" Her grin turned sheepish. "...I may have... planned this." Oh..Oh..... My cock throbbed.

Mina crawled into my lap with purpose, her damp skin sliding against mine as she pressed the bottle into my palm. "I trust you," she whispered, her teeth nibbling my earlobe.��"But go slow... It's my... first time." Fuck. My grip on the lube tightened. "Mina," I muttered, cupping her cheek. "We don't have to—"

"I want to," she interrupted, her voice firm. Then, softer: "...With you." That did it. I kissed her—deep—before nudging her onto her stomach, my palm rubbing soothing circles over the curve of her ass. "Breathe," I reminded her, popping the cap on the lube. "And relax." The second the first slick finger circled her tight rim, Mina whimpered, her face burying into the couch cushions. "Hahh~... C-cold..." "Shhh," I soothed, pressing a kiss to the small of her back as I eased the tip inside. "That's it... good girl..." Mina's breath hitched, her toes curling when I slid in to the first knuckle. "O-oh—fuck—"

I worked her agonizingly slow—one finger, then two, crooking them just enough to make her jolt. "Ngh! W-wait—ah!—right there—!" Her back arched, her hips pushing back against my hand as her walls fluttered around my fingers. "Y-Y/N—I—mmf!" "I know," I groaned, watching her ass clench around my thrusting fingers. "Fuck, look at you... taking me so well..." Mina whined, her hand flying between her legs—rubbing her soaked clit in frantic circles as I stretched her. "Hahh~... M-more—please—!" I added a third finger. Her scream was priceless.

Mina's back arched like a strung bow when my third finger sank knuckle-deep into her tight heat, her breath hitching in a way that made my cock throb against her thigh. "Ngh~... Y-Y/N—" Her fingers clawed at the couch cushions, her ass pushing back against my hand like she couldn't decide whether to flee or beg for more. I shushed her gently, my free hand rubbing soothing circles over the dimples at the base of her spine. "Relax, baby," I murmured, pressing a kiss to the curve of her hip. "Just breathe for me." Mina whined, her thighs trembling as I scissored my fingers slowly, the lube-slick squelches obscenely loud in the quiet VIP room. "F-fuck—it's—ah!—so much—"

"But you're taking it so well," I praised, curling my fingers just so— "HHH—!" Her entire body jolted, her cunt gushing against my wrist as her rim fluttered around my digits. "Y-YOU—MMF!—CHEATER—!" I chuckled, nuzzling the sweat-damp skin of her lower back. "Just prepping you, princess." Mina twisted beneath me, her dark eyes blazing with something between outrage and lust as she glared over her shoulder.

"You—hahh—bastard," she panted, her cheeks flushed. "I felt that—mmf—everywhere." I grinned, giving her ass a light smack that made her yelp. "Good." Her answering growl was downright feral as she shoved me onto my back, climbing over me with predatory grace. "My turn," she purred, her fingers trailing down my chest before wrapping around my aching cock. "Look at you... throbbing just from fingering me..." Her grip was perfect—tight enough to sting, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip with maddening precision.

"M-Mina—" "Sharon," she corrected sharply, her hips grinding against my thigh as she stroked me. "Say it." I groaned, my hands flying to her waist. "Sharon—fuck—" She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear. "You really think you're ready for this ass?" Her teeth nipped my lobe. "For my tight little virgin hole?" My hips bucked uncontrollably, my cock pulsing in her fist. Mina laughed—that bright, idol-perfect laugh that made ONCEs swoon—before shoving me back down. "Didn't think so," she teased, reaching for the lube again.

The second my cockhead brushed her puckered rim, Mina froze, her breath coming in shallow pants. "Hahh~... O-okay," she whispered, her fingers digging into my thighs. "Now." I groaned, my grip on her hips tightening as I pushed in—slow—watching with rapt fascination as her body stretched to accommodate me. "F-fuck—fuck—" Mina tossed her head back, her nails scoring my skin as her rim clenched viscously around the intrusion. "S-so big—ah!—hnngh~..."

God damn. The heat—the pressure—it was suffocating, her walls fluttering around me like a live thing. "Mina—fuck—breathe," I gritted out, my knuckles white from restraint. She nodded frantically, her chest heaving as she forced herself to relax—inch by agonizing inch—until I was sheathed to the hilt. "Hahh~... O-oh my god," she whimpered, her thighs quaking. "I-I can feel you—mmf!—everywhere—" I groaned, my forehead dropping against her shoulder. "You—fuck—you feel unreal."

Mina rolled her hips experimentally, her gasp punching from her lungs when my cock dragged against her walls. "AH! Y-Y/N—wait—!" I stilled immediately, my hands rubbing soothing circles over her trembling back. "Too much?" She shook her head, her fingers tangling in my hair as she panted against my neck. "N-no... J-just... different..." Different. Fuck. I kissed her—deep—before gripping her hips firmly. "Tell me," I murmured against her lips. "Tell me when you're ready." Mina nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as she adjusted—her inner muscles clenching and unclenching around me in a way that made my vision white out. Then—"Move," she whispered. I obeyed.

Mina yelped when I flipped her onto her hands and knees, her ass high in the air as I mounted her from behind. "Hahh~... S-so deep—!" Her voice broke as I pounded into her with slow, purposeful thrusts, the squelch of lube and skin echoing in the quiet room. God. The view—her slender slim frame bowed beneath me, her spine curving elegantly as her ass rippled with every impact—it was obscene.

My Mina... taking my cock like a good girl..." Mina moaned, her fingers clawing at the couch as her head tossed back. "Y-Y/N—ah!—harder—!" I snarled, my hips snapping forward with brutal force—"HHHNNGH—!" Her scream was piercing, her walls clenching vice-like around me as her body convulsed in pleasure.

The sharp slap of flesh against flesh reverberated through the VIP room as I snapped my hips forward, burying every thick inch of myself into Mina’s clenching heat. Her answering cry was muffled into the couch cushions, her fingers twisting desperately into the fabric as her back arched—every muscle in her petite frame taut like a bowstring. "F-fuck! Y-Y/N—AH!—t-too deep—!"

I said, my grip on her hips ironclad. "You begged for this," I reminded her, pulling out agonizingly slow before slamming back in, the wet squelch of lube and tight muscle obscenely loud. "You wanted me to ruin this tight little ass, didn’t you, Sharon?" Mina’s choked sob twisted into something filthy, her walls pulsing around me as she ground back against my relentless thrusts. "Y-yes—ngh!—god, yes—!"

Her voice shattered when my palm cracked down on her right ass cheek, the sharp smack sending ripples through her perfect skin. Her body jolted, her cunt gushing against my thigh where she was pressed into the couch. "MORE!" she screamed, her nails tearing at the leather beneath her. Who knew Myoui Mina—TWICE’s poised, elegant visual—could be this much of a whore when wrecked on cock?

Just as Mina’s thighs started to quake, her breaths coming in shattered gasps, I stopped—my cock twitching inside her but not moving an inch. "W-what—Y/N!" she screeched, her head whipping back to glare at me with murder in her eyes. I smirked, dragging my thumb down the sweat-slick dip of her spine. "Too easy," I murmured, leaning down to bite the curve of her shoulder. "You don’t get to come yet."

Mina whined, her hips jerking back uselessly—but before she could protest further, my finger was pressing against her dripping cunt, circling her swollen clit with just enough pressure to make her sob. "Ah! AH! N-no—!" Her back arched, her toes curling against the couch as pleasure racked her body—but I denied her again, pulling my hand away the second her thighs started to shake. "BASTARD!" she howled, her voice raw with frustration. I chuckled darkly, my cock throbbing inside her as I watched her squirm. "Patience, princess."

Then—without warning—I sank two fingers knuckle-deep into her sopping cunt, curling them just right against that spongy spot inside her. Mina screeched, her entire body locking up as her ass clamped down on my cock like a vice. "AGGHHH—!!" "Fuck," I groaned, my vision blurring at the edges from the pressure—the heat—of being sandwiched between her dual walls. "You’re strangling me, baby."

Mina couldn’t answer—too busy gasping like a drowning woman, her face flushed, her lips parted in a silent scream. So I moved. Slowly at first—dragging my fingers in and out of her cunt in time with the shallow rolls of my hips—letting her feel every inch of me in both holes. Then—harder. Fast—pistoning into her ass while my fingers hammered her G-spot with ruthless precision. Mina broke. "AH! AH! F-FUCK! I—HNNGH!—I CAN’T—!" Her thighs trembled, her cunt gushing around my fingers as her ass milked my cock with desperate pulses. But I wasn’t done. "Look at you," I rasped, my voice rough with strain as I chased my own pleasure inside her. "My Mina—fucking impaled on me—both ways—"

Mina whimpered, her nails scoring the couch as her entire body convulsed—her orgasm ripping through her with brutal force. But I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Not when her walls were fluttering around me like a dying thing, not when her screams had turned hoarse and broken, not when her cunt was dripping down my wrist—"Y-Y/N! P-PLEASE—I CAN’T—MMF!—TOO MUCH—!" I gritted my teeth, my thrusts turning erratic as my own climax crested— The moment Mina's body locked up beneath me, her muscles seizing like a live wire, I knew she was done for.

Her back arched violently, her shoulder blades jutting sharply as her cunt flooded around my fingers—hot, relentless pulses of fluid soaking my hand, the couch, everything. "HHHNNNGGH—!!" Her scream pierced my eardrums, raw and shattered, her fingers clawing at the leather cushions like she was trying to escape the pleasure wracking her body. But I didn't let her.

My fingers curled, pressing ruthlessly against her G-spot as my cock pounded into her ass with brutal, animalistic thrusts—each snap of my hips forcing another gush from her overstimulated cunt. "AGH! AH! N-NO—!" Mina screeched, her voice breaking as her thighs trembled uncontrollably. "T-TOO MUCH—PLEASE—!" But fuck—I was gone. The way her ass clenched around me—desperate, rippling—like it was milking me for everything I had— "F-FUCK!" My vision whited out as my fingers dug deeper, my cock bottoming out inside her with a wet slap—And then— SPLASH. Mina squirted again—harder this time—a torrent of liquid gushing out in three violent spurts, drenching my thighs, the couch, everything within reach.

Her body jolted like she'd been electrocuted, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her back arched off the couch completely—her ass clamping down vice-like around my cock as her orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave. "HHHNNNGGH—!!!" She was convulsing—actually convulsing—her toes curling, her nails scoring the leather beneath her, her eyes rolling back as her body shook like a leaf in the wind.

And I—I lost it. My hips stuttered, my cock pulsing deep inside her as my own climax slammed into me with blinding force—But before I could spill—Mina collapsed forward, her body going limp against the couch as her breaths came in shaky, broken gasps. Fuck. She was wrecked. "Mina?" I rasped, my voice hoarse from strain. No answer—just the weak twitch of her fingers against the ruined leather.

I pulled out slowly, my cock dripping with a mix of lube and her as Mina whimpered at the loss. Her ass gaped slightly—red, used, stretched—her rim fluttering weakly as if begging for me to fill her again. Her cunt wasn’t better—puffy, swollen, soaking—her thighs shiny with a mix of squirt and cum. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I dragged my fingers through the mess, collecting a glob of her release before bringing it to my lips. Salty. Sweet. Addicting.

Mina stirred weakly, her dark eyes fluttering open as she watched me suck my fingers clean. "P-pervert," she whispered, her voice raw from screaming. I grinned, leaning down to kiss her trembling lips. "Your pervert." She huffed—but the way her fingers twisted into my hair said otherwise.

Mina's fingers trailed lazily through the mess on her stomach, her chest still rising and falling in uneven bursts as she tried to catch her breath. The VIP room smelled like sex and sweat, the leather couch beneath us ruined beyond repair—not that either of us cared. "Fuck," she muttered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I think you broke me." I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her damp shoulder. "You asked for it."

She turned her head just enough to glare at me, her dark eyes still glazed with pleasure. "I asked for you to fuck me, not rearrange my insides." I couldn't help but laugh, my fingers tracing idle patterns over her hip. "Same difference." Mina huffed, but there was no real annoyance behind it—just exhaustion and something dangerously close to affection. Her fingers, still sticky, poked at my chest.

"You're lucky I like you," she murmured, her smirk lazy but eyes softer now. "Or I'd have to report you to JYP for sexual harassment." She punctuated the threat by dragging her nail down my sternum, leaving a faint pink trail against my sweat-damp skin. I caught her wrist, pressing her palm flat against my chest where she could feel my heartbeat—still rabbiting from the aftershocks. "You'd miss me too much," I countered, grinning when she tried (and failed) to suppress a shiver as my thumb circled her pulse point.

"Tch. Arrogant," she muttered, but the way her legs tangled with mine betrayed her. One of her feet slid up my calf, her toes curling against my skin like a cat kneading for comfort. "...Maybe a little."

Her free hand traced the bite marks she’d left on my shoulder earlier, her touch feather-light. "Next time," she began, her voice dropping to that throaty register that never failed to make my stomach clench, "I'm riding your face until you choke on me. Payback for… all this." She gestured vaguely at the wreckage of the couch, her own ruined thighs, the lube bottle still rolling near the edge.

Mina snorted, but her fingers tightened in my hair, holding me in I barked out a laugh, pulling her closer until her nose bumped my collarbone. "Promises, promises, Sharon." place as she tilted her head up. Her kiss was slow—sticky with leftover strawberry gloss and something saltier—and when she pulled back, her smirk was pure sin. "Just wait."

Mina’s fingers trailed down my chest, her nails scraping lightly over my abs before wrapping around my half-hard cock with a knowing squeeze. "Y/N," she purred, her voice still wrecked from screaming, "I need you to fuck me again."

I groaned, my hips jerking into her grip instinctively. "Christ, Mina—give me a second to recover." She tsked, her thumb swiping over the head of my cock, smearing the pre-cum beading there. "Tzuyu’s new producer boy friend fucks her like this all the time," she murmured, leaning down to lick a stripe up my shaft. "Prone bone. Deep. Says it hits everything inside her."

My fingers twisted in her hair, tugging just enough to make her moan around me. "You’re jealous?" Mina giggled, the vibration thrumming through my cock as she took me deeper, her tongue flattening against the vein underneath. "Mmmhn~... Maybe," she admitted, pulling off with a filthy pop. "But mostly I just want to feel you ruin me like that." Her lips wrapped around me again, sucking with lethal precision, her free hand cupping my balls and rolling them gently. "Fuck—Mina—" She pulled off, her lips glossy with spit, her eyes dark. "I want your cum in my ass this time," she whispered, her fingers pumping me slowly. "All of it. Dripping out of me when we’re done." fuck. I was hard again in seconds.

Mina ushered me up from the couch with a push, her hands roaming over my chest as she backed toward the cushions. "On my stomach, right?" she murmured, her voice laced with something giddy. I nodded, my cock throbbing as she turned, presenting herself to me—ass still slightly reddened from my earlier pounding, her back a smooth, unbroken line of pale skin.

"Fuck," I breathed, my hands gripping her hips. "You’re beautiful." Mina glanced over her shoulder, her smirk wicked. "I know," she teased, arching her back just enough to make her cheeks part slightly. "Now ruin me." I groaned, my cock leaking as I positioned myself behind her, the tip pressing against her flushed rim. "Relax," I murmured, my thumb rubbing circles into her hip.

Mina huffed, her fingers clenching in the couch cushions. "Just fuck me alrea—AH!" Her shriek pierced the air as I sank into her tight heat, her walls clenching viciously around me. "HOLY—!" Her back arched, her nails scoring the leather beneath her. "F-FUCK! DEEPER—!" I obeyed, my hips slamming forward until I was buried to the hilt, my groin pressed flush against her ass. "Fuck," I growled, my vision blurring at the pressure. "You’re still so tight—" Mina whined, her thighs trembling as she pushed back against me. "MOVE—PLEASE—!"

I pulled out slowly, watching with rapt fascination as her rim clung to me, stretched and shiny with lube. Then—slammed back in. Mina screeched, her body jolting forward with the force of it, her face burying into the couch. "AH! AH! Y-Y/N—FUCK—!" Prone bone was different—deeper—the angle letting me pound into her with brutal precision, each thrust grinding my cock against every nerve inside her. "T-TOO MUCH—!" Mina sobbed, her fingers clawing at the cushions. "I-I FEEL YOU—EVERYWHERE—!"

I groaned, my hands digging into her hips as I chased my own pleasure, my thrusts turning erratic. "Fuck—Mina—you’re squeezing me so good—" Her ass clenched around me, her walls fluttering desperately as her orgasm crept up on her. "I-I’M—HNNGH!—"

I leaned over her, my chest pressing into her back as I pounded into her harder, my lips brushing her ear. "Come for me, princess," I growled. "Let me feel it." Mina screamed, her body locking up as her orgasm ripped through her—her cunt gushing beneath her, her ass milking me viciously. "F-FUCK!" I snarled, my hips stuttering as my own climax crept up on me— The violent slap of skin on skin echoed through the VIP room as I pounded into Mina’s ass with reckless abandon, the force of my thrusts making the entire leather couch bounce and creak beneath us. Every snap of my hips drove my cock deeper into her tight heat, the angle of prone bone letting me reach places inside her that had her screeching within seconds.

"G-GOD—!" Mina wailed, her face buried into the couch cushions as her fingers clawed desperately at the leather. "F-FUCK—Y/N—IT’S—AH!—TOO DEEP—!" Her ass clenched around me like a vice, her slick walls fluttering wildly as I bottomed out inside her with each brutal thrust. "You asked for this," I growled, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips hard enough to bruise. "You wanted me to ruin you like this, didn’t you, princess?" Mina nodded furiously, her voice breaking into a sob as I angled my hips just right—

"HHHNNGH—!!" Her back arched violently, her toes curling against the couch as a second orgasm ripped through her—her cunt gushing beneath her, her ass milking my cock with desperate pulses. "Y-YES! FUCK! JUST LIKE THAT!" she screamed, her thighs trembling wildly. "D-DON’T STOP—PLEASE—!" I groaned, my vision whiting out at the feeling of her walls crushing me as I chased my own release, my thrusts turning frantic.

Mina twisted beneath me, her nails scoring down my forearms as she glared over her shoulder, her dark eyes glazed with pleasure and challenge. "Harder," she demanded, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I know you can fuck me better than Tzuyu’s producer."

My hips snapped forward with brutal force, making her yelp as her body jolted forward. "That what you want?" I growled, my fingers gripping her hair and yanking her head back. "You want me to own this ass more than anyone ever has?" Mina moaned, her lips parting in a broken gasp. "YES—FUCK—YES!"

Her words were fuel—pure, unfiltered lust—and I used them, pounding into her with renewed ferocity, the couch squeaking obscenely beneath us. "TELL ME," I snarled, my cock throbbing as her walls clenched vice-like around me. "Tell me whose ass this is." Mina whimpered, her entire body quaking as I drilled into her relentlessly. "YOURS—AH!—IT’S YOURS—!" "Damn right," I growled, my thrusts turning erratic as my release crept up on me.

I buried myself deep inside her with one final thrust, my front pressed flush against her back as my cock pulsed violently, filling her ass with thick, heavy ropes of cum. "F-FUCK!" Mina screeched, her body locking up as her walls fluttered wildly around me. "I-I FEEL IT—AH!—SO HOT—!" I groaned, my hips jerking spasmodically as I spilled everything inside her, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks.

When I finally pulled out—slowly, agonizingly—Mina whimpered, her rim gaping slightly, a thick stream of my cum dripping obscenely from her used hole. "Look at that," I murmured, dragging my finger through the mess before pushing it back inside her, making her jolt. "My cum deep in your ass." Mina shivered, her eyes fluttering shut as she collapsed onto the couch, completely wrecked. "Worth it," she breathed, her smirk sluggish but smug.

Mina shivered as she slowly pushed herself up on trembling arms, her back still glistening with sweat. With a slow, deliberate motion, she turned her head to glance over her shoulder—and then, with a devilish smirk, she spread her ass cheeks apart with both hands.

"Oops~," she giggled, her voice still breathy and wrecked, but laced with that angelic lilt that made my spent cock twitch against my thigh. "Someone really filled me up, didn’t they?"

Fuck.

A thick stream of cum spilled out of her, dripping down her inner thighs in glossy rivulets, the sheer volume of it making my stomach tighten with possessive pride.

"Look at that," I murmured, reaching out to drag my fingers through the mess, collecting a glob of my own release before smearing it back over her reddened rim. "You’re dripping."

Mina moaned, her hips twitching as my fingers pressed just inside her, teasing her loosened hole. "Mmmh~... Someone got carried away," she teased, her dark eyes glittering with mischief.

I chuckled, leaning down to kiss the base of her spine, my tongue lapping up a stray drop of cum. "You begged for it."

She huffed, but the way her thighs squeezed together betrayed her. "I did," she admitted, her voice dropping to a filthy whisper. "And I’d do it again."

Mina shifted, rolling onto her side with a soft whine, her legs still trembling slightly. "Y/N~," she pouted, her fingers tracing idle patterns over her own stomach. "You made a mess."

I grinned, crawling over her and pinning her beneath me, my cock—already stirring again—pressing against her thigh. "You loved it."

She giggled, her nails scraping lightly down my chest. "Maybe~," she admitted, before her expression turned wicked. "But now you have to clean me up."

Fuck.

I didn’t hesitate.

My tongue dragged up the inside of her thigh, collecting every drop of cum that had dripped down her skin, the salt and bitterness of my own release mingling with the sweetness of her sweat.

Mina gasped, her back arching as my lips closed around her clit, sucking gently. "AH! Y-Y/N—not fair—!"

I pulled back just enough to grin up at her. "You said clean you up."

She groaned, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me back down. "Cheater."

By the time I was done, Mina was panting again, her thighs clamped around my head as she trembled through another small climax.

"F-fuck," she breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "You’re insatiable."

I licked my lips, crawling back up her body to kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. "And you," I murmured against her lips, "are perfect."

Mina smiled, her fingers tracing my jaw. "Next time," she whispered, her voice dark with promise, "I’m riding your face until you choke."

Fuck.

I groaned, my cock throbbing against her hip. "Deal."

Mina’s fingers tapped lazily against her phone screen, the click of the camera shutter echoing in the quiet of the VIP room as she lifted her arm to snap a shameless selfie—both of us still gloriously naked, sprawled across the ruined couch, my cum dripping obscenely down her inner thigh as she smirked at the lens.

"Smile, oppa~," she teased, her free hand patting my cheek before zooming in just enough to capture the mess between her legs.

I blinked, still catching my breath, my eyebrows furrowing in adorable confusion. "Uh. Why?"

Mina giggled, her thumb hovering over the send button—Chaeyoung’s contact already pulled up. "Because," she chirped, her voice sing-song, "our little Chaengie has been bragging nonstop about her crush lately—mocking me for being single." She pouted, but her eyes glittered with pure mischief. "Now she’ll see who actually has the better man~."

My jaw dropped. "You’re not seriously—"

Sent.

The whoosh of the message flying into cyberspace was deafening.

"Oops?" Mina bat her lashes, tossing her phone aside before snuggling into my chest with a satisfied sigh. "Too late~."

I groaned, dragging a hand down my face—but I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me when her phone buzzed seconds later with Chaeyoung’s all-caps response:

"WHAT THE FUCK MY EYES??????"

Mina just cackled, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. "Worth it."

Soft silence blanketed the room. The hum of computers and muffled gaming downstairs felt like background noise in a world that now only existed between Mina and me.

The air was still heavy with heat. Clothes had long been forgotten in a whirlwind of kisses and tangled limbs. The once pristine couch now felt like a soft cradle to something unexpected, something beautifully intense.

I sat at the edge now, slowly pulling my shirt back on, but my eyes wandered back to her.

Mina lay under a thin blanket (from where, i dont know), her long black hair tousled and falling over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, lips still swollen from our kisses. She was watching me with that sleepy, satisfied gaze, like a cat basking in warmth.

"You should come with a warning label, you know," she murmured, voice husky but playful.

I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? What would it say?"

She stretched slowly, wincing slightly before laughing. "Caution: dangerously well-endowed. May cause sore thighs and addictive kissing tendencies."

I blinked. Then I laughed, nearly choking on my own breath. "Mina!"

She gave me a lazy grin, her eyes full of mischief. "Hey, I’m just stating facts. My whole body aches, but in a good way. A very good way."

I stood up, walking over to her side with a faint shake of my head. "You're unbelievable."

"So are you." She gently reached for my hand. "But unless you want to explain to the staff why we’re both half-naked up here, I think we should get dressed."

I gave a breathy chuckle. "Fair point."

Reaching for her clothes first, I began the quiet task of helping her dress again. It wasn’t awkward—it felt intimate, like I was tending to something fragile, something sacred.

I picked up her undergarments first, glancing her way.

"Mind if I…?" I asked softly.

Mina gave a faint nod, her cheeks a soft shade of pink now.

I crouched slightly, helping her into the lacy set she had folded earlier in her bag. My hands were gentle, reverent, careful not to linger too long out of respect—even if part of me ached to. Mina watched me with calm eyes, the corner of her lips twitching.

"You’re so focused," she teased quietly. "Is this how you are with everything?"

I chuckled. "Only when it’s someone important."

A flush rose on her cheeks again as she leaned back to let me zip up her skirt, then helped guide her arms through the sleeves of her fitted navy top.

Once she was dressed, she rose to her feet, smoothing out the wrinkles on her skirt and glancing in the mirror.

"I don’t think I can walk in a straight line just yet," she muttered under her breath.

I laughed quietly, grabbing my jacket as I pulled on my pants. "You’re really not going to let me live this down, huh?"

Mina walked toward me, adjusting the strap of her shoulder bag. "Absolutely not. I plan to remind you regularly. And maybe…" she leaned in, whispering near my ear, "make sure there’s a next time too."

I swallowed hard, fighting a grin. "You’re dangerous."

She kissed the side of my jaw. "You like dangerous."

I shook my head, helping her adjust her sunglasses before brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're my kind of dangerous."

And just like that, we were once again clothed, composed—but the air around us felt different. Charged. Changed.

We weren’t just two people in a hidden lounge anymore. We were something else now.

Still tangled on the couch, Mina leaned into my chest, her fingers drawing slow, lazy circles across my shirt as her breath evened out. My jacket had been tossed over us like some weak excuse for a blanket, and her white platform shoes lay forgotten near the PC tower.

Just when I thought the mood was winding down into a peaceful lull…

Ping.

My phone buzzed somewhere nearby. I instinctively reached over to check it—only to freeze when I saw the screen.

[Chaeyoung 🐯: “WHAT THE HELL #2 ???”]

Attached? Another photo. A selfie. Of us. Just taken.

Bare shoulders. Tangled hair. Mina's smirk. Me looking absolutely dazed and ruined, cheek resting against hers. There was a visible blanket covering some of us, but not enough.

"Mina!" I practically yelped, eyes wide, holding the phone up. "Why the hell did you send this to Chaeyoung?! Are you trying to give her a heart attack?!"

Mina just giggled softly against me, looking way too proud of herself.

"Relax, Oppa," she said smoothly, pulling my arm back around her waist. "It’s just a tease. She’s the least likely to spill something serious—and besides..." she tilted her head, brushing her lips against my cheek, "I wanted someone to know I had a very good night."

"You call that 'a good night'?" I groaned, flopping back dramatically. "She’s going to blackmail me for this until I’m in a grave. You know she will. I’m going to be called ‘chaotic couple content’ in TWICE’s group chat for the rest of my life."

Mina laughed again, that beautiful, breathy laugh that made all my irritation melt like butter on a summer day.

"Then you better live a long life, babe. We’ve got more chaos coming."

I groaned into my palms. "You’re evil."

"And yet…" she gently lifted my hand, kissing my knuckles with a smirk, "you still adore me."

She wasn’t wrong.

There was a beat of silence where I let myself just look at her—long straight hair, lips swollen from our kisses, her eyes shining with that strange mix of peace, danger, and fondness. And in that moment, tangled with her and half dressed, the world didn’t feel so overwhelming.

Mina tilted her head after a few seconds, breaking the silence.

"So, wanna go to your café?"

I blinked. "Right now?"

She nodded, her hand slipping into mine. "Mm-hmm. I want coffee. I want something sweet. I want…" she hesitated, then leaned closer, whispering, "to sit next to you in a place that’s all yours. Ours."

I didn’t even have to think. "I’ll close it down for us. Private reservation. You, me, and an entire café’s worth of desserts."

Her smile grew, and it wasn’t flirty this time—it was soft. Pure. Like she had something fragile in her chest and only I was allowed to see it.

And then she dropped the final bomb with casual ease, brushing her hair back and standing up, fixing her skirt like nothing life-altering just happened.

"Let’s go, boyfriend."

I sat there dumbfounded.

Did she just—?

Did she just label me?

“Boyfriend?” I muttered under my breath, heart rate skyrocketing.

She turned back with a wink. "Don’t make me say it twice."

I scrambled up, jacket in hand, trying to hide the stupid grin tugging at my lips.

Mina Myoui had just called me her boyfriend.

God help me, I’d follow her out that door and into the apocalypse.

(A/N: She is too pretty. I can't help it)

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. reposted from wp!

genre. fluff + crack

ft. tooru oikawa, yuji terushima, atsumu + osamu miya, shigeru yahaba, keiji akaashi, shoyo hinata

gender neutral! reader

➫    𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔   𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ sleepovers with oikawa are wILD LIKE GIRL GET READY OMG —

⌗ lots of snacks and y'all would bake cookies together after running to like, walmart in pajamas

⌗ cuz you guys have sleepovers so offen you practically have clothes at each other's houses. oikawa has matching alien pajamas for y'all istg — imagine walking into the store at 10pm lookin like a bunch of dorks searchin for cookie mix-

⌗ FACIALS — girl you already know oikawa has all that good shit that just — wOrKs wOnDErs. expensive asf too, but he has money🧍‍♀️

⌗ jamming to boybands; i don't make the rules, he does😻

⌗ sleep? with all the sci-fi movies he wants to watch? honeyyy😪

⌗ cUdDLinG cuz oikawa KNOWS how to hug istg like he's so wARm AND GIRL THOSE ARMS PLEASE-

➫    𝓣𝗘𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗔   𝓨𝗨𝗝𝗜   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ TIKTOKS — istg yes y'all are makin tiktoks cuz teru do b famous🤾

⌗ pictures too — terushima would prolly also try n vlog your whole sleepover for you guys to watch later and just rEmiNisCe✨ he would totally edit the whole thing too and make it bomb asf

⌗ deadass feel like yuji would bring up the idea of going on omegele to screw w ppl a lil bit —

⌗ the girls would lose their shit and tbh if i saw him, me too😐

⌗ fuck tons of soda n pizza; no sleep🤩

⌗ ngl y'all would definitely pull up on wp or tumblr n make fun of sum nsfw posts

⌗ HE DOES YOUR HAIR HXJDKSKS

➫    𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔   𝓣𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗦   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ they're kind of a packaged deal- so you get both unless you wanna sit n watch them argue for 368393 years over you😐

⌗ DUMBASSES START ARGUING OVER THE TOP BUNK HDJSKLSLSKS

⌗ you make them both sleep on the floor BAHHAHAHAHAHAHA as you should.

⌗ they have loads of gaming consoles so i can see y'all playing a couple rounds of smash maybe or pulling up on the wii to play either just dance, mk or mario party

⌗ each time atsumu loses he throws a fit n starts complaining, asking for rematches every five minutes until samu kicks him🧍‍♀️

⌗ OSAMU MAKES DINNER HXJSKSKSL

⌗ at some point after knocking out, you'll wake up to get a glass of water and that's when you catch those two hugging each other in their sleep 😶 you take pictures for the team-

➫    𝓨𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗕𝗔   𝓢𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ ahem, for my underrated crackheaded son- Y'ALL WOULD HAVE THE SOFTEST YET MOST CHAOTIC SLEEPOVER EVER

⌗ HE HAS SHIT ON EVERYONE OMG

⌗ too much tea and too little sleep

⌗ because of his horrible strategies when it comes to picking up girls, you end up giving him a few tips, he needs them-

⌗ i feel like earlier in the day, you'd end up going shopping together and take some really pretty pictures later under some flowers

⌗ you guys would totally bake toooo, cream puffs cuz you were teasing him about his hair zhsjskslldl you save some for makki🙈

⌗ deep conversations about future stuff cuz he's worried about the third years leaving and nervous; please hug him-

➫    𝓐𝗞𝗔𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜   𝓚𝗘𝗜𝗝𝗜   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ you guys would have such a relaxing sleepover omg

⌗ facials and manicures cuz boy needs to keep his own nails nice n taken care of for those smooth ass sets

⌗ i feel like akaashi would have a pool so bring a bathing suit with you🥰

⌗ i headcanon him being able to play piano tbh, he just seems like that kinda classy guy to me- but ofc really shy and maybe a pinch self conscious abt playing, so he'll reluctantly play something for you but it'll sound sooo good

⌗ deep conversations as well because yk he's mostly close with the third years and well as draining as bokuto can be, he doesn't want him to go, or konoha and the others🙁

⌗ please reassure him hdjsksk he needs it.

⌗ studio ghibli movies🥺 i feel like his favorite would be spirited away cuz the visuals and him empathizing with haku??

➫    𝓗𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔   𝓢𝗛𝗢𝗬𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ he'd probably come to your house and pick you up at the crack of mf dawn to go to morning practice with him first before going to his house😐

⌗ PORK BUNS AND LOADS OF FOOD

⌗ natsu would be home and she prolly wants sum attention🥺🥺 shoyo would get jealous of her for hogging you at some point xhsjsksls

⌗ he tries to bake with you-

⌗ he would talk your ear off all night about stuff which tbh you wouldn't mind cuz he's so mf cute and it's admirable how passionate he is about what he does and his teammates, opponents too; we stan a sweet lil birb who respects everyone💘

⌗ PLEASE PLAY DS W HIM HDSJKS HE HASN'T BEEN ABLE TO PLAY MULTIPLAYER CUZ KENMA AIN'T THERE SOOOO

⌗ he lets you sleep on his bed while he takes the floor because he wants you to be comfortable😭 love you sm sho<3

notes. honestly these could either be platonic or romantic now that i think abt it

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[mrs-johansson]

Escape from LA - Lisa Manobal x Fem!Depp!Reader

Part 8:

I couldn’t tell if I was hallucinating or not. Her body moved around like it was the easiest thing in the world. I didn’t even know she was gonna pole dance!

Lisa walked off the stairs and she was in a different outfit and my eyes didn’t move from her body.

“Give me what the fuck I want!” As she sang those words, my mind just went to so many places. “I would give her every fucking thing!” I couldn’t help but say, my sister, laughing hysterically while pointing a camera in my face.

Lisa’s dance parts were just INSANE. She was so flexible and well controlled, it was unbelievable.

“I think I’m high,” I said once she was off stage. Shake grabbed me by the shoulder and shook me a little. “Bro, you’re so damned! You gotta talk to her later!” She said and I didn’t know what to say. “I’ll need a lot of alcohol for that!” Yeah… My brain was fried.

The dancers left the stage soon, then pitched black again.

And then BOOMBAYAH started playing. Literally one of my top three BP songs.

The way Lisa said that bad girl line was like a big hit of green. Her outfit was even better than the previous two, hugging her body perfectly.

I was jumping, dancing and singing at the same time. So happy to be there, spending my birthday like this was the best.

Lovesick girls came next, and Lisa’s part in this song is just so good. I was literally just watching her dance and sing her heart out.

Type girl was alone an experience. The way this choreography was put together was absolutely incredible. These feathers were fantastic. Lisa’s rap part was hot as fuck like all of them so far.

Shut down is my favorite. Like all time favorite. The way I sang this song with my shitty ass Korean was criminal. I filmed a lot again, taking a bunch of pictures but also just staring at Lisa.

I feel like Tally is the most relatable for me. And clearly the girls were really enjoying every word and singing with their heart.

One of the last songs was Ddu-du ddu-du and the crowd ate it up. Everyone knows this song so even if you’re not a fan you’ll know it. The visuals went off once again, looking so dope. The dance was so fun and iconic. I didn’t want any of it to end.

Forever young was the closing song and they were on a platform now, rising to the sky, and I bet even from there they couldn’t see the end of the crowd. Then the girls were on the stage again, making their way back to the main part. All of the dancers came in for the last few minutes, lights and special effects going crazy, lighting up the crowd. It was a big ass party.

The girls said their goodbyes and Lisa was almost running off stage. But they stopped at the top and said a couple more things while the platform took them down.

Lily-Rose, Shake and I fought our way backstage which was very hard but we made it. Obviously it was very rowdy and busy back there, so I thought I’d wait for a while so the girls have their moments with their team. I asked for a round of drinks for the three of us and paid but then my phone buzzed.

Lisa💋: where are you?

me: backstage, we’re at the bar

Lisa💋: stay there!

I took the gin and tonic from the bartender and looked for any possible signs of Lisa. Then I saw slender arms wiggling in the air, making their way through the crowd. Phone in one of the hands while the other held a pink plastic cup. The last couple people stepped away and Lisa popped out of the crowd, an enormous smile on her face, looking around then she saw me. She didn’t waste time and ran over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands immediately grabbed onto her shoulders, trying to balance my cup in one of them as she spun us around. After a couple seconds she put me down, the smile didn’t disappear from her face. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were sparkling. “You were fucking amazing!” I acknowledged, my hands still on her shoulders, and hers around my waist. “My jaw was literally on the floor. I’m sure my sister has pictures of it.” Lisa chuckled and she looked away because of shyness. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she said, her voice very humbled and genuine. “And your solo… Why didn’t you tell me you’re gonna be dancing on a pole?” I raised my eyebrows and a smirk immediately pulled on her fluffy lips. “It was a surprise… You knew a lot about the show already, I had to keep something special,” she shrugged and I scoffed. “Well that… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget. A birthday to remember…” I tilted my head a little, looking down at her lips then back to her eyes. “The night is still young,” Lisa lifted the cup to her lips, taking a long sip of whatever she was drinking. Her eyes remained on me and all I could think about was her dancing on that pole and the video that was on the screen before she came on.

Lisa changed into a different outfit but kept her hair and makeup, while I waited for her I chatted with Rosie and she was getting tipsier by the minute so it was really funny. We were sitting on one of the coaches in the garden area, and we were having drinks. Suddenly she put her arm around my shoulder, and looked at me with a serious but funny face. “Can I tell you something?” She asked and I chuckled but nodded. “Lisa is so much happier since you two are talking. She always talks about you, it’s getting annoying sometimes but you know…” she shrugged and I could only laugh. I’m sure Lisa wouldn’t be happy to hear Rose spill her secrets. “Well I’m much happier since I’m talking to her. I guess that’s a plus right?” I asked, curious about her tipsy answer. “Aw come on, just ask her out already. I’m 100% sure she would say yes, actually…” She leaned back in her seat, taking a sip of vodka soda that she was drinking. “101% sure.” Rose said and I shook my head with a smile. “You really think she would say yes? The circumstances are pretty shitty, you know that,” I downed the last bit of my drink. The trailer door opened, Lisa and the girls came out in their different outfits, a drink with each of them. “It’s worth a try,” Rose whispered before standing up, pulling me with her. “Y/n rides with us,” she announced to the three others and I looked at her questioningly. “Am I?” “Yes.” Lisa said with a serious face, coming to my side and putting her arm around my waist. I gently put my hand over hers, brushing my thumb over her knuckles. “And where are we going exactly?” I asked. “We rented a house for the after party, it’s not far from here.”

After everyone got their stuff we all made our way to the cars waiting for us, Jennie texted Lily-Rose the address so they could come too. Jisoo and Jennie sat at the first two seats behind the driver, then Rose took two seats, saying she needs to rest her legs, so Lisa and I were in the back, not that I minded. “I took so many pictures and videos, I think my phone is gonna explode,” I said as I scrolled through my gallery. “Are they any good?” Rose asked and I pulled a face, knowing probably half of the pictures will be blurry. “No comment.”

Lisa was staring at her phone next to me, and she was very quiet. I didn’t want to peek at her screen so I just turned my head away. Her hand landed on my knee, making me look at her. She handed me her phone, her messages with someone. Oh shit.

Frédéric A.: hey, I just got the invite to the after party from your team. Just wanted to tell you I’ll be there

My eyes were on Lisa in a second. She looked furious. “A lot of people will be there, it’s gonna be fine,” I brushed my hand along hers. “Yeah, but I thought he was busy and he couldn’t come, now suddenly he has time,” she said. “But he doesn’t know, does he?” I asked, not sure about this reaction. “No, of course not.” I’m so curious about this guy though. “Have you guys talked about this though? I mean… seeing other people,” I asked carefully. Lisa closed her phone without giving a reply to Frédéric. “We said if there’s someone, obviously we’ll have to keep it very private. I’m sure he has someone too,” she said, avoiding eye contact. So this means she’s somewhat serious about this?

We were listening to music on the way to the house, and altogether had a very great vibe from that. I couldn’t help but always have my hands somehow on Lisa. Either on her thigh, her arms or her waist but it’s not like it wasn’t the other way around.

Soon we got to the house and already there were a bunch of people, colorful lights escaping through the tall windows. I could see Lily-Rose and Shake smoking outside the house, talking with some other people, but I couldn’t see who so I just left the subject. Then we got out of the car and Lisa grabbed onto my arm, pulling me to her side which made me look up at her immediately, thinking something’s wrong. “Why is your sister talking to Frédéric?” As she said those words I looked over and noticed him right away, then me and my sister made eye contact. Lily-Rose waved us over, and I cleared my throat. “This is gonna be awkward.”

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A couple of replies related to the shipping chart we posted yesterday and a bunch of other twst-related ones.

Anonymous asked:

(Hi! just saw the shipping cart) Kalim/Idia... 👀👀👀 I'am listening

It’s just like it says in the chart, Anon, they do seem like the type of ship we would like. The contrast between their energies is just way too fun. I briefly talked about them last week, actually!

Anonymous asked:

I saw some interesting ships in your tier 👀 TreyVil? The epitome of Just A Guy x The hottest person on twst. OrthoMalleus? Ok maybe they'll make out hundreds of years later after everyone else has died.

Trey/Vil is a ship that started with a “hmm”, but the more I think about it the more I like it, to be honest, and the fact that they are the epitome of that exact thing is one of the reasons, Anon… Watching them is very fun sometimes, especially when Vil either flirts with Trey or complains about him being a horrible man that spoils people rotten lol We have a couple of posts about them.

Also YES about Ortho/Malleus! This + that one vignette in which Ortho helped Malleus to find some information in the library, and Malleus had his first experience with search engines lol They are such an odd couple, I would love to see them interact more.

Anonymous asked:

Ace x Jamil?  Floyd x Jamil?  Basketball trio!!  I saw some fanworks of them and now I kinda vibe with the ship.

Also, Ace x Idia?  How'd that one come about?

Both of these ships are very fun~ We have a lot of stuff with Floyd/Jamil, more than I expected, to be honest… And nothing for Ace/Jamil, but I do love their dynamic and how clingy Ace could be with a senpai sometimes.

I don’t really remember why we started kind of shipping Ace and Idia, maybe it was because of their master chef thing together, but this is a combo of Ace being a clingy sly kohai once again + him probably thinking that Idia is genuinely cool at times… They also use the same slang every now and then, and I find it amusing.

Anonymous asked:

Do you think Crewel gives Vil special training to be the perfect house warden?

He might, Anon~

To be honest, to me Vil feels like too perfect of a student that learns everything super quickly and catches flirtatious advances without any problem. Ironically, they are such a perfect fit for this kind of special training that it’s almost like they aren’t each other’s type.

But who knows, maybe Crewel just already did play a role in how perfect Vil is…

Anonymous asked:

On the topic of ships, what do you think of selfcest?

Nothing against it, but because of our “not shipping tops with tops and bottoms with bottoms” thing it makes it kind of not work for us. But visually it could be very pleasing + I wouldn’t have the heart to deny Cater his right to selfcest.

Anonymous asked:

Thanks to the gossip headcanons, I’m now thinking of everyone gossiping a la No Me Diga. Not sure whether they would be dirtier than the original song tho

Oh god I just watched it. This is pretty much how NRC boys communicate with each other… and they’ll absolutely be dirtier 😭

Anonymous asked:

The vibes of Needy Streamer Overload remind me of Idia as does the music, esp Internet Overdose. Plus, think how cute he’d look in the outfit!

Idia would look very lovely in that outfit…! Idia should cosplay every cute girl ever.

But also, I think I remember seeing a video of Ortho doing the Internet Yamero dance… right, I think this is it.

Any type of media or song that is somewhat related to someone being an otaku or a neet or producing an idol anime girl SHOULD be applied to Idia Shroud. “ME!ME!ME!” included.

(Just a note: I am not super familiar with Needy Streamer Overload lol)

[withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus]

I see people who went to Jiluka arguing about whether you should be taking videos at lives or not for a number of reasons and I'm sitting here laughing cause if you were dealing with an old school jrocker you wouldn't even be allowed to have your phones up. Also I will never understand why you need to be filming the live so much. With how shaky everything is it's not even worth it. Better buy the DVD later and watch the type of show you can enjoy through a camera and sth to remember. When I am live I want to live the moment with my eyes, not through a phone so yeah you do you, but even from an artist perspective, I wouldn't enjoy performing in front of a bunch of cameras. If I wanted to record my own stuff I'd have 4-5 professional cameras on the side and that's it. Lives are all about exchange of energy so if you pay more attention to getting a good video than watching the live you're missing out. It's different of course if you want to take a picture and that's it, but if you're filming yeah, i don't get you.

Also they are arguing about moshipitting or not...honey...if I've never seen the said artist 1 in my life before I am not taking my eyes off them. You can moshpit all you want, I don't fucking join. Cause a) to me this type of action doesn't give me joy, i find it very dangerous and b) cause if I do that, i will barely even watch the artist from the chaos. Just no. And I know there are artists out there that expect you to mosh pit, I happen to be fan of one, and this is exactly why I wouldn't go to their concert and just stay in my comfort watching his lives through DVDs. But you can't shame sb for not moshpitting or saying it's "rude". It's rude not to want to be violently showing my enthusiasm? Get the fuck out. xD You can dance in safer ways and raise your fist in the air. And headbang without hitting sb else in front of you. You don't have to go amock to have fun, geez. And I don't wanna hear shit like metal isn't for softies. Visual Kei isn't only metal and it isn't only for fans who need this type of release to enjoy a live. Many bands have made it clear that their concerts are places for people to be as they are, express their joy or frustrations anyhow they want, not be forced to be something to fit in a specific standard.

[adultalternative]

Rodeo Star by Cowgirl Clue- One of the weirdest albums of the year. Electropop with country samples and lyrics that are a bunch of mantras together. Don’t take my lack of description as a lack of praise. My favorite songs are Rodeo Star, Picket Fence, and Gold Switchblade.

Ooh I Rap Ya by George Clanton- George Clanton was a name I sometimes saw but never gave a chance until last year. This album is a perfect homage to 90’s alternative dance. My favorite songs are the epic Justify Your Life, the Savage Garden-esque I Been Young, the nihilistic but anthemic FUML, and the dreamy For You I Will.

10,000 gecs by 100 gecs- Very loud, irreverent, and most importantly fun. People keep wondering how long hyperpop can last, but 100 gecs was able to shift seamlessly into an alternative rock sound. My favorite songs include Doritos and Fritos (which I was surprised to see on the Warner Bros rock channel on my Roku), The Most Wanted Person in the United States, Billy Knows Jamie, Frog on the Floor, and Dumbest Girl Alive.

Moments of Clarity by Narrowhead- I don’t know what it takes for me to give two looks to ‘regular’ alternative rock bands now that I have a more diverse taste, but Narrowhead stuck out to me immediately. Loud and cathartic, I’ve seen them compared a lot to Deftones. My favorite songs are Breakup Song and Sunday, as well as the alternative dance inspired Soft to Touch.

BB/Ang3l- After the very broad 333, Tinashe went for mega concise. I liked Talk to Me Nice, Treason, and Gravity. I am looking forward to the sequel project this year, which should be sooner rather than later given the delayed release this list has.

World Hassle by Alan Palomo- Alan Palomo’s music was no stranger to inspiring daydreams for me. After an 8 year hiatus, this still holds. Palomo’s solo album sounds more like sophistipop and jazz-funk than synthpop, but is still perfect for soundtracking dead mall videos, Sims Youtube speedbuilds, and city planning videos. My favorite songs are "Is There Nightlife After Death?”, Nobody’s Woman, as well as Stay at Home DJ.

guts by Olivia Rodrigo- I never know how to rate the pop girls of the next generation. Usually there are dozens of discussions about them for who is the most planty, who is the most naturally talented, who is the most wise beyond their years, and who is the most annoying (AKA a normal under 23 year old with a public social media platform), but I just opt out of them instead of having dozens of opinions (unfortunately, I can't always restrain my thoughts on pop stars this easily). This either means an album like Melodrama will have the highs affect me less than they do other people, or an album like Happier Than Ever I wrongly write off too early because I'm not that interested in the meta discussions of Billie’s sophomore slump. But guts had no problem reeling me in. Olivia shows how eclectic Pop rock can be with a rap rock song like Get Him Back, a One of the Boys esque song like Love is Embarrassing, as well as the bubblegrunge inspired Ballad of a Homeschooled Girl.

Gag Order by Kesha- Usually, when people want a dark and personal album by a pop star, we imagine it to be a little confessional and a little experimental, but this album took me by surprise, from the album art to the songs themselves. Maybe it was just watching the visualizers for the videos, but you definitely get the alienation and stress Kesha was facing over the last decade with Something to Believe In and Eat the Acid. For a little more balance, listen to The Drama and Only Love Can Save Us.

Bully by Bully- Bully’s most immediate album since their debut, in my opinion. I like the anthemic Days Move Slow, the surprisingly moody A Love Profound, and the political All This Noise.

Leaving The Light by Genesis Owusu- Genesis Owusu came with an album with a little bit of everything. Post punk, drum and bass, and funk. I like Leaving The Light, The Roach, The Old Man, and That’s Life (A Swamp).

heaven knows by PinkPantheress- More of PinkPantheress’s trademark easily digestible and recognizable UK Garage and helium vocals. My favorite songs are Capable of Love and Internet Baby, as well as The Boy’s a Liar.

Good Luck by Debby Friday- Debby Friday came out of nowhere with this brash homage to industrial music. If you want to get adjusted to the soundscape with a moody bop, start with So Hard to Tell. If you are ready for the loudness, go to Pluto Baby.

Gizmo by Tanukichan- Going on the shoegaze subreddit is good for finding out how to classify ‘The Greats’ of shoegaze music for people whose names I always see but never actually commit to (Or in the case of Curve, are not on streaming), but not my favorite for finding new people. Seeing everything described as ‘Bad impressions of Loveless or just reverbed guitar music’ makes me turned off from giving people more chances. Tanukichan, however, has the right amount of vocals and right amount of guitars. My favorite songs are Don’t Give Up, Take Care, Thin Air, and Mr. Rain.

Chaos for the Fly by Grian Chatten- I’ve kept up with alternative rock enough to know that solo acoustic projects are usually optional for me. But calling Chaos for the Fly an acoustic folk solo album is not doing it any justice. This album has enough atmosphere to keep people who normally don’t like folk music interested, without taking away focus from the lyrics. This is a perfect album for rainy Sunday mornings. My favorite songs are Last Time Every Time Forever, Bob’s Casino, and Fairlilies. 

Rabbit Rabbit by Speedy Ortiz- Speedy Ortiz returned with a better focus than their 2018 project, in my opinion. The production gives a lot of different textures time to shine. I like the songs Kim Catrall and Who’s Afraid of the Bath?

wallsocket by underscores - An album that might cast itself out based on how weird it is until the hooks sneak up on you. Other people have talked about how it’s a concept album better than I have, so I won’t talk about that, but Locals (Girls Like Us) is very ahead of the times party-rap revival, Shoot to Kill, Kill Your Darlings, is probably one of the cleverest political songs of the year, and Cops and Robbers is a pure adrenaline rush. Special mention goes to You Don’t Even Know Who I Am, which is haunting with a very unique sample.

☆ Cosas de brujas ☆ by Maria Escarmiento- An exciting and fun hyperpop album where the language barrier doesn't matter. It reminds me of Number 1 Angel era Charli. Mejores que ayer and Demasiado Callado are euphoric, Creo que hoy no me apetece quererme morir is a crunchy futuristic song

Past/present/future by Meet Me @ the Altar- over the past few years, I've had revisionism for the 2000s pop rock girlies. Not just ‘Breakaway is good’ or ‘One of the Boys has Really solid album tracks that get overlooked for obvious reasons’, but more deep-cut esoteric ones that can definitely merit their own post. Meet Me @ the Altar captures the era with their power pop influenced pop punk. Say It (to My Face) is purposely well, immature and energetic like most pop punk, and is the most famous song, per the Roku rock video channel I use, but they have other sounds, too. A Few Tomorrows is a catchy singalong midtempo which could have been the last stray American Idol alumni breakout single (I mean it in the best way possible) and Need Me reminds me of the power pop on One of the Boys.

The Land is Inhospitable and So Are We by Mitski- After too much meta narrative about Mitski’s career clouded her last two albums, Mitski came with a folk album that might be more sparse, but not at all too simple. There is the dreamy My Love All Mine All Mine, the wanderlust of Buffalo Replaced, and I Don't Like my Mind.

Flower of Life Taleen Kali- An interesting shoegaze album that reminds me of the Dum Dum Girls. My favorite songs are Only Lovers Left Alive and Flower of Life. I am curious for where her sound will develop from here.

[wysteir]

Wisteria's FG Journal

S1 In Review

Around the start of this year I decided to try and get into fighting games! This post will have notes about my journey and learning experiences in the first 3 months

My first* fighting game was Granblue Fantasy Versus: Rising! Asterisk because it was the first game I actually wanted to try to learn all the ins and outs of fighting games seriously.

Before this year the bulk of my experience was whatever odd fighting games we had lying around, including Samsho V, One Of The Mortal Kombats, and One Of The Dead Or Alives. Later got Skullgirls and Street Fighter 4 but never got deeply into either, and I'll include any time I played playing Whichever Versions of smash.

Either way, having fun with them casually, but never really thinking about actual strats. I wanted to fling specials at people and hit then with heavy buttons hahaheeheehoohoo

Granblue stood out to me because

1) A bunch of folks I knew were playing it

2) It touted a relatively low skill floor

3) Fox gal with huge fluffy tail

So I steeled myself for losses, and dove in, except - where do I even start?

Well thankfully my friends had my back on that one. I got linked copious amounts of resources, and of them the most important ones for me personally were the ones related to keeping a healthy mental game.

Fighting games are hard to learn because it's a skill like any other. Learning an art is hard- music, visual arts, writing, dance: all of these are skills that take time and have difficult aspects to learning them.

They should also bring joy when engaging in them, both through the fun of doing, but also the satisfaction of honing a skill. This is where healthy mental comes in. I didn't want to be stuck in a bad mental state learning fighting games. That would cascade into my attempts to learn and would spoil my fun- and at that point why bother?

Staying realistic while taking as much pride as I could in my progress contributed a huge amount in how smoothly I ramped up. In many ways I benefitted from being almost entirely new, and starting with upholding mental first. Note that it was also important to me to not dismiss my feelings or bottle them up. These things linger in the subconscious, they are mind killers and they need to be treated with care.

Immense damage was dealt to me by the North American Education System and Familial Expectations. Part of my journey in fighting games involved a continuation of dismantling the shame in perceived failures. I would let nothing stop me from finding joy in learning, and being silly with it. A key thing for fighting games is that for better or for worse, there's a common perception that the failure state is getting KO'd. After much deliberation, I personally refuse to view it as such.

Winning is merely a side effect of good play.

Losing is an opportunity to hone my skills.

Success to me is the 50/50. I'm a performer by heart, I love the drama, the thrill, the narration. And over and over again, I see my goal in others' replays and tournament footage- it's the 50/50. Being evenly matched with my opponent became an immense source of positive vibes, and as I improved, and got closer to it, the joy I got grew more and more. Most notably, I hit a point where even fighting players who could 10-0 me wasn't even daunting anymore, because every round we played I got just a little bit better, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I could turn it into a 10-1.

Mental is the most important thing because it determines how efficient you are in terms of learning, performance, and inspiration. Once mental tanks or ges overwhelmed, it's time for a break!!!

The next important thing for me was defense and taking back my turn.

I thought about it, and realized that at my skill level, I would probably be on the losing side of the fight more often than not. What I needed wasn't the most damaging combo, what I needed were the skills to get myself out of an inevitable scenario.

A dependency comes about from this then:

1) If I'm knocked down or in the corner, my priority needs to be taking my turn back. I can't do anything else if I'm under attack with whatever mix tape my opponent is blasting on loop.

2) If we're in neutral, I need to find the best way to get into a position to establish offence (or just establish it outright)

3) If they're blocking, I need to mix them and watch out for when they want to take their turn back

4) If I'm hitting them I either won or I'm about to get sent back to 3

Combos ain't shit actually!! They kinda fucking suck for a new player!!!! Combos and Complicated Hornswogglery won't save the new player from the situation they'll be in most of the time, ie- blocking in the corner

Second most important is playing neutral to try and prevent getting hit and cornered in the first place.

When I first started playing Granblue the most I could do was a basic baby auto combo into 236L and easy input super for offense, but I learned how to jab out of pressure, I learned how valuable reversals were, as I spent less and less time in the corner I learned how to approach and counter in neutral, and everything else was the fun fancy stuff that most resources list in great detail.

So! Behold, my power 9!

0) Preliminary research on game specifics

1) Learn how to maintain good mental

2) Learn how to block/evade/tech

3) Learn how to escape pressure

4) Learn how to skip/hold neutral

5) Learn a basic midscreen combo

6) Learn Okizeme/counter reversals

7) Learn a basic corner combo

8) Learn the advanced mechanics

Throughout the discord server I'm in I have lists and lists of things I felt I wanted to learn and some little victories and eureka moments

The 9 things above basically cover the gist of things

As I learned more and more granblue basics I also ended up playing guilty gear strive more often, and applied the same principles. Strive has more mechanics/resources than granblue so some of them came hand and hand with the 9, but I'm sure you'll find they slot in easy

By the end of March I was at a relatively low Mental and was taking it easier, but by then I was also playing in a way I didn't see myself being able to do for at least 6 months.

And now, even only 2.5 weeks since then? I could deck the halls with my March self

And if you've ever been interested in fighting games, you could learn them well too!!!

[beautifulgiants]

20 years later, Black Hawk Down star Josh Hartnett says new action movie Fight or Flight brings him back to his stunt-sequence heyday

By Fay Watson published 17 February 2025

Exclusive: Fight or Flight features some wild action sequences, which star Josh Hartnett tells us were a lot of fun to film

Featuring everything from a drug-fuelled bathroom fight to a chainsaw bloodbath, the stunts in new action movie Fight or Flight are exceptionally brutal. For star Josh Hartnett, though, this was a major selling point for joining the high octane plane thriller.

"I was able to do my own stunts for it, which I haven't been able to do since I was in my 20s," the actor who plays lead mercenary Lucas Reyes tells GamesRadar+. "And it's a lot different when you're in your 40s, but I thought that would be an interesting challenge."

The new movie, directed by James Madigan, follows Hartnett's Reyes as he's pulled back into the line of duty after years on the run. His mission is simple: find a mysterious criminal hiding among the passengers of a long-haul flight. However, it's only when he gets on board that he realizes he's not alone in his search as a plane full of assassins have a similar assignment.

Hartnett says getting ready for the wild action sequences was a tricky task involving getting in shape as well as training for about six weeks with the stunt teams. But, it paid off as it afforded him the chance to film some of the sequences in one shot.

"There was a bit where I come in like two thirds of the way through with a drinks cart," he recalls referencing one of the shots from the trailer. "Then we sort of go through a series of different people fighting, and they shot all of that in one long tracking shot and then we turned around, we did another tracking shot for the other side of the plane. I think in the edit, they end up coming in and popping different shots, but we tried to keep the sequences as intact as possible."

He continues: "We would work them out as though it was a theatrical stage performance. We wanted to make sure that we could actually do it. It wasn't just one punch at a time or one kick at a time, it was much more than that and so that sort of choreography, that dance was fun to create."

It's especially impressive, the Oppenheimer actor adds because they were operating on a pretty modest budget. Thankfully as well as being created by the company behind John Wick, Hartnett explains they had even more help behind the scenes.

"We had a great DOP who had done The Raid, and a bunch of other films that were done in a gritty fashion with a lot of good action and so like we had somebody there who was going to be able to visualize it in a great way, too."

The results really pay off in the new movie, which also stars Bridgerton's Charithra Chandran and The Mandalorian's Katee Sackhoff. Fight or Flight releases on Sky Cinema on February 28. For more, check out our guides to 2025 movie release dates and upcoming movies.

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[melodyandpond]

i watched Wicked and here's my review (for now)

I think it is visually stunning. The worldbuilding that the sets and background inspire is absolutely whimsical and I'd love to love more. The costumes defy gravity and deserve a whole showcase of their own.

Ariana Grande immediately blends into Glinda so well you forget she wasn't always the character. Cynthia Erevo brings a lot of sweetness to this character, even if it feels like they're trying to make her look 20 years younger than she actually is.

Jeff Goldblum is alright but I felt like it was hard to dissasociate his fame to the person we were shown (though one could argue that it'd be on point, what with the Wizard being no more than his fame).

And turning the last scene - which is supposed to be about the emotional weight of the revelation! This is about Elphaba realizing her idol wants to bring her into a fascist regime! But no, best turn it into a long scene with fire in the background and loud noises! (Quite like the Wizard's presentation, isn't it?)

But the music... It has been post-produced to the point where it lost all character and emotion and they expect that they can make up by adding visual cues to tell you what to feel.

And they keep interrupting it. Yes, some of the scenes happen in the musical, yes, it's fine to cut a song for a moment and then have it restart. But the way it happened with almost every song, to the point you forgot you were in the middle of a song until it resumed unexpectedly...

As for the choreographies, some of them were very creative and fun to watch (Dancing Through Life, gliding around on books and bookshelves!) while some movements felt a bit wonky to watch (the emerald city group scene comes to mind).

All in all, I liked the movie fine but it didn't need to be two parts and it definitely didn't need to be that long. Maybe they could have released the normal version and the Extended Version later I don't know! The small details are fine but they don't add anything to the story! They don't even have the Emerald City goggles! so what is the point of making it longer and less concise? To muddle more what the point of this already very on-your-face story is?

It feels like they don't think you'll be capable of following if it is told simply by music, like we are too stupid to understand. Even just the fact that they had to add a beginning card to explain the concept of what we're watching... Isn't it explained by the very first song? By the story itself?

It really ended up feeling like there was a team with a lot of love and a bunch of producers who said "this is not long enough, we need to make it twice as long" and "but will people be able to focus if we don't jingle some keys add some action scenes?"

[vivelafrancemotherfuckers]

WEST SIDE STORY 2021 THOUGHTS (SPOILERS)

Yesterday I saw Spielberg's West Side Story and I have no words. I'm very picky when it comes to movie adaptations of musicals, and I was definitely slightly uncertain about this one, but it has absolutely blown me away. Spielberg's love for the show is blatant in every frame he presents and every choice he's made.

I don't want to conpare it too much with the previous adaptation. I just want to point out a few highlights:

1. THIS CAST. Seriously. I hate A. E. so I won't speak much about him. All I'll say is I was expecting him to be worse, but he wasn't. In fact, it would have been considered a better performance if he hadn't had to share the screen with these absolute human powerhouses. Which leads me to (standing ovation) Ariana DeBose, Mike Faist, and David Alvarez. Theater pros who have arrived in Hollywood to show them how it's done. Spielberg proves the importance of casting people who know the craft over people with name recognition. They stole the show. Rachel Zegler left me speechless. That voice, that emotional depth, and that screen presence, at that age? What a future ahead of her! And what can I say about Rita Moreno that hasn't been said already? She is such a beautiful addition to the film, and a gift to us all to be able to see this performance from her at almost 90. And, finally, the Sharks/Jets are phenomenal and I'm glad they were allowed to shine. Josh Rivera and Kyle Coffman come to mind as standouts. Josh makes Chino incredibly complex, and Kyle scared the shit out of me in the scenes after the rumble. It felt weird to be scared of a Newsie. Speaking of Newsies, playing "spot the newsie" was a lot of fun.

2. THE CINEMATOGRAPHY. Janusz Kaminsky's work is always stellar. But he was able to understand something crucial to movie adaptations that not many can master: make use of the medium. It's based on a stage show, but it's not a stage show. This, my friends, is A MOVIE. It encapsulates late 50s New York, the very vivid image of the rise of gentrification. You can feel the desperation of all the people who will soon lose their homes and their blocks in the name of progress. It lookd like it was made in the 1950s while being distinctively a modern movie. And the dancing. Oh, boy, do Spielberg and Kaminsky know how to film a dance number! Chef's kiss.

3. THE MUSICAL NUMBERS. Speaking of dancing... I can't find the words to describe how I felt watching Justin Peck's choreography performed by these absolute beasts. The opening number, the dance at the gym, AMERICA, cool. Oh, boy. The beauty of it all. I don't know how to explain it. You have to SEE it.

4. THE REFERENCES. I loved how there were very subtle visual references to '61 like the purple wall and pinkish tones before the song Maria and the use of snippets of Robbins' choreography here and there, as well as direct references to Romeo and Juliet when Tony says he's a by the book guy (Juliet tells Romeo "you kiss by th'book" when they first meet), or also visually with the clusters looking strikingly like Verona. It's a great nod to what came before them. I'm sure I'll find many more when I rewatch it.

5. CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. Shout out to Tony Kushner for fleshing out the characters more to show us why they make the decisions they make and why they are the way they are. Chino's arc helped us to understand how he gets to the point of killing Tony. We understand why Tony has been away from the Jets, and Anybody's, my love, has more scenes and a bigger involvement in the plot. Even San Juan Hill itself and the community are explored more, which we as 2021 audiences might need for context if we wish to understand the characters. Other subtle but brilliant details like the Jets playing with the gun that Riff just bought hit you like brick with the reality that these guys are, after all, a bunch of kids fighting over a territory that won't be there for much longer.

Overall, I'm still impressed by it even a day later. Was it perfect? Probably not. I never liked the originall placement of I Feel Pretty in the second act, and hoped they would play out the dramatic irony of the audience knowing what happened at the rumble against María's happiness a bit more, and I wanted Bernardo to have more to do, but it still blew me away. I can say that, after almost a decade of being let down by movie adaptations of my favorite musicals, I finally left the cinema feeling every positive feeling possible and can't wait to watch it again. I feel blessed to have yet another way to experience this story. Because, remember guys, this movie doesn't replace the 1961 adaptation, it builds on it. It's not a remake, it's a different adaptation of the same material. And what a wonderful adaptation it is. Thank you, Mr. Spielberg.

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep 29 Part 2: Welcome to !NotEgypt

Fun fact, just finished up a project of doing a book cover for someone who was like “can you do stitches, like in cross stitching?” and I was like “oh, I happen to already have a bunch of brushes like that, actually” and the reason why I had all these digital cross stitching brushes? Because I wanted to make Yugioh fanart with them as a joke. Which was such a funny thing to resurface a few years later. I did not expect that cross stitch gag to help me get real work.

So make fanart, guys. It’s good for you.

Now last we left off, Pharaoh was vacuumed up into a tunnel made out of CGI. In Photoshop, to make this texture you click “filter>render>clouds.” We’re not going to see too much of this in the caps though because it was quite blurry.

While he’s there, Bakura’s ghost just kinda jumps out of the puzzle around Pharaohs neck--sounds weird but thankfully I have a visual for you (which is still weird).

Lots of levels in this episode, you got a ghost living in a different ghost (although the puzzle is on Yugi, so this is the ghost manifestation of the puzzle that Bakura is leaping out of, but don’t think about it.)

And the ghost that was living in Ryou decided it was freakin done with this mess, and in a huge beam of light just jumped directly out of this poor boy.

Congratulations, Ryou Bakura, you are no longer possessed.

He had a total of 2 seconds to enjoy it before his head hit the cement.

(read more under the cut)

I assume that he probably off-screened the Ishtar family, because we get no mention of how he ended up on this stairwell unseen. Just a blur of stuff happening because we don’t have any more time to stuff something into this episode.

Almost like there’s so much going on here it should’ve focused on this stuff instead of all that filler. And as entertaining a lot of that filler was, boy does this arc decide some of it just never happened. Not that Yugioh was ever that heavy on the continuity.

So the 2 parts of Bakura’s ghost decide to become 1 ghost, and I can no longer use the joke that the relationship between Yugi and Tea is a foursome. Their relationship on Facebook went back from “It’s complicated ;) ;) ;)” to “It’s complicated  🥱 “

(I just realized Facebook didn’t exist when this episode came out, holy crap.)

Meanwhile in the Ishtar Foyer, they are recovering from the many beams of light that just occurred so no one has noticed Bakura is passed out on the steps about 15 feet behind them. I really hope someone finds Bakura because I don’t know much about the sands of desert, but I have been raised to believe every tomb in Egypt is full of five million poisonous scorpions. Someone please save the nasty boy from the scorpions.

Yugi is very upset about losing his ghost, and at first I was like “hey, is this scene here a throwback to S1, when Yugi was also sobbing on the ground after breaking up with his ghost?” And so I went back to S1, and youknow, Yugi ends up sobbing on the ground so often during this show, that this isn’t so much a throwback as it is just Yugi every 5-10 episodes or so. I kind of forgot what a freakin disaster Yugi is because I’ve gotten very used to it.

Speaking of disasters, Shadi has decided to show up.

This show loves a Matrix plot so much, lets go over our Matrixes, a recap:

-Kaiba’s MMO he made in VR that never got officially launched (I hope) that was mostly offbrand pokemon, mazes, and dragons

-Gozaburo’s MMO he made to keep Noah Kaiba busy (it didn’t) and potentially trap all mankind into (which honestly is a strange business model). Could only be escaped by either going to the arcade where Johnny Steps once dance-faught with Tea, or by abducting Mokuba and becoming Mokuba (which is much easier)

-That time Mai got trapped in the Shadow Realm and thought everyone was having fun without her (also she was being slowly buried in quicksand but she didn’t care about that as much as the FOMO)

-That time Joey got trapped in the Shadow Realm while fighting in a tournament and he had to win a tournament to wake up from the Shadow Realm and go back to the original tournament.

-That time that Alister created a world to show Kaiba that Gozaburo ran over his brother with tanks???

-Shadi’s Pyramid In India that Matrixed Alexander the Freakin Great as well as the Ghost that haunted Alexander the Freakin Great (which is also the ghost living in Bakura don’t think about it).

-Pharaoh’s Memories, which, looking at our other list of Matrixes here, are so incredibly Not Real People that he’s interacting with, but I don't know if he knows that. Even after all of these Matrixes, he seems to think it’s not a simulation.

Anyway, Tristan suddenly realizes something and brings up a plot Point from like S2.

Congratulations if you have been watching from S2 and remembered any of this when it happened in S5. I only remember this because I write a meticulous blog about it.

RIP the Shadi’s Wacky Pyramid in India Plotline, I can’t believe the show just decided to de-canonize it so quickly, hahaha. There was too much Yugi/Tea Shipping in that arc for the creators of this show to commit to it, lets be honest. Maybe the India arc was made after this one? But like...it wasn’t, right?

Lets check out Pharaoh’s memories, shall we?

So, in a big beam of light that Pharaoh has no control over, he becomes--himself!

It is nice to see him as actually Egyptian, which is a pharaoh that we don’t ordinarily see. He still looks a lot like Yugi, but the artists did their work to make it different enough that he finally looks like he’s not just Yugi’s Dad or older brother. Also that wig is a LOT (because this was Egypt, so it would likely be a wig), but I want to note some of the hair spikes are actually part of a crown, which is easier to see in other caps. Kind of a cute touch, I like that.

++++++++++++RANT ABOUT THE OUTFIT YOU CAN SKIP++++++++++++++

Mind you, this is like the aftertaste of an Egyptian outfit from this time period, but the influences are there. Like I don’t want to do a deep dive into Egyptian clothing and design (although deep dives like that are very accessible right now, which is nice) but I want to note that this episode features beads.

Thank you, show, for remembering that ancient people were whole hog about beads. It’s an extra thing to draw, sure, but you gotta put beads on your ancient peoples. Egyptians, in particular, had a hell ton of beads.

But are there beads on Pharaoh and the others? Not really, that’s hard to draw, instead they have pieces of plate armor. In ancient times in Northern Africa you don’t see much of any armor at all because it’s a freaking desert. However, it’s hard to tell if this is actually plate mail, or an artistic interpretation of what would have actually been decorative pieces stitched together like a beaded necklace.

Also, this is Yugioh, so their tech was probably not the same as our universe’s tech (like they had magical creatures and stuff) so I can let it go that we’re 300 years before the Bronze Age and he’s got a bunch of plated stuff. You have to have that tech in order to make the millennium items anyway. (although there was metallurgy way before the Bronze Age, I just don’t know too much about historical metallurgy to care because this is a fantasy show anyway)

Like I would love to see a historically accurate Yami outfit drawn. There’s probably one around somewhere because trying to draw something historically accurate is so vogue right now. Then again, this probably hasn’t been done because a.) There’s not to much extant pieces left from 3000 BC to copy, and b.) none of the historical costuming sticklers really care about Egypt, which is a whole other rant.

Something I will bring up though, is that the side characters in Egypt wear a lot of cloth that looks like straight up tunics and knee-length skirts, probably because like...they had to cover up for TV. You can’t have your ladies just shirtless with see through skirts, like how historically accurate can you really get for daytime TV? Sure this show had a couple of attempts at suicide and killed quite a few people but a boobie? Never in a thousand years. They can’t even show Pharaoh boobs anymore.

But when you look at depictions of Egyptian wraps, there’s a lot of really fun shapes there that I wish the show had taken advantage of. Lots of wild hangings they had on the front of their tunics back then. But Instead it leans on simplicity, and then they end up drawing just so many folds anyway I don’t know why they didn’t just go for it and do something weirder on a show that already loves weird fashion.

+++++++++++++++++++++++END RANT+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

And also this isn’t enough color for Egypt but they probably decided on that so we wouldn’t lose the center of focus. But I’ve already gone over how garish the past was and how I wish we’d just draw the past being colorful as hell.

Anyways Grandpa’s here. The Eyes from the abyss. Just looking up at me from under that brim. Those intense awful eyes.

*slow claps*

Remember when Alexander was like “I really looked up to you, Pharaoh.” What a freakin liar! Pharaoh was on this King seat for like 3 minutes. Good for you, Alexander, what a way to lie directly through your teeth.

Honestly I thought this was hilarious. Maybe he lives a little longer than this, but knowing how TV arcs work, They only have so many episodes to wrap this up, and it’s gonna go through the steps of what he went through before !notKaiba killed him, and so we only got like...maybe a week, tops.

I look forward to seeing how long this Pharaoh actually sat on the throne, maybe there’s a huge time skip that happens where Pharaoh will magically be 52, but I am fully enjoying this ironic twist that the entire time our competent Pharaoh was actually a green dumbass. Yugioh sure does love that irony.

The only room with color, rejoice! Also the boys are all in town for this party/funeral, too!

!notKaiba is still a huge asshole, and yes, they gave him a terrible hat. I have seen forshadowing about this hat for so many seasons but a part of me just really hoped it would not happen. Alas, the hat is here, and it looks like ass to draw.

!notKaiba, the word of reason, is completely ignored.

Also !notPegasus is here.

So I stumbled on a viral tweet yesterday about an Egyptian guy called “Akhenaten” who was...probably the name they were going for, but I don’t know for sure. I grabbed the spelling of “Aknadin” from the closed captioning but Yugioh is referencing this guy, right? Like apparently he was a very disliked Pharaoh that tried to change their religion and after he died, his people removed a bunch of evidence this guy existed.

Also, a bunch of people online think he was an alien from outer space, which is how that viral tweet stumbled across my timeline. Now I don’t follow Egyptology or aliens online, but twitter has no rhyme or reason as to to how their algorithm works, and so I assume sent me that because I have too much Yugioh in my search history. Either way, he seems like good bait to make a Yugioh arc out of. If this arc goes to space, I will be pleased.

Also I’m guessing !NotPegasus is a freakin weirdo based on evidence (and also future Pegasus). That’s just my bet.

I later found out this is not !notShadi but is in fact !notOdion, and like....

....he has those abs all the time, right? Like in the present, under that cute purple turtleneck thingy, he’s just jacked?

Also the Ring is here:

Featuring who I believe is !notMarik wearing it. Which really leaves a lot to interpretation of how current Marik got so freakin effed in the bean from a very young age: he was not only under a lot of duress, he had the wrong millennium item the whole time. But clearly he craved one, so he stole someone else’s. A fun bit of worldbuilding, I think.

So, for reference:

-Seto Kaiba : Seto (easy to remember)

-Pegasus : Aknadin

-Ishizu : Isis

-Grandpa : Shimon

-Shadi : Shadu (also easy to remember)

-Odion: ???

-Marik: ??????? Yeah, I already forgot. My bad.

I went to do a cursory google search and only found links to wikis I’m not letting myself read because of spoilers. None had like...their actual name just right there in the title of the link. I could also just boot up hulu, but listen it’s been a long week so I’m gonna take a nap instead. I’m sure it won’t be important (it will).

Hell yeahhhhh it’s the second episode of this arc and we already got a Pharaoh cult! I do love how nearly every season of Yugioh has a cult in it.

Pharaoh has himself a secret cult made up of maybe the most unhinged people that have ever stepped foot onto this show (and Ishizu, who was never unhinged but deffo just likes to let things happen and watch it burn). At this point he can say “yo can you say my name real fast?” and then go straight home because wow. I think we figured out how this guy freaking died.

But that wouldn’t be an interesting arc, so we’ll get to the tail end of this episode in the next one.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

Have a good one and stay safe out there guys, it got pretty real out there.

[teddy06writes]

To Talk To A Crush

Requested by this anon: “Dream x fem reader but make it school AU Pog? And Idk why but at least somewhere in there, can I please get sapnap with his backpack on his chest instead of his back just plowing into someone and knocking them over. Thanks!” 

{Oh my god my brain went haywire, I love this idea- the visual of of Sapnap fucking sprinting down a hallway and just jumping into a crowd of people- holy shit my guy you are on to something}

Dream x fem!reader

trigger warnings: some swearing, slight spoilers for the Great Gatsby?? other than that nothing

Premise: high school AU, a retelling of various events from meeting your friend group freshman year to now, the last time you saw your best friend before graduation

{Also the project scene was an excuse for me to relive that one time I taught myself the Charleston without realizing it}

“blep” speaking

‘blep’ singing/music

Italics = Dream’s memories/flashbacks/whatever you call that

bold = your memories/flashbacks/whatever you call that

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“YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” 

Dream watched in horror as Sapnap went running down the hallway packed with people, his backpack still strapped across his chest and not his back, running straight toward a specific target.

George slapped his hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh as Sapnap slammed into you, knocking the books from yours arms and sending you clattering to the ground. 

Wilbur laughed openly as Eret and Bad shoved him forward, “Go help her you idiot!” 

Oh, this that could not have been worse. 

He’d mentioned wanting to talk to his crush once and then along came Sapnap, ready to do just about anything to force his best friend into talking to you. 

Taking a deep breath he made his way forward, shoving Sapnap out of the way, “Are you okay? I’m sorry, my friends an idiot.”

You smiled, letting out a giggle, and his heart melted a bit as you took his hand.

~~

“YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” 

You barley had time to look up to see someone running at you from the juncture of hallways, a backpack on his chest as he slammed into you. 

Your things spilled everywhere, and you hit the ground, Niki’s gasp sounding loudly from somewhere behind you. 

Great, this was just great. 

All you wanted was to not be bothered in the hallways, to just blend in and not be asked if your brother really was really the greatest football player the school had seen, and yeah that wasn’t how you were being bothered now, but still this was not what you meant.

You looked up to see a group of people practically pushing a cute blonde boy down the hallway, “Are you okay? I’m sorry, my friend is an idiot.” 

You glanced over at the kid who had run into you, who was beaming proudly, allowing yourself to giggle as you took his hand. 

~~

You chuckled, taking a sip of your water, “Man that day was weird.” 

The causal reminiscing hadn’t been planned, nor were either of you providing full details, but Dream made good company, even on what seemed like it could be one of the last times you ever saw your bestfriend. 

“Yeah, I think Sapnap did a good job though,” Dream glanced over at you, “If there's any random person he could knock down and then drag into our friend group I’m glad it was you- you and Niki.” 

You looked at him for a minute, “Well I think Niki got dragged in first. I was just brought along to that one party.” 

Dream groaned, “Oh god that party was so cringe. Sapnap and George kept trying to shove me and my crush into talking. And the worst part is they were actually subtle about it!” 

“I didn’t realize that was possible.” You murmured, trying not to continue on looking at him. 

~~ “If you don’t go over there and talk to her I will literally lock you two in a closet.”

The party had been strange, cramped and awkward. 

The first high school party Dream had been too; it was some party that one of Wilbur’s older friends was hosting, and they were the only group of Freshmen there. 

That what he had thought at least, until Niki arrived, with you in tow. 

George had imideaitly tried to get Dream to talk to you, but he was still hesitant. 

It wasn’t until that threat that he finally made a move, quietly moving across the crowded room, to where you were standing with Eret, Niki and Wilbur, “Hey guys.” 

He barley noticed the way Niki shot you a glance, too drown out by Eret laughing, “Did George and Sapnap kick you out of there little group over there?” 

“Something like that.” He’d chuckled nervously, heart swelling when you smiled at him reassuringly. 

~~ “It looks like he wants to talk to you- he might like you! (y/n) if you don’t go talk to him I’ll get Eret to lock you two in a closet.” 

This party wasn’t somewhere you had originally wanted to be, but Niki had insisted that you go with her. 

It was your first high school party, one that Niki had only been invited too because Wilbur had been invited by one of his older friends, Phil. 

You were wary about talking to anyone, but Eret and Niki, the only people you really knew, but then Dream had wandered over. 

You elbowed Niki at her comment, glancing over at Dream, George and Sapnap just as Dream had turned to look at you. 

The next thing you knew he was sidling up to your group, “Hey guys.” 

Niki looked at you, eyebrows raised a little and a small grin on her face.

Eret had laughed, though more about your misfortuane than the comment he made, “Did George And Sapnap kick you out of there little group over there?” 

“Something like that.” He chuckled, and you couldn’t help but smile, already feeling a bit better about the party.

~~

“Wait- did they end up getting you to talk to her?” You asked, looking over at him. 

Dream groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face, “Uh- yeah. They- they did.”

“Who was it?” You asked, starting to laugh when he shook his head, “Come on dude your my bestfriend! You legally have to tell me!” 

“No!” He protested. 

“Why not?” 

He glared at you, “I am not telling you about some girl that I had a crush on freshman year!” 

You huffed, crossing your arms and faking a pout, “Well did you ask her to a dance or something?” 

“Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, sort of? I didn’t ask her, but we hung out some. It was that dance right before we got closer.” 

~~

‘oh oh! we’re halfway there! Oh living on a prayerr!’ 

Music blared through the gym, and Dream barley stifled a laugh as Sapnap kept trying to get George to dance with him, even as he screamed along to the lyrics. 

The entire friend group was clumped around the center of the gym, halfway mixed with the other people at the dance, though you were all certainly the most obnoxious people there. 

He looked over at you, dancing next to Niki near the edge of the group, looking amazing in the soft green dress you’d picked for the night. 

You looked over catching his eye and smiling. 

He grinned, and paused dancing long enough to point at his tie and then your dress, mouthing “We match”

You smiled, starting to look behind as the song change and both Sapnap and Quackity screamed, “It’s the cha cha fucking slide!!!”

~~

‘oh oh! we’re halfway there! oh living on a prayerr!’ 

The music throbbed through crowds of kids that filled the gym, seeming to make your head spin as Sapnap screamed to the lyrics, harrassing George while he was at it.

The kids you were now beginning to feel comfortable with enough to call them friends were all clumped in the center of the gym, dancing and singing along to the music loudly. 

You laughed, dancing along next to Niki, reveling in the way that your dress swished around your knees.

Niki bumped you, motioning to the side, and you turned, still smiling, to see Dream looking at you. 

He smiled back pointing to his green tie, and mouthing “we match”

Your smile grew, but your attention didn’t stay on him for long as the song changed and behind him someone, who you suspected with Quackity, screamed, “It’s the cha cha fucking slide!” 

~~

“oh- that was right before the group project right?” You asked, looking over at him. 

Dream chuckled, thankful you had dropped the crush thing, “Yeah, the group project from hell.” 

“It wasn’t hell! We killed that thing.” 

“You made me learn a dance to do when we presented it.” He said, looking at you critically. 

“And?” You grinned, “That was the literal only reason we got an A.” 

“And Karl recorded it and sent it to the group chat!” 

~~

“And the last set of partners will be Clay and (y/n)!” The teacher announced, “Everyone find your partners and get situated, I’ll be around with your topics shortly.” 

Dream sighed, grabbing his binder and pencil case before starting across the room toward you, sure he was glad to be spending extra time with you, but also the thought of having to be near you for so long scared him. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey yourself,” You smiled as he sat at the desk next to yours, “I’m glad I’m working with you and not someone I don’t know at all.” 

He nodded, “Me too.” 

Your teacher approached your desks, “And you’re decade is the 1920s, have fun!” 

Dream sighed, “I still don’t understand the point of a decade project.” 

“Well we’ve been reading books that are set in like, every decade from the 1860s to the 1970s, so it sort of makes sense,” You shrugged, opening your laptop, “Besides, the roaring 20s was epic.” 

“Gatsby dying wasn’t epic.” He grumbled. 

You chuckled, “Well I have an idea for extra stuff besides a bunch of slides of major events that we could do, and none of them involving being shot. You wanna come to mine on Saturday to work on it?”

He shrugged, and that's how a few days later he found himself in your basement after finishing most of the slides as you tried to convince him to learn some dance. 

“I’m not doing that!” 

“Yes you are! Our project is bland! This is how we get the grade!” 

He stared at you for a moment, “You seriously think we’re gonna fail if we don’t?” 

“Miss Mcall looked over the slides the other day. She didn’t seem impressed,” You nodded. 

Dream sighed, slowly getting up off the couch, setting his laptop aside, “Fine.” 

You grinned, “Yes!” 

~~

“And the last set of partners will be Clay and (y/n), find your partners and get situated, I’ll be around with your topics shortly.” Miss Mcall announced. 

You breathed a sigh of relief as Dream came over, sitting down, “Hey.” 

“Hey yourself. I’m glad I’m working with you and not someone I don’t know at all.” You smiled. 

He nodded, “Me too.” 

“And your decade is the 1920s!” You took the paper the teacher offered you, “Have fun!” 

“I still don’t understand the decade project.” 

You pulled out your laptop, looking to Dream, “Well we’ve been reading books that are set in like, every decade from the 1860s to the 1970s. Besides, the roaring 20s were epic.” 

His face seemed to squish, and you tried not to think of how cute he looked as he grumbled, “Well Gatsby dying wasn’t epic.” 

“Well I have an idea for some extra stuff besides a bunch of slides about major events, and none of them involve getting shot,” You chuckled, “You wanna come to mine on Saturday to work on it?” 

Dream shrugged, and that was how you found yourself in your basement a few days later, beginning him to learn the Charleston.

“I’m not doing that!” He insisted. 

“Yes you are!” You yelled, “Our project if bland! This is how we get the grade!” 

“You really think we’re gonna fail?” His stare bore into you for a moment. 

You sighed, “Miss Mcall looked over the slides the other day. She didn’t seem impressed.” 

Slowly Dream pushed the laptop to the side, standing up, “Fine.” 

You beamed, jumping up and down, “Yes!” 

~~

Dream still flushed at the thought of you trying to show him how to do the dance. 

“We did get an A.” He conceded. 

You spent the rest of the night reminiscing, until near 11 when the sudden weight of the fact that Dream would be leaving only a few days after graduation. 

“Dude- I just realized- your like leaving.” 

“Yeah, I know.” He chuckled. 

“But collage doesn’t start till the fall. And I know your not taking summer classes.” 

He smiled, “I’m just gonna drive, see where I end up. Have a summer of freedom before for more years of school and a shit ton of student debt.” 

“Man.” You mumbled, trying to comprehend what it would be like without him, “Why didn’t I think of that?” 

Dream sighed, the thought of leaving you for who knows how long eating away at him, “I dunno man.” 

~~ The next day was graduation, and you found yourself taking your place in the student section next to Niki, both of you laughing at how silly you looked in your caps and gowns before the ceremony began. 

Your graduating class wasn’t huge, maybe a hundred people or so, so it didn’t take you long to have your name called, and you headed up to the stage to collect your diploma. 

You looked out over the crowd, meeting Dream’s eyes with a smile, he was grinning, clapping loudly as both Sapnap and George seemed to make fun of him.

Dream didn’t care that his bestfriends were berating him from either side, he still looked up at you, looking as beautiful as ever, trying to commit the moment to memory as you smiled back. 

And then the moment was over and you were heading off the stage to sit back down. 

Sometime later you found yourself moving around out on the school’s lawn, taking pictures with various friends and your parents, when you heard someone call your name. 

“(y/n)!” 

You turned, grinning, “Clay!” 

He practically tackled you in a hug, “We made it baby!” 

You could hear your mom taking a picture, as you laughed, “That we did!” 

~~ It was later, that night, you were sitting in your room, trying to take in the events of the day, and the fact that your bestfriend and crush was leaving the next day when your mom called up to your room, “(y/n)! Clay’s here!” 

You rushed down the stairs, not wanting to waste any of the time that you would have to say goodbye. 

Dream was standing in the doorway, his face full of anxiety as he saw you, but he swallowed the feeling, quickly wrapping his arms around you and pressing his lips to yours. 

You froze, hesitating barley a moment before kissing back, looking at him in confusion as he pulled away, you quickly blurted, “I don’t want you to leave.” 

“I don’t want to go where your not.” He said quickly. 

He pulled you into another hug, “Come with me. I- It’s you. Your the girl I like.” 

You chuckled into his neck, “Your the boy I like.” 

He pulled back, looking you in the eyes, repeating, “Come with me?” 

You grinned, “Of course.” 

[atouchofsass]

warning: the google doc i drafted this post in is seven pages long and I still didn't even remember everything I wanted to say. anyway here's essentially a journal entry on the caroline, or change revival at studio 54

My opinion

I fucking loved it lol. There was one weak link that we’ll get to later but I was NOT disappointed by this production. Go see it.

The vibe

The show was clearly purposefully livened up to make it more appealing to the mainstream, but in a way I would consider almost entirely positive. The appliances were less stoic, more whimsical, flashier and more fun. Instead of mainly standing in place behind their physical counterpart, they dance and move across the stage, interacting directly with other characters in ways that are sometimes metaphorical and sometimes just for fun. At first I wasn’t really sure about having the Moon physically flying above the stage, but by the end of the first act I was completely on board. I had heard it referred to as “intrusive” by a couple of people, but I think I have to disagree. It was only intrusive to me because it wasn’t my expectation; to a fresh viewer I think it would seem perfectly natural. In fact, I think it would seem odd to them that the Moon had ever not flown.

Moments of actual visual comedy have been added too, rather than depending on line delivery. For example, rather than have Rose alone when she’s on the phone with Mr. Stopnik, she’s across the stage from Noah, who is in bed. When she sings “the boy still hates me- I really shouldn’t be talking so loud,” instead of her just catching herself, Noah jerks his head to look at her after “the boy still hates me” and then after a beat she finishes the line and begins walking away towards the steps. At first, this stretches the cord to what you think will be its full length as she arrives at the stairs and pauses after taking a step down, but then she keeps going down the stairs, enters the “basement” area, and eventually stands all the way downstage, with the comically long cord stretched out behind her. I thought it was hysterical.

If you had asked me before seeing this revival whether Caroline, or Change needed to have more comic relief and bright colors and fun silliness, I would have been like fuck you don’t be a coward!!! but in practice it actually works very well.

The cast

Our playbills came with three notices inside: the first announced Jaden Myles Waldman as our Noah, the second gave us our Jackie (Alexander Bello [FROM JOHN MULANEY AND THE SACK LUNCH BUNCH!!! {the one who said he was Marlon Jackson’s son}]) and Joe (Jayden Theophile), and the third announced that the role of the Dryer and the Bus would be played by the cover Quentin Oliver Lee. Everyone else was the usual cast.

Sharon D. Clarke was magnificent. She didn’t read quite as cold as Tonya Pinkins used to, but still cold, sort of brittle. She approached almost all her high notes with head voice and didn’t seem terribly comfortable with them, but I’m not certain whether she always does that, if she might have been sick, or if she was holding back because we saw a matinee. Regardless of the reason, I got used to it quickly; I’d just as soon have a Caroline that DOESN’T destroy her voice anyway. It’s a very responsible approach and, again, did not detract from the performance the majority of the time (and even if it had, the unbelievable richness of her lower register, including her speaking voice, would likely have made up for it). Whenever she spoke instead of singing, you got the sense she was making the most of every syllable. She especially shone during the fight with Noah- the unbelievably measured way she handled those lines left a chill over the room. The pause between each phrase was brutal.

Jaden Myles Waldman was great as Noah. Though as usual with child actors you can very much see the effort he’s putting into his singing, his physical acting was very natural- only once or twice did you notice him actively trying to hit a mark. He was a more lively Noah, still shy, but one you might imagine having one or two friends at school. His entrance to Caroline’s basement at the beginning was energetic, he physically salutes her as the President of the United States, and she wordlessly tells him to stand at ease (it was ambiguous, from the distance I was at, whether she did so with annoyance or with the same scrap of indulgence that allows her to hand him her cigarettes. I would prefer if it was with annoyance, but I could see the utility of making it not).

There were a few times the energy clashed with the book, specifically the moments where Noah says something very ungrounded. “My father is a clarinet” didn’t suffer too much, but I did not buy this Noah saying “I did it… I killed her” and so on. He also spoke “I killed her” rather than sang it, which I’m not a fan of. But like, he’s also a child actor; it’s not really a big deal and he was good the rest of the time.

I could not get enough of Samantha Williams as Emmie. I wanted her to be on stage the whole time. She shone when her acting was allowed to get more physical- her dancing, her body language when playing with her brothers, and her proud, furious, glowing confrontation with the statue in the epilogue (staged with her interacting with the physical washing machine prop, arguing past it, slamming her hands on it, then finally climbing atop it for the finale). For this reason I was disappointed when she held onto the dinner tray for the entirety of her argument with Mr. Stopnik- I kept wishing for her to be able to put it down on the table, to see what she would do unencumbered.

Speaking of which, Chip Zien as Mr. Stopnik, naturally, was great fun. I wished for a little more bombast from him during A Twenty Dollar Bill and Why, but that was really my only complaint. A choice that jumped out at me was to make “let her stay” very forceful- instead of the subtext being “please” the subtext was “come on, really? Let her.” which I think plays nicer with Mr. Stopnik’s general refusal to be polite.

Caissie Levy was the obvious weak link in the cast. Her over-the-top, self-aware performance clashed terribly with the grounded feel of everyone else onstage. I read some reviews on the way home out of curiosity and saw one that called her performance “honest and believable,” which seemed so comically incorrect that I still want to believe it was a joke. She literally pointed at Caroline with both hands on “from now on, YOU keep it.”

If there are some people who should not act in period pieces because they have a face that knows about email, Caissie Levy should not act in period pieces because she has an affect that knows about Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. She was acting like she was on an SNL skit about karens. She was acting like Anna Kendrick. It doesn’t work. Because she is a caricature instead of a person, her moments of open distress fall completely flat. Her voice was pretty though.

I LOVED John Cariani as Stuart. He was perfectly awkward, getting carried away when playing the clarinet (which he is doing for real btw) and coming across deeply stiff and scripted at all other times. I could be totally off here, but I think MAYBE he was specifically making his voice more clarinet-like. I’m not super familiar with his work outside of The Band’s Visit so maybe he just sounds like that though. I also learned during the cast Q and A afterwards that he was already pretty good at the clarinet before the pandemic, but spent the intervening year becoming an absolute boss, came back, and SHOCKED the rest of the cast with how good he had gotten. I don’t really know anything about clarinet performance, but to my untrained ear it certainly was stunning. Also, he was hot.

Tamika Lawrence as Dotty Moffat was very enjoyable, though I think Dotty got hit hardest with the “talk slower so the audience can understand you” thing; she sometimes delivered lines rather slower than felt natural for the character. I loved her voice, especially in Moon Trio, and she had great comic delivery.

Joy Hermalyn and Stuart Zagnit were delightful as the Gellman grandparents. I actively enjoyed them the bulk of the time they were onstage, which is impressive considering these roles can fade into the background a little. JFK has potential to be a slow spot, but it was never in any danger in their hands.

Nasia Thomas, Nya, and Harper Miles were, as you may have already heard, fucking fantastic. Their vocals could not be better and each one handles the fleshed-out interaction between Caroline, the Radio, and certain other characters with gusto. Because of the group nature of the roles I struggle to say anything about them individually, but oh my god they were so good.

Arica Jackson as the Washing Machine was a delight to watch, as bubbly as her costume, but at times I wished her voice was a little less of a light silky pop belt and more of the full-throated fare Capathia Jenkins gave us in the original cast. That said, I think that’s purely a matter of preference and me being stuck in my ways; her vocal performance was very deft and there was nothing actually wrong with it.

Quentin Oliver Lee KILLED as the Dryer and the Bus (and briefly, spoiler alert, Caroline’s ex-husband). I would never have known he wasn’t the principle if the playbill didn’t tell me so. His voice was resonant and sweet, which as the Dryer gave a cruel contrast to his words and body language and as the Bus revealed sincere reverence and sorrow. I never looked away from him for a second when he was onstage. He was a more overtly sexual Dryer- rather than the original where the implication is delivered only through the music, this Dryer postures while manspreading (all the while seated on the physical dryer), caressing his legs and leaning forward hungrily. I would like very much to see how Kevin S. McAllister’s take compares, but I’m delighted to have gotten to see Lee. I am in love with him.

Finally, N’Kenge as the Moon was gorgeous. Her voice was flawless. Her gestures were rather repetitive, but given that she’s sitting in a half-bubble the entire time I think that issue lies with the direction more than her interpretation, and anyway she’s graceful enough that you don’t really mind if she waves her arms the same way a few times in a row. I am also in love with her.

Alexander Bello and Jayden Theophile obviously play bit parts as Jackie and Joe, but they were still great and one of them did a sick flip during Roosevelt Petrucius Coleslaw, which was very impressive. We all clapped, but I clapped first.

The stage

When you walked into the theater, the first thing you noticed was the sound of frogs and bugs. The second thing you noticed was the copper confederate statue, labeled “the south’s defenders,” standing center stage. The pedestal gives away that the statue on stage is based on (but is not a replica of) the real South’s Defenders Monument in the real Lake Charles, LA. The sides of the stage are covered in tall grass and reeds while the center is tiled. Hanging lightbulbs are strewn all about the edges. Above is the “upstairs” featuring a TV and phone on one side and Noah’s bedroom on the other. The two sides of the upstairs begin and end the show joined together, but are separated for the bulk of the run time (the symbolism is not subtle).

At the beginning of intermission the washing machine is left alone center stage; at some point during intermission it is replaced with just the pedestal of the South’s Defenders statue, plus the head and a confederate flag on the floor of the stage. Unfortunately, I was in the bathroom so I didn’t see when/how they switched them or if anything interesting happened :(

My one complaint about the set design and use of stage and lighting throughout the show is that it actually feels quite cool, not hot or stifling at all. Before the show, someone behind me joked that it felt like Pirates of the Caribbean at Disney World. They make things red and hot and small when the dryer is actively singing in the first scene, but not really at any other time. Again, a very minor complaint comparatively.

A brief top three visual moments utilizing the set and lighting:

The Bus’s entrance, in which the back of the stage opens with a blinding light and the bus and his passengers, hidden in shadow, slowly trudge in

Salty teardrops, where real water begins falling onto the back and sides of the stage

Lot’s Wife, in which as Caroline sings the final “flat” she is slowly but ultimately BLINDINGLY illuminated from behind with pure white light, as though being granted her wish and purged in holy fire. You could hear the audience gasping at the absolute splendor of it, I also gasped and physically covered my mouth with my hands (even though I was wearing a mask lol) and obviously everyone broke into applause immediately afterwards

The costumes

The costumes for the human characters are fitting but mainly unremarkable. I think this is for the best; making them any more eye-catching would have been a poor choice. A few costumes are very similar to ones from the original broadway production, like Emmie still wearing a brown plaid coat during I Hate The Bus, while others were completely original.

The costumes for the appliances and the Moon, though, were fabulous. The identical dresses and hairpieces for the Radio stunned every time- my favorite was the blue and silver for Salty Teardrops, but the white Christmas outfits complete with white wigs and the red and black numbers for No One Waitin’ were also gorgeous. The Dryer was perfect, wearing a dark jumpsuit with red-hot coils around his neck and splashed over his arms (the one on his neck neatly evokes a collar). The Moon had three (?) very similar dresses, each of which provided a slightly different effect when she gestured but all of which suggested roundness and grace by means of sleeves connected to the body of the dress. The Washing Machine’s bubbles were a bit of a weak point by comparison, but not distractingly bad.

My favorite was actually the Bus- his costume includes a license plate and headlights, as one might expect, but I was really delighted by the simplest part: an ultra-thin, bright line painted directly down the center of his face, suggesting the light peeking out from the crack between two bus doors on a dark night. It may be because the Bus is already one of my favorite parts, so I am undeniably biased, but I was obsessed.

The changes

The most noticeable overarching change from the original production is that LOTS of moments have their tempo slightly reduced. This makes sense given that Caroline, or Change has a lot of very dense lyrics sung very fast, so I can’t fault them, but it does unavoidably make those moments slightly less high-energy, less frenetic, less of an outburst. For example, “I think it’s a negro thing/A southern thing/A christian thing” is sung slower than it was in the original version, there is a rest between each phrase.

There were slight changes in the music at parts. During Dotty and Caroline, Caroline’s pitch is lower on “Dotty Moffat/high and mighty/going to college/every night.” During Moon, Emmie, and Stuart Trio the Moon’s “dona”s have been altered. And at the end of Emmie’s first bit in the Kitchen Fight, her melody and lyrics have been slightly altered from the furious, rapid “Come on, come on teach me what you know! Mama, teach-” and are now slower and almost desperate: “Teach me, teach me, teach me, mama, teach-”

Other changes were purely lyric-based. “Night, cheap beautiful music” has been changed to “Night, free beautiful music.” And a few very minor wording changes have been made to dialogue parts such as Caroline giving her perspective on Noah’s mother’s cancer. I don’t remember exactly what changed, except for the slight rearrangement of “Sometimes God eat people like a hungry wolf” to “God eat people sometimes. Like a wolf.”

Finally, during 1943, Caroline’s husband actually appears for the flashback. He wears a white sailor’s uniform and dances with her sweetly. They hold hands and romance each other at first, then becomes distant as babies are piled into their arms (and into the arms of the appliances). We do not see them hit each other- it is portrayed through flinches and, when Caroline retaliates, by her slamming a hand down on the washer.

Little Things

Roosevelt Petrucius Coleslaw is always a fun-act-ender, but it’s really emphasized as a whimsical showstopper here with lots of visual interest and even Caroline smiling and participating in the shower of money.

During Rose’s call with Dotty towards the end, Stuart is standing by her constantly trying to nonverbally communicate something to her but getting shut down every time. He’s clearly frustrated with how the call is going, but I couldn’t read what he was trying to get Rose to do- to be more harsh, perhaps?

When Grandma Gellman has Stuart play the clarinet after A Twenty Dollar Bill and Why, he is seated at the head of the table and comically whips the clarinet out from underneath and begins playing in the same motion and it’s really funny.

As previously noted, “I think it’s a negro thing/A southern thing/A christian thing” is sung slower and annunicated more, but there was one more interesting thing- “christian” is emphasized much more heavily than “southern” and “negro”. It lends a little more aggression to the interaction on Emmie’s part while also emphasizing the Jewishness/Christianity dichotomy of the piece.

Inside/Outside had a brief chaotic light show that to me was the only part of the show where the lights and colors went too far. It wasn't overly disruptive though, since the part is so short.

We attended a brief Q and A after the show, featuring Stuart Zagnit, Jaden Myles Waldman, Khalifa White (cover for Radio 1 and 2 and Emmie), and Timothy Quinlan (cover for Stuart, Mr. Stopnik, and Mr. Gellman). The first “question” managed to be a white dude giving a comment-not-a-question about how he “had his own Caroline” and stuff and I thought he came off a real dick but the moderator seemed into his story. Personally, I think if you want points for showing basic human decency to the black maid that raised you, you should probably at minimum write a Tony-nominated musical about her, but that’s just me.

Most of the other questions were good but very basic. The one answer that was pretty interesting was when someone asked about little things the actors picked up about the score that a one-time audience would never notice. Quinlan and White explained to us that after the Washing Machine does her bit begging Rose not to fire Caroline, there is a brief bassoon part which represents Betty “telling” Rose not to fire Caroline. It was unclear whether this was actually coming from Tesori or if it was White’s pet theory (Quinlan noted that White was the one who told him about it) but I thought it was pretty neat either way.

The audience

The audience was so excited to be there! It brought me a lot of joy. There was instant applause the MILLISECOND the lights started to go down. The guy next to me was, I think, competing with me to see who could scream the loudest during applause breaks. Audible gasps occurred at times, especially when Noah turns on Caroline- there were small gasps during his rant, then some BIG gasps after “I hope he drops his bomb on you!”

There WERE unfortunately laughs at “and hell’s where Jews go when they die.” My boyfriend patted me sympathetically on the back as it happened since he knows how I feel about that, but there were at least fewer laughs than you hear on the bootleg and they were more uncomfortable. Plus, Sharon D. Clarke’s acting was so captivating in the moment that I wasn’t able to be drawn out of the scene very much.

Conclusion

I could literally write about this all day but this is already a little excessive. I take credit for psychically willing this revival into existence, now go see it before it closes.

[themurphyzone]

PatB Oneshot: Every Rose Has Thorns and Petals

Summary: Brain’s plan is simple: create a Valentine card with a message that the world should adore him as their new ruler. But he needs extra help in coming up with a catchy message to rein in the consumers for the outer cover. And who better to help than the expert of all things amour?

AN: I decided to see if I could write a good Suavo. Enjoy! Warning for terribly cheesy flirting. I don’t typically write this genre XD

This borrows from the HC that Pinky can still do the Suavo persona.

Written for Valentine's Day/Suavo Sunday. I regret everything.

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At last, a new plan came to fruition! With Valentine’s Day looming upon them with its chocolate-coated fangs and sickly sweet aroma, people would be flocking to grocery stores everywhere to purchase giant teddy bears they could barely carry around and heart-shaped boxes of gourmet chocolate. But most lucrative of all, they would buy Valentine cards with the most obnoxious lovestruck messages that were far cheesier than Pinky’s cheesecake.

Everything clicked into place. The slightly larger than average dimensions of a Valentine’s card. Various red and pink hues for the envelopes. Colorful images with hearts, roses, and Pinky on the front cover (for Pinky met all of the scientific criteria that triggered one’s protective instincts). And on the inside, an image of Brain standing on the world in royal regalia with a message declaring that all the world shall adore him as their new leader.

But there was a single, glaring flaw to his otherwise brilliant plan.

He could not come up with a ridiculous phrase for the outside cover. It had to be eye-catching, humorous, or corny enough to grab a customer’s attention. He stared at the smiling picture of Pinky for several minutes, then gave in.

Pinky was the expert in all things ridiculous after all.

“Life is the road I wanna keep going! Love is a river and I wanna keep going ooonnnn!” Pinky sang along to his playlist, leading a Barbie doll in a tender waltz.

And it was best to interrupt before Pinky’s playlist reached My Heart Will Go On. That sappy 90s love ballad was on there. He was not striking the King of the World pose until he was actually king of the world, but that assertion hadn’t gotten through Pinky’s cotton-stuffed head yet.

Brain grabbed the prototype card and pencil, marching up to the windowsill where Pinky and Barbie danced under the evening sky. The sun lowered, the moon rose, and the first twinkling stars poked out, signifying the beginning of another night.

The phone was propped against a wall, and Brain smacked the image of Anastasia and Dmitri dancing to stop the song as he passed by. Pinky continued to hum, dipping Barbie low enough that her blonde hair touched the windowsill. His eyes were half-lidded, tail swishing to an invisible beat. Though there was no music, his rhythm was steady and his feet never missed a step.

It was mesmerizing. Pinky danced with all the grace of a professional ballerina.

He pricked his finger on a sharp point of the prototype card, and the poke brought Brain back to reality. Right. No distractions.

“Hiya, Brain! Zort!”

Dear Archimedes there were otherworldly blue eyes right in front of his face.  

Startled, Brain leapt back and swung his pencil defensively. There was a muffled narf as the eraser end went into Pinky’s mouth. Once the initial shock passed, Pinky giggled and nibbled on the eraser, several rubbery shavings poking out between his teeth.  

Brain took a deep breath, trying to calm his too-fast heartbeat.

“Quit slobbering on my erasers, Pinky,” Brain snapped. He removed his pencil from Pinky’s mouth, wrinkling his nose at the saliva-coated eraser. He tossed it aside, and the pencil skittered across the counter and onto the floor.

“But they taste so good!” Pinky licked his lips. “Especially with a pinch of dryer lint. That way you get fluff and chewiness in one single fantastic bite!”

Sometimes he truly worried for the state of Pinky’s digestive tract. For now, it was best to change the topic entirely. “As much as I’d love to debate the intricacies of your exotic cuisine, I require some of your eccentric expertise for my latest plan,” Brain said, setting the prototype card on the counter.

Pinky’s tail and ears perked up. A predictable reaction, but reliable all the same.

While Pinky put Barbie away, Brain retrieved a new pencil. There were few writing utensils that weren’t chewed up by a bored employee or Pinky for fun, and it wouldn’t be long before Brain would have to acquire more.

“I gotta help Brain now, Barbie. Thanks for sharing a dance with me! Those ballroom dance classes are really paying off!” Pinky chirped, waving to the inanimate Barbie, who now sat in a pink plastic convertible next to a shirtless Ken doll. He peeked inside the card and clasped his hands together, holding them against his cheek dreamily. “Awww, Brain! This is gonna be so romantic!”

“The very atmosphere I intend to create with these mass-produced cards, Pinky,” Brain replied. “However, while I have all the elements of your typical Valentine card alongside an additional message that will aid us in our conquest, I haven’t worked out one essential component yet.”

He closed the card and tapped the empty speech bubble next to Pinky’s image.

Pinky tilted his head. “You haven’t figured out how to make single people buy your cards yet?”

Drat. He hadn’t considered those outliers.

“Then we’ll just have to infiltrate the postal service,” Brain said, mentally congratulating himself on correcting that error quickly. “But before we implement the plan, I need a Valentine phrase for this speech bubble. A saying that will entice the average infatuated consumer and hook them into purchasing my cards alone. And since you lean heavily toward the sentimental and saccharine…well, this is where I require your assistance.”

“The sentimental and the saccharine?” Pinky echoed. “I don’t think I’ve heard of that soap opera, Brain. What channel is it on?”

Brain opened his notebook and found an empty page, poised to jot down Pinky’s suggestions. “The real life channel. Don’t be concerned about missing it, Pinky. It’s on 24/7 all year long. But I digress. The sooner I find a phrase, the sooner we’ll have the world!”

Pinky tapped his foot in thought, the tip of his tongue poking out like he truly believed protruding tongues had the power to magically grant ideas. For all Brain knew, Pinky probably believed that.

Then Pinky snapped his fingers. “I got it! How ‘bout ‘be mine, valentine’?”

“Too cliché,” Brain muttered. A million Valentine cards would already have similar phrasing. They didn’t have time to seize control of a greeting card factory. “Not unique enough.”

Although the valentine bit wasn’t particularly directed toward him, his grip on the pencil slackened, the tip leaving a graphite smudge along the margins. He quickly turned the pencil around and erased it, hoping Pinky didn’t catch onto his brief moment of inattention.  

Fortunately, Pinky didn’t notice. “Alrighty then. Hmmm…you’re the sour cream to my cheese-slathered potato?”

“…I’ll save it for a last resort.”

Well, he asked for unique. But sour cream didn’t particularly invoke strong Valentine feelings. Idioms that involved sweet foods with enough sugar to induce diabetes in an elephant would be better, and he made a quick note to the side.

“I turtle-y adore you?” Pinky suggested, his blue eyes sparkling accordingly.

Brain felt a light blush settling over his cheeks, and he rubbed his fur to rid himself of the mortifying feeling. “Doesn’t match your picture. And no animal puns unless they involve mice.”

Pinky rubbed his chin, not one to be easily deterred. “There’s gotta be some good ones on the Internet.”

“Don’t trouble yourself, Pinky,” Brain sighed. He sat cross-legged on the counter, massaging his forehead to intercept any headaches before they began. “Figured we should’ve gone with the photobooth plan. It’s your fault for influencing my subconscious with your caterwauling over The Princess Bride’s movie adaptation.”

“Troz! I’ll have you know Princess Buttercup and Westley have great chemistry!” Pinky pouted.

Brain rolled his eyes. “Please. They’re about as compatible as two noble gases.”

Pinky went quiet after that. Whether he’d gone off into the imaginary world of talking cheeses or taken unusually great offense on the lead couple’s behalf, Brain wasn’t sure. But the silence obliged, and Brain took the opportunity to ponder their next course of action.

Take a risk and use one of Pinky’s earlier suggestions? Scrap the plan entirely and pull one from storage? Seek a second opinion?  

Then Pinky gasped, his tail pointing high in the air like an inverted exclamation point.

“Brain, are you pondering what I��m pondering?” Pinky asked, gripping Brain’s shoulders in excitement.

Brain leaned back, supporting himself on the palms of his hands. “We break out the Feldman disguises and ask Mr. Sultana for his opinion on what a hypothetical Valentine card should say?”

“I’m sure he’s got a bunch of good ones, but that’s not it,” Pinky said. “Actually, I oughta slip into something more…in-character. I’ll be right back!”

Pinky skipped away, humming as he went over to his dress-up box in the corner of their cage. He pulled a divider around himself so that all Brain could see was a shadowy silhouette rummaging through clothing and accessories.

Brain continued to ponder, though no feasible ideas were coming to him. He closed his eyes, shutting out all visual forms of distraction. He listened to Pinky dressing in the cage, but it was more white noise than a true hindrance.

Five minutes later, he still had nothing. But there was something…different.

A tantalizing scent. Not overly sharp, though just light enough that he couldn’t identify it with confidence. And he wanted to know more.

It wasn’t fruit or soap. Nor was it vanilla, like the scented candles Pinky loved so much.

Something smooth snaked its way under his nose, brushing the fur above his lips. The scent was closer now. His nose twitched.

“ACHOO!”

Startled by the force of his sudden sneeze, Brain’s eyes flew open. He rubbed his nose to wipe off the lingering sensation, staring down at Pinky’s long tail, which sat unassumingly in his lap. The tip was wrapped around the stem of a small red rose.

The tail lifted, rubbing against the fur under Brain’s chin. Brain felt his cheeks heat up again, and he quickly batted the offending appendage away.

“Pinky, you’re not helping my state of-“ Brain began, ready to launch into a verbal tirade on how he needed to think and if Pinky wasn’t going to help then he could make like a mitotic cell and split…and then he saw a very familiar, perhaps all too-familiar, lavender tuxedo with an overstuffed dark purple…something underneath.

He couldn’t tell if it was a shirt, vest, or pincushion. A gold button glinted in the middle of Pinky’s chest.

Gulping, Brain knew the mysterious article of clothing was the least of his concerns. He forced himself to look up, gaze raking past the slender neck and toward half-lidded, coy blue eyes. A sophisticated mustache poked out from each side of Pinky’s muzzle. And he was genteel, charismatic…

Suave.  

Pinky’s ability to play a character to perfection never ceased to astound him. He still remembered? Brain had long destroyed the Personalitron and its blueprints, deeming them unnecessary and cumbersome.

“Pardonnez-moi, you with the giant head and marshmallow body are seeking the passionate advice of I, the great Pinky…Suavvvo-“ he drawled every syllable with that odd French accent, r’s rolling off his tongue like smooth butter “-for your…ah, Saint Valentine card, no?”  

Fu—choose your words wisely—I mean, dear name of a historical contributor to the scientific or mathematical field who I can’t identify properly at this time.

“I fail to see how playing dress-up is going to help with this conundrum, Pinky Suavo.” Brain stood up and crossed his arms. He wasn’t about to let the Suavo persona sway him. He was the Brain, and he bowed to no one.

Exert control over the situation. Yes. That’s what he needed.

Suavo plucked the rose from his tail between two practiced fingers, inhaling its scent deeply. Where did he even get that rose from? The lab wasn’t growing flora for any reason, nor did any scientist have the green thumb to care for anything so fragile.

“Oh, but love is always…how did you say, a conundrum, is it not?” he purred, and Brain scowled. But Suavo was unperturbed. “One may pluck the petals from a pretty flower and ask if one loves or loves not, yet how will one know if they ask the flower and not the lover? Oh, I do not know.”

His voice dipped into a lower, softer register, and a strange sensation traveled up Brain’s spine. Though the riddle seemed directed at him, he wasn’t in the mood to unravel any cryptic meanings.

Just like before, Suavo’s magnetism was…hypnotizing. Like he had no choice but to do what Pinky Suavo said. And wasn’t that ironic? He, the Brain, as the hapless follower instead of the commanding leader.

Suavo appeared oblivious to Brain’s internal dilemma. He simply set the rose back into his tail and twirled one curled end of the mustache around his finger, humming a dreamy, sentimental song to himself. He was waiting on Brain in the most irritating fashion possible.

But if he wanted this plan to work, he’d just have to tolerate Pinky’s attempt at resolving his predicament.

“Pinky Suavo,” Brain sighed, forcing all his pride back. Suavo turned to him, his eyes still in that odd half-lidded position. “Is that overstuffed pincushion actually giving you ideas for the card?”

“Of course, mon ami.” Suavo slicked his ears and fur tuft back with a smooth, graceful stroke of his hand. “For it is he, who is I, who is the connoisseur of…ammooooouuuur.”

Brain grabbed his notepad and pencil, his stomach doing odd backflips like butterflies had somehow burrowed their way into his flesh and laid eggs there. He was not paying attention to Suavo’s hand movements. No, the eye was just naturally drawn to movement. That’s how it worked.

Besides, he was looking at the same being who once managed to get all his fingers and tail tangled up in a complicated cat’s cradle.

Suavo clicked his tongue, deftly plucking the items out of Brain’s grip. “No, no, you silly mouse. You cannot experience amour through pen and paper alone. You must feel it, see it, hear it. For it is everywhere and anywhere you search…if only you would use those big ears of yours.”

Brain gritted his teeth and jumped for his supplies, but Suavo simply held them out of reach with one long arm. All Brain could manage was a tiny hop. It wasn’t getting him anywhere.

So he took a deep breath and forced himself to relax.

“I’m listening, Pinky Suavo,” Brain said, hoping he sounded at least a little cordial. “I believe the colloquial is, I’m all ears?”

A pleased smile flitted across Suavo’s face, his arm lowering.

Perfect.

Then Brain threw himself forward, digging his hands and feet into Suavo’s clothing and hauling himself towards the notepad and pencil. Fortunately, it wasn’t hard to grip. Suavo stumbled a bit, but he refused to yield. Brain grabbed a fabric fold on Suavo’s right shoulder. He was so close-

-and a red nose pushed into his own. Warm, mint-scented breath tickled the fur on his face.

“You know, it is more, ah, polite to take a mouse to dinner before you begin climbing him, is it not?” Suavo crooned.

Brain’s ears flopped against his back, a warm sensation sweeping through his body. His clammy paws lost their grip on Suavo’s clothing, and he would’ve fallen entirely if Suavo’s free arm hadn’t wrapped around his waist and secured him with a strong yet gentle grip.

In hindsight, perhaps his attempt at reclaiming his belongings was ill-thought out.

Perhaps it was for the best that the arm was covered by fabric, but at the same time, some irrational thought of wanting Pinky’s fur against his own wormed its way into his mind.  

Suavo set the notepad and pen down with care, dipping Brain in the process. Brain clutched the fabric tightly, but it was unnecessary. Suavo’s embrace was strong enough to prevent him from landing on his head. Then Suavo straightened up, once again plucking the rose from his tail and holding it next to Brain.  

“Oh, now this is…magnifique,” Suavo murmured, his eyes darting from the rose to Brain’s face. Though Brain tried to maintain eye contact to make his displeasure known, his resolve was quickly crumbling away. Surely it was the close proximity, the thumb stroking his fur, that was picking apart all rational thought and leaving some hormone-driven creature behind?

“What?” Brain asked, and he inwardly cringed. His voice wasn’t working properly. He’d meant to sound more demanding than that pathetic excuse of a question.

“Your eyes, mon ami, are just a few shades lighter this rose,” Suavo said. Brain stared at him in disbelief. Comparing eyes to flowers, or worse, gemstones, was just ridiculous.

And your comparison of Pinky’s aesthetically pleasing eyes to the wild blue yonder above isn’t?

Brain ignored the contemptuous voice. That was completely different. The sky was neither a flower nor a gemstone, and therefore it wasn’t off-limits. Besides, it was a thought for him and him alone. It’s not like anyone else was going to hear it.

“You are but a deer mouse in the headlights. Yet there is no need to hide under a thorny layer,” Suavo hummed, tilting his head curiously. Deliberately. How strange. Even the slightest movement was mesmerizing. His fingers traveled up the flower stem, until his hand rested underneath the petals, supporting the tiny rose in the palm of his hand. “A rosebush may scratch and prick, yet the great Pinky Suavo cannot be swayed. For there’s a pretty bloom hidden in the darkness, and he is who moi shall…shall…NARF!”

Shocked by the return of the nonsensical exclamation, Brain lost his hold on Pinky Suavo’s clothing. He fell onto the counter surface with a pained groan. The hard material wasn’t doing wonders for the bends in his tail.

Something fluttered against his nose, causing Brain to sneeze again. He removed the offending object, and found himself staring down at the rose he’d been teased with. If he ignored the heavy-handed rose imagery Suavo kept spouting, it was rather adequate for a specimen.

“Narf! Zort! Poit! Egad!” Pinky laughed uncontrollably between his usual tics, uttering them at such a fast rate that they started to blend together like a tongue twister. “Ooh, I haven’t—troz! Haven’t said narf in a long time! But it’s poit—it’s okay cause you needed my help!”

Idiot.

Brain sighed and pushed himself to a standing position, then placed the rose on his notepad so Pinky could reclaim it later.

Now that he thought about it, Pinky hadn’t said any of his favorite syllables in his Suavo persona. Of course, they’d been replaced by stupid love poetry and gratuitous French, but the narfs and poits and zorts were rather refreshing.

Odd. He never thought he’d actually miss Pinky’s…unique diction.

“Pinky, were you actively suppressing your usual speech patterns in your strange form of assistance?” Brain asked. He couldn’t help his curiosity.

“Zort! Oh Brain, I’m not nearly as good as suppressing things like you are!” Pinky’s chortles continued as Brain grabbed his wrist and led him straight to the water bottle in their cage. “Besides—narf! Besides, I had to stay in character!”

“Remind me to never have you play a villain for any future plans revolving around cinema,” Brain grumbled.

Pinky’s tail happily flicked against Brain’s own. Though the imbecile was just swishing it around mindlessly, the brief physical contact suddenly brought back that very odd, warm sensation.

Curse this heightened sensitivity! It’s only a principle of thermodynamics and heat transfer!  

“Brain, are you okay? Poit,” Pinky asked as Brain made him sit down in front of the water bottle. “You’re all woozy and whirlywindy. And white and red all over like a newspaper!”

“I’m f-fine,” Brain said. He was absolutely not relying on Pinky for balance. “Just drink, Pinky. And take off those silly clothes when you’re done.”

Pinky stared, not comprehending anything Brain said, but that was normal for him. Then he started to laugh, and only then did Brain realize he needed to watch his word choice, especially around a certain someone, because of course his fluff-filled mind would misconstrue it.

“Not like that!” Brain spat.

Pinky tipped onto his back, legs kicking upwards as his high-pitched laughter continued to assault Brain’s ears.

For the sake of his own sanity, he left Pinky to his own devices and stormed over to the nearest sink. He pushed on the tap for cold water until he’d created his own miniature waterfall, then hopped right in. He welcomed the cascade over his body.

As long as it pushed his homeostasis in the opposite direction, he was fine with resembling a drowned rat for now.

o-o-o-o-o

The plan failed before it ever took off. Brain had been so distracted that he’d failed to notice the lab was completely out of colored ink, rendering the copy machines completely useless.

He’d gone with the ‘you’re the sour cream to my potatoes’ message for the front cover, formatting it into the speech bubble in an elegant cursive font. Though it wasn’t conventional by any means, he simply considered it again since no other suggestions were forthcoming.

But at the same time, part of him wasn’t keen on allowing the masses to lay eyes on the Valentine card.

It seemed special. Unexplainably so.

“Brain?” Pinky called. His verbal tics had long gone back to their normal frequency. “Aren’t we taking over the world tonight?”

Brain shook his head, relieved that he finally had control over his body again. “Not tonight, Pinky. I’m afraid I’ve been prematurely thwarted by the lack of inventory in this lab.”

“Oh, you don’t have to be afraid, Brain,” Pinky said. Gone were Suavo’s clothing and mustache, and Pinky’s lean, muscular arms were on full display as he folded them across his chest. “I’ll protect you from Tory.”

It was an unnecessary gesture, but Brain couldn’t help but be touched by the admission all the same. Brain made a show of carefully placing the card into storage, just so he could distract himself momentarily.  

When he finished his task, he found Pinky holding an elegant paper rose, crafted meticulously with purple tissue paper. A light blush settled over Brain’s cheeks as he accepted the gift from Pinky, whose blue eyes shone brightly as Brain ran his fingers over the soft petals.

“Thank you, Pinky,” Brain said gratefully, and he resisted the urge to rush off immediately and place the paper rose with his globe keychain, another gift from his dearest friend.

“You’re welcome!” Pinky smiled, and Brain’s heart beat faster. Then Pinky’s gaze flicked to the TV screen, and Brain figured he was about to be roped into watching a cheesy love story unfold. “Brain, can we watch Beauty and the Beast please? With those special Valentine M&M’s and chocolate-coated popcorn? I saw a whole bunch in the kitchen! Narf!”  

Well…he could’ve suggested worse. At least this one was tolerable.

And it’s been a while since they’d watched a movie together.  

“Get everything set up, Pinky,” Brain ordered. “I’ll join you when I’m finished with my own tasks.”

Pinky saluted and scampered into the kitchen, grabbing the rose he’d held in his Suavo persona along the way. He sang at the top of his lungs, though he’d forgotten most of the actual words and replaced them with a series of narfs and portmanteaus. Once Pinky was sufficiently distracted, Brain moved his notepad and pen over to the TV, then laid the paper rose over it.

He heard the crinkle of a bag followed by the sound of M&M’s being poured into a bowl. Pinky would be back any minute.

Brain knocked his head against the side of a wall.

Calm yourself. Pinky believes pebbles are precious gifts. You’ll be fine. Probably.

Slowly, he approached the drawer where he’d kept his hidden present. Sifting through several sheets of paper covered with complex formulas he’d deliberately placed in there to ward off Pinky, he found the sunflower pen he’d carefully hidden towards the back.

It wasn’t exactly…traditional for a Valentine’s gift. Simple blue ink with a green body and tipped with a bright yellow sunflower.

But it was bright. And colorful. Like Pinky.

More importantly, it was practical.

Brain’s ears twitched, and he heard the whirring of the VCR as Pinky popped in the movie. Brain debated leaving the pen and presenting it after the movie, but he didn’t want to procrastinate either. Otherwise it would be impossible to enjoy their activity.

Well, he could just drop it in Pinky’s lap. And snatch up some popcorn so his actions wouldn’t be too conspicuous. He climbed out of the drawer, holding the pen behind his back.

A preview for The Little Mermaid began to play. Pinky was enraptured by the animated marine animals. He seemed so happy.

Maybe he should reconsider. Valentine items would be discounted next week. He could just hold off and give a belated…what was he thinking? Valentine’s was just another day to turn profit!

The paper rose was sitting right there. No…Valentine’s meant something to Pinky. Like Christmas.

“Goody, you’re back, Brain!” Pinky cheered, stuffing two pink M&M’s into his mouth. The large bowl beside him was overflowing with chocolate. “It’s not raining inside, but I love your parasol! Where’d you buy it?”

A parasol?

He glanced up at the sunflower. Oh. So there was a resemblance to a parasol, he supposed. If one viewed it at a certain angle, that is.

“It’s a pen. Not a parasol. Take it,” Brain said, holding out the sunflower pen.

Pinky didn’t take it.

Instead, he made a joyful noise and crushed Brain with a flying embrace. Brain dropped the pen in surprise as Pinky’s entire body curled around him, feet off the ground. Brain had to support all his weight, Pinky’s warm fur brushing against his own.

“I love it! Loveitloveitloveit! Thanks, Brain!” Pinky squealed, happy tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“You’re welcome, Pinky,” Brain murmured as Pinky nuzzled his cheek. “Now get off. I require my lungs. And heart. And my digestive system.”

Pinky didn’t get off until the Disney fanfare to herald the beginning of the movie began to play. Then he quieted down immediately, rolling the sunflower pen so that it rested across his lap.

“…happy Valentine’s Day,” Brain whispered, nibbling on a red M&M.

Pinky smiled back, teeth flecked with bits of chocolate. He shushed Brain, not wanting him to interrupt the opening narration.

As the enchanted rose appeared onscreen, Brain stroked the soft tissue paper of Pinky’s beautiful creation. Then he set it aside and reached for some popcorn.

His world was here. And there was nothing more he wanted.

Fun fact: the original name for this fic was going to be Suavo Valentino, but the current title was a last minute change cause somehow I just wrote a lot about roses.

Another change: The Princess Bride bit was originally a dig at High School Musical and how Disney Channel has bad romance in general, but since that was mid 2000s I changed it so this story could reasonably fit in the 90s.

Suavo’s lines...were interesting. I couldn’t stop laughing at how dumb some of them were though.

Brain’s got it bad here. Save him.

Are the roses corny? Yes. Do I care? Not really. Maybe. Possibly.

[maybeacrowdedmind]

My Top Seven Favorite Musical Moments In Shows That Aren't Musically Driven* and why (in no particular order)**

*By not musically driven I mean shows that do not have plots driven by music (i.e. Glee, Smash, etc. etc.)

**I know I said top seven, but I just mean out of the many I have seen, these seven are the ones I like the most.

Note: None of the images used are mine; they belong to various internet gods.

#1

Legacies Season 1 Episode 11: We're Gonna Need a Spotlight

Kaleb and the Vampire faction singing "Feeling Good" by Nina Simone at the Salvatore School talent show.

While the entirety of the talent show was amazing (Kaylee Bryant's singing voice, Raf's slightly awkward yet still appropriately dramatic poetry), it was Kaleb and the vampires who stole the show. Chris Lee has an incredible voice and his rendition of Nina Simone's "Feeling Good" was stunning, both visually and vocally. I'm also a great lover of epic dance moves, so it was no contest.

#2

Gilmore Girls Season 7 Episode 20: Lorelai? Lorelai?

Lorelai singing "I Will Always Love You" by Dolly Parton originally (Whitney Houston covered) at Stars Hollow karaoke to Luke, despite beginning the song as a dedication to Rory.

Lorelai and Luke may be broken up, but Lorelai's beautiful (and slightly alcohol-fueled) version of Dolly Parton's kind of cheesy yet nonetheless tender "if you love someone, set them free" ballad that was later made into an iconic cover by Whitney Houston was proof that they'd never really be over. Sure, she says she's singing it to Rory, but the moment Luke walks in and they lock eyes, everyone knows. Lauren Graham also has a good voice, and the emotion that comes through is so real, a cheesy karaoke moment becomes a heartfelt cheesy karaoke moment.

#3

Everything's Gonna Be Okay Season 1 Episode 5: West African Giant Black Millipedes

Nicholas doing a drag queen routine to Thelma Houston's disco hit "Don't Leave Me This Way" for Alex and his friends.

Okay, so I love this scene so much, because not only is it done to an incredibly fun song, it also showcases Nicholas doing something so utterly entertaining for Alex and a bunch of people he was nervous about meeting. The fact that just a few days before watching this episode I had watched an episode of Ru Paul's Drag Race where two queens had to lip sync for their lives to the very same song made the scene that much more enjoyable to watch. Nicholas looks amazing, his dance moves are to die for, and his lip syncing game is strong. I also appreciated the fact that when he did this scene, Josh Thomas committed to it. The scene is done in full, not going for a bit and then fading out before we get to see the end. Also, I know that Nicholas isn't technically singing, but it still totally counts.

#4

The Magicians Season 1 Episode 4: The World in the Walls

Quentin starting up a group sing-along to Taylor Swift's "Shake It Off" to get Penny's attention in the mental hospital while under Julia and Marina's spell.

I just started watching this show after having read the first two books, and this scene was HILARIOUS! I loved that the show used a random interaction between Quentin and Penny from a previous episode and turned it into something more because usually shows ignore one-off interactions between characters. Also, Quentin singing off-key at the top of his lungs with everyone else joining in and dancing while Penny suddenly hears it in the real world was so funny and a huge break in an otherwise extremely dramatic and rather dark episode.

#5

Skam Season 2 Episode 3: Er det noe du skjuler for oss? (Are You Hiding Someone From Us?)

Noora singing Extreme's "More Than Words" on William's guitar, initially doing so to make fun of him, but quickly turning into a super sweet and romantic moment between the two.

Skam is another show I started watching recently, and Noora quickly became one of my favorite characters. Now, I'll admit, I wasn't too fond of the idea of William and Noora at first, but this scene changed my mind immediately. I'm also very into the whole "enemies to lovers" thing these two have with one another. All of the songs Noora sings in this scene are good, but "More Than Words" is the one where you really begin to see that William's feelings for Noora are not as one-sided as she says they are. Josefine Frida Petterson, who plays Noora, has an absolutely beautiful voice, and the vocalization and soft musicality throughout are stunning. This is one of my favorite scenes in this show to date, and everything about it was perfect.

#6

New Girl Season 1 Episode 1: Pilot

Coach, Schmidt, and Nick singing "(I've Had) The Time Of My Life" by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes from Dirty Dancing to Jess, who eventually joins in, after her date stands her up.

Poor Jess had just broken up with her boyfriend, moved into an apartment with three guys who have little to know emotional know-how when it comes to women, and had her first date since her breakup stand her up at a fancy restaurant. The situation was made worse by the fact that she was told to give up her table. When the boys showed up and claimed to be her boyfriends, it was sweet, but the moment they began singing "(I've Had) The Time Of My Life", they showed that they really did care about her. What makes this scene so funny is the fact that Nick (who begins it) and Coach (who joins in after Nick elbows him) don't really know the words, they're both singing different parts in different tunes at different volumes, and then Schmidt (who initially says he's not singing), comes out of nowhere belting the song with the correct words and tune. Then Jess joins in and they have a great time until the restaurant makes them leave. They head back to the apartment, watch Dirty Dancing, and show that any problem can be solved with good friends and 80s movies.

#7

Angel Season 2 Episode 11: Redefinition

Cordelia, Wesley, and Gunn sing "We Are The Champions" by Queen at Caritas after Angel fires them.

Cordelia, Wesley, and Gunn had just been fired by Angel so he could kill Darla and Drusilla without their interference and the trio was at a loss for what to do next. Angel Investigations was disbanded, and none of them had any clue what to do about it. Their solution? Terribly sing Queen's "We Are The Champions" at Lorne's bar Caritas and drown their sorrows. While an extremely short scene, Cordy, Wes, and Gunn's reaction to being fired was super relatable, and you can never go wrong with Queen. They also have three very different personalities; Cordelia is snarky, has a lot of wit, and tends to be rather superficial, but she has so much heart beneath the surface, Wesley is a stuffy English professor type, and being a former Watcher means he couldn't be hip and cool if he tried, and Gunn is a hardened vampire hunter with a strong resolution and loyal to the core, who was still relatively new to the group when Angel gave them the boot. As such, seeing them all be together with arms around shoulders singing their hearts out was immensely fun to see.

Honorable Mentions:

Legacies: Alaric singing "Take Me Out To The Ball Game" terribly off-key before Kaleb and Cleo swooped in and saved the day with their improvised song.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Giles Singing "Free Bird" while playing his guitar in his home.

How I Met Your Mother: Lily and Marshall singing "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" at karaoke, effectively making up after Marshall accepts a corporate job rather than one that fits his morals.