#love that he reached the conclusion this is kinda like dancing

[ishikawayukis]

action practice behind

[fzjp]

Gonna lose my shit with this fucking ship

started listening to legends of avantris after watching clips for months— from animated clips to chuckles the clown compilations and of course coalecroux

There are cute moments before the marriage episode— featherine referring to kremy as gideon's handler (and gideon responding "just a couple of guys being dudes me and you" i wanna bite my phone just remembering it), gideon giving the almiraj to kremy when he won it (rip torbek but it was hilarious), and their overall banter is so fun it makes me laugh everytime

Even before reaching the wedding episode I know what's gonna happen—kremy got a fae curse and its him falling in love with gideon (and then richie acting so normal about it like what the fuck), kremy "objecting" to the wedding, and gideon offering kremy to dance like that's the cutest shit ever

So when I reached the wedding episode and experienced the whole thing

KREMY MAKING THE WHOLE CONTRACT TO MAKE GIDEON MARRY ALL 3 PIXIES SO HE AND GRICKO GET OUT SCOT-FREE IS FUCKING INSANE AND FUCKING FUNNY

Kremy did got his instant karma with the fae curse, i love it i love it so

and Kremy always making side comments on how the whole wedding's not beautiful and not grand and how this is just like guy's night couple of guys being dudes til the gnome priest added kremy cuz he kept on interrupting the priest

i- im still shaken

AND THEN OF COURSE WHEN THE PRIEST SAID "YOU MAY NOW KISS YOUR BRIDES AND KREMY" "NO IM NOT KISSING KREMY" "BY LAW YOU KISS KREMY" (and then kremy muttering how theyre common law married anyway im gonna pass away—)

AND THE FUCKING RECEPTION

Gideon refusing to feed Kremy's suggestion they feed each other cake, doing the little dance (the dance where derek commented "you're bumping hips" part)

And when kremy brought up the wedding dance but Gideon refused and asking Kremy what's happening to him so Kremy's listening to Francois singing to him in his head

BUT THEN GIDEON MADE A PIXIE TO GIVE KREMY A DRINK BEFORE KREMY WALKED TO GIDEON AND THEY HAD THEIR LITTLE TALK BEFORE GIDEON OFFERED HIS HAND TO DANCE

then spring eladrin frost singing "do you really want to hurt me" (i wanna think this is their theme song, its angsty and funny and it fits them)

In Conclusion: coalecroux is kinda neat im so fine so normal about these two

[leeknaauurr]

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POV: you fall asleep while watching a movie

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Warnings: This is my first post so it might be kinda bad

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|| Ricky, Keita, Jay ||

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Ricky:

You and Ricky had been out and about all day, the mall, the park, pretty much any place you name you both had been there sometime today.

While of course it was fun and you loved every minute of it, it was also exhausting, for the both of you.

You got home and crashed onto the couch, almost already asleep.

“You know what we should do to end the perfect day perfectly??” Ricky sat next to you and poked your stomach.

“What should we do?” you sat up and looked at your boyfriend curiously.

“Let’s watch a movie!!” Ricky says with an excited expression paired with a little ‘whoop whoop’ arm dance.

I mean you were tired of course, but after he was so cute about it.. How could you possibly say no to him?! Exactly you can’t.

“Let’s do it!!” You give him back the same excited energy which made him break into a smile.

You lean against him as he turns on a movie for the two of you to watch. As your head is on his chest you can feel his heart beating. He gently puts his arm around you, which makes your heart start exploding.

You and Ricky cuddled up on the couch sharing a fluffy blanket. It was perfect.

How did you get so lucky to have a boyfriend like him!?! The biggest smile ever creeps onto your face.

About half an hour into the movie, since you were so cozy, you were having a hard time keeping your eyes open.

You carefully looked at Ricky so he didn’t notice you looking. He wouldn’t mind if you fell asleep right?.. You thought about his excited smile.. even though he probably wouldn’t mind you tried your best to stay awake. But the urge to sleep was just to strong,

Ricky was snacking on some candy, completely immersed in the movie. Then suddenly he hears a little snore. He looks down at you and sees your eyes closed and mouth open. He tries to hold back his laugh so he doesn’t wake you up but he can’t help but let out a little chuckle.

Slowly and quietly Ricky turns off the movie and cleans up the mess (all the candy wrappers). He stands in front of you and tries to think of a way he can carry you to bed without waking you up.

After really thinking it over, he comes to the conclusion that his only two options are to either: wake you up and walk you to bed or to carry you. He looks down at you, you look so peaceful. He can’t wake you up!

Nervously Ricky reaches his hands around your torso and lifts you into his arms. He tries to walk as fast as he can so he doesn’t accidentally wake you up. He’s trying so hard not to wake you he doesn’t even realize his cheeks are turning beet red.

He super carefully sets you onto the bed and pulls your favorite warm blanket over you. He quietly lays down next to you (in his attempt to not wake you), and strokes your hair for a little while. It’s so soft.

Once his hand gets tired he decides it's time for him to join you in sleeping. Kissing your cheek, he softly whispers “Goodnight..”. He then starts drifting off into dreamworld along with you.

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Keita:

You were so excited to go see “movie name,” a new movie that just came out on Netflix. It looked so good and you were so excited. You had been looking forward to watching the movie with your boyfriend all day. When you got home you immediately went to find Keita.

“Keiiitttaaaa,” you shouted around the house. Keita suddenly emerges from your shared room holding a bag. “What’s that??,” you walk over to Keita and try to look into the bag. “I’ll tell you once you get your PJs on,” Keita replies enthusiastically.

You quickly throw on gray satin pajamas with stars on them and head out to the living room where Keita’s waiting for you on the couch. “Here you can open it now,” Keita said, handing you the bag with a grin on his face. You open the bag and gasp as you pull out the cutest teddy bear you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

“He can watch the movie with us,” said Keita places the teddy bear in between the two of you. “Thank you I really love it,” you give your thoughtful boyfriend a hug. “Now let's start the movie!”

Keita grabs the remote and presses play. He tries to pay extra careful attention to the movie so he can match your excitement, when he feels your head plop onto his shoulder. He looks over at you and you’re out like a light.

Even though Keita is pretty chill most of the time, when it comes to you almost every little thing you do makes him giggle and kick his feet like a middle school girl. (Never in front of you though).

He’s frozen, he doesn’t want to move and accidentally wake you up. But he knows that the couch isn’t the most comfortable place to sleep. He reaches for the remote and turns off the movie.

Keita decides that he really doesn’t want to accidentally disturb your slumber, so instead of trying to carry you to bed, he instead gets up to get pillows and blankets, to make a bed for you on the couch.

He grabs two extra soft pillows and puts them under your head and neck so you don’t wake up sore. (He also makes a bed for your new teddy bear).

Keita looks at how cute you look, your mouth slightly agape. He can’t just leave you on the couch all alone!

Keita crawls onto the couch next to you, he sneaks a quick glance at you. Just looking at you makes a pink tint appear on his cheeks.

He gently brushes a piece of your hair behind your ear. (At this point his heart is already beating out of his chest so he might as well).

He can’t take being so whipped right now so he decides it's time for him to go to sleep. Even though it takes him awhile to calm down from your unintentional charm, he eventually falls asleep along with you though.

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Jay:

Jay had just gotten back from practice. You were in your room working on a group project, you were a bit stressed out because your group mates were making you do all the work. You’d pretty much been working on it all day.

You had told Jay about the important project the night before. So when he walked through the door to your shared apartment and called your name without an answer, he knew exactly where you were. He quietly peeked through the doorway, and snuck up behind you.

“How long have you been working on this?” He said, wrapping his arms around you. He didn’t want you to overwork yourself, but he also didn’t want to nag you.

“Most of the day, but I’m almost done.” you said trying your best to not sound tired. You know how worried Jay gets about your health sometimes, and the last thing you want to do is make him worry.

Jay paused, considering if he should just let you be or not. He realizes that you need to finish your project, buuut you said you're almost done, and it’s not due for 4 more days. One movie break shouldn’t hurt.

Cheekily Jay picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He marches down the hall into the living room with a sly grin on his face.

“JAAAAY, put me down, I need to finish my projecttt,” you squirm to try and get out of his grip. It doesn’t work though.

With a sneaky grin on his face Jay pretends to almost drop you, which makes you let out a small yelp.

“Oops did I scare you?,” laughing he plops you down on the couch and flicks your forehead. You flash him a smile and flick him back. Now he’s straight up giggling and kicking his feet, he thinks you're so cute.

He sits down next to you and pulls you closer to him while turning on a movie. You lean into his touch and rest your head on his shoulder. This is way better than finishing your project, you're grateful that you have Jay.

As you're lost in thought, daydreaming about your wonderful boyfriend, he puts his hand on your head and gently plays with your hair. Right now you feel so safe and comfortable. It’s almost like he knows you're tired and is indirectly telling you, “It’s ok you should rest”. Whether he knows or not you decide to let yourself get some rest.

Jay could feel your breaths get slower and deeper. He looks at you in your now peaceful state. Yep you were definitely asleep. Looking at your relaxed facial expression his heart warms up. He really is whipped for you.

He carefully picks you up and carries you to bed. When he lays you down on the bed he can’t help but have the biggest, sweetest, smile on his face. He lays down next to you and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Goodnight,” Jay kisses your forehead, and closes his eyes. Maybe you guys should have a movie night more often.

[mikeyisbrooklyn]

I read this and have now conjured up an idea for AA7 that puts their relationship to the absolute limit but also reaches a satisfying conclusion.

I don’t have a lot of details but the important bits are as follows:

Early early on Apollo expresses disdain that Phoenix seems to show ample love to everyone but him but seems to only tolerate him or love him at arms length (this is because of Phoenix’s own insecurities around Apollo looking up to/becoming him); Phoenix should either directly find out about Apollo’s feelings or catch wind of them

Apollo (by some cruel twist of fate) is the defendant for case 2 of the game (that way the first case can stay nice and simple as tutorials ought to be); Phoenix insists on being his defense attorney (without assist from Athena, I’ll explain why in a bit) because he heard how Apollo feels and wants to disprove him; Phoenix FAILS to save Apollo and so Polly gets the book thrown at him

Athena comes in and saves the day, securing a retrial and getting Apollo an acquittal; she specifically has to not be a part of the initial trial because…

Apollo now HATES Phoenix for letting him down when he needed him most, especially because Phoenix insisted on defending Apollo instead of letting him do it himself, only to fail him

Case 3 & 4 could have any of them be the defense really but the important bits are that throughout the rest of the game Apollo refuses to even say a word to Phoenix; in fact Polly is outright moody and standoffish to everyone but Athena and Trucy

Reasonably, Athena and Trucy would be upset by this and may or may not try to get them to work together or work it out but regardless it won’t work

Phoenix will try to make it up to Apollo repeatedly in increasingly desperate ways (some of which being material) and word it as “try to win him back”, this wording is important cause…

Maya (of all people) sagely and honestly smacks Nick with a question: “Was he ever really yours to win back? I dunno kinda seemed like you hated the kid.” (bonus point if she meant it innocently because she isn’t all that knowledgeable on Nick and Polly’s complex relationship); this is all set up for the ending because for the most part we don’t get much more of Phoenix’s side until the end, but it’s important to know that he DOES have to think about his own shortcomings when it comes to Apollo

Finally comes Case 5, where *gasp* Phoenix is the defendant. But this part is important, he either has to be unconscious/in a coma, have memory loss, or is drastically incapacitated in some way, shape, or form.

Athena also has to be out of commission (but it can be for innocuous reasons, maybe she even comes in after Apollo has his **Moment** (we’ll get to that))

This leaves Apollo the only person who can defend Phoenix, but the thing is: HE DOESNT WANT TO; he’s still mad at the guy

Trucy loses it (in her own way, of course) and can’t believe Apollo wouldn’t want to save Phoenix “after all he’s done for him”

This makes Apollo finally **finally** blow up; he probably says something to the effect of “all he’s ever done for me is drag me into trouble and ruin my life or let me down” yadda yadda; point being is he’s at his limit and we get to see him pushed past his point of just accepting the same old song and dance it has been with Phoenix for the last couple of years of his life

He upsets Trucy big time and he’s remorseful about that but he still feels the way he does; she runs off in dramatic fashion and Apollo is left alone to stew with his thoughts; all the shit he’s ever been through since he met Phoenix; all the conflicting emotions, the fact that he still looks up to the guy somehow, the fact that some deep part of him feels like maybe Phoenix does care for him but he’s still upset because it’s always felt like not enough or not as much as he loves the girls; we get much a more in-depth exploration of the feelings he expressed at the beginning of the game; if we want Maya to be more important than just a one off line, she could also come in at this point to provide a bit more goofy unintentional wisdom (that she later reveals is intentional)

Somehow, Apollo finds out that once the Big Bad gets Phoenix out of the way (cause of course that’s the goal), they’re gonna do something that somehow hurts Trucy and/or Athena and Apollo finally makes up his mind: he’ll defend Phoenix, if only to save the girls

Throughout the (surely tenuous) trial, Apollo has his back against the wall multiple times but each time someone that loves Phoenix comes and gives just that little bit of aid he needs to keep going, all saying that they wish they could do more, and after it all he realizes something; Phoenix isn’t just important because of himself, he’s important because of all the people he’s saved, all the people he’s loved, they count on him and have counted on him to defend them and be there for him and now he needs someone to defend him who’s going to do it: Apollo Justice, the same person that defended him all those years ago and helped him put away Kristoph Gavin

At this point, Apollo takes the mantle because he’s not just defending Phoenix, he’s defending everyone he loves too! And he realizes pretty quickly that there is an overlap between who Phoenix love and who he loves and it settles something in him

If Athena comes back in, it’s just as support, this is purely Apollo’s moment; I’m sure Trucy and Maya will have their own words of encouragement to add; and if Phoenix comes back in to, he could offer the final piece of evidence needed to win the day, but ultimately Apollo needed to have already come to the conclusion himself, and Nick just simply helped cement it (bonus points if we can fit in a forged evidence joke/reference to bring back around)

Apollo Justice saves the day, people cheer, happy ending!! But before we fade to black, the boys finally talk face to face; Phoenix thanks Apollo and self-degradingly apologizes for not being able to do the same which prompts Apollo to clarify that he wasn’t really mad about that, and he expresses his complex feelings; upon sharing that he’s always felt that Phoenix just cared about him less then everyone else, Phoenix finally admits that all of that is because of his own fears that Apollo would be like him, and his subconscious idea that if he made sure he kept his distance, he can’t do anymore harm to the kid; Apollo does admit that Phoenix has brought him a lot of trouble, but he’s also brought him a lot of love too, even if it took him a bit to realize it; Phoenix apologizes for that too and promises to not make it so hard to see and maybe even says he’s proud of him; Apollo sends the game off with a touching monologue about how important the things and people we love are and the many ways how we show that may be, seeming content with his place in life and the direction he’s going, sure that whatever and wherever it is, he’ll have the people he loves near him

And that’s the end of ** “Apollo Justice: Trial By Fire” **

Alright I’m done, thanks for reading all that of you did. TLDR: hard to do but essentially Apollo and Nick has to face their complex relationship and resolve it finally because Apollo goes to jail and Nick almost goes to jail (again) and the boys have big feelings.

phoenix and apollo's relationship is like:

you were my childhood idol and were so important towards the choices i made that i cannot extract your influence from my personality / you looked up to me in a way that is frightening and reminds me of the person i used to be who was so much better than who i am now

your daughter is my sister but you are not my father except when you are / my daughter is your sister but you are not my son except when you are

i hate you for the actions you forced me to take against my will that could have doomed me to a fate you know to be hell / i hate myself for the actions i forced you to take, but i was not given a choice either before i was dragged into this fate worse than hell

you ripped my future away from me and saved my life in equal measure / i was forced to choose between letting a murderer walk free for a second time, the same one who ruined my life, or ripping the future out from under the feet of a boy i'd never met and now i know you and i know i made the right choice but i hate it

i miss the way i used to be able to look at you / i miss the way you must have used to look at me

please teach me / please let me feel i have something worth teaching

i am afraid of you because you show me what i could become / i am afraid of you because you show me what i used to be

we both love this little girl so much and don't know who we'd be without her and she loves us both so dearly but we almost can't stand each other except for her sake

you never tell me anything about yourself, i know nothing that i need to know

i have let you down, i have let you down, i have let you down

i can never be who you want me to be, i can never be who i want myself to be

if i said i loved you it would be a lie, it i said i hated you it would be a lie, if i said i was neutral on you it would be a lie, and we both know lies when we see them, don't we?

[lilioopdf]

edit: no one’s gonna see this but i talked too much and realised i should prob put a page break thing but in conclusion: we need things that make us happy. literature and history was always mine, and i tied it so deeply to my identity that i didn’t know what to do once i stopped studying those. writing helps. ive always been writing. one day i’ll be a literature student again. (even if i sob through that degree because of the papers). writing helps me believe that not all is gone and out of reach.

today my friend talked abt how he missed physics and learning about physics and exploring physics and this friend is actually really clever and i swear he’s a bit of a prodigy but anyway

he went to some event where he got to experience physics things (sorry im useless at this stuff so idk what he did) but be got to build stuff and explore labs and weird chemicals and everything

and he said he’d been reading up less on physics and engaging with it and everything because his school rejected him from physics clubs (which is insane to me bc i know some vv talented people from my old school who went to their new school and got rejected from communities theyve won national competitions in but anyway) and because of heavy academic commitments and everything (for context we live in one of the most academically rigorous countries in the world

i think i feel the same way about writing and literature in general because

writing was always so tied to literature for me and i don’t think i’ve ever remembered a time where i wasn’t even writing simple scenarios down? in 2016 i had a routine of lying on my stomach on the floor and drawing while listening to the radio and it was then that i realised that i wanted to get out of the country

but i also knew i wanted to study literature then and i knew it when i was rereading the same books at four and when it rained when i was seven and when i was drawing at 8 and at 12 before i entered secondary school and at 14 before we could even pick our subject combinations

and i was in love with literature and every single class that i went to but then my last time studying it properly didn’t turn out the way i wanted and like i wasn’t ever able to actually move on from it because it’s always been so tied to my personality

like i was always so history and english oriented and im not bad at other things bc i do it well when i want to but my languages and humanities were always up there

like id have a basic conversation with someone and then they’d go and tell someone’s else how well spoken i was or like id always be put at the front of school events and important events even with ministers just for my communication skills and like ive always attributed it to like everything literature like id tell myself oh must be because im a lit student and this and that

and even at this new place i realised not everyone wants to actually work in art history and music and theatre and dance and so i felt okay enough to tell people i would probably go into comms/pr and the first thing people would say was oh that suits you so much actually

and tbh ive never considered communications before this year but childhood friends and teachers always said they could picture me as a reporter or journalist even when i had no plans of doing that and look how it actually turned out to be kinda true so that’s kinda cool

ive been yapping so much in this post but my point is that i genuinely didn’t know what to do with myself when i stopped properly studying english lit this year. my english lit teacher (so so good by the way, i had the best and most loveliest teachers ever) is not even in the school anymore because she got promoted to somewhere really good and doesn’t even teach lit anymore.

but like idk writing makes me think it’ll be okay. im studying art history rn which is cool i love it but i think ill always be reaching out for literature no matter where i’m at and my friend put it perfectly when he said his event gave him “a glimpse into the life (he’s) always dreamt of pursuing”

like yeah i think we all need something that helps us hold onto hope especially in such a shitty world and i think 8 year old me would love this and i talked a lot but i needed to get it out because i beat myself up for not taking literature again but maybe not all is lost, just a little harder to find

[nameishname]

prequelle is my favorite ghost album atm just cuz it's good + it's the one with the most songs I'm hyped about listening to on average for now. But it's also kind of funny to me cuz like, while I genuinely like every song on there all the way through (except maybe ashes ig but y'know) my favorite part of literally every single song on the album is such a small part of it? It's not like "it's this verse" or "it's this chorus" or something it's like "it's the way he rolls the r in drink me :)" Which this isn't an uncommon thing to like a small part of a song, it's just funny to me that it happened with Every Single Song on the album. The only exception to this is Witch Image I love everything about that song

it's literally like..

Ashes - The bit that's also the end of rats before the other instruments kick in

Rats - The music bit at the end as the last "rats" fades out before the rest of the instruments come in

Faith - When the music kinda pauses and it feels a bit like someone picked it up and flicked it down

See The Light - "Drrrrrink Me"

Miasma - 1:47 - 2:09

Dance Macabre - kinda cheating ig but genuinely it's the part where I hear him say "wobble wobble" in my head

Pro Memoria - Exhale with the drums

Witch Image - Iiiiiii love this song I fucking love this song ooo ooo.. The fuckin.. the high pitched uh chord or whatever that plays, the way it hangs in the air a second after the intro to then -> Youu.. with the guitar and everything sounds dreamy and far away and mmmm.. "deep blue sea" and "pale white horse" are so satisfying in the notes as conclusions to those line it mmmm. the .. flute(? whatever instrument that is) -> You'd Never Want Me To Appear🎶🎤 You'd Never Want It To Be 🎶Ooooooooover🎶🎤 You Never Wanted To Reach Out To The Edge Of Time🎶🎤🎶🎶 WHILE YOU SLEEP and the noise I was talking about from the beginning is playing again and mmm Like Nooo Otheeeeeeeeer . to you. The guitar solo grrrr rrrrr the weird in and out sound on the drums after the solo to go back in. THE FAINT LIKE, CHOIR VOCALS KICKING IN AT THE END. I fucking love this song I love every aspect of this song Fuck! this song is so good. I assend when I listen to it and I don't say that lightly

Helvetesfönster - 3:38

Life Eternal - ✨️windchimes✨️

[ficmachine]

Eyyo cute idea I had what about glamrock Freddy or Montgomery x new masc glamrock reader. Like they are a new animatronic and they are kind of shy meeting their new band members. And like Freddy or Montgomery are just head over heals for them.

This one's kinda long.

Glamrock Freddy/Montgomery Gator x Masc Reader

[Headcanons - Short, shy animatronic dancer s/o ]

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You're a bit unsure when you first step out of your small recharge room to meet the other animatronics. Despite the immense knowledge you have on things, including the animatronics you're supposed to work with, it's... Unsettling; new. You don't like that very much. Then again, you're going to experience a lot of things first-hand from now on.

It takes you a bit to step outside, and when you do you're met with four new faces. The amount of people asides from the other mechanical beings makes you want to cower. Kind of sucks that it's your first day online and you already feel like your memory is about to overfill with... What is that? Ah, anxiety. Great. It seems you have a rather advanced emotion module installed.

Glamrock Freddy -

The moment he laid his eyes on you he runs a full body-scan on you. They were all informed that there's a new animatronic joining their band and, truth to be told, he wasn't sure what he was expecting. It sure wasn't someone like you, though.

You're small... So small. You maybe just about reach his chest. He finds that incredibly endearing.

The way you look up at him as he's introduced as the leader of the band makes his electronic heart skip a beat. Your very unsure but incredibly curious gaze staring right back at his softening one. It was that moment that made him want to befriend you – to be close to you and make sure no harm comes to you.

He's not exactly a confrontational kind of guy, he's aware of that. Still, though, despite getting close to you he couldn't just ask you out. You were his co-worker! Your friend! He can't just... Take advantage of you like that. He's a gentleman! He will wait for you to make the first move if... If you feel like that towards him, that is.

Still, he feels so very strongly for you that he can't help but sigh deeply every time he watches you interact with kids. You're good at handling them, and even better at getting them involved and teaching them some simple dance moves. The way your soft laugh echoes through the room catches him off guard. Man, he really has it bad.

It gets to the point where it's awkwardly obvious that the big bear has a thing for you. You, however, afraid to jump into conclusions, keep doing your thing and don't cross a line – you mind your business even when Freddy's focus lingers on you as he completely ignores the owner of the establishment in favour to stare at you. It's embarrassing.

After a few months of being pushed and teased about it eventually Freddy takes a step forward to ask you out (after being threatened that Monty will steal you if he doesn't). It's sweet, a bit awkward, but he does manage to confess to you. Quietly, you nod your head. It's insanely uncomfortable to speak up when dozens of families and employees surround you holding cameras up to memorise this interaction.

Very quickly, Freddy asks if you want to get out of the public eye. You've never dragged him away this quick before.

The two of you settle in a very cheesy, domestic kind of relationship; affectionate, loving and extremely gentle towards one another. You ou end up being one of the most talked-about thing by the fans, the employees, and even some newspapers.

Hell, there's even couple's discount for merchandise of the star of Pizza Plex himself and his partner! Both of you agree it's embarrassing but there's only so much you can do when your relationship is very much a hot topic for the first few months.

Monty -

Truth to be told, he didn't want to be there in the first place. It's always a drag when they introduce a new model – one that'll eventually break down and be forgotten about. There's no point of caring when they'll only be here for a few weeks, gain little to no attention, and then end up either being broken up for parts or a punching bag for the ki--

Oh. Oh no. You're cute.

What the hell. They can't just go out of their way to make such a handsome animatronic like it's some kind of a competition. You're probably the smallest one asides from the S.T.A.F.F. Bots, and besides! How is he supposed to deal with this when you look up at him with such an incredibly.... Awkwardly charming smile? Man, he shouldn't have come here.

Monty becomes incredibly protective of you after your first meeting. Yes, you can take care of yourself and yes you're beyond capable of dealing with kids on your own when they want to spend time with you, but there's no way in hell he's letting anything slip by. If you're going somewhere alone? He'll be right by you. “Gotta make sure the newbie's doing good.” is his excuse.

He's certaint he never worried so much about anyone else before. He's not sure why you struggle when there's too many people around you, or when there's a bunch of them staring – you're a star! A dancer! Aren't you supposed to like the attention?

It worries him. You worry him. Not in a bad way, of course not, he can't do anything about the personality that's been installed into your processor (and he adores you for how you are, he does) but sometimes he worries that the job is a bit too much for you to handle. Maybe you'd be better off with a smaller role? What if the attention gets too much for you? He's scared you'll get in trouble for “not working properly” as some kids put it when you tripped over your own two feet on stage once.

Given the chance he'll take over for you completely. It's hard to see the audience with the lights pointing directly at you. You're an incredibly good dancer but he's seen you stumble; he's seen you mess up and hesitate to get back up. The last thing he wants is for anyone to chat shit or point fingers at you. Whenever that happens he'll make sure all the attention is on him and ONLY him – he'll rock out harder, do some twirls, maybe even do a split. Anything to make sure you don't get yelled at for screwing up.

He waits for at least 3 weeks until he decides that his feelings aren't going away. When he's sure though he pulls you to the side and away to ask you out – just the two of you, nobody around.

Surprisingly, the whole thing is incredibly sweet.. He invites you into his – for once - cleans room before you get there. He's gentle when he asks if it's alright with you for him to speak from his mechanical heart. When you nod he simply states - “I've got it bad for ya. You ah-- You wanna be mine?” and whips out a heart plushie he... Made himself. It's.. Not good and only kinda heart shaped, but you very quickly catch on what he's getting gat.

As chill and casual as he is you watch him fumble with his shades awkwardly, tail swishing from side to side while he waits for you response. You know him more than enough to know how he acts when his nerves kick in – it's kinda cute.

The hug you give him is enough for him to go from 'Tough Cool Guy, No Touchy' to melting in your arms. His shoulders slump, tail finally stops anxiously wagging from side to side; he gives you the gentlest hug he's ever given.

The word about the two of you spreads fairly quickly, mostly because after days of him softly begging, giving up when you showed discomfort and trying again the day later, you finally gave in - after yet another promise that you won't regret everyone knowing you're a thing. And he was right.

The last thing you expected him to be is a big PDA guy, though it took him a bit to actually grow into it no matter how affectionate he actually was in private. Nowadays the two of you are basically inseparable, and given the chance he'll carry you anywhere he can. You're small, you're incredible – you fit in his arms perfectly.

[10dance]

Oh my goodness... I really have no words for this chapter other than more screaming, but I'll try to organize my thoughts! It's been more than a week since this chapter came out but I still can't believe it happened. It feels like a dream.

First, the thought that Sugiki got over his obsessive desire to monopolize Suzuki by realizing "they can't dance together if they become one" is kinda funny even if that's not true. I'm glad that he reached this conclusion, though. Good for him! Sugiki had a lot of highlights in these short 15 pages (including the ending), but one I really liked was "You'll do anything? You can't breathe without me?" It's almost a little taunting in a way. And then Suzuki blushes and says Sugiki's the only one... His expression speaks volumes. The slightly scrunched eyebrows, as if saying after all those months of agonizing over these feelings and this relationship, it's still him. God, my heart. Inoue is just so good at drawing detailed expressions that just say so much without dialogue!

Sugiki thought they could kiss right then, but Suzuki had to come clean... I have been wondering how this moment was going to go down for so long, probably years at this point since Suzuki started hooking up with Norman. We always knew Sugiki can be ridiculous at times but it really peaked here. I think he has good reason to, though, considering just a few minutes ago he thought he was going to be rejected again by the man he loves, no wonder he's short-circuiting...

This interrogation scene made me laugh so hard when I saw it first the first time! Sugiki confidently assuming that he meant Fabio, and then imagining Saichi only donning a cute apron... Are you sure you're not the one attracted to him, Sugiki? But then Suzuki dropped the bomb, and Sugiki would have never guessed it in a million years, I feel so bad for him. Is it kind of weird to ask how many times they had sex? Yes, but I think it's also kind of reasonable? Especially when Suzuki's answer of "Uhhh... I don't remember..." made it so much funnier. That's the worst answer you can give!! Sugiki then says he'll go fuck Norman for a while as well, that's going down in the top most ridiculous Sugiki moments of all time. Though I won't lie, ex-rivals/friends/one-side-is-still-holding-a-grudge is a nice BL dynamic...

Suzuki, pulling his collar, got Sugiki to turn around and we finally see Sugiki crying for the first time in the story. Such a vulnerable and intimate moment between the two but there's also so many eyes on them. I'm scared that someone might've taken a video or something, but I think that's unlikely.

Sugiki crying and asking Suzuki to make him his only is so... ah, it just tugs on my heartstrings! He looks so submissive and breedable pathetic, and I love pathetic men especially if they don't do this often. Jokes aside, I read Sugiki's crying as not being able to contain all of his emotions and ending up a sobbing mess (hugs him). He might be jealous in that moment (I'm calling it now that Inoue will use it as a gag), but it felt more like he was just focused on Suzuki to only belong to him from this moment on rather than anything else. And we know the answer is yes B)! Their kiss is my current discord pfp because of how glorious it is.

After most updates I am always dying while waiting for the next one, but this time I can die happy knowing they are finally together. It was truly a cathartic reading experience when it first came out. Of course, we are getting ever closer to the Ten Dance Championship, but for now I'm just glad these two idiots worked it out after 13 years of publication!

10 Dance - chapter 42, part 2 summary

Suzuki has asked for Sugiki to be his. How will he respond, and where will the two end up after Suzuki makes a shocking confession?

Full summary and highlight images under the cut.

Chapter 42, part 2: 好きにならずにはいられない (Can't Help Falling in Love)

Published online on October 4th, 2024, available to purchase on Comic Days, or rent for 10 days on Yanmaga.

The scene continues from last time, where the Shinyas started a conversation on the busy sidewalk in front of Sugiki's studio and Suzuki asked for Sugiki to be his. Suzuki states that both of them are worse off being apart from each other. Sugiki responds to Suzuki's earlier offer to become the same person, saying that they won't be able to dance together if that happens. He asks if by wanting him to be his that Suzuki means for Sugiki to become his possession. Suzuki starts to protest, but Sugiki asks if not being with him makes it feel like he can't breathe. Suzuki says that's correct, and that Sugiki is the only one who makes him feel that way. Sugiki smiles and says that it's the same for him, grabbing Suzuki's shirt and pulling him closer, poised to kiss him.

Suzuki stops him and tells him to wait. Sugiki looks annoyed and wonders why, and Suzuki starts to sweat as he confesses that he had a relationship with another man. Sugiki menacingly asks if he could repeat that, and Suzuki quickly and quietly mutters that he had sex with another guy. Sugiki claims he already knew that, making Suzuki wonder how he found out. Sugiki guesses that it was Fabio, since he saw the video Fabio posted of them kissing on social media. Suzuki brushes that off, and Sugiki then speculates that he got seduced by his "indecent housekeeper", picturing Saichi wearing nothing but a frilly apron. Suzuki denies that, and Sugiki asks who it could have been. Suzuki takes a deep breath and says that it was Norman, which leaves Sugiki shocked. He asks if it happened just one time, and Suzuki admits that it went on for a while. Sugiki wants to know how many times, but Suzuki says he doesn't remember. Sugiki quickly turns to walk away, saying he's also going to go sleep with Norman for a while. Suzuki is confused as to why he'd do that, saying that's not what being the same person as him should mean. Sugiki determinedly says he's going to become even more like Suzuki than Suzuki himself is. Suzuki asks if Sugiki even knows what he's saying, reaching out to turn him back around. He's shocked to discover that Sugiki has tears streaming down his face.

Sugiki slumps and puts his head against his chest, telling Suzuki to make him his one and only possession. Suzuki smiles, and the two hold each other and share a kiss.

Previous chapter: #42 part 1

Next chapter: There is currently no information on the next release date.

[mylefey]

We really need to talk about Gregorio

Some thoughts about Motherland: Fort Salem. Full spoilers for seasons 1 to the end of 3, you are warned. (Sorry, this is extremely long but the conclusions might be worth it, we can kinda prove that Talder is canon).

Gregorio serves no obvious narrative purpose in s3

In the last 2 episodes of M:FS s3, the only episodes he’s featured in, Gregorio doesn't seem to serve any narrative purpose: he has almost no effect on the plot, his very rare contributions could have been either taken out of the script entirely, or been given by other characters who we’ve been familiarized with all throughout the season.

In M:FS s3e09, here are Gregorio’s contributions:

he meets with Tally and Adil, explains he was in jail (explains his absence for the whole season)

he helps Adil get dressed (he’s literally the only male present with which Adil has had a previous relationship, thus the only candidate for this moment of male bonding)

he’s Tally’s partner at the weddings, they sit together, dance together, have sex

he’s Tally’s partner at an all couple hang out at the campfire scene

In resume, he’s here only so Tally isn’t alone at the weddings or at the campfire.

He’s used as a prop. They put him here to occupy Tally when everybody else is paired up, and to make her look happy instead of helpless (her own words).

A few days before the weddings, we see Tally kneeling on the grass, singing her piece of the First Song in the same way Khalida had done to summon Alder in M:FS s3e04. She’s trying to summon Alder, to get any sign that she didn’t die in the ice cave. When she gets no response to her call, she says: “I gave up my Sight […] to be a Steward of a Song that might never be sung. I feel helpless and I don’t like it.”

Gregorio appears right at this moment.

The writers were not trying to be subtle about this with the wording and the timing. Tally says she feels helpless and the very next thing they write in is Gregorio coming back into Tally’s life. The link between the two facts is pointed out to us: Gregorio’s presence is their solution to Tally’s helplessness. This, she can control. This will keep her occupied.

Gregorio is used as a tool to make Tally look like she feels better. After all, everybody around her is about to be super happy (weddings and all), the writers/execs will NOT have her be a sad sack in the background, it wouldn’t look good.

There was no need for this. We know Tally, she loves her sisters, we know she’s tremendously happy for them, regardless of her own situation. Tally would have been happily hidden her insecurities for the duration of the weddings, for her sisters’ sake.

In M:FS s3e10, here are Gregorio’s contributions:

he’s physically present with the unit when they leave for Fort Salem

he announces that they can equip themselves at the training room (all the people present knew that too, we’ve seen them all use the same training room)

he helps map a path for reaching the Necro facilities (all the people present knew the path too, even Adil contributes and he didn’t even study here)

he leaves the unit to join Petra’s group (the reason is unclear, how would he know if they need his support more than the unit?)

he informs Petra that the unit is armed (messenger for a useless message)

he suggests which Work to use to get rid of their enemies (not only is he the less experienced fighter of this group, making it strange his suggestion is accepted by the others, but it’s also what’s going to ultimately kill Anacostia)

he helps with the Work (nothing says this Work couldn’t have been cast without him)

he rejoins the unit (again, the reason is unclear, how does he know if the unit needs more support than Petra’s team? They just lost one team member, why lose another?)

he tells them about the new silencing tech (the unit still looks surprised when it’s used against them 2 min later, and they disable the tech the way they would have done without Gregorio’s heads-up anyway)

he disappears without anyone noticing (they were evolving together in narrow tunnels with enemies at their heels, how was he separated?)

he reappears (somehow he survived several encounters with Camarilla soldiers, alone in the tunnels)

he fights alongside the unit (basically he keeps the enemies busy while the protagonists discuss things with their backs turned)

he keeps the enemies busy with Nicte while the unit goes into the Mycelium

he hugs Tally when the battle is over (he’s not even present for the homage to Anacostia even though she died saving his life)

In resume, he’s here to make the real protagonists look good during the fights. When the protagonists need to look badass, he’s put aside so he doesn’t take up visual space, and when the protagonists need to chat, he’s brought out again to keep the enemy busy. He does some kind of back and forth between 2 groups, somehow never getting caught even though the base is crawling with enemies, only to transmit messages that are either useless or not actionable. Anything else he contributes, lines or actions, could have been attributed to other characters (in fact, they probably took those lines and actions from other characters just so he wouldn’t look completely useless).

He’s used as a prop. He could have been replaced simply by better fight choreography, and, although it is good for the heroes to have some support, he didn’t need to date Tally to be here. Gregorio is their friend and coven-mate, this is reason enough to spend time with them and share in their joy.

So if Gregorio being here seems to serve no narrative purpose, why was he here at all? The actor was cast and paid for this, and precious episode time was taken from important plot lines by having him here.

There could be a few reasons:

the obsession of writers and/or executives to want to have everyone be paired up for the end of a show, making it at least “look” like loose ends are tied up. This is very common in TV-shows finales. Gregorio and Tally had flirted a little bit in s2 and they were on good terms so he was a suitable candidate for it.

writers and/or executives knew it would be a very open ending with both Tally and Alder alive, but wanted to make sure the door would be closed on a Talder romance. It’s still rare to have an LGBT+ couple be endgame but as they already gave us Raylla, they didn’t want to give us a second one. LGBT+ couples are still treated as tokens because of rampant homophobia and the need for good ratings.

Gregorio could be a self-insert, wish-fulfillment character from a writer and/or an executive, it’s been known to happen more often than we think. The biggest characteristic of a self-insert, wish-fulfillment character is “they’re pretty bland character-wise but, for some never-defined reason, the sexy protagonist find them very interesting/attractive”, which seems to fit with the situation here.

There might be other reasons. Let's see if we can find one by over-analyzing some things.

How long have Tally and Gregorio been together?

When the unit gets reinstated and they’re back at Fort Salem, Anacostia says that the wedding will happen “next week”, which is fairly vague in number of days, but let’s say it means “in around 7 days”. Gregorio reappears a few moments later. Meaning that, by the time the wedding takes place, Tally and Gregorio have had around 7 days to reacquaint themselves. They were coven-mates and friends before.

But are they dating by the time the wedding happens? The editing of the episode is a bit murky, so let’s see:

After having helped Adil get dressed, Gregorio says: “I’m gonna go find Tally.” It doesn’t inform us on their status, just that he wants to spend time with her.

At the wedding, the first time we see Tally and Gregorio in the same space is for the ceremony, they are seated close but not directly next to each other (Khalida is between them).

Then we see them flirt while dancing, touching cheeks and laughing.

Next up, they have sex in a hallway.

Then, and only then, at the campfire scene, the evening of the wedding, do we see them behaving like a couple (sitting in one’s lap, holding hands).

In addition to that, in M:FS s3e10, in the training room, Gregorio announces that he’s leaving the unit to join Petra’s group. Even though both Tally and Gregorio know that this might be the last time they’ll see each other, they don’t kiss. They’re awkward with each other, which only reinforces how new their relationship is.

From this, we can conclude with some certainty that Tally and Gregorio only became a couple as a result of having sex in the hallway after the weddings ceremony.

Why now?

Tally and Gregorio have known each other since they started War College in M:FS s2e02. They’ve always made some amount of doe eye at each other but it never went anywhere, even though there was ample time and opportunity, not even when it would have gotten the Imperatrix off of both their backs. They don’t see each other for all the time the unit is on the run (we have no indication of how long this lasted, but at least a few months?), Tally doesn’t even mention him, and finally they’re both back at Fort Salem again only a few days before the weddings.

So why do they suddenly get together at the weddings?

Let’s examine one particular bit of timing at the weddings (Tally and Gregorio are not a couple at this point):

Tally feels helpless.

Alder arrives at the weddings to drop off Khalida, reunites with Anacostia and then leaves without even talking to Tally.

Khalida joins the unit, telling them, by her presence if not by words (we are not shown this part), that Alder is here, alive and well.

Tally runs after Alder, and they have a conversation. Tally looks obviously mad, her stance is guarded, arms crossed and she sports a forced, jaw-clenched smile on her face.

Alder rejects Tally’s help and leaves. Tally looks dejected and mad, she shakes her head, looks up at the sky, and stomps away.

The wedding ceremony happens, pausing the action for a bit.

Tally has sex for the first time with Gregorio, in a hallway.

Before we can conclude anything from this, let’s examine another situation for comparison:

Tally was in a romantic relationship with Gerit. When she learned that he lied to her, by omission, about his marital status, she broke up with him. When, in M:FS s1e07, Gerit comes back some time later and apologizes, Tally initially rejects him.

But she’s in the middle of a personal crisis. She had been ordered to not say anything about Scylla being Spree and being the army’s prisoner in Fort Salem. She can only watch as Raelle suffers from the uncertainty around Scylla’s disappearance. She feels guilty and is scared of Raelle linking with her and seeing her memories of Scylla. She’s obviously conflicted and looks pale (the make-up department is on point).

Tally obviously feels helpless about the whole situation and says so at some point to Anacostia, in M:FS s1e06: “I feel, I do need to do something. […] I cannot pretend that nothing happened!” but she gets shot down.

Then Gerit comes back around a 2nd time, just after Raelle calls Tally out about avoiding her and Tally had to lie about it. It’s only at this point that Tally caves and starts having sex with Gerit again. Even though she makes the decision, she looks downcast about it, instead of horny or enthusiastic.

In resume: Tally feels helpless about Raelle’s suffering - Raelle gets angry at her - Tally starts having sex with Gerit.

It does sound strangely familiar, doesn’t it?

In fact, that’s exactly the same chain of events we have just described about Tally at the weddings: Tally feels helpless about Alder, her Sight and the First Song - Alder avoids her and rejects her - Tally starts having sex with Gregorio.

In M:FS s1e09, when Gerit booty-calls Tally and the unit calls her out on it, right after Libba's funeral, Tally says: “I need this.” Her tone of voice makes it clear that she's not horny or in love, she just needs to work out her frustrations regarding her situation.

Sex with Gerit is a way for Tally to cope with her feelings.

From all this, we can conclude that Tally starts having sex with Gregorio in order to work out her frustrations regarding Alder rejecting her.

Let’s add an interesting fact: in M:FS s3e09, in the hallway as they are about to have sex, Gregorio says he’s feeling judged by a painting of a woman on the wall. Tally answers: “Then let her watch…”. It seems straightforward but Tally looks and sounds a bit ruthless about it, which feels strange as she’s supposed to feel horny and carefree at that point.

Whereas if you consider the fact that Tally is here to work out her frustrations about Alder, it would fit that her comment is in fact directed at Alder, not at a random woman in a painting. It’s like Tally is telling Alder: “Look at what you make me do, it’s your fault.”

It’s very subtle, though, and absolutely no proof of anything by itself.

Is Tallorio even a romance?

Here is the only instance of characters talking about Tally and Gregorio’s relationship, when Tally calls Gregorio “Greg” after having had sex for the first time in M:FS s3e10:

Abigail: “Greg, we’re Greg now? […] Nice little charge-up at the wedding there, Tal?” Tally: “Always good before a battle.” Abigail: “And?” Tally: “He was so good.”

There’s no mention of feelings at all, just that Gregorio gave Tally a good charge.

Let’s compare this to Abigail, who’s notorious for using sex with men for a charge, when she talks about having had sex with Adil for the first time in M:FS s2e01: “It’s more than sex with this one. More than just charging up, you know? It’s deep and feels like destiny or something.”

That’s a stark difference. Character-wise, Tally has been shown to get attached too fast, and Abigail to not get attached at all. And, at the time of each of these quotes, Tally has known Gregorio for at least twice as long as Abigail had known Adil (half a season for Abigail and Adil, 2 seasons for Tally and Gregorio).

All signs point to Tallorio being nothing else than a simple wedding hookup. There’s the possibility of it being the beginning of a romantic relationship, but as the show stops here, a few hours and a whole world-ending battle later, it'll stay nothing more than a possibility.

TL,DR?

Where does all that over-analyzing leave us?

We determined that:

Gregorio doesn’t seem to have a reason to be there except to play combat support and be Tally’s sexual partner.

Tally doesn’t have sex with Gregorio until right after Alder rejects her help.

Tally uses casual sex as a way to cope with her feelings.

Tally doesn’t express any romantic feelings for Gregorio.

From all this, we can safely conclude that Gregorio’s presence serves to show how much being rejected by Alder affects Tally. (The shippers might go as far as to say that Tallorio having sex in these circumstances implies that Talder is canon (on Tally’s part at least).)

We determined earlier that Gregorio had no obvious narrative purpose for being present in s3, could this be the non-obvious narrative reason? To show the depth of Tally’s feelings for Alder?

Bonus part: my personal, wild speculations

If you just wanted the fact analysis, you should stop reading now. The rest is just wild, unsourced speculations on my part.

So, why would the writers go about confirming that Talder is canon in this extremely roundabout, counter-explicit, obscure way? Why not just have Talder kiss on the mouth (or more)?

My bet would be on a conflict between the writers and the executives.

More and more creators in the media entertainment industry speak out about the existence of such conflicts, where creators/writers wanted to include LGBT+ romances and the network executives either refused completely, or only accepted it as long as it was made impossibly subtle, or only canon at the last second (so it wouldn’t have time to affect their ratings). Sometimes, they would go as far as force writers to invent new side characters whose only purpose would be to date main characters that are part of popular non-canon LGBT+ ships. This would put those main characters into acceptable (= straight), canon relationships, and block the non-canon ones.

In Motherland: Fort Salem, the writers gave us Tally and Alder and paired them up, story-wise, for 3 seasons. A part of the audience ships them together romantically, and they’re romance-coded in all of s3.

And, suddenly, for the last 2 episodes of the last season, they dump a bland guy onto Tally and give Alder an ending that looks like death at first glance (but don't worry, it isn’t death). That sure sounds suspicious to me.

Even more suspicious is the fact that, while carefully examining the facts, the bland guy’s presence only seems to reinforce the strength of the ship that’s supposed to be non-canon.

So my personal conclusion is: the writers wanted to make Talder canon but the executives refused, and ordered them instead to romantically pair Tally up with a guy to close the door on Talder. So the writers indeed forced Tally and Gregorio together, and wrote the whole short thing in a way that looks like a standard romantic relationship at first glance (obeying the execs’ orders) but that in fact subtly proves that Talder is canon.

As I said, I get to this from wild speculations, but to me, it fits.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Champagne Problems

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: you play Tom a new song you wrote, and he overthinks the lyrics

Masterlist

On a morning where he was supposed to be memorizing his latest script, Tom got distracted by the sound of you playing your piano somewhere in the house. He followed the soft melody into your studio, where he found you singly softly as you sat with your keyboard.

“You won’t remember all my champagne problems.” You hummed along to the notes you were playing.

“That sounds beautiful, darling.” Tom smiled as he came behind you to rub your shoulders. “Is that new?”

“Yeah.” You nodded as you put your hand over his. “I’m not sure about it though. The lyrics are still a little iffy.”

“Play it for me.” Tom kissed your neck before taking a seat. “I’ll tell you my thoughts.”

“You won’t be any help.” You chuckled. “You’ll just tell me it’s the greatest song ever written like you always do.”

“I can’t help it.” He pouted. “You’re just so talented.”

“It helps to have the loveliest muse in the world.” You cooed, bringing a smile out of Tom.

“Play me the song.” Tom asked. “I’ll be totally honest. I promise.”

“Okay.” You agreed and pulled the keyboard onto your lap. As soon as you started to play the intro, Tom was enchanted.

“You booked the night train for a reason, so you could sit there in this hurt. Bustling crowds or silent sleepers, you’re not sure which is worse.” You began. You looked up at Tom for approval and he gave you a cheerful thumbs up.

“Because I dropped your hand while dancing. Left you out there standing crestfallen on the landing. Champagne problems.” You sang softly. “Your mom's ring in your pocket. My picture in your wallet. Your heart was glass, I dropped it. Champagne problems.”

You stopped playing and looked at Tom to see what he thought. He happily applauded you, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“It’s amazing.” Tom grinned. “It’s the best song ever written.”

You gave him a skeptically look over your piano and he laughed.

“I’m serious.” He insisted. “Is there more?”

“Yeah. I have more.” You nodded and positioned your fingers on the keys. “Here’s the second verse.”

“You told your family for a reason, you couldn't keep it in. Your sister splashed out on the bottle, now no one's celebrating.” You continued. “Dom Pérignon, you brought it. No crowd of friends applauded. Your hometown skeptics called it champagne problems. You had a speech, you're speechless. Love slipped beyond your reaches. And I couldn't give a reason. Champagne problems.”

Tom furrowed his eyebrows as he slowly connected the lyrics together. Between the mention of the ring and the lack of celebration, Tom realized the song was about turning down a proposal. He knew you had never been proposed to before, so he wasn’t sure where the inspiration for the song came from. In the back of his mind, he began to panic. Especially since up in his room, carefully hidden in his sock drawer, was a ring. A diamond ring that he had bought specifically for the reason of asking you to marry him.

“What do you think?” You asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Um, it’s really good.” He said slowly. “Interesting topic.”

“Yeah. I wanted to do something I’d never done before.” You smiled proudly and your fingered the keys.

“Interesting, interesting.” Tom nodded in fear. “Is there more?”

“Yeah. I’m really proud of this next part.” You grinned. “Listen closely.”

Tom gulped as you began to sing the bridge, something he knew you were skilled at writing.

“Your Midas touch on the Chevy door. November flush and your flannel cure. "This dorm was once a madhouse". I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me". How evergreen, our group of friends. Don't think we'll say that word again.” You shook your head as you sang. “And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through.”

Tom really began to panic at this point. He knew it couldn’t be a coincidence that you decided to write a song about turning down a proposal a few weeks after he bought a ring. He had one more week to go until he was going to propose, and he assumed you figured that out. Since you were as kindhearted and non confrontational as you were, there was no way you’d turn down Tom if he got down on one knee. You must have written the song as a way to tell him you didn’t want to marry him before he embarrassed himself by proposing.

“One for the money, two for the show. I never was ready, so I watch you go.” You looked into his eyes as you sang. “Sometimes you just don't know the answer ‘til someone's on their knees and asks you.”

“Oh God.” Tom gulped.

"She would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said. But you'll find the real thing instead.” You sang to him as he stared at you with wide eyes. “She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred. And hold your hand while dancing. Never leave you standing crestfallen on the landing with champagne problems.”

“Hm.” He squeaked.

“Your mom's ring in your pocket. Her picture in your wallet. You won't remember all my Champagne problems. You won't remember all my Champagne problems.” You played the last few notes before looking at him.

“So.” You smiled. “What do you think?”

Tom opened his mouth to say something, but found his mind blank. You were testing him, and he wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Um, it’s interesting.” He said softly.

“Interesting? Do you not like it?” Your face fell.

“Um, it’s not that.” His expression was just as sad. He appreciated that you wanted to let him down easy, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“Tom.” You noticed his solemn expression. “What’s the matter? Is it bad?”

“Do you...did you...”

“Did I what?” You asked when he trailed off.

“Did you find the ring?” He asked suddenly, making your head jut back.

“The...the what?” You laughed in confusion.

“You found the ring and wrote that song, didn’t you?” He asked sadly. “You wrote it and sang it to me because you didn’t know how to tell me you didn’t want to marry me.”

“Tom, what are you talking about?” You wondered as you stood up and walked over to him. “What ring?”

“The ring you found in my sock drawer.” He said like it was obvious. You stared at him for a long time, trying to understand what he was talking about.

“I didn’t find a ring in your sock drawer.” You told him. Tom’s face pulled back in shock as he realized he had jumped to an incorrect conclusion.

“Hm.” He nodded. “It appears I made an inaccurate assumption based on the information that I was given.”

“You weren’t given any information.” You said as you looked at him skeptically. “What’s going on?”

“I...I thought the song was your way of telling me no.” He sheepishly admitted.

“What?” You laughed, still thinking he was joking. “Why?”

“I don’t know. I thought you were sending me a subliminal message!” He exclaimed.

“I wasn’t! It’s just a song!” You shouted back. “And wait a minute, you have a ring in your sock drawer?”

“Yes, and?” He stood his ground.

“Yes, and?” You repeated in shock. “Did you seriously just say yes, and? Like we’re in the middle of an improv game?”

“It’s just a ring.” Tom shrugged it off to save himself from embarrassment. “What about it?”

“What about it?” You laughed in shock. “What kind of ring is it?”

Tom quieted down suddenly, at a loss for words in the middle of your screaming match. He realized he didn’t know how to answer your question, but he couldn’t leave you hanging, so he told you the best thing he could come up with.

“The finger kind.” He said quietly, making you let out a loud groan.

“I know it’s the finger kind.” You shouted. “But what’s it for?”

“Your finger?” Tom shrugged, making you hunch over to keep your composure. He knew he was dropping the ball so he quickly tried to redeem himself.

“I don’t understand the quest-“

“Were you going to propose to me?” You cut him off as you popped back up. All the other thoughts in Toms head went out the window as he remembered the original point of the conversation.

“Yes.” He said after a minute. “I was.”

“Tom.” You whispered through a smile. He smiled back, relishing in the happiness him proposing brought you.

“Hang on a minute.” He said before running out of the room. He returned soon with a velvet black box in his hand. You covered your mouth with your hands at the sight of the box, knowing exactly what it contained.

“I was gonna wait until our anniversary next week, but I guess the secrets kinda out.” He chuckled shyly as he walked up to you. You wiped a few tears away as you put your hands over his, rubbing his hand softly with your thumb.

“This wasn’t how I planned to ask you. I had a whole speech planned.” He said apologetically. “But I was never very good at keeping secrets. Seriously, there are like hours of content online just of me spoiling-“

“Yes.” You cut him off between sniffles.

“Yes?” He asked.

“Yes.” You repeated through a smile. “I will marry you.”

“You will?” His face lit up as his shaking hands struggled to open the box.

“I will.” You nodded repeatedly. Tom let out a shocked laugh as tears of joy streamed down his face. He finally got the box open and put the ring on your finger with trembling hands. You looked at it in admiration before pulling him into a long kiss. He instantly kissed you back, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist to keep you as close as possible. When you finally pulled away, you were both a mess of snot and tears.

“I got boogers on your face.” He grimaced as he wiped your face with the bottom of his shirt.

“It’s okay.” You chuckled. “I’ll be mad about it tomorrow, but I’m too happy right now. I’m so, so happy.”

“I am too.” He sniffled. “How should we celebrate?”

“I have an idea.” You smirked. “Champagne?”

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Verivery “They realise they love you”

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Dongheon: 

Dongheon was known to be serious during dance practice, however it proved to pay off when looking at the group’s clean choreography. He just simply wished it didn’t take such a toll on him, he liked being strict in a joking sense, he didn’t like actually having to do it. It always left him drained afterwards. 

You poked your head into the practice room, going by the time that Dongheon texted you earlier. He was alone, sitting with his back to the mirror and very obviously deep in thought. “You look like you’re having a moment, do you need me to come back?” You asked, grabbing his attention from whatever he was thinking about. 

Seeing you felt like a breath of fresh air and that stupidly beautiful smile of his appeared. “No, no you come here.” Dongheon reached out and pulled you to the ground with him, causing you both to laugh. “You look upset.” You commented as he placed his head in your hands, pouting in the process as you squeezed his cheeks. “Not upset, just tired. But a lot better now that you’re here.” 

Dongheon had noticed that on days where he felt he couldn’t be himself, you always appeared like a gust of wind. He loved you for it. 

Hoyoung: 

It was a dream truly, going to give a dog their forever home together with your forever person. Hoyoung was just as excited as you, though he could tell you were way more emotionally effected by the shelter. You both had come to the conclusion it was better to give a dog a second chance, you just didn’t think it would take this toll on you. 

“I want to take them all home.” You mumbled to yourself, not meaning for Hoyoung to hear. However the hand on your waist showed you he did. “Me too. Kinda hurts seeing them all like this.” He gestured to a group of older dogs, staring at you both with glassy eyes. 

That was the straw for you, turning your face into Hoyoung’s chest and crying softly. You didn’t want to make a scene, so you kept it minimal but you needed to get it out. He patted your head gently, the other hand gently stroking over an old retriever’s nose. “I know, I know. But we’ll give one of them a good home, let’s start there.” 

You were sympathetic and kind, getting emotional at things that wouldn’t effect anyone else. You were vulnerable to him, it was one of the reasons he loved you.

Minchan:

The low strumming of Minchan’s guitar filled the room and you could feel yourself slowly lulling to sleep. This isn’t what you were trying to do, you were trying to keep him company while he worked. However the atmosphere in the studio coupled with the late hour was making it very difficult. 

“So how did that sound?” Minchan swivelled in his chair to you, suddenly waking you up. “Huh?” You asked, not having focussed on the music much just the overall feeling. Minchan laughed, putting his guitar down and joining you on your chair. The action made you scoot over and throw your legs over his lap. “I in vite you to spend time with me and you don’t pay attention?” Minchan joked, cupping your face in his hands and squeezing. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just so cozy in here. I can’t help it.” Your voice mumbled from the way he was squeezing your cheeks. “I’m only kidding.” He tucked you under his arm and kissed your forehead. “It is cozy in here though, I see what you mean. Maybe we should take a nap.” 

Minchan adored the way you spent time with him and made yourself comfortable no matter where you were. It was endearing and he loved you for it. 

Gyehyeon:

It only took one playfull shove to get you to the ground, Gyehyeon laughing in the process before crawling on top of you. This wasn’t a rare occurance with him, play wrestling and fighting. It was fun and often happened on movie nights, this was just one of those times. 

“What you looking at punk?” He grumbled, imitating the film before tickling your sides. You fought back, laughing and trying to dodge his fingers before trying to flip him to take charge. You could tickle him right back, at least that was what you thought. Gyehyeon was immensly stronger than he looked and you were left laughing and screaming on the floor. 

You held out longer than he expected, finally tapping out and looking at him with heavy breaths. “No fair, there is most definitely a strength difference here.” You sighed and he simply shrugged. “No idea what you mean. Besides you were side-eyeing me funny.” He added on and you sat up, pushing him down into the position you were in not 2 minutes earlier. “No fair, you caught me off guard!” 

Gyehyeon enjoyed that you played along with him, going along with it when you could just ignore it. It tickled him and he loved you for it.

Yeonho:

Yeonho was simply having a bad day. It wasn’t due to any particular reason, or anyone, it was simply a bad day. The members could tell and you could tell over the brief responses via text that something was off. At least you knew exactly the cure: snacks, cuddles and movies.

“What are you doing here?” Yeonho’s expression seemed lighter to the members already. “You seemed like you were having a bad day.” You said, lifting your hand and shaking the bag with snacks. “Now come on, let’s go munch and watch a movie.” You added on, tugging him along to his room.

It took him all of 2 seconds to lay down in your arms with a comfortable pout. “I’m so glad you’re here.” He mumbled, feeling you pet his hair. “How did you know I was having a bad day?” He asked and you continued to twirl his hair between your fingers. “You think I can’t tell? I always know.” You said jokingly, feeling him shake his head against your chest. “You always know.” 

It was like a 6th sense, you always knew when something was wrong and when he was in need of something. You always knew and he loved you for it. 

Yongseung:

It took a lot to come up with unique dates, truly. However it took more to surprise Yongseung. The boy was ridiculously clever and it was simply difficult to plan without him finding out. However, being with him for a while meant you found a way. 

You watched Yongseung’s expression light up as you both walked into the planetarium, his hand squeezing your excitedly. “You’re getting too sneaky. I didn’t see this coming.” Yongseung said, pointing at you and you shrugged. “You say sneaky, I say working extra hard to surprise you.” You said and he smiled, leaning over and kissing your cheek. 

His hand never left yours the whole day and his smile never seemed to fade. Staring at stars and planets while thinking about how amazing this day was and how amazing you were for putting it together. Yongseung was over the moon and he felt absolutely cherished. 

You took special care into learning about his interests and surprising him. It made Yongseung feel loved and cared for and it was one of the reasons he loved you. 

Kangmin: 

He was the baby of the group, it was clear for everyone to see. Even if you didn’t know, you could tell. Between the way the others treated him and the way he acted around them it was clear. Kangmin was babied and that was totally okay. 

“You shouldn’t let him do that alone, he probably needs help.” Dongheon gestured as Kangmin sliced vegetables to go with dinner. You shook your head, the others babied him but you didn’t feel the need. He lived away from his family, he goes on tour, he could handle himself in your opinion. “He’s doing fine. He doesn’t need my help.” You said, returning to what you were doing. 

Kangmin overheard the exchange, smiling to himself. The members were simply so used to helping him out, it was refreshing to hear. “Hey Y/N.” Kangmin said, grabbing your attention and gesturing for you to come over. “Thank you.” He said when you reached him, making you raise and eyebrow. “For what?” You were confused, especially as he reached out to grab your hand. “For not babying me.” 

You treated him differently from most people, you didn’t think he needed help all the time or needed to be babied. It’s something he loves you for. 

[covntcovntessa]

thats actually a good point... she didnt even had to go for Ben when Gwen was right there and thats something that bothers me too for a LOT of reasons (more related to lazy plots and comercial choices) but like, the way she reached out???!! Yeah it was cold and… out of blue. The dialogue was terrible, vague and lacked anY sort of information that could make the watchers CARE.

I DO understand WHY she went looking for him - it makes sense bc ben is a hero and ship was in danger for real.... the sentinels took him down so easily i cant- so she just put 2 and 2 togheter that was okay... still bothers me that julie and gwen arent allowed to overcome something without ben being their green light.

but moving on: "she sees Ben's assistance with Ship as a sign that he really does care for her. I get that" no this is fucked up too and THATS MY PROBLEM w the writers, they turned ship's entire existence in tool... he was the tool that sculpted Ben and Julie's morals, affections, behaviours and conflicts 80% of the time they shared the same frame, but without a real necessity or conclusion.

Julie had no progression out of it, Ship remained the one-dimensional puppy that he was before and ben? god bless his soul... now "Why is Julie never the one proving that she cares about him?" - what are you talking abt? Theres a lot of eps where she tries to help him... highbreed invasion, those where elena attacks, save the last dance, singlehanded, she even invited ben to see that movie in the end of duped

... are you talkin abt like the miscommunication trope? I feel like theres a least 3 eps where the writes missed this opportunity: dont fear the reppo (?) this one with the cunty sentinels and the flame keepers circle.

"But I just don't understand the writers' need to make everything about her" - theres no need, never had, that was just incompetence. I say this bc this pattern wasnt exclusive to Julie... the abuse of old tropes kinda stained ben's and (pretty much) every single one of his love interessts development

BEN: I'm a little surprised to see you, considering. JULIE: Considering what? BEN: Considering the fact that you broke up with me. JULIE: I didn't break… It's not that simple. BEN: You said we shouldn't see each other. Sounds simple to me. JULIE: I said, "considering how little time you have for me lately, we might as well be broken up." BEN: That is not my fault. JULIE: Look, I didn't want to ask you for help, but I don't have a choice. BEN: Help with what? JULIE: I was playing with Ship, and then he got a signal from Baz-el, and then he took off like a rocket. BEN: So you're just here about Ship. JULIE: I'm worried about him. BEN: Well, I wouldn't. He's gone away before. He'll be back. JULIE: Ben, you're not listening. This time is different. BEN: Sure. Well… Good luck.

Ultimate Alien S2E2 'Eye of the Beholder'

Call me crazy, but am I the only one who just... really doesn't sympathize with Julie in this convo??

Well, no. I sympathize with losing a pet. I've been there. And it is scary, but also, Ship is an alien who is more than capable of taking care of himself. Julie always seems to forget that Ship isn't a regular dog, for some reason.

But more to the point, the last conversation that Julie and Ben had ended with her saying, "We might as well be broken up." To me, that sounds like she dumped him. Or they're at least "on a break," as teenagers do from time to time.

I don't hate Julie, she's a fictional character. It would be silly to hate a character. But I just don't understand the writers' need to make everything about her. She clearly wants Ben's help because, much like in "Vreddle, Vreddle," she sees Ben's assistance with Ship as a sign that he really does care for her. I get that.

Ben is hurting here, too, though. He's right — he can't control that he's pulled away to literally save the world on their dates. Julie needs attention and time, and Ben, through no fault of his own, couldn't provide it, so Julie dumped him. And Ben is clearly still torn up about it. This is the episode right after he tried to rebound with Eunice, which also failed spectacularly. He's feeling like shit, in regards to his love life, and his ex approached him just to use him, basically.

Julie didn't have to go to Ben. She has Gwen's number. She could have gone to her, and used Kevin's spaceship without going to Ben at all. But she went to him because she wants Ben to prove that he cares about her.

Why is Julie never the one proving that she cares about him?

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Hello can i request lee soma and lers kurokiba and hayama? I really like their trio :3

Heyo anon! It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written/watched Food Wars, but I love these three so much! I’ve gotcha covered! :D

“S-Stahhahay away!” Soma backed up from the approaching pair, arms pinned to his waist and giggles rising to his throat.

“What’s this? Yukihira giving us orders?” Akira raised his eyebrows in mock surprise, looking towards his companion. “After everything we did today! Can you believe him, Kurokiba?”

“I don’t want to, but it seems to be the case.” Ryo was grinning like a wolf cornering his prey, eyes glowing beneath his bandanna with mischievous intent. “Look how giggly he is! He really wants us to tickle him, huh?”

The trio had met up over the weekend to practice cooking. Specifically, they were working on recreating each other's winning dishes at the Autumn Elections. Things were going smoothly for the most part- the occasional verbal jab traded in good fun popping up here and there. At some point, Soma and Ryo started a game of “Who can irritate Akira more”, the redhead currently being in the lead after Akira chucked half a cinnamon stick at him.

It all came to a conclusion when Soma jokingly asked if he ever bathed in spices via a dust bath. “You know, like a chinchilla? Just kinda flip around in a cloud of cinnamon and nutmeg?”

Ryo cackled. Akira nearly snapped his spoon in half.

“Yukihira, I swear to god-” The taller student jabbed a finger out, aiming to poke the offending redhead in the chest but miscalculating, jabbing his belly.

No one was prepared for the squeal Soma let out.

“Dohoohohohn’t you dare! R-Ryo! Stahahhay over there!” Soma yelped when his back hit the wall, effectively trapping himself as the pair approached. “Plehehhehase! Have mehehehehrcy!”

“Mercy’s for the weak!” Ryo grinned before darting forward, pulling the redhead forward and pinning him with his back against his chest. “I got him! Tickle him!”

“I don’t take orders from you, either.” The spice-loving student grumbled. Still, he was over there in seconds, fingers dancing across Soma’s vulnerable torso. The redhead shot up with yelp, his giggles quickly turning into bouts of laughter as he squirmed uselessly. “Aheheahahhaahhaa! Whahahait! Whahahahait cohohooohohme ohhoohohon!” He tried to sink to the floor in a desperate attempt to escape, but Akira simply followed him down, never letting up on his mischievous attack.

“This is what you get for that chinchilla comment!” He fumed, moving his hands upward and scribbling into Soma’s upper ribs. “Show some respect, you arrogant prick!”

“Buhuhuhuuhuht ihihihihiihhit whahahahahahs fuuhuhuhunny!” Soma cried out, his laughter increasing when Akira switched from scribbling to pinching. “Rihihihiihihiyo lauhuhuuhuhuhghed tohoohhoohohoo!”

“Oi, don’t throw me under the bus!” The brunette snarled, switching his grip so he had both Soma’s wrists in one hand. “Move over, ponytail! I’m going in!”

“...I’ll refrain from commenting on that.” Akira raised an eyebrow but did as he asked, dropping his hands to Soma’s hips while Ryo dug into the other’s armpits, effectively making the redhead scream. “Ready to apologize?”

“Guhuuhuuhuhuuhuhuhys!” Soma wheezed, the last of his strength escaping his being. He started to slump, overwhelmed by the giggles and feeling himself reaching his limits. “Oohohoohohohkay! Ohoohohohohohkay! Iihihihihihihi’m shahhahahahhahaharry!”

Akira stopped, satisfied. “Good. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Raising an eyebrow, he leaned over and gently tugged off Ryo’s bandanna. “Alright- let him breathe, Ryo.”

“I was stopping.” The previous passion the brunette showed disappeared almost instantly, and he sat back on his heels with his usual neutral expression. Soma slid to the aluminum floor, arms tight around his waist and cheeks beet red. “Hehe..hehehe…Yohoohhou guhuuhuhys…suhuhuhuck.”

“Pfft! Please, be thankful I was holding back.” Ryo rolled his eyes, making the others laugh. “Heh, I suppose you did…speaking of.” A glint flashed in Akira’s eyes, and he darted a hand out, giving Ryo’s side a squeeze.

“Ah! What the hell?” He snapped, grabbing his waist. It was only then he realized the danger he was in, eyes widening as Akira raised his hands, fingers wiggling.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.”

Soma closed his eyes sleepily as Akira pounced on the other, the sound of Ryo’s gruff yet cackly howls fading away as he slipped into dreamland.

He definitely needed to do this more often.

I hope this was good!

[mostlycompetentwriter]

Wow, he’s hot

“Pairing: Fem!Reader x Seo Changbin (SKZ)

Word Count: 8K

Genre: Neighbors to Lovers? Lol

Warnings: Aged up characters (Changbin is ten years older than the reader), explicit sexual content, language, drinking

Summary: You were a fresh college graduate, returning home for the summer before starting a bright, shiny new position in the city, but you certainly weren’t expecting to fall hard for your neighbor. 

A/N: I hope at least one person gets my reference/pun at the end....But seriously? Oh, what have I done...

Your roommate was hungover again, dressed to the nines in a purple bathrobe and pink fluffy slippers as she attempted to move huge boxes of random shit between her bedroom and the foyer of your shared apartment. 

It was priceless entertainment, at least in your opinion, especially after witnessing your roommate in rare form the previous night dancing from one frat boy to the next, draining entire bottles of alcohol like she needed the liquid encouragement. 

From what you had observed, she was determined to embarrass you at all costs, and under normal circumstances, you could’ve avoided her rather inappropriate behavior in exchange for your regular hook-up, Joshua. But he decided to remain mysteriously absent for the entire evening, which meant that you had been stuck watching over your roommate, hoping that she wouldn’t get you kicked out again....

“I know what you’re thinking, Y/N,” Laura huffed, pausing next to the counter-top where you sat. “What did you expect? It was my last night of freedom before going back home.”

“Yeah,” you snorted. “It was mine too, but I wasn’t plastered face-down in the shower last night.”

“Whatever,” Laura grimaced. “Did you sign off on the lease yet?”

“I did it earlier,” you replied. 

“Our bitchy landlord’s been complaining all week,” Laura said. “I’m tired of her late-night phone calls, plus my mom’s been really annoying about the move.”

“Oh?” you questioned. “When is she coming?”

“In like an hour,” Laura huffed. “Why do you think I’m busting my ass to pack everything?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “Maybe you needed a distraction from thinking about puking in the bushes behind the frat house last night.”

“Oh, shut up about that!” Laura hissed, slapping your arm as you kept laughing. “Isn’t you brother coming tomorrow?”

“Ugh, yeah,” you groaned. “He said he has to come super early because of work, but my ass doesn’t start functioning until at least 8:00.”

“Well, at least tell Chan ‘hi’ for me,” Laura said, giggling like a love-struck teenager because she had been infatuated with your older brother for years.

“If I remember to tell him,” you grumbled, stretching out your arms and deciding that it might be useful for you to start packing as well, especially since the most you would be able to accomplish tomorrow morning at the ass crack of dawn is following Chan around the apartment in a zombie-like state as the two of you loaded your belongings into his car.

“Don’t forget that I’m coming to visit next week,” Laura said, and you perked up a little at the idea of having your friend come around, especially since the two of you had just graduated together and those long days and nights of being glued together at the hip were coming to a bittersweet end.

“Sounds good,” you agreed, checking your phone one last time to see a weird gif from Chan (as you had come to expect from him) before joining your roommate in packing up the remainder of your former college life.

Chan had always been prompt when it came to his familial obligations, and the two of you spent two hours loading all of your stuff into his car before starting the long drive to your old childhood home. A place that you hadn’t ventured to since leaving four years ago to start undergraduate school.

“Looks the same,” you remarked, sunglasses perched low on your nose as you allowed the window to roll down to take in some fresh air.

“What did you expect?” Chan asked, humming away to whatever shitty metal song he had playing over the radio.

In a totally random and last-minute decision, you had decided that for the next three summer months while you were stuck in an in-between phase, you were returning home for a while before you were set to move into a new apartment in the city close to where you would be working full-time. It seemed logical to save money, and there was a small part of you that did miss your family and old friends. 

Of course, despite Chan’s dismissal of your earlier nonchalant comment about the unchanging surroundings of your hometown, you were startled when you realized that the old house next door, which used to be occupied by an elderly couple until they moved away during your senior year of high school, was missing it’s familiar ‘for sale’ sign in the front yard, and there was a black Mustang in the driveway.

“Home sweet home,” Chan sighed when he stopped in the carport attached to your former two-story staccato, opening the door with a grumble. 

You frowned, following him around to the back of his car. “Someone bought the house next door?” you asked, dragging your eyes away from the sleek, shiny sports car to look at your brother.

Chan grunted as he heaved your suitcase from the trunk. “Yeah, they moved in last month. I think the owner is a lawyer and he lives there with his daughter.”

“Huh,” you remarked. “That house has been vacant for years.”

Chan shrugged. “Yeah, well, the guy who lives there now is really nice. Mom and dad babysit for him a lot when he’s working.”

“Great,” I muttered. “They’ll rope me into helping.”

“S’ not so bad,” Chan said, growling in frustration when your suitcase fell over to the side with an unpleasant crash. “Can you help or what?”

You laughed at your brother’s outrage, reaching back to pull your hair into a messy bun. 

Meanwhile, you noticed the front door of your house opening from the corner of your eye, smiling when your mother shrieked and rushed down the sidewalk to meet you halfway in a long-winded embrace. “Y/N!! I’m so glad to see you.”

“You’re crushing me,” you heaved through constricted lungs, accepting your mother’s open arms even if it was a little over-eager.

“Oh! I’m sorry, dear,” she said, pulling back just enough to allow oxygen to circulate once again, but not enough to pull you away from her mushy kisses. “You look so healthy and beautiful!”

“Yeah, thanks mom,” you said, slowly beginning the untangling process of removing her arms from around you while Chan struggled in the background to carry your suitcase up the front steps. “I should help.”

“Of course!” your mom agreed, but a distant tug of curiosity had you turning back to look at the house next door once again.

“Hey? Do you know anything about the new neighbor?”

“You mean Changbin? He’s wonderful, darling. So polite, and his daughter is so funny.”

You wrinkled your nose, never having been a huge fan of kids. “Chan said you babysit for him sometimes.”

“It’s always nice to help someone out,” your mother tsked, and you could recognize her patronizing tone from anywhere. “Such a shame that he divorced his wife. Heard it was kinda nasty.”

“It’s not any of our business,” you reminded her.

“Oh, I didn’t say it was!” your mother sighed. “He doesn’t talk about it much.”

“Jeez, how much do you guys talk?”

Because from the sound of it, Changbin had to be as old as your mom to make this much of an impression. You grinned as you briefly imagined the two of them on the front porch drinking tea together and gossiping about the rest of the neighborhood.

“He’s far more friendly than Mrs. Jones was,” your mother remarked. “I think you’d like him, Y/N.”

“I don’t know about that...”

“Well, you’ll get the chance to meet him tonight,” your mother said, smile full and wide. “I’ve invited him over for dinner!”

Oh, great.

“Can’t wait,” you forced out between clenched teeth, rolling your eyes when your mom clapped her hands together before grabbing your hand to drag you inside, feeling only a distant shiver roll across your spine as you walked onto the porch as if someone was looking at you from afar....

Your mother was hardly the type to run out of conversation, and you eventually were forced to leave her downstairs to argue with Chan over some menial thing that he forgot to do for tonight’s big dinner while you trudged upstairs to find some peace.

Unsurprisingly, your childhood bedroom remained untouched, and you circled around the perimeter, studying old pictures of yourself playing sports and hanging out with friends. Fingers dusting over your collection of old trophies and high-school yearbooks that recalled long-ago days of feeling carefree - with the future wide-open in front of you for the taking.

But you were well off in the present, allowing yourself to indulge in the nostalgia of looking through old diaries and journals before your mother’s voice called you downstairs for dinner later that evening. “Coming!” you called back, pausing next to your mirror to check your reflection.

The smell of your mother’s cooking had your stomach rumbling from the hunger of only stopping once on the way home to eat cheap fast-food with Chan, and you forced yourself to walk like a normal person even though every instinct was screaming at you to find the source of that delicious odor.

You were nearly salivating at the idea of your mother’s homemade cooking, and your hand caught the rail of the bannister to turn the final corner, but the sounds of voices from below forced you to pause at the top of the stairs, eyes growing wide as you took in the sight of the unfamiliar man standing in your foyer, talking to your mother like they had known each other for years. “Oh, Y/N,” your mother said, and you shivered when the man turned to look at you. “Come meet our neighbor, Changbin. I think you’ll really like him.”

You held back a snort at the ironic comment because it only took you a few seconds to come to the conclusion that Changbin epitomized the phrase “just my type.”

He was on the shorter side, built like he had literally spent his entire life working out, arms bulging beneath his t-shirt and chest straining the material tight to his front. So much so that you could practically see his nipples through the fabric. 

His hair was jet-black, ruffled from the wind outside, and his eyes were equally as dark, lips contorted into a self-satisfied smirk that you found exceedingly hot.

“Hi,” you mustered without much thought, nearly tripping over your own two feet on the way down the stairs.

“This is my daughter, Y/N,” your mother said, inviting you closer so that you were standing directly in front of Changbin.

“Nice to meet you,” he said in a deep voice that was slightly rough around the edges.

“Y/N just graduate from college,” your mother gushed. “We’re so excited to have her back.”

“I’m home for the summer,” you explained, shivering at the dark look in Changbin’s gaze. “I’m starting an internship in the Fall.”

“Y/N will be working in publishing,” your mother explained, jumping in while you and Changbin continued to stare each other down - something intense and provocative.

“Really?” Changbin asked, eyes making a leisurely stroll of looking you up and in down in a way that had you feeling extremely self-conscious. 

“Oh! Give me one second to check something in the kitchen,” your mother said, excusing herself with a smile before leaving the two of you alone in the foyer.

You inwardly cursed your mother for leaving you both in an awkward silence. Say something!! You screamed to yourself.

“So,” you started, clearing your throat and forcing yourself to stop swaying back and forth. “Chan told me you practice law.”

“Yeah,” Changbin agreed, and you swooned at his crooked smile. “It doesn’t sound as interesting as your work.”

“I don’t know about that,” you countered politely, but Changbin was unrelenting.

“You looked surprised to see me earlier,” he remarked.

You swallowed hard. “Oh, well when Chan mentioned a neighbor with a kid, I just wasn’t expecting someone so....”

“Yes?” Changbin prodded, encouraging you to continue.

Someone so fucking hot, you thought to yourself, someone who was literally made inside my best fantasies, but those explicit thoughts belonged exclusively inside your head. “Young,” you eventually finished, and Changbin seemed disappointed for some reason.

“I’m 32,” he said, and your eyes widened perceptibly, realizing that he was ten years older than you.

“I would’ve never guessed,” you said. “I mean, not that it’s a bad thing-”

“It’s alright,” Changbin interrupted, and you were relieved to hear him chuckle. “I know what you mean.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I can be a little awkward.”

“No,” he shook his head, coming to stand a little closer. “I think it’s nice.”

Oh? What was that supposed to mean?

“I used to have a boyfriend who looked a lot like you,” you went on, freezing when you comprehended what you had just blathered without thinking.

But Changbin didn’t seem bothered at all. “I bet he wasn’t as old as me.”

“He was my age,” you said. “But I kinda like older men...”

Fuck. Did those words really just come out of your mouth?!

“Y/N,” Changbin said, and you trembled at the huskiness of his tone. “You should be more careful.” He leaned in then as if trying to keep whatever he was about to say a secret for just the two of you. “I can be a very dangerous man.”

“O-oh,” you stuttered, finding yourself two seconds away from literally melting at his feet when your mother suddenly re-entered the foyer with a dusting of flour across her chin. 

“Dinner’s ready!” she announced, and you were fleeing behind her without a second thought, escaping the intoxicating hold of Changbin’s presence before you did something you might regret.

For whatever reason, you found yourself sitting next to Changbin in the dining room for dinner that night. 

“I made chicken,” your mother said, gesturing to each dish sitting in a line down the center of the table as she explained tonight’s menu. But you were barely cognizant of what your mother was saying because the close proximity to Changbin was doing very strange things to your head.

“So, Y/N,” your father started when everyone had been served. “I hope your brother was helpful with the move.”

Chan rolled his eyes, but you grinned at your father’s words. “Yeah, I was a little out of it though because of the time.”

“Like I said,” Chan huffed. “I couldn’t get there any later.”

“Let the bickering commence,” your mother said. “Changbin, you wouldn’t believe the fights these two had when they were young.”

“I can only imagine,” Changbin said, and you were wondering how someone could be even more attractive by the sound of their voice alone.

“Do you still need us to babysit for you tomorrow night?” your mother asked. “We would be more than accommodating.”

“That would be great,” Changbin said. “I’ve got a late conference call.”

“It’s no problem,” your mother continued. “Your daughter is just the loveliest.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” Changbin replied.

“Y/N,” your mother said, catching you with a mouthful of chicken. “Changbin’s daughter is such a peach.”

You quickly forced down the food in your mouth when you felt Changbin’s gaze rest on you. “Oh? How hold is she, Mr. Seo?”

“She’s six,” Changbin said, and he shifted in his chair, causing your knees to brush together in a move that you knew wasn’t intentional, even if it didn’t stop your legs from wrapping together. “And you don’t have to be so formal with me, Y/N. Only my clients call me Mr. Seo.”

“O-oh,” you exhaled, reacting to the brief contact under the table, hoping that nobody else was noticing your strange behavior.

“Maybe Y/N could help watch Lucy when you’re gone,” your mother suggested, always the first to rope you into these things.

“Sure,” you agreed, even though the idea of pulling babysitting duty was less than appealing, and you could hear Chan snickering from across the table. He knew perfectly well your attitude when it came to kids. 

“I think Lucy would like that,” Changbin agreed, and you started to nod along until you felt Changbin’s hand move to your thigh.

Just that single move had your entire form frozen in place. 

While your mother continued talking about whatever subject caught her attention, you were left wondering how you should react to the very obvious posturing of Changbin’s hand moving decidedly against your bare skin.

“I’ll probably head back into town tomorrow morning,” Chan said. “I wasn’t able to get much work done.”

You knew it was a playful jab at you, but at that moment you were incapable of coherent speech.

“How is work, Channie?” your mother asked, just as ignorant as the rest of them to the situation unfolding beneath her table. “Anything interesting?”

“Not really,” Chan replied, and you nearly choked on the food you were swallowing when you felt Changbin squeezing your thigh. 

“Try to chew it first, Y/N,” your father chuckled, and you forced a smile which you hoped wasn’t as strained as it felt.

“What about you, Changbin?” your mother politely queried. “Anything interesting happening lately?”

“Maybe,” he said with a tone that was far too knowing.

“Hmmm?” your mother smiled. “You aren’t seeing anyone, are you?”

You knew the question was invasive, but Changbin handled it in stride. “I think it depends.”

“Sounds scandalous,” your mother joked, and you couldn’t have possibly been imagining it, feeling his fingers reach so high under the opening of your shorts that his fingertips touched the outline of your panties. 

You reached down to cover his hand with your own, bringing awareness to the fact that you weren’t ignoring what was happening, and he had every opportunity to pull back.

But he didn’t. In fact, Changbin’s light, playful touches only continued, and you were left reeling for what the intention could possibly mean.

Early the next morning, you were supposed to be cleaning the pool as a favor to your mother, but how could you be blamed for sneaking peaks at your neighbor working out in his backyard? 

“Holy shit,” you cursed under your breath, failing to do a very good job of pretending to be occupied with your current task while ogling the man across the lawn who was in the middle of another round of push-ups, biceps flexing while the rest of his body practically glowed under the sun. 

You knew it wasn’t a crime to permit the occasional glance, but your hardcore staring could certainly be qualified as spying at this point (especially in the direction of a lawyer) - making it blatantly obvious that you were very appreciative of the male form at the peak of performance.

Was Changbin seriously 32? And a father?

The questions boggled your mind, and in your distracted state, you clearly forgot to keep a firm hold on the handle of the pool’s leaf skimmer, huffing in annoyance when it splashed beneath the water.

It was enough to attract Changbin’s attention, and you were sure that your face was just as red as the towel draped over the back of your mother’s patio furniture when he stood to his full height before walking in your direction.

“Were you watching me?” Changbin asked, sauntering over to you with black mesh shorts hanging tantalizingly low on his hips, shirt foregone in exchange for a delightful sheen of sweat coating the skin of his thick upper torso in dripping rivulets. 

“Uh...” you trailed off anxiously, realizing that Changbin wouldn’t be stupid enough to fall for your half-assed excuses, especially after what had happened between the two of you last night. 

“You’re not planning on lying to me, Y/N?” he asked, raising one eyebrow in question.

“N-no, Mr. Seo,” you said, shaking your head quickly, barely keeping a firm grasp of your bearings as he abruptly leaned in closer, musk hanging heavy in the air between the two of you. 

“I told you not to call me that,” he said, lips lingering far too close to your ear for a simple neighborly exchange, and you could feel the body heat emanating from him in waves, holding you completely hostage as you briefly entertained the idea of falling to your knees right then and there. 

“What should I call you?” you asked instead, fisting your shirt between your hands because you were desperate for something to ground you in that moment. 

You could practically feel his smirk, holding in a gasp when his hand settled at the low dip in your spine, fitting into the space there as he pulled you tight against his front. “You can always call me daddy instead.”

Your heart skipped several beats at the scandalous words. Either that or you had just entered cardiac arrest.

But before you could muster a response, you found yourself leaping out of Changbin’s hold when the backdoor opened, and your mother was screaming out your name while waving like a maniac. “Oh!” she said when she realized that you weren’t alone. “I didn’t mean to interrupt!”

“We were just talking,” you quickly inserted, glancing at Changbin from the corner of your eye to see him smirking. 

For a while, the very strange flirtation between you and Changbin simmered down, and you tried your best to avoid him when you could, even if he made that very hard to do since he insisted on doing his morning workouts outside in direct line of your bedroom.

It was during the following week that you brought the divine glory of Changbin to your friend, Laura’s, attention, ushering her into your house when she parked on the side of street. “What the hell, Y/N?” she complained when you started practically dragging her up the stairs. “I’ve been driving for hours.”

“Oh, hush,” you said. “You’ll thank me later.”

“Thank you for what, exactly?” Laura questioned, but your response was to simply push her toward the window, standing side by side as you looked through the blinds.

“My new neighbor.”

“Holy fuck!” Laura gasped when she finally joined you, and you could only nod your agreement as the two of you continued to watch Changbin through two narrow breaks in your blinds, wondering how the image of your sexy neighbor simply mowing his grass could make you so wet. “That man is huge!”

“I think he does it on purpose,” you remarked, feeling your heart palpitate inside your chest when Changbin took a moment to pause his chore, reaching down to remove his shirt and tuck it into the waistband of his shorts.

Laura’s gasp was almost outlandishly laughable. “He’s ripped! Like, Sports Illustrated model worthy.”

“I would buy every last copy of that edition.”

“I’d even go a step further and tape the pictures to my wall.”

You both stopped to look at one another, nodding in your collective agreement. “Not here, though, my mom would freak.”

“Yeah, but how can your mom expect you to just ignore...that!” Laura exclaimed, gesturing wildly to Changbin. 

“She thinks he’s a fucking Saint, but I swear to god, Laura, he’s provoking me on purpose! The other night at dinner? He came over and put. his. hand. on. my. leg,” you said, emphasizing the last line with what probably looked like a comical widening of your eyes. “And he works out every morning in front of my bedroom? What the hell am I supposed to think?”

“No think,” Laura sighed dreamily. “Just enjoy the view.”

“Do you think I’m not?” you snorted. “I’m serious about him doing those things!”

“So what?” Laura grumbled. “Why are you actually worried that your fucking super model neighbor wants to make a few moves on you? I would be honored.”

“I’m not worried,” you huffed. “It just feels like he wants something from me.”

“Well, if it’s a good fuck, then send him all the signals you can, girl.”

“Really?” you muttered. “You know I suck with flirting. That’s why I only hooked up with Joshua at those stupid frat parties. He didn’t care that I was an awkward mess.”

“Well, neither will your neighbor,” Laura said. “Especially if he’s as interested as you say.”

You pursed your lips, considering her comment, but the sudden and unexpected sound of your door opening sent both you and Laura jumping nearly ten feet into the air as you hurried away from the blinds as fast as humanely possible to take up some form of normalcy.

No, mom, of course we weren’t staring at Mr. Seo.

“Girls,” your mother inquired as she walked inside, and you prayed that your mother hadn’t caught the two of you taking sly peaks at Changbin outside, but she seemed completely ignorant. “I have a question for you.”

“Hmmm?” you inquired, innocently enough, trying to act like the position that you had forced yourself into on the bed was totally not uncomfortable.

“Changbin needs someone to watch Lucy tomorrow night, but your father and I already made plans,” she said. “But I told him you would be more than happy to come over and help him out.”

You winced when Laura elbowed you in the side, giving you one of those looks that you knew quite well from countless nights of barhopping as sophomores. “Yeah, I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” Laura snickered, but you payed her no attention as you hurried to close the door behind your mother’s retreating form, breathing a sigh of relief to hear her walk back down the stairs.

In all of your years of existence, never had you questioned the appropriateness of an outfit to wear to someone’s place to babysit.

“Fuck it,” you eventually decided, settling on regular, well-worn jeans and a college t-shirt.

After all, it wasn’t like Changbin was staying for very long. He claimed he had something to do at the office, and you would be all alone inside his house with only his kid for companionship.

Still, after your conversation with Laura from the previous afternoon, you couldn’t help but feel more mindful about how he might look at you, and you forced yourself to wear your most professional smile when you rang the doorbell to his house, counting slowly from one until he opened the door.

“Hi, Y/N,” Changbin said, and you tried not to blatantly check him out; although, you couldn’t help but linger on the tight fit of his shirt across his pecs.

“Hello,” you nearly whispered, cursing your hormones as you followed Changbin inside.

“I actually have something to tell you,” Changbin said, leading you into the living room so that you could sit down while entered the adjoining kitchen.

“Oh?” you queried, as politely as you could, waiting for him to return.

It didn’t take him long, and you found yourself sitting up a little straighter from where you had made yourself comfortable on the couch. “So, I actually found someone else to watch Lucy,” Changbin explained, coming around to land next to you on the couch with two glasses of wine. 

“You did?” you asked, surprised and taken-aback. 

Why were you here then?

As if he could read your thoughts, Changbin smirked. “Thirsty?”

“Sure,” you agreed, taking one of the glasses and bringing the rim up to your lips. “I’m sorry, I just thought you wanted me to watch her.”

“I did,” Changbin said, and he seemed contemplative as he sipped his own drink. “But then I kinda wanted you for something else.”

“Something else?” you repeated because your mind was spinning those simple words in a thousand different directions, and you were only able to settle on one likely outcome when Changbin’s hand dropped to your thigh, reminiscent of your first dinner together from several evenings ago. 

He suddenly moved in closer to you, allowing you to smell the subtle cologne that he was wearing. “You’ve been watching me,” he said, and you shivered, feeling both hot and cold at the same time as you looked at him.

“S-sir?”

“Don’t play coy,” Changbin continued, and you found yourself observing the way his throat bobbed as he drank. “I don’t mind the attention.”

“You don’t?” you replied, a rather useless question considering the circumstances, and Changbin took your glass and sat both alcoholic selections onto the side table.

“Why wouldn’t I like it?” he asked, tracing little nonsensical patterns on the covered part of your thigh. “You’re a very beautiful girl.”

What. The. Hell?!!

“Mr. Seo, I don’t think-”

“Y/N,” Changbin interrupted, and you were so frazzled and disjointed by the sharp grip he took on your chin, forcing eye-contact that was so intimate, you could feel yourself grow a little bit wetter. “I told you not to call me that.”

It was the only precursor you got before Changbin was delving in, gripping your chin firmly as he connected your lips in a deep, sensuous exchange that had you reeling from the sudden 180 degree turn that the night had taken. 

In one word: everything was rough. Teeth meeting teeth, and tongues rolling in a messy glide against one another. Wet and warm. Silky and smooth. It was everything you needed in a kiss to get your gears turning, feeling your pussy positively throbbing in response.

“That’s right,” Changbin eventually said when he pulled the two of you apart - very much still in control. “We shouldn’t ignore this tension between us.”

“No,” you eagerly agreed, diving in once more for another earth-shattering kiss that rocked you to your very bones, taking the initiative to crawl into his lap, grinding yourself shamelessly against the tight bulge in his jeans while your fingers dug their way into his thick, dark hair. 

“Eager,” Changbin whispered between feverish kisses, keeping your mouths locked together at all costs, even if that meant growing a little bit light-headed from losing too much oxygen.

But you couldn’t get enough of him, not after all this teasing and tension. 

You didn’t care anymore, consequences be damned, and there wasn’t a single part of you opposing his intentional touches, giving him enough space to unbutton your jeans before sliding one hand beneath the waistband of your panties. In response, you moaned into his mouth, bracing your hands against his shoulders as he found the delicate folds of your pussy.

“Do you want me to touch you here?” Changbin asked, and you were feverishly nodding, sweat forming at the top of your forehead, trying your best to hold back your loudest moans when he slid right in with little resistance, moving his fingers around the inside of your cunt, stretching and filling you in a way that you imagined was nothing compared to what the thick cock beneath you could do.

But you would take anything from him, savoring the glide of his fingers since you were practically drenching him in sticky arousal, jerking forward every so often when his thumb pressed down a little too hard against your clit.

All the while, you could feel yourself start to break apart from the heated contact between the two of you, aching and wanting for the release that the look in his eyes told you he had every intention of providing.

And you were enjoying every bit of the journey to get there, bathing in his attention, groaning when his fingers curled up just right to tease your g-spot, and grinding down against the erection confined tightly in his jeans. 

Everything was suddenly so much louder, the sounds of his palm smacking against your cunt, fingers gliding through wetness, and the joined harmony of your combined moans and grunts. 

It was a rapid uphill ascent into the clouds, and you could feel him start to move even faster, pulling against the fabric of your jeans, and there was hardly any time for your mind to truly comprehend what was happening. Lost in a sinful haze of lust and divine rapture, wanting nothing more than to just lose yourself in Changbin.

Except he wasn’t letting you simply drown in the pleasure he was giving you, tugging at your hair to bring you back to the present, to the final string keeping your orgasm just out of reach. “You don’t think I haven’t noticed,” Changbin growled into your ear, keeping one hand tight around your waist to stop your squirming as he continued plunging his thick fingers between the tight walls of your pussy. “I see you looking at me because I want you to look.”

You moaned at the explicit expression of his desires, closing your eyes and returning your head against his shoulder, hips titillating according to the way he moved his fingers inside of you. 

“Cum for me,” he said, and you were more than willing to let go of everything, including the moans you had been trying to hold back, filling the house with the loud raucous of your screams as your orgasm snapped and unleashed a molten hot thrill along your spine.

You were gasping for breath, returning from the highest peak of satisfaction, but Changbin hardly gave you anytime to recover before he was removing his hand from your jeans and forcing you into the floor.

“My turn,” he grunted, and the sound of his belt unbuckling triggered some semblance of rationale, and you were practically salivating over Changbin’s cock, eyeing the red bulbous mushroom head and wondering how deep you could take him. “Well?” Changbin prodded, grabbing the base of his thick erection to brush it across the pout of your lips. “Open wide.”

You whimpered, but obeyed, allowing your tongue to stick out just enough to taste the drop of precum leaking from the tip. It was bitter and unappealing, but since it was from Changbin, you couldn’t resist trying more of him, going further and further down until you felt him at the back of your throat.

Your jaw was already aching from the extension, and a distant thought had you thinking, damn, you were gonna be sore in the morning. But it was completely worth it to hear him moan from above you, fingers tightening in your hair as you allowed him to set the pace, rolling you up and down his cock, tongue sweeping the sides and tip and digging into the little slit where you discovered he was the most sensitive. 

At the same time, you were all but humping his leg, desperate to get off again as he used your mouth for his own personal cocksleeve, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, sending you gagging around his impossible length.

“You take cock like you were made for it,” he remarked, eyes glossing over in a way that had you feeling rather proud of your skills. 

It only lasted for a moment, and he abruptly held himself all the way down for one, two, three seconds until you were whining for him to let you free just long enough to take in another deep breath. 

“Finish me off,” he groaned, and you were working overtime to bring him to the edge, bobbing your head up and down the full expanse of his length, all gorgeous and velvety smooth skin. And you braced your hands against his knees, an anchor to reality, when he finally released down your throat, heavy and warm, causing you to nearly choke as you struggled to swallow every last drop.

“Good girl,” he whispered, petting your head softly as you whined and continued to rub yourself against him, jumping off the brink of orgasmic bliss right after him, allowing your head to fall down between his spread legs.

It was a quiet for a while as you both fought to catch your breath, but then he was moving again, rising from his position on the couch. 

You sat back on your heels at the jostling, whimpering when he stood over you with a menacing sneer, grabbing your face between his hands, forcing your gazes to meet somewhere in the middle even though you still couldn’t completely concentrate. But you were cognizant to at least understand his next words: “Lucy won’t be here tomorrow night, either.”

“Changbin,” you gasped, understanding the implications of his request and shivering at the effect they could still have on your worn-out body. 

“I’ll leave the door unlocked,” he whispered into your ear, keeping eye-contact as he brought his fingers still coated with your arousal into his mouth, sucking while you grew faint at the sight. Then, he pulled them free and knelt down to sear your lips together so that you could taste the riveting combination of your releases on his wicked tongue. 

You returned home that night in a daze, immediately heading for your room after assuring your mother that everything was totally fine with the babysitting, even if you probably appeared a little out of sorts. 

In the meantime, you landed on top of your bed with a sigh, opening your phone contacts to pull up Laura’s name, placing the call without any mind to the late hour.

She answered on the third ring with a curt grunt. “This better be good, Y/N.”

“Oh?” you replied with a nonchalant tone. “I thought you might be interested in hearing about my latest dick appointment.”

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. “You didn’t.”

“I did!”

“With your neighbor?”

You laughed at Laura’s shrill tone, rolling over onto your stomach with your feet dancing in the air behind you. “I totally sucked him off.” 

“Shit! How big is his cock?” Laura whispered over the phone as if anybody could possibly overhear your conversation. 

“Let’s just say he’s well-endowed.”

“You absolute slut!” Laura exclaimed. “Did he at least return the favor?”

“Oh, he’s a gentleman,” you explained. “He took care of me first.”

“Details!”

“He just fingered me,” you said, even as your mind sprinted with images and sensations; Changbin’s sultry gaze, defined muscles, and the burning desire he had planted deep in your core. 

“That’s hot though,” Laura said. “I can’t believe you actually did anything with him.”

“What? I told you he was sending me signals!”

“Yeah, but I was only halfway assuming that those signals might lead to his fingers in you!”

You couldn’t help yourself, laughing at Laura’s incredulous tone, and spending the next several minutes doing your absolute best to provide a heavily detailed play-by-play of your evening tryst with Changbin. 

“Lucky bitch,” Laura scoffed at the end of your long-winded tale. “I’d kill for someone to fuck me.”

“Well, we haven’t gotten there yet...”

“Yet? Are you planning to go back to him?”

“Obviously,” you said. “There’s unfinished business that I need to take care of.”

“You think he wants to fuck you?”

“I think he wants to do a lot to me,” you purred, smirking at the sounds of Laura’s outlandish squeals from the other end.

Still, you didn’t think those explicit fantasies would come to fruition so soon. But the next night when you returned to Changbin’s house under the guise of babysitting his kid, there were no formalities between the two of you because you both wanted each other in a way that should be considered improper. 

Fortunately, you were tired of caring about other people’s opinions, and it only took Changbin a moment to pull you into his house before his lips were crushing against yours, holding you around the waist as he started working at your clothes.

If whiplash was a thing in moments like these, then you had it bad, trying to follow the taste of him as he backed you both into the bedroom, closing the door and enveloping you both in the gentle glow from the lamp.

“Get on the bed,” Changbin growled when he finally pulled away, reaching down for the hem of his t-shirt. You swallowed hard at the sight of his broad, toned upper form, stumbling backward along the floor, hopping on one leg to finish removing your jeans for him, leaving you completely naked as you lowered yourself onto the mattress. “Good girl,” Changbin cooed, and you shivered at the huskiness of his voice, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation as he blatantly traced the outline of his cock through his jeans.

“Changbin, please,” you panted, already so worked up from just kissing and feeling his hands all over your body that you were desperate for something more.

“What do you want, gorgeous?” he asked, walking slowly around to the front of the bed as you watched him with eager eyes.

“Want you to fuck me,” you said, heart thundering against your chest when he started working apart his belt, pulling down his jeans and boxers and allowing his thick cock to slap up against his abdomen, already so hard for you even though you had just started.

“Hands and knees,” Changbin ordered, and you were surprised by your quick compliance, supporting yourself on shaky limbs as you felt him climb on the bed behind you, tensing when the head of his cock grazed your wet opening. “Look at you,” Changbin rumbled, teasing you even more by running his fingers down your spine, allowing his other hand to reach around to grope your breast.

“Hurry,” you practically begged him, and it was like the metaphorical band had finally snapped, and you moaned when Changbin took a firm hold of your hips, manhandling you back into position. 

“Good girls say please,” he snarled, and your entire form light up at the abrupt command.

“P-please,” you stuttered, and there was an unholy line of curses that left your lips when he directed his cock inside, penetrating you so slowly that you could feel every inch of him until he was snug against your ass.

“Since you asked nicely,” Changbin chuckled, and you had never been so turned on before in your entire life, heart racing and blood pumping, bracing yourself against the mattress when he started thrusting, gentle at first, but then faster and faster as you egged him on, wanting him to go so hard that he split you in half around his cock. 

“Oh, fuck,” you gasped, struggling to maintain any sort of grip on the headboard. 

“You’ve been holding out on me,” Changbin purred into your ear, sounding perfectly put-together despite the fact that he was literally drilling his cock into you. “All those guys you’ve fucked before, I would think your pussy wouldn’t be this tight.”

“You’re just too big,” you managed, crying out when he grazed a sensitive spot. 

“Oh? Is that why this little pussy is leaking so much?” Changbin asked, and you had no response for him, clearly fucked out of all rational thought as his hips slapped against yours in a bruising meeting of skin-on-skin. 

It was undeniable: you had never felt this full before...like Changbin’s cock was somehow reaching all the way to your guts, and you reached down to place a hand over your stomach, imagining feeling the bulge of his cock against the distended skin.

“How does daddy feel?” Changbin whispered into your ear, and if it was possible for him to literally destroy you, then it would be from that heavily suggestive question.

“So good,” you sniffled, tears falling inhibited, leaving your face just as wet as the place where he was crushing himself into you, repeating the same motion of leaving just the tip before re-entering you with added urgency, cock forcing its way between the slick walls of your cunt. 

It was a beautiful melodic song after that (or, perhaps, hard metal would be a much better genre), the rhythm of his hips rolling against your own, hard and then softer, bruising and fleeting, stuffing your pussy on every upstroke, holding you in place by his pure strength. 

You could feel that strength everywhere, the force of his cock squelching between your pulsating walls, the way you moved up and down the bed by his control, and, when you reached back with one hand to feel his arm, the flex of his biceps as his arms worked to move you however he pleased.

“What will your mother say, Y/N?” Changbin asked. “When she finds out that her daughter fucked the man next door?”

Your mother would absolutely lose her shit if she found out that you were willingly spreading your legs for a divorced 32-year old man who had a daughter you were meant to be babysitting. She would be even more taken aback to discover that you loved and craved every second of Changbin’s cock tearing you to pieces, stretching you so good that you imagined that you would still be gaping in the morning, desperate to have him fill you again. 

“Her little girl screaming like a slut for me,” Changbin hissed. “Say my name, Y/N.”

“C-Changbin,” you whimpered, feeling him roll to a slower pace, merely grinding his hips in circles as if teasing you for the answer.

You flinched and nearly cried when he smacked the fleshy part of your ass, trying to look back over your shoulder to see what you had done wrong. “Try again,” he said, giving you a meaningful look that your poor, fucked-out brain still managed to decipher; although, you were burning in your own skin at the thought of saying it out loud....

“Daddy!” you moaned, and Changbin suddenly reached down to catch a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and forcing your back into an even deeper arch. 

“That’s right,” he sneered. “And Daddy’s about to ruin this pussy, fuck it so full of my cum that you’ll still be feeling it when you go back home tonight to your parents and lie about what you’ve done.”

Your next moan was the loudest of the night, overwhelmed by the nasty things he was saying to you, feeling your orgasm gaining speed and traction the longer he kept fucking you, cock moving at a neck-break pace, and fingers wet and hurried over your clit.

The combined friction of his cock and fingers had you reeling, struggling to keep yourself up as he pummeled you into the mattress. Taking great liberties in the screams he was forcing out of you, realizing that if he angled his hips with one of your legs stretched higher around his hip, then he could somehow reach even deeper, kissing your cervix and threatening to steal the breath from your lungs. 

More and More. Faster and Faster. Until the breaking point was right under your nose...

The next thing you remember is a release that was so intense, you managed to black-out when it was all over, pussy fluttering around the distinct waves of pleasure, barely coherent as Changbin continued chasing his own release until he fulfilled his obscene promise to you. 

Three Weeks Later

You had gotten awfully good at keeping Changbin a secret - a dirty and scandalous whisper at that. 

For a while, your mother questioned your insistence on going over to your neighbor’s house to babysit, especially considering your history of being less than willing to interact with children.

“She’s not like most kids,” you lied, waiting for your mother to relent before grabbing whatever bag you needed consisting of your overnight clothes, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible when you walked over to Changbin’s house.

Your mother watched you, at first, standing on the porch as if ensuring that you made it the dozen or so feet separating your yard from that of your neighbor’s. Eventually, she gave up on trying to catch you doing something you weren’t supposed to, but you still kept up appearances, ringing the doorbell and taking a few steps to the side to leave enough room for the screen to rotate on its hinges, offering you the irresistible view of Changbin standing there in all his glory. 

“You’re early,” he remarked; although he seemed to take great pleasure in seeing you as early as possible.

“Is that okay?” you asked with a knowing look, and Changbin chuckled while giving you his most arrogant smirk. 

In return, you smiled back at Changbin, watching him open the door just a little bit wider in invitation.

It was all you needed before surrendering yourself to whatever delicious and mind-blowing ecstasy awaited on you the other side.  

Summer of 69 indeed.

[bubblegumbi-tch]

I was tagged by longtime silent mutual and absolute book connoisseur with impeccable taste @kajafrompluto to share 6 books I want to read in 2022:

1. This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone

Among the ashes of a dying world, an agent of the Commandant finds a letter. It reads: Burn before reading. Thus begins an unlikely correspondence between two rival agents hellbent on securing the best possible future for their warring factions. Now, what began as a taunt, a battlefield boast, grows into something more. Something epic. Something romantic. Something that could change the past and the future. Except the discovery of their bond would mean death for each of them. There's still a war going on, after all. And someone has to win that war.

This is the most recent on the list after I saw a few quotes. It's wlw, stupidly romantic, and super poetically written so I've heard. You know I'm in. I am a sucker for romances that span lifetimes or longer or have some other timey wimey dimension to them.

2. Authority by Jeff VanDermeer

After thirty years, the only human engagement with Area X—a seemingly malevolent landscape surrounded by an invisible border and mysteriously wiped clean of all signs of civilization—has been a series of expeditions overseen by a government agency so secret it has almost been forgotten: the Southern Reach. Following the tumultuous twelfth expedition chronicled in Annihilation, the agency is in complete disarray. John Rodríguez (aka "Control") is the Southern Reach's newly appointed head. Working with a distrustful but desperate team, a series of frustrating interrogations, a cache of hidden notes, and hours of profoundly troubling video footage, Control begins to penetrate the secrets of Area X. But with each discovery he must confront disturbing truths about himself and the agency he's pledged to serve. In Authority, the second volume of Jeff VanderMeer's Southern Reach trilogy, Area X's most disturbing questions are answered . . . but the answers are far from reassuring.

This is one where I'm kinda only planning on reading it bc I read the first one bc I watched the film of it and loved it, and can't leave a series unfinished. The first book was ok, it was very disconcerting to read which I think was the point but I was kinda left waiting for something that never happened, and found the writing style a bit slow, but I didn't hate it. I feel like this is the one instance where the film might be better than the book simply due to being able to use visuals to add to that creepy feeling the book had. I liked that the first book, Annhilation, was entirely female centered but didn't make a song and dance about it like look at me I'm a book with solely female characters, rather they just did all the things any male characters would do, but just happened to be women. It looks like each book is centered on a different group so we shall have to see how Authority turns out!

3. As yet unreleased and untitled Dreamer Trilogy book no.3 by Maggie Stiefvater (book one cover used in place)

The majestic conclusion to Maggie Stiefvater’s Dreamer Trilogy. The war between dreams and reality intensifies... with Ronan at its center.

If you know me at all, you'll know I am utterly in love with both this book series and it's preceeding series The Raven Cycle. These characters, this world are all somehow both so vivdly real and magically otherworldy and every time I read one of these books its like coming home to your group of best friends (probably helps that the first series are based around legend from my home country, however minus points for anglicising the names maggie lmao). I adore the way Maggie writes, it's so easy to read, and I love the passion and dedication she has put into these books. I feel her real life interests jump out in them, and it helps that they're often the same as mine have been throughout my life. These books are just super close to my heart and I simultaneously can't wait for October to come so I can get my hands on this third book in this series, and also never want it to come so I never have to finish with this world and these charaters.

4. Milkman by Anna Burns

In this unnamed city, to be interesting is dangerous. Middle sister, our protagonist, is busy attempting to keep her mother from discovering her maybe-boyfriend and to keep everyone in the dark about her encounter with Milkman. But when first brother-in-law sniffs out her struggle, and rumours start to swell, middle sister becomes 'interesting'. The last thing she ever wanted to be. To be interesting is to be noticed and to be noticed is dangerous. Milkman is a tale of gossip and hearsay, silence and deliberate deafness. It is the story of inaction with enormous consequences.

I got a copy of this free from uni like 4 years ago and never got a chance to read past the first chapter, although that first chapter seemed incredibly promising. Not sure what to expect as I've never read anything by this author before, but it seems up my street so I'm optimistic!

5. Icelandic Folk Tales by Hjorleifur Helgi Stefansson (idk how to do the accents on this laptop soz)

Iceland is a country where stories are as important as history. When Vikings settled the island, they brought their tales with them. Every rock, hot spring and waterfall seems to have its own story. Cruel man-eating trolls rub shoulders with beautiful elves, whose homes are hidden from mortal view. Vengeful ghosts envy the living, seeking to drag lost loves into their graves – or they may simply demand a pinch of your snuff. Some of the stories in this collection are classic Icelandic tales, while others are completely new to English translation. Hjörleifur has always been deeply interested in the rich lore of his island. His grandparents provided a second home in his upbringing and taught him much about the past through their own way of life. Hjörleifur is dedicated to breathing fresh life into the stories he loves. He lives on his family farm in Borgarfjörður, and also spends a lot of time in Scotland, where he is becoming renowned on the Scottish storytelling circuit.

Does what it says on the tin really, a collection of easily digestible short icelandic folk tales. This was gifted to me and I'm part way through it already and its proving to be a great gift. Some are funny, some are dark, some appear to make little sense at all as folk tales are. Definitely up my street and I love how bitesize they are, as unfortunately my attention span and free time have decreased dramatically recently lol.

6. You Will Get Through This Night by Daniel Howell

"There’s a moment at the end of every day, where the world falls away and you are left alone with your thoughts. A reckoning, when the things you have been pushing to the background, come forward and demand your attention." Written by Daniel Howell, in conjunction with a qualified psychologist, in an entertaining and personal way from the perspective of someone who has been through it all—this no-nonsense book gives you the tools to understand your mind so you can be in control and really live. Split into three chapters for each stage of the journey: This Night - how to get through your toughest moments and be prepared to face anything. Tomorrow - small steps to change your thoughts and actions with a big impact on your life. The Days After - help to look after yourself in the long term and not just survive, but thrive. You will laugh and learn—but most of all, this book will assure you that even in your darkest times, there is always hope.  You will get through this night.

I put off buying this for so long bc not only am I super skeptical of self help books, but self help books by youtubers?? Hmm. But seeing how passionate Dan was and is about this book and how much of himself he's put into it I couldn't help it. Say what you like about him or the people that watch his content but he's one of, if not the only one of the OG youtube lot that has held my interest up until now (and hansn't had some sort of horrific scandal lmao), and you cannot deny, he is a good egg who has remained himself throughout his career and hasn't let fame change who he is. He has integrity. And what he is doing with his career now is something mature and thoughtful and I'm fully behind him. I have read bits and pieces of this already, but just dip into every now and again when I feel like it. For a self help book, it is actually pretty great. I feel like I can hear Dans voice as I read his mix of sarcastic, self depreciative humour, and serious talking points. It's very him, and quite comforting, as he's been in the background of a lot of my life in one way or the other, and continues to do so, albeit in a very different way with this book.

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Wow, this ended up being long! I wanted to put a little blurb to each book though to encourage others to read them too if they like the sound of them!

To do this next (if they want) I tag @two-cupsofcoffee @gaym3bo1@bitchyglittercreator and @clotpoleincamelot

[gaylittlewizardcat]

Moments include:

The overture it’s so good

The vocals during the cat pyramid ahshdgdbdn especially the “round the cathedral” part like omg

And then when the volume has built over the course of the song and it’s super loud and energetic in the end!!!

Victoria’s solo <3

The invitation!! They’re gonna do a fun thing for cats and they’re inviting the cats!!! I love it

Munkustrap singing about Jennyanydots so tenderly like <3

The Gumbie trio!!! They sound so good and like they’re having so much fun aaaaaa

”For she’s a jolly good fellow!”

”Meow.”

All the cats just having so much fun during RTT, Misto’s line and Bomba’s line and the kittens thinking he’s just the best and ough <3

The vocals during Grizabella’s song. The emotions during Grizabella’s song. *falls to the floor and dies /pos*

Bustopher!!! They all love this guy so much!!!!!!! Found extended family central

M&R being cheeky little bastards (read: their whole number) but especially the way they say their names for the last time tehee

Munkustrap and Tugger singing about Old Deuteronomy so tenderly like <3

And when the music swells at the end of the number and aaaaaaaaaa

”Jellicle Cats can all rejoice!!”

You know that little part where the “Pollicles” march around, the “There are dogs out of every nation” part, it’s so funky I love it

”ALL HAIL AND ALL BOW TO THE GREAT RUUUUMPUUUUS CAAAAAAAAAAAAT”

Just literally all of the Jellicle Ball. All of it.

Especially when it picks up with so much energy after the pas de deux <3 and the ending aausudhdhsjskshdgdh it’s so powerful

Grizabella dancing alone *lies on the floor and cries*

Memory aaishdhdhdjdhsggsgs the VOCALS. The EMOTION. I die.

Old Deut reaching for her. How am I supposed to live laugh love in these conditions.

Old Deuteronomy’s voice is just so *punches the floor because it’s too good*

Moonlight <3 <3 <3

The way Cori and Tanto connect with her and it’s obviously some sort of magic going on it’s so good

The way everyone else joins in and you get this sense that they’re not quite there yet, but they’re beginning to understand it’s so so so so

The way Jelly sings about Gus aaaaaaaaa she care him so much *cries*

Their voices are so good and Gus’ vibes are so perfect and tHEN WHEN HE STOPS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LINE AAAAA

Skimbleshanks. Where do I even start. This number is packed to the brim from beginning to end with so much joy and community and you see how fun the Jellicles have with each other and how much they all love each other and aaaaahahsggssygsgdhshahs

Skottish Skimble = Best Skimble his voice is 10000000000/10 I love he

When they build the train!!!!!!!!!!

Macavity ooouuugghhhhagahahdhdgdhd there’s just something about two hot ladies with incredible vocals singing about the guy they both hate but also think is kinda hot that just makes it the best musical number ever

THE MACAVITY FIGHT the music is SO GOOD and the DRAMA I’m living for it

”Presto!”

They all sing about Misto and how much they believe in him ough my heart <3

Daylight <3 <3 <3

Memory. Holy shit. It’s just such a good number. Lying on the floor about it.

The climax of Memory may be the best moment in music ever

AND THE CATHARSIS OF VICTORIA FINALLY REACHING OUT TO TOUCH HER. I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT IT. (lie)

The entirety of Journey to the Heaviside Layer is so good like!!! There’s magic stuff!! There’s emotions!!! There’s weird cat religion things!!!! There’s incredible vocals!!!!!!! Good song

”THE MYSTICAL DIVINITY OF UNASHAMED FELINITY”

The Ad-dressing if Cats is underrated, yes the lyrics are silly but it’s so good and has such a fantastic ending, it’s just a perfect end to the musical

Conclusion: Good musical, I’m very normal about it

Sometimes I think “Yeah, I really really like Cats, but I’m over the initial infatuation, you know?”

And then I rewatch the 1998 film and proceed to go bananas at All The Moments