#so I might just turn up to the cinema bang on time

[tealeavesandthorns]

// Rambly ranting in tags, ignore I'm just a bit upset/frustrated and need to get it out.

[ineffable-dads]

Don't Wait Up

Ineffable Husbands, Ineffable Dads, Light Angst, Mentions of Bullying, Hurt/Comfort, Protective!Crowley, Child!OC

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A/N: Hey! I'm not dead. With all the hype around season 2, I remembered this was still kicking around my files and decided to finally finish it. I have NOT had a chance to watch season 2 so if this isn't in keeping with new information, I apologize. Please no spoilers in the meantime. Once I get a chance to watch it, I'll likely have plenty of thoughts to share. Thanks!

Also, PLEASE COMMENT AND REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THIS. I NEED VALIDATION TO LIVE!

Summary: Aziraphale finds himself waiting for Isabelle to come home from her first date. Unfortunately, humans can be rather unpredictable creatures.

Word Count: 1.9K

Aziraphale wasn’t waiting up. He had no reason to. Isabelle had been very clear on that score. 

She was going to meet a boy from school at the cinema. She had told Aziraphale what time it started and when she’d likely be back. He had nothing to worry about and therefor had no reason to wait up.  The fact he had decided to catch up on some reading while taking a seat closest to the front door was a mere coincidence.

His eyes scanned over the pages, but halfway down the second, realized he hadn’t truly read any of it. With a slight huff, he set the book down and leaned back in the chair.

He really shouldn’t worry. Crowley certainly wasn’t as he made himself comfortable watching telly in the other room. Still, the whole thing nagged at him.

It wasn’t as if he were keeping vigil over Isabelle’s virtue or whatever it was fathers were so paranoid about to the point of threatening young suitors with violence. What Isabelle decided to do or not to do was entirely her decision. She was a smart girl after all and had been taught from a young age not to be afraid of the word no. All the same, he knew he’d feel much better once he saw her come through the door safe and sound. Isabelle might be good at saying no, but it didn’t mean other people listened.

That was the real crux of the issue, he supposed. Other humans. There was no telling what they would do.

With a slight effort, he got up from the chair, adjusting his waistcoat as he did so.  No point in pretending to read.  She’d be another hour at least. Might as well make some tea and think of something else to do. Maybe he’d even give that show a try Crowley seemed so addicted to.

Just as that rather shuddering thought ran through his mind, the front door clicked open. Relief immediately spread through him as he turned towards the entrance.

“Ah, Belle you’re back. How was your evening?”

She ignored him, keeping her head down as she quickened her pace toward stairs.  The smile which had appeared on the angel’s face quickly disappeared.

“Dear, are you alright?”

Isabelle didn’t answer. She only let out a shuttered breath of one trying hold back tears and failing.  She just ran the rest of the way up as fast as she could before slamming the door to her room shut.

Aziraphale blinked, finding himself standing rather uselessly at the bottom of the stairs. Of course, she wasn’t alright. Something had to have gone wrong if she came back this early. Different scenarios flashed across his mind, most of them ending with Isabelle giving a boy a well-deserved slap, but none of them provided him any useful insight.

“Was that Izz?” Crowley said, poking his head out from his study, undoubtedly clued in by the proceeding bang. “Something wrong?”

“Um yes,” Aziraphale said distractedly.  “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”

Before Crowley could get another word in, the angel walked up the stairs, and stopped just in front of Isabelle’s door.

“Belle?” he called gently. “Dearest, what’s wrong?”

He received no answer, aside from the muffled cries.

“Isabelle please open the door. I promise you’ll feel much better if you let me in.”

“Go away,” her voice came tiredly.

“Alright, you don’t have to open the door,” he conceded. “Just talk.  What happened?”

“Nothing,” she said, more forcefully this time. “Just leave me alone.”

He gave small sigh, halfway between exasperated and concerned.

“Belle what have I told you about lying?”

“You do it all the time.”

He pulled back, his brows furrowing. “Now that is a bit of an exaggeration.”

“You let people think you’re human, that’s lying.”

“That’s different, if I went around saying--,” he stopped himself, directing a tight-lipped expression straight into the door frame.  “Now that is completely off the subject.”

There was a pause. Aziraphale could practically hear her annoyed look at being caught.

He took a deep breath. “Dear,” he said as his voice slipped back to its parental tone, “please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Isabelle snapped. “Can’t I just not want to talk about something? Leave me alone!”

Aziraphale jerked back from the door, startled by her outburst.  He opened his mouth to retaliate, but quickly realized it would do no good.  For whatever reason, she wasn’t going to talk to him. 

A slight pain came to his chest at the thought.

There had been times Isabelle kept things to herself, but not for long and never anything serious. She knew she could tell him and Crowley anything. Yes, he had read enough books to know finding independence was part of the growing pains of adolescent, but he hadn’t thought it meant she would willingly shut him out.  He felt rather stuck about the whole thing and slowly made his way back downstairs, chewing his bottom lip the whole way.

He was so caught up in his own thoughts, he was a little surprised to find Crowley waiting for him, arms crossed, and stone faced.

“What happened,” he demanded.

“I don’t know,” Aziraphale said, sadly.  “She came in crying and went straight to her room.”

The demon’s brows creased. “She was crying?”

“Yes, she tried her best to hide it, poor dear.  I don’t know what happened, but it must have been something very bad.”

Crowley nodded.  “Right, best let me take the lead.”

“What are you going to do?” Aziraphale asked.

“Tough love.”

He then turned his attention up the stairs.

“Izz! I’m coming up!”

It was her only warning as he stormed the steps with a determination which normally left Aziraphale flustered.  And he was, rather, having followed him halfway up the stairs before he knew what his legs were doing.

“What part of ‘leave me alone’ do you not understand?” she shouted back as Crowley reached the landing.

“All of it,” he said. “Now let me in.”

“No!”

“Izz, I have respected your privacy by asking, but using my authority as your father I’m coming in anyway.”

He snapped his fingers and there was no longer a door.

Isabelle sat up on her bed, her eyes flashing with tears and anger.

“That’s not fair!” she shouted.

“Lesson one for the evening, life isn’t fair,” he said sternly. “Lesson two, privacy is an illusion.  Now are you going to tell me why you’re crying?”

“It doesn’t matter!” she snapped. “I just need to cry, okay? Sometimes you just need to cry. It’s human.  It’s a very human thing to do.  Now can’t I just cry?!”

It was then Isabelle finally caught Aziraphale’s eye. The anger was still there, but it was obvious just how hurt she truly was. He hadn’t seen her eyes so red since she had broken her arm after attempting a rather precarious trick on the monkey bars. This was different though. He couldn’t miracle it away, for one. 

Isabelle instantly put her head down looking ashamed at having both of them see her like this.

“Oh dear,” Aziraphale said, crossing the room toward her.  He took a seat on the bed and quickly wrapped her in a hug.  “There, there, it will be alright.”

Isabelle tried her best to look annoyed at his gesture, but her body language gave her away as she leaned into the embrace. In all honestly, it made him feel just a bit better too. At least he felt like he was doing something useful.

“Dearest, what’s wrong?” the angel tried again.

She let out another shuddering breath, shaking her head. “It’s stupid. It was a stupid joke.  I’m stupid to have fell for it. I’m sorry.”

“What joke was that?” he asked.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Isabelle,” Crowley said.

That got both their attentions. 

Aziraphale looked up at him and saw an uncharacteristically soft look on his face as he looked Isabelle right in the eyes.

It wasn’t the first time he had given that look, but it was a rare enough thing, that Aziraphale always felt a little off balance at seeing it. There was something different about it, just a glimmer of that angel he used to be back before the world.

The girl in his arms seemed to feel the same thing as whatever fight she had left in her slipped away.

“It was all a joke,” she said quietly.  “Thomas asking me out.  It was all a joke.”

Both Aziraphale and Crowley remained silent allowing her to continue.

“He told me to meet him at the cinema, so I did.  After a while it looked like he was going to be late so I texted him and he told me he was sorry, that he got caught up with school stuff and he’d meet me there in a bit so we could get dinner.  So, I waited and about half an hour later he drove up with his friends and they just started laughing.”

She let in a sharp breath as she started to feel the familiar tightness in her throat.

“They just thought it was really funny.  I mean c’mon it’s hilarious, why on earth would the school freak think that anyone would be interested.”

The tears were flowing freely now.

“I mean how naive is that? It’s so stupid.  I’m so stupid.”

She tried to compose herself, but every attempt she made seemed to make it worse.

“I’m sorry. I should have seen it coming.  You taught me how to spot liars and I didn’t. I’m smarter than this.”

She broke down again no longer having it in her to form words.  Aziraphale pulled her in tighter and she let him.  He slowly rocked her back and forth rubbing her back soothingly.

“Shhh, it’s alright, you have nothing to apologize for.  That’s it.  Just let it all out.”

Crowley for his part said nothing as the last of Isabelle’s tears trickled down her cheeks.  His stance was much stiffer now with balled knuckles and hardened gaze.  Something was brewing deep inside his mind and, needless to say, it was decidedly unpleasant.

Isabelle eventually calmed down and Aziraphale let her go with the promise of coco and the fact it would be better in the morning.  She only half believed him, but accepted the idea of coco with as much enthusiasm as one could muster after having their feelings stamped on.

Both Aziraphale and Crowley left the room in mutual silence not speaking until they reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Poor dear,” Aziraphale said.  “It’s going to take a while to recover from this.  She’s really taken what those boys said to heart.”

“Yes,” Crowley said, “sticks and stones may break my bones, but mental scars are forever, or something like that.  You got this angel?”

“Yes,” he said suspiciously. “Why do you ask?”

“Got to take care of something.” The demon then grabbed his keys, coat, and sunglasses before heading out the door. “Don’t wait up.”

Aziraphale did not need to ask what it was that Crowley needed to take care of, or more accurately who. 

He also knew somewhere, deep down, he should intervene, but the crying girl upstairs gave him pause.  He didn’t know exactly what Crowley had in mind, and if he didn’t know, there was no real way he could reasonably stop him.  Aziraphale was satisfied with this circular logic and allowed himself to settle in for the night. There was no need to wait up, after all.

[popcornforone]

Christmas Wish

A Tim Rockford fan fic

I got in from the cinema tonight at about 10:30 watches a bit of tv & then went on tiktok & then couldn’t sleep. It’s now 2am & a small idea I had I’ve now almost completed a first draft of. & I think you will get the finished product soon. See this is why I have lots of fics in draft. Because bang I will get a new idea & then I’ll just write. Also I can’t believe I’m writing Tim again. Send help (but please don’t)

Synopsis: your taking your kids to see Santa but your husband isn’t sure he will make it on time. But a Santas wish box might make all your dreams come true.

Word count:3800

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF TOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV sex, breeding kink, pregnancy, swearing. Previous sexual encounters & fantasies mentioned. Husband & wife, swearing. Mentions of alcohol, teasing, crime is mentioned but not in detail, bedroom voice, Tim likes to be incontrol but he’s not a dom. cock warming, intense sex.

Thanks as always for reading peoples. All feedback is welcome.

3 rings, he always answers exactly after 3 rings no matter who it is. Today is no different.

“Detective Rockford” he answers professionally.

“Tim?” He turns red straight away & starts mouthing to the two other officers in the room with him working the case. He’s saying it’s you & it’s a family emergency.

“Ahhh hang on” he scurries out of the room & into his office down the corridor closing the door behind him. “Sorry still working the case, we’ve almost made a break through.” He says as he rubs his hand across his forehead. He always tried to think like the criminal to catch them & this case has pushed him a little. He’s often got home late exhausted & full of concern that that longer this person is on the loose, the harder it will be to find them.

“That’s not the only thing that needs to be considered” you say. He can hear babbling going on in the back ground. He’s worked out it’s your 5 year old & 2 year old. “How much later are you going to be tonight Tim?” You sound exasperated.

“Maybe an hour, so close, we’re so so close,” he then pauses “wait… I’m missing something, arent I?” He says. You falling silent down the other end of the phone confirms this. “Fuck! What am I missing?” His eyes scrunch up in anger, that he’s got caught up in his work once again. You knew being Mrs Rockford would come with moments like this, but recently it’s becoming more frequent.

“It’s 5pm at the moment, we are meant to all be meeting Santa at the North Pole Grotto at 6:30pm” you say calmly down the phone. You know annoying him by going I told you to set a reminder when you booked it 2 months ago, will piss him off. “I understand though Tim, this is a huge case. It will make our town safe. I can call them up & push it to next week if I do it in the…” Tim then hears your 5 year old son start singing jingle bells in the back ground. He knows he’s probably in his light up raindeer jumper & is so excited to see Santa tonight.

“No, you have to go. I’ll try & get there. I’m sure I’ve got the address, I’ll do my best”

“Tim I can…”

“No I can hear Jason singing in the background, don’t break his heart, I’ll make it up to him & Grace & you, especially you.” He looks at his watch. He can do this. He’s then disturbed as someone taps on the glass of his door. “Baby I gotta go, but promise me you’ll take the kids okay, even if I have to then come back to work, I’ll do my best”

“Tim I…”

“Promise me” he used his moody interrogation voice. That’s how you met. You had been a witness to a crime & he talked to you at the police station. He got no new clues out of you, but you left your number in case he needed to ask you anything else. 3 weeks later, you were handcuffed to his bed, screaming Tim’s name as he licked every inch of your pussy. His face glistening as he told you how good you tasted before he ravaged you for the next 2 days. Even detective Rockford through a sicky to pleasure his new girlfriend. That was almost 8 years ago. You knew what you were getting yourself into by having a relationship with someone like him, both work wise & sexually.

“Okay detective” you say & then sigh. He doesn’t even say bye down the phone, clearly somethings come up. You say to the beeping cancel tone “I love you baby” before Jason starts jumping about to the next Christmas song.

*

You are sat in the ‘north pole’ bouncing Grace on your lap who looks adorable in her snowman outfit. Jason is busy saying exactly what he wants Santa to get him.

“A rocket ship, lego, slime, chocolate, more chocolate…” the list keeps going.

“Yea Jason. Santa will see us in a second. He’s got lots of people to see. I think you just need to pick 3 items for today.” You say & he sits down next to you.

“What do you want for Christmas Mummy?” He asks. You had no idea your son was so thoughtful. The look on his face is genuine. He really wants to know.

“For you & your sister to have the best Christmas” you say & wrap your arms around him. His hug is pure love, the only kind of love a 5 year old can give.

“Oooh im not sure I can wrap that up, what can I actually get you?” Jason hugs you. You know what you really want but you know Jason can’t get it for you. You go to answer with something trivial, but your then interupted by a teenager dressed as an Elf.

“The Rockfords?” You stand up & go to speak.

“Yep that’s us” an echoing voice comes from down the corridor. Tim is lightly jogging your way & the beam on your face can’t be denied.

“Daddy!” Tim scopes Jason up into his arms.

“Hey sport” he gives his boy a big kiss & ruffles Graces hair as she’s almost asleep on you. “Couldn’t miss this for the world” he kisses your cheek & you turn as red as a robins breast. Tim is still in his full detective gear. Holsters & everything. It’s giving you flash backs to some previous role play. He’s previously just left his tie & the holsters on while he’s fucked you & fake interrogated you in bed. The last time he did it, he growled just before his point of climax are you on birth control, you screamed no. You didn’t know Tim had a breeding kink until that moment as he went oh we’re gonna make this stick then. He fucked you all night, even when you woke up in the morning. He was late for work that’s day & you walked slowly for a week. The man delivered though, 9 months later Grace was born.

“I’m glad you made it baby” you say to him as you enter the first room & you are both offered a mince pie. Tim bites into his & his face lights up even more.

“Oooh this tastes good, I haven’t eaten since breakfast” he says & after you’ve had a small bite of yours, you offer it to him. There’s no point rolling your eyes at Tim not eating, his job means he sometimes doesn’t stop for hours. “Thanks beautiful” he says.

You’re then asked if you’d all like to stand infront of a fake fire for a family photo. Usually Tim hates this but he sees Jason get ready to pose & smile.

“Oooh absolutely” a few sensible & also funny family photos are taken in front of the fire & you know by the time you are done with Santa, you will have the jpegs emailed across to print off at home. Tim smiles genuinely in every single photograph. It makes butterflies flutter in your stomach. Those eyes that made you fall for him, dazing in the fake fire light. So warm cozy & loving much like his hugs on a cold winters night. He sees you look & looks back into your own soft blue eyes. “Hello you” he whispers. He can see the love reflecting back to him. His hand slowly fits in yours. So large but soft. The way his thumb goes across your knuckles to start with arouses you.

“Are you all ready to meet Santa?” the elf says, bring you both back to reality.

“Yes” Jason shouts. You & Tim both nod. You’re just happy to see Tim enjoying a family moment & forgetting about work stress.

“Well let’s go” The elf lifts up the icicle beaded curtain & Jason bounds in & you & then Tim follow.

There sits Santa. On his big red chair. A large tree, 3 large sacks of gifts & a few toys on the floor. It’s in a cabin setting. Jason doesn’t move, hes star struck.

“Go on Jason” you say & he then grabs Tim’s leg feeling a little shy.

“Hohoho is that Jason Rockford?” Santa asks in his deep voice. Jason nods, but still hangs onto daddy. “& that then must be mummy & daddy & is that your little sister Grace?” He asks, rubbing his belly. His beard is magnificently white & the suit is cherry red. You knew there was a reason why people booked up this Santa experience.

“How do you know my sisters name?” Jason asks suspiciously.

“It’s my job to know everyone’s name” Santa laughs “especially those on the nice list” Jason still hasn’t budged from Tim. Tim then gets down to his knees & looks at his son.

“Come on Jason, it’s only Santa, he wants to talk to you” he gestures. Jason still says nothing, not moving, standing firm. “Didn’t you want to tell him what was on your Christmas list, you told mummy earlier didn’t you.” Jason then shakes his head. Seeing Santa might have been what he’s wanted for the last 3 weeks but a 5 year old can’t process all those emotions. “Then tell me, tell daddy.”

“Chocolate” Jason says quietly.

“Sorry sport, speak up I missed that”

“More chocolate”

“Oooh chocolate I love chocolate” Santa Ho Ho Hos again & leans into a box,” i like Milky Way”

“That’s my fave too” Jason turns his head & he sees Santa holding one. In a flash Jason is no longer star struck or shy. He is on Santas knee, telling him about his gifts he’s like & what he thinks Grace wants & the elf’s take photos.

“He’s forward like his mum” Tim whispers in your ear as you hand Grace over for the kids to have their own Santa photo.

“& shy to start with like his dad, but then once your out of the shell” you smile at him.

“Thought you like me being outgoing and adventurous” Tim says. He then does that thing with his hand, the way he rubs it around his neck always has you pining, you have no idea why, it just does.

“I want any version of you my love” you then see Santa start to wrap it up the fun.

“Now here’s a small gift” he starts & he hands one to Jason & one to you for Grace as Tim picks her up.” To keep you going until Christmas night okay”

“Wow really, thanks Santa” Jason hugs him & we thank him too.

“Don’t forget to put your Christmas wishes in the box on your way out. Ho Ho Ho & Merry Christmas” he says & your family leave the room.

You look at the wish box & get Jason to write his down & you do one for Grace. But then you see Tim with a piece of paper.

“Baby what are you…”

“You need to do one too” he says as take a photo of his before he drops his in the box “otherwise your Christmas wish won’t come true” you smile & do the same.

“Okay Tim” after dropping your wish into the box, you leave as a family & Tim helps you get the kids in the car, once you get to the car park.

“Are you coming home” you ask being hopeful.

“No I’m not, I have to go back, I’ve got a murderer interview to conduct.”

“You found them”you say excitedly.

“Yes, the team left to arrest him while I’ve been here, but I promise to not be too late okay” you can tell by the looks of it in his eyes that he wants to do nothing more than follow you & the kids home right now. Both will be sound asleep before he gets home tonight, there’s even a chance you might be.

“It’s okay baby, I get It” you smile & go to open your car door but he blocks you getting into it. Your eyes connect & the kiss Tim gives is sweet & soft & your gloved hands graze his beard. You don’t want this kiss to end. He looks full of both sorrow & love as the kiss breaks.

“I love you” Tim says & he traces his thumb across your lips & leaves you standing by the car as he walks off to go get in his.

*

Christmas Day madness has happened & you get into bed in your new pink fleece snoopy pyjamas that you got for Christmas. The clean up can start tomorrow. Your parents have agreed to get up if the kids are an issue tonight. In walks Tim into the bedroom in his dark blue pinstripe Pyjamas & he gets under the duvet with you & kisses your cheek.

“I’ve got 1 more Christmas gift for you baby & I think you have one for me”he says with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Tim you know that we were always going to have…”

“No no nope, im not talking about sex” he says & he grabs his phone. “I want to show you what my Christmas wish was that I asked Santa for.” Your eyes dilate. You’d forgotten you did that on the evening you met Santa but now you’re excited to see what his was & to share yours.

“Really Tim?” You say excitedly & move close to him under the duvet. Your hand goes for his groin automatically, you know full well that sex is also on the cards, as you slip your hand beneath his bottoms. He lets out a small deep moan & you’re not just hot due to your new fluffy sleep wear. You want your husband, & he wants his wife.

“Y…ye…oooh yes” he says. You’re not sure if that’s a reaponse to sharing or your hand working his length or both, but the way his eyebrows twitch & the more breathing he does you think it’s more from arousal. He then grabs your hand & takes it away. “I don’t want to cum already” he mumbles & pulls you in so your head rests on his top. Such a firm chest & the broadest shoulders tower above you.

He scrolls through his photos.

“Your not worried you wish won’t come true baby”

“Ooh sweetheart” Tim kisses your forehead “it’s Christmas it’s a time for miracles” he says cockily.

“Did you just try & be Hans Gruber?” You ask & you both giggle.

“Guilty as charged” he says & then he flips his phone around & you look at what he wrote on the piece of paper. Your eyes well up.

For my families love & understanding everyday, not just at Christmas.

Your arms fling around his neck & you kiss him hard. So deep so passionate so intense.

“You’ve always had that Tim”

“I know, I just sometimes take it for granted” the way his hand strokes your hair sends a sensation down your spine. His lips are soft as the keep making contact with yours.

“Do you…”

“After this” he moans as he reaches the hem of your fleece top, always a man who knows what he wants. A man who gets results. He might not be in his detective gear right now, but it wasn’t the detective fantasy you fell in love with 8 years ago. It was those big eyes, that smoulder, the messy hair, the deep sexual voice, those large hands that make your body do extraordinary things. You love Tim Rockford, he never had to be a detective to get you in bed, although now that is sometimes useful.

Your pyjamas are off before his & he kisses your tummy. Your stretch marks always get the first kisses just before he slips inside you. You still don’t like them & always gasp when he kisses them.

“There’s nothing sexier than these baby, they made the two best things in my life, be proud” his top has gone & his bottoms follow quickly. His long length dripping already. You’re so aroused that you know you won’t need lube tonight. The way his hands caress your hips as he goes between your legs. You feel the tip tease your clit & the moan you let out has Tim licking his lip.”okay maybe that noise is, make that noise again” he breaches you. He’s not fully in but it has you hand clutching the pillow. He always makes you stretch. He likes to go in slowly & sensually. You oblige & moan again. “That’s my good girl, you’re on my nice list” the next rock he’s almost fully inside. You’re already clamping around him. He feels so good.

“a nice list?” You stutter.

“Yes” the next thrust he’s completely inside you & you cry his name. “You are such a good girl except when it comes to sex, then your naughty but you do that to make me happy” he raises his eyebrows as his next thrusts hits the soft spot. The one that makes you see starts. You close your eyes, pleasure taking over as he slowly rocks into you & your body responds enjoying each movement. Your eyes open after an extraordinary kiss. He feels even deeper inside you tonight. You’re extra sensitive to each graze inside your core.

He lowers himself so he’s all but lying on top of you. Just hoovering slightly. His hands grab either side of the pillow by your head. You lift your hands up & hold his face, & look directly into his eyes. The sweat glistening off his head. His body moving in a rhythm that’s unmatched. It makes you purr.

“Baby”

“Oooh baby”

It’s intense staring into each others eyes. The way he works his hips. Your friction against him has you whimpering.

“Ooooh yes yes yes yes don’t stop, keep going oooh fuck” your heart races.

“Oooh you like that, fuck you do” those massive brown eyes are the largest you’ve ever seen. He’s lost in his lust & desire for you. That turns you on even more.

“Tim oh Tim. Yes Tim”

“You take me so well baby” one of the hands stops gripping the pillow & lightly goes around your neck. Each thrust deep. It hits the spot without fail. You feel extraordinarily sexy as his grinds his teeth. The beads of sweat drip onto your chest.

“Keep going im so close” you just about get the words out. His grip tightens & you start gasping & he is pulsing. You’re sure the bed is creaking. You’re hoping no one can hear your collective moans.

“You wanna cum?” Tim growls as his other hand tugs at your hair. “Do you think you’ve earnt it? Do you want to drench me? Make me spill inside you?” you love it when he gets in the zone & starts using his menacing voice. Criminals cave in for this tone but you squirt when he gets it right. What brings nightmares for others makes you orgasm.

“Ye yea…. Yess”

“If I cum your gonna keep me warm, your going to sleep all night with my hard throbbing cock buried inside you. We’re gonna stimulate you so you stay wet & I stay hard. You’re gonna be cock drunk when you wake up on Boxing Day, my naughty wife.” You hear these words escape Tim’s mouth but they don’t make sense. You’ve lost all cognitive thoughts. Your about to scream so that everyone knows your husband has satisfied you. “Cum baby, cum for your hubby”

The way you scream Tim’s name is deep & low, because you are almost speechless. You gush & drench his length as he keeps going inside you. Even if you weren’t speechless, nothing could describe what you’re experiencing right now.

“Yes baby, that’s my girl, oooh fuck oooh god oooh yesssss” Tim screams. His hand squeezes once more around your neck, his sperm flows inside you, filling you up. His body also juddering, from the extreme pleasure. He sharply let’s go of your neck & you gasp for as much air as you can in 3 seconds before your mouth is occupied with his. Your bodies roll you both out of your highs, slow rocks to calm you down. His hands are in your hair & on your breasts. Yours are also in his hair & stroking that small little patch he has in his beard, your favourite place for cheeky kisses. Eventually your bodies do stop rocking & your collective panting goes quiet. There is a squelching noice from his penis still semi hard inside your.

“Baby” you eventually say & flutter your eyes open.

“Ooh baby in deed” he goes to roll off you & then remembers his promise. You moan slightly as he withdraws but he is swiftly back inside you semi hard, being your big spoon. Even like this he feels good inside you. Cock warming is often something you do as you fall asleep after sex.

“Was that the best Christmas gift?”Tim whispers.

“Well it’s either that or the watch?” You giggle as he moves your hair to the side to kiss your neck. Such small soft little pecks.

“See we can make everyone’s Christmas wish come true” he says. “Hang on you never showed me what you asked santa for”

“Did I not?”

“No we got so into the moment after my reveal that we forgot”

“Hmmm”you reach your arm out & grab your phone. A smile comes across your face. “Promise to not over react?” You say with a little snigger.

“Baby what could…” Tim then looks & the photo on the phone startled. He takes it from you & stares at it. He then throws it down the end of the bed. His hands trail down your body as harder kisses fill your neck & cheek. “Seriously?” You nod “but today? How?” He’s really shocked.

“I was in charge” you smile & turn your head around so his lips can find yours.

“My cleaver girl”

You slowly both nod off to sleep exhausted, his cock still inside you, the kisses eventually stop. His hand also stops rubbing his most favourite place of all. Eventually your phone screen turns off. Your wish was always going to be true.

For Jason & Grace to love their new sibling, who should be here come August.

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Tim and Eric Awesome Show Great Job #50: “Man Milk” | May 3, 2010 - 12:30AM | S05E10

Tim & Eric wish you happy holidays in this special half-hour series finale (unless you count specials) of Tim & Eric Awesome Show Great Job. In this episode, we get a little bit of everything. But is any of it classic or good?

Yes, one is, it’s the sketch where Paul Rudd plays a businessman who who sits down at a computer to view virtual dancers, all of whom resemble himself. They have names like Celery Man (a skinny tie, shiny-suit wearing slickster), Oyster (a rough-around-the-edges-but-slightly-contrived punk), and Tayne (a hedonistic hat-wearer with a vaguely mambo flavor). He is turned on by these sexy dancers to the point where he ignores an emergency phone call from his wife. He asks the program for a print out of Oyster smiling, and, most controversially, to generate a nude Tayne. The computer warns him that it’s not suitable for work, but he presses ahead.

To my knowledge, this is the only thing Paul Rudd ever appeared in that was Tim & Eric related (Tim does show up in one of the Ant Man movies, but that’s On Cinema Tim, so I won’t count it). This one’s really great, and pretty irresistible. Silly dances with silly names are pretty standard fare in the Tim & Eric universe, but this is basically a one-man show with Rudd being hella charming and legitimately very funny. This one has absolutely earned its reputation as a viral hit, which is why I’m naming it the Talk Soup Clip of the Week. 

There’s the Italian Massage sketch, which is fairly funny but nothing too deep. Tim & Eric do dumb accents and pour pizza toppings on a fat guy and rub it around. It’s brief, and features a cameo from Fred Armisen, but I like it anyway. This one is reprised in one of the weaker “Great Job” interludes, where we see a man in the restaurant react to multiple hairy bites of his nasty pizza slice. I’m not even sure why they bothered shooting that.

Another sketch features Tim & Eric pitching a partnership with Ben Stiller and their freak slave Ben Hur. They show him a jingle proposing that Ben change his name to Ben StillHur. Stiller is baffled, because there’s no actual project attached. Ben Hur just sits there and winks at Stiller in a flirty manner. Stiller does his Hollywood prick shtick that we should all be tired of by now, but it’s not too bad all things considered. Later, Stiller chases down Ben Hur in the parking lot to become partners, but cut Tim & Eric out of the action, and the entire time you can see a disgusting redspot on the back of Ben Hur’s head, which Stiller gets perilously close to when he starts stroking Hur’s bald head during a spirited hug. 

This one hearkens back to their Rolo jingle from, I think, season one, and the Tom Skerrit jingle from not season one. Tim & Eric’s old website had a whole section with bogus would-be jingles for various companies, and those sketches (and this one, too) are a continuation of that. This isn’t that great, but I guess it’s exciting to see another movie star being bad on TV.

The Cinco Privacy Helmet brings Tennessee Winston Luke into the Tim & Eric fold. This product is a helmet that plays a loud beeping noise and sprays vision-obscuring fog in front of your eyes while your head is completely encased in an unwieldy spherical helmet. This is so you can hang out next to people having sex. The commercial specifically advertises its intended use for guys sharing dorm rooms (���Cinco helps you bang girls in your dorm”).

Despite that last bit coming off sorta college-humor-esque, this is maybe another highlight for the episode. It does return to the well of having weird old guys act like college dudes like in the Cinco Sleep Watching Chair (Doug Prish-Preed saying "they gotta be hot" is funnier than anything in this). Those two sketches might have benefited from airing in separate seasons. Still, I like this one quite a bit. The more traditionally-college-looking guy is truly a terrible actor. Also the girl in the sketch is actually pretty hot, tell her I said wazup.

Richard Dunn gets one final starring role in Bald Face Predictions, where Dunn shaves a child’s head in order to show them how they’re going to go bald as they succumb to old age. I am a sucker for comedy where grown men disappoint children, and I think this one plays to Dunn’s strengths. Him gleefully growling about the kid becoming a weird-looking old man some day is pretty fun, and him offering to see him every week so he can “bald (him) out” is also good. He kisses the boy’s head and throws his head back and utters the line “hairy LIPS!” which I’m not sure is actually funny, but that line comes into my brain every time I kiss a beloved pet on the head.

Short/bad-sketch speedrun: Quallstions has James Quall answering sincere questions. It’s not funny, but it seems like it’s meant to be not-funny, but it’s still not funny. One last “Where’s my Chippy”, which was nice to see. I like when Eric crosses out the chipmunk on screen. A Brule sketch where he briefly discusses the difficulties of e-mail. Finally: a medical-themed sketch about what to do if you suspect that you have pools of blood in your stomach. That one’s total nonsense and it doesn’t pay off, and it rehashes the “be provocative, be organized” chant from Crows. 

The wraparound for this one is fairly mixed; not exactly a home run but not terrible. Both Tim & Eric develop long swollen nipples and start lactating. Their milk is indisputably delicious, so they decide to bottle it up and give it as a “gift for free”. Luck would have it, Eric’s little nephew Koy is in town, hiding behind their Christmas tree, and they have him hand-deliver their Man Milk to various Tim & Eric cast members. Eventually, they realize that all the milk they sent out was unpasteurized, and it proves to be fatal for all involved (except Tim & Eric themselves). Merry Christmas. 

This one has an air of effort to it; it’s shot particularly well, almost seeming like a dry-run for their upcoming feature Billion Dollar Movie. The things that fall flat are some of the horse-around aspects, as well as the unfunny, musical number. It feels like padding. Also, the use of the word “tit” just sounds wrong for some reason coming out of their mouths. You expect “bubs,” “bub-bubs,” “blobs”, or maybe even “swollen hammers” to come out of their mouths before the unrefined “tit.” But in the spirit of Christmas, I will forgive them. The montage of their misfit character actors all succumbing to their lethal juices is pretty satisfying, even though it’s a little sad to see Dunn die on screen in retrospect. Guy died for real a little over a month later. RIP pep-pep.

That’s roughly the end of Awesome Show. Scrappy and imperfect, and sometimes fairly lazy, but when it was funny it tickled me like nothing else. I always found the show charming enough to watch even when it was at its worst. Not sure if I can do my customary “top ten” until sometime later. I just don’t have it in me right now. Maybe for…Chrimbus? Oh! Maybe I’ll wait for the 10th anniversary special! 

Okay you know what actually I just did one just now without really putting a ton of thought into it. If I were to mathematically go through every episode and rank each sketch and weigh each episode in some highly scientific way, it’d probably shake out differently. I just went by what grabbed me after going through the episode guide real quick. It's in airing order, not preference.

S01E01 Dads

S01E08 Anniversary

S01E09 Hamburger

S02E05 Forest

S02E10 Embarrassed

S03E02 Chan

S03E06 Jim & Derrick

S04E03 Universe

S04E09 Brothers Cinco

S05E09 Greene Machine

[convenientalias]

Rewatching episode 6 of MCTNA

After like a month of unaligned schedules, my mom and I have returned to watching MCTNA. Here are some thoughts on episode 6:

-MCTNA did, I suppose, put in the bare minimum of effort trying to convince us Seon-ho was into Hui-jae. Which is to say, it includes a scene of him drinking and thinking about the past after seeing her with Hwi, feeling angsty and all that. Problem is, all the scenes it shows in the flashback--him pouring her a drink before going off to war, her and him watching Hwi sail off with the army himself--are in context more about the two of them being angsty about Hwi being taken away than about the two of them having any sort of relationship. (Well, the drinking scene being the most questionable there, but the fact that Hui-jae immediately says her "last drink" is for Hwi and Seon-ho responds with "I know" has always kind of undermined the idea that Seon-ho really wanted her to accept his love there... it feels more like he's saying goodbye to her in Hwi's place. Might be a stretch, but so is seeing any romantic intent between those two at any point past episode 3.) It does revive my vague idea of a Hui-jae/Seon-ho using each other as proxies for Hwi but let's not go into that right now.

-I also always intended to write a fic where Hui-jae barged into the shack to interrupt what she thought was a secret meeting (a la that scene where she confronts Hwi after reuniting with him at Ihwaru) but turned out to be Hwi and Seon-ho having shack sex (bc I have many headcanons about those secret meetings in the shack) and then, idk, they have a threesome, but I'm not going to write that right now either! Probably.

-Still adore the brief plotline that was a dude insulting Seon-ho's parentage on the street and Seon-ho proceeding to break into the dude's house with a troop of soldiers and stab the guy through the hand! Every time I'm writing a fic and I'm like "on a scale from reasonable to homicidal maniac, how vicious do I want Seon-ho to be", I tend to use this scene as a reference point (...to excuse me pushing him a little bit further to the violent side lols).

-Seon-ho INTERRUPTED THE KING to make a statement about how Bang-won only acted so bold bc Joseon hadn't yet abolished private armies and I know in context he did that to derail the confrontation between Bang-won and Yi Seung-gye that Bang-won was aiming for, BUT. It takes guts! Also I just love watching those two banter in front of the entire court and Yi Seung-gye. Seon-ho is living his best life. Bang-won is living the life of a dude whose fan is not sufficient to bat away this one housefly that keeps buzzing noisily around his head.

-Seon-ho and Nam Jeon have a civil conversation about gaining power for like two seconds before Seon-ho ruins it by mentioning that oh yeah, maybe his dad supports the idea of him gaining power, but he has no intention of actually backing Seon-ho up if things go south. He's right though!

-Sometimes in all the politics and pining I forget this show aims to have at least one but preferably multiple fight scenes per episode. This episode has at least two, more depending on how you count it. Hwi and the Hwi squad taking down Ganggae and the Ganggae squad isn't high cinema but it's still a lot of fun and helps to fill the quota. The forest scene, on the other hand...

-When we reached the forest scene and the wolf showed up, my mom was like, "...so is this werewolf Hwi" and I was like lols. Yes this is the point where my werewolf fic starts. No there are no werewolves in My Country the New Age (for a while when I was constantly talking about my fic, about a year? ago, she was beginning to believe it was actually a werewolf show).

-I LOVE Hwi just casually striding out of cover, saying, "Could you be less in the way?" and complaining that Bang-won's arrow has damaged the wolf's skin. The AUDACITY of this MAN.

-I'd forgotten a lot of how this first conversation goes, due to the drama that follows it. Bang-won asks Hwi to serve him very quickly--does he mean it? Is it a test? Is it love at first sight? Of course the "assassin" in the trees really is highly suspicious, and it makes sense that Bang-won interrogates Hwi afterwards. But at first there's this banter where it's interesting; Bang-won can't tolerate disrespect (hence telling his man to teach Hwi a lesson) but he also... sort of enjoys it. Enjoys Hwi disrespecting him, finds it, and him, intriguing. It's a balance that really factors into what I love about Bang-won/Hwi, how Hwi is so familiar and Bang-won craves that but also can't really allow anyone to fully treat him as an equal. And Hwi does see everyone as an equal--Tae-ryeong tells him to get on his "lowly knees" and his only response is that knees don't have social status. It's like... Hwi, we get that knees don't have social statuses but you, the owner of those knees, definitely do, and your status is definitely lower than that of a Literal Prince. Why/how are you like this??? Beautiful.

-My mom and I can't decide--did Bang-won really intend to cut Hwi's head off if Seon-ho hadn't interrupted them? On the one hand, Bang-won is willing to kill. On the other hand, Bang-won doesn't kill recklessly--he holds off attacking Bang-seok for years, plays delicate games with his father and the court, and later (tho my mom doesn't know this yet!) spares Seon-ho even when it would be sensible to kill him. On the one hand, Bang-won was already swinging the sword. On the other hand, with that kind of wind-up it would be hard to pull the blow--at the mere sound of a door opening--without so much as scratching the person you were swinging at, pausing exactly at the curve of his neck. Was Bang-won trying to kill Hwi, or just intimidate him? Of course, if Bang-won didn't mean to kill Hwi at that exact moment, he still would have killed him later if Hwi (with Seon-ho's assistance) hadn't convinced him they were on the same side and he could be trusted. But it's a question.

-My mom finishing the episode: So we can't wait another month to continue.

Me: Are you invested in the love triangle?

My mom: No, I don't care about the girl.

Me: No, I meant Seon-ho and Hwi and Bang-won.

My mom: THAT I can get behind.

My OT3 has finally all met and even been in the same courtyard together! Life is good.

[nkogneatho]

ATTACK ON TITAN PDA HEADCANONS. (Part 1)

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▪︎I do not own the characters. Gn!reader.

•Levi Ackerman

Levi may seem like someone who doesn't like romantic stuff but once he sees someone checking you out, he gets jealous. 

You guys are walking in the mall. You stop when you see a mesmerizing red gown. You pull Levi into the store. His attention was all on how your eyes sparkled at a mere piece of silk cloth. A small grin on his face until he felt a set of eyes hooked on your body. The grin faded and turned into a big smirk as Levi came closer to you. You turned unknowingly to find the short yet intimidating man shadowing you. He couldn't resist and pulled you in for a kiss while eyeing devilishly to the store manager who was staring at you. 'Back of ass. They are mine.' , he delivered that look.

•Eren Jaeger

Ohh boy. It doesn't bother Eren to show affection in public, it's just that he never thought it so deeply.

Eren's schedule is so full that you guys barely get to go on dates. You once complained about it and then he just left without saying anything. So you decided to maybe give him some space. Eren at first thought it might turn out to be okay but no. Every second he thought about you. He always lies to himself, maybe that is a good choice sometimes but not always. He cannot deny how much he misses you. After realizing that doesn't matter what he is doing, you are always running on his mind, he called you but you weren't picking up as you were kinda upset with him. The next day, Eren bumped into you on the way to class. He snatched your wrist, throwing you into the the locker kissing you deep. There were people around you but only a few, plus it wasn't about them at this moment. You grinned into the kiss when you noticed that he can't help but miss you because he is never so affectionate. "Don't ignore me again. I'll give you all the dates you want baby", the insecurity of losing you was crystal clear in his voice.

•Erwin Smith

Erwin is the sweetest guy on this planet and the way he treasures you is so adorable. He doesn't show PDA that much but he will hold your hands and kiss you whenever or wherever you need it.

Your result just came out and turned out that you didn't score as much as you expected you will. Well, Levi straightforwardly blamed you. "It's your fault. Who told you to stay up late doing stupid things rather than studying?", no sugar coating words at all, well not that you expect that from him.

You did think Erwin might wonder the same stuffs about you. You didn't open up to him about how lately you were feeling towards your academics. You sat there with your head on the desk, hands crossed, left arm supporting your skull. Although a sad lover won't go unnoticed by him.

He pulled your desk closer to his, stroked your back a few times. You were so used to his hands patting you that you recognized the gesture. A smile appeared on your face, a relieving one maybe. He ruffled your hairs and kissed the top of your head in the classroom. You revealed your face to him deciding maybe it's good to face him now. You smiled at him, he held your hands and placed a kiss on your forehead this time. "It's okay. I know you work hard enough for your capacity love", you are so lucky to have such an understanding lover.

•Armin Arlert

He really wants to show PDA but it's like he is so nervous that maybe you won't be comfortable with it so he doesn't even brings the topic up ever.

It was a chilly night, an almost empty street, although some of the shops were still open. It was quite rare for you both to go out in winters. You'd rather stay in sheets with your lovely boyfriend, binging shows than go out but it's been a long time since you last watched a movie at cinema.

Your body sort of started shivering. A regret for not listening to Armin when he said to wear extra layers ran through you. It's not like you can ask him to hurry up and bother your date when he is enjoying. You continued to shiver or tried so hard not to. This didn't go unnoticed by Armin. He didn't care of any of his thoughts now, just kind of disappointed that you'd rather tremble than tell him what's the matter. He stopped, pulled you in a corner bus stop, took off his upper jacket and wrapped it around you. The unexpected gesture made you smile. He kissed your ears, blowing a cool wind on it that made chills run down your body. "Don't hide anything from me baby. If you want anything, just say it. I will try my best to provide you that", he seemed pretty confident with his words and that's what made you happy.

•Zeke Yeager

He is such an ass but a gentleman. It doesn't even bother what place is, he will show his affection whenever he wants to.

You both were coming back from the ER as you broke your finger bones while pillow fighting with him.

It was late at night, but the crowd was still there as you both lived in a popular area. You saw your favourite ramen stall and insisted him to eat there. He denied at first but then the grumbling sound that his stomach made was enough to give him away.

You were so excited as the original chef was back, so even the tables were pretty much reserved. You luckily got a place, both of you settled across the table. Your excited heart started complimenting the taste or why it is your favorite food, even before the ramen was arrived.  Zeke was laughing, god knows why.

The uncle placed the bowls on the table.

"Ittadakimasu", he said and started digging in.

"Ara y/n-chan, if your hand alright?", you did forget that your fingers were plastered and you can't hold the chopsticks on your own. The smile on your face dropped when Zeke started laughing, practically banging the table. Now you get it why he was behaving like that. After all he makes fun of you a lot.

You stayed mad for a couple of minutes, but then he pitied a soul like you so he sat beside you and fed you with his own hands.

So what if Zeke can be an ass? He still is a loving boyfriend.

[lisinfleur]

Movie Marathon

The request:

Author’s Notes | HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SIS! I had to produce something for you haha I chose to make your request and I hope you like the little gift, but love, the biggest gift I can offer you is the enormous love I have in my heart for you. You’re always safe in my heart and one day, I swear, I’ll go visit you just for a huge hug, a brigadeiro volcano cake and lots of rainbow sprinkles. Love you! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Modern Age AU, requested by and produced as a birthday gift for @honestsycrets Words | 1353 ⁑ Warnings: Explicit content, cursing.

It was the most important day of the year: your birthday.

And he had planned it perfectly in his mind!

Hvitserk knew that parties were not your favorite way to celebrate: although you liked to party with him, your birthday was a day when you liked to enjoy some chilling time.

So, he prepared a surprise for you in his apartment.

He set everything up to pick you up at 6 pm, making it look like he was doing something around a surprise party - something he knew you would hate, but would come just to make him happy.

Said and done: when he came to pick you up, you had that yellow smile on your face just as he hoped to find.

Everything was ready for his plan to be perfect.

"Hey, princess," he smiled from the car, making you feel even more distressed in your heart.

Shit. You wanted so much to relax and not be wearing that dress!

But you smiled, sitting next to him, trying to hold on to his beautiful smile and the happiness in his eyes as a support to move on with that horrible idea.

Hvitserk smirked when you sighed beside him as soon as he started the car, thinking he wouldn't hear the frustration in your voice.

He took you to his apartment, jumping on his heels next to your door before opening it for you to leave the car.

As a good gentleman, of course.

Oh gods, you thought. He was so, so happy!

How could he know you so little?

How could you break that happy smile on his face by telling him that you didn't like surprise parties?

Carry on, carry on, you forced yourself, watching as he opened the building, standing next to you in the elevator with the most anxious expression you have ever seen on Hvitserk's face.

"Close your eyes, love. And don't open until I tell you to!"

Oh damn ...

You were SURE that everything would be decorated with pastel ribbons, and your friends would be there, and his friends, and music, alcohol, and you standing in the middle of...

"Surprise!"

...his empty living room?

Your eyes looked around, stunned.

Hvitserk was unable to contain his laughter.

"You thought it was a party! Haha! You did it!" he laughed louder. "Fuck, love, I wouldn't do that shit to you."

His arms wrapped around your waist as you stared, amazed, at the beautiful home cinema he'd prepared for the two of you.

"I know what my princess likes most," he said, kissing your shoulder and the curve of your neck.

"Oh my gods!" you finally found your voice. "Hvitserk ... This is perfect!"

The room was empty. Not a single soul in his home.

Instead, his sofa was pulled back to make room for a huge and comfortable fluffy rug on the floor, where TONS of pillows and cushions formed the perfect place for you to lie down together.

There was an island of pillows at your fingertips with your favorite goodies. And his TV was pulled up, re-placed to become a shiny screen jumping off the black curtains that he placed behind it on the wall to create the perfect ambiance.

To be honest? Perfection was the right word to define that place.

Hvitserk released you only to turn off the lights and ask you to lie on the rug with him.

Your smiling puppy was so happy that his surprise was a success!

"I thought you might like it," he said, smiling as you laid against his chest.

"I loved it! It's perfect! It couldn't be better!" you answered.

Not realizing when his smile became slightly malicious behind you.

"It can always be better, love... Always," he said, turning on the screen.

And you thought your favorite movies were his way of making that moment even better for both of you.

The last thing you expected was that the films were nothing more than a distraction to take your attention away from the fact that his caresses were getting hotter and hotter.

You didn't notice when his fingers stopped reaching for the treats in the bowl to slide down your body, making you sigh for him, sometimes even letting out little moans for his kisses on the curve of your neck.

When did his hands invade your clothes? The gods know!

But you really didn't care about it anymore: his fingers reached your breasts.

Screw the movie! Your Hvitserk was growling right next to your ear, breathing heavily on your skin.

Sliding through your body like an insidious snake.

Now you could understand why he told you to put on that dress: it was easier for him to reach for HIS favorite treat in the middle of your legs when you were wearing it!

Tsk, tsk, tsk ... Treacherous puppy!

"Oh, fuck it!" there goes your panties.

And your self-control!

But who would be able to keep any of them with Hvitserk and his anxious mouth close by?

In a moment, the two of you were enjoying the movie. Then he was enjoying his favorite dinner, and you were a moaning mess with his tongue.

Your voice mixed with the lines of the film, echoing around the room in moans of pleasure, filling it with a cacophony of sounds that Hvitserk was anticipating when he planned that surprise.

Only then did you notice condoms among the treats in the bowl.

"Naughty puppy!" you exclaimed when Hvitserk stood up from under your skirt, smiling and licking his lips.

"Your goodies ... My goodies," he said, taking one of the condoms between his fingers.

Making your eyes widen.

Those were not ordinary condoms. Those were the "hot marathon" ones!

"Hvitserk!" you called him and he laughed, opening the condom and applying it to his hardness already exposed.

"What?"

"Are you planning to kill me? On my birthday ???" you squeaked, making his laugh even looser.

"Maybe," he said, climbing upon you.

"Babe..." you mumbled between his kisses on your lips. "The last time... It kept you on for three hours!"

"I have the package with three of those in that bowl," he murmured back, biting your earlobe before pushing himself into your channel with a grunt.

"Oh ... my ... fuck ... Oh, damn it!"

Hvitserk laughed at the way his thrusts cut your sentences, preventing you from speaking along with the warm feeling of that condom lubricant.

Hot for you, a little anesthetic for him - that shit helped Hvitserk's control to last longer and gave him the biggest series of your orgasms ever the last time the two of you tested it!

And now he had the package!

With three of them!

"And here comes the first," growled Hvitserk when your voice was lost in pleasure and you came around for the first time.

Punching his chest when he laughed at your tired face.

"Happy birthday, love," he murmured against your mouth, pushing harder just to hit your sweet spots with that instrument of torture!

You wanted to say thank you.

You wanted to say fuck you!

But your voice became a loud moan when he led you to a second orgasm almost effortlessly.

"Fuck," you groaned.

"That's the idea for the night ... Until we break our record, baby. I'm going to drive you crazy tonight!"

He would go.

Definitely!

Thank the gods, your best friend gave you a new cream of aloe vera that morning.

It would definitely be useful at the end of the night!

But you had nothing to complain about.

If you could choose the best way to spend your birthday night it would be exactly like this: hugging Hvitserk's body, feeling nothing but his skin, his lips on yours. You two becoming one.

"I... fucking... love you!" you managed to groan cohesively before he reached the third mark with you.

Laughing, he kissed your lips, touching your forehead with his.

"I love you too ... More than yesterday. Less than I will love you tomorrow. Every day I love you more ... And more ... And more!"

You smiled.

There was no better gift than his love. And it was yours.

Totally yours.

Forever.

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Faceless

My Miraculous Ladybug Big Bang Fanfiction is FINALLY out!

Faceless

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When Ladybug rejects Chat Noir one time too many and a little too harshly, Adrien is left heart-broken and unable to process the umpteenth blow. This leads him to be akumatised to 'Faceless', an akuma whose power is to change people into the face of their true love. Identities get revealed, Marinette confesses her feelings, and Luka... well, Luka ends up wearing a different pair of earrings, for once.

Please, if you read, leave me a comment and let me know what you think! <3

Language betas: Khanofallorcs, Agrestebug, Lady Elaine, Myimaginationflows, Lots_of_free_time

Concept betas: Genxha, Malauu-Ladynoir, Etoile-Lead-Sama, and Rosehealer02

MLBB artists who illustrated this story: Lizzie! and Imogen

Also, big thank yous to Mikauzoran for their help with Japanese!

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by (c) Thomas Astruc, TS1 Bouygues, Disney Channel, Zagtoon, Toei Animation. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Written for the Miraculous Big Bang event.

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Chapter 1 - One too many...

"It’s okay to be sad. You don’t owe anyone a performance of being okay when you feel like you’re falling apart."

Daniell Koepke

"Let someone love you the way you are - as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room."

Mark Hack

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The akuma wasn't a difficult one. They had just broken for lunch after Mlle Bustier's lesson, when a worker at the local cinema had been akumatised because someone left a popcorn disaster under one of the seats. Ladybug and Chat Noir found themselves fighting against a giant popcorn machine that turned people into popcorn, and a sentimonster-hovervac that sucked them up. But the giant popcorn didn’t move very smoothly, so it wasn't very difficult for the heroes to defeat. When they landed atop Montparnasse Tower to debrief before heading back to school, they still had a couple of minutes left on their timer.

That's when Chat Noir bowed in front of Ladybug and skillfully presented her with a single red rose. "Voilà. A beautiful rose for a beautiful Lady."

"Oh, Chaton," said Ladybug as a sad smile curled her lips. She picked the rose in her hand, and looked at it with a sad frown. She tried to hand it back to him, but he wouldn't take it. "You know I can't accept it."

Chat Noir's ears drooped and his smile faded into a pout. His throat clenched over as a sour taste filled his mouth. She had told him that so many times and, from the way that she had treated him recently, there was no way her heart had changed.

He had sighed and cried into his pillow at night as he thought of how useless he had been in the last few fights, how his presence hadn't even been needed, how he was always the last hero to arrive on the battlefield. Like it had happened when they had faced Optigami and he had arrived after the akuma had been destroyed. He had discussed it with Plagg to no end. His little black friend had advised him against it, but he had to give it a shot.

She cupped a hand to his cheek. "We can't, Chat Noir. Papillombre would use it against us." She clenched her fists holding the rose in her hands more firmly. "I do love you; you know that, right? You're my partner and my best friend with the mask. But I can't love you the way you want me to. I told you so many times that you should stop flirting with me, Minou. If you keep doing what you've always done, you will always get what you've always got. Why do you continue to hurt yourself? We can't be together, you should know that by now. Instead, you keep presenting me with roses that I cannot accept!"

He mulled on it for a very long time, his gaze locked into hers. "You're still in love with the other boy?" he eventually asked, after having slouched his shoulders and sighed.

She moved towards the banister and gazed down at the city underneath them, full of movement and life. "It's not that," she admitted. But when Chat Noir's ears perked up again, she paled and her eyes opened wide. She continued quickly, "I still can't accept, Chaton. I don't feel like being in any relationship at the moment."

He gulped.

"What do you mean, LB? Have you grown out of love with your mystery boy?"

She gave him a glassy look full of tears. "It's not that either. It's complicated, Chat Noir." The pout on his face widened as she continued, "My life is very complicated."

He sighed. "I know that being the Guardian you have a lot of responsibilities, but you never talk to me about them. I've told you plenty of times that I'm here for you to share the load if you need me to, but you always push me away. Why, LB? Don't you trust me?"

"It's not that," she blurted out. She eyed him a couple of times, like a prey that has seen a hunter following its track and is trying to avoid getting caught.

"What is it, then? Lately, I always seem to get to the fight last and new holders pop out of nowhere and defeat the akuma before I even get there. When was the last time that my presence was crucial to the outcome of the battle? You say that you don't want to replace me, that I'm irreplaceable, but your actions don't match your words. I feel so...useless." He heard her holding her breath and gave her a sad look before continuing, "I hate being kept in the dark, Buguinette."

"Why does everyone want to know things?" She put her hands to her temples and closed her eyes shut. "My parents wanted to know things. My friends wanted to know things. They put me under such great pressure because they wanted to 'help me'. I was tired of lying to them, Chat Noir. I was lying to my parents, I was lying to my friends; it got to the point that I told them to get out and never come back. I felt that I wasn't allowed to have friends because of my role as a Guardian, that I wasn't allowed to have a life. I felt so alone!"

"But I was there! I wanted to help you!"

"I couldn't accept your help! Don't you understand that? I needed someone who knew me in my civilian life. I needed someone I could rely on without the mask! That's why I told her!" she shouted. But as soon as she did, she noticed Chat Noir widening his eyes and felt all blood draining from her face. Her heart stopped.

"You did...what?" asked the feline.

Ladybug wished the ground would swallow her whole. "Uh, eh…" she stuttered, looking down at her hands and starting to fidget nervously with her fingers, but Chat Noir grabbed her by the shoulders and raised her chin to force her to look at him.

"You did what, Ladybug?"

She looked down. "I told...my best friend."

"WHAT?" He was looking at her with an incredulous gaze, that kind of gaze that knows the truth but doesn't want to believe it. That kind of gaze that begs the other person to disprove the obvious conclusion and let out a new truth. "I thought you told her because you needed to leave the city without a Ladybug."

Ladybug closed her eyes shut; she cupped her empty hand on her face and started crying. "I'm sorry. I know you thought I had revealed myself out of necessity the time Hack-san akumatised Markov again, but I didn't tell you the entire truth." She looked at him briefly and must have seen how all blood had drained from his face and how wide his eyes had gone because she closed her eyes shut again as heavy sobs shook her frame.

"I was overwhelmed! So lonely...really needed a friend. Everybody wanted the truth from me. My parents, my friends, my best friend, the boy I was going out with...everyone! I had lost everything. I was lying to everyone. Me, the person who hates liars, was being the worst liar in history. I felt I wasn't going to get out of it, that I couldn't have friends, I couldn't have a relationship, I couldn't have a life while I was Ladybug!"

She cried some more into her hand. "I had to give up on pursuing the boy I love. I had started a relationship with another boy, who told me he loved me, to try and forget the boy I love, but I had to give up on him too, because he wanted the truth! And the truth was the very thing I couldn't give him. I was heartbroken, I didn't know what to do!" She glared at him, completely missing the pallor of his face and the shock in his eyes. "I couldn't talk to you about it because we're supposed to keep our identities a secret from each other. My best friend was the only person I could rely on!"

"You started a relationship with another boy? Only because he told you that he loved you?" He pursed his lips when she nodded and lowered his gaze. "I see. It's okay, you don't have to love me, I would never force you into anything. But it does hurt to find out how many things you aren’t telling me. You don't trust me at all."

"I do trust you! I trust you with my life, every day, at every battle."

He glared at her and he could clearly see how she paled under his gaze. "Then act like it!" He saw her paling further. "I'm tired," he added. "I'm tired of being lied to."

"What do you mean? I've never really lied to you, I've only hidden...things...from you!" Her brows furrowed, her gaze locked into his. He had gotten her attention, for all it was worth.

"I know about Rena and Carapace."

She gasped. "Y-you know what about them?"

"I know who they are. And I know that they know each other's identities. They're a couple. And you allowed them to know. You gave them their Miraculous at the same time." He couldn't avoid spitting the words out as if they were poisonous. He looked at her shocked expression and sighed. "Plagg told me it would be useless to talk to you about it. Forget it, it doesn't matter."

"Y-you know who they are?" she whispered, her eyes still open wide.

He nodded. "Yes."

"And you know I gave them their Miraculous at the same time," she muttered to herself. Her gaze became distant, as if she was trying to remember something very hard. "I don't think there was anybody in that room when I gave them their Miraculous, so it means one of them told you."

He nodded again. "Yes."

She pouted. "I will need to have a word with Nino," she muttered under her breath. "But, Chaton, you don't know the entire situation. Did he tell you when that happened?"

"No, he just said that you gave them their Miraculous at the same time," admitted Chat Noir, still sounding quite harsh.

"It was an accident. I didn't have the time to get to them separately and had to make a choice." She noticed that his gaze was still harsh and his hands were still clenched into fists. "They're only temporary holders, Chat Noir. And they don't hold a Miraculous as important as mine; or yours."

"It's still a Miraculous, though," he said. "And Papillombre knows their identity. It would be easy for him to use them to get at me, or at you. Why can they know each other's identities and we can't?"

She cupped a hand on his cheek. "Papillombre could hold it against u—"

"BULLSHIT!" He pushed her hand away. The hurt in her face when he looked back at her was so evident it pained him. "It's not that. Or at least, it's not ONLY that. I can sense it, Ladybug. There's something else you're not telling me. I can see it in your eyes. In the frown that you give me every time we talk about it." She furrowed her brows and he pointed at her face. "There, that frown. You don't trust me. For some reason I can't understand, you're pushing me away. You're keeping me as far as you can from you."

Tears streamed from her bluebell eyes. "You don't understand," she said as she clenched her fists to the sides of her head and closed her eyes shut. "You can't understand!"

He grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to look him in the eye. "THEN MAKE ME! I want to understand, Buguinette. But I can't understand unless you give me the whole picture. Instead, the more I try, the more you push me away."

She started crying. "I can't." Her eyes were full of tears and she finally managed to get out of his hold and look down.

He also looked down, slouching his shoulders. "And there I was, hoping that, at least today, things would be different. Of all times, I had to find out today how much our partnership is a farce—"

"—What about today?" she interrupted him. Her hand left his cheek and moved to her chin, starting to rub it thoughtfully.

"You don't remember? It's been a year. A year since Stone Heart. That's why I wanted to give you the rose."

He saw the gleam of comprehension that passed through her bluebell eyes and smiled sadly. She looked at him with a gaze so full of emotion that he felt a big lump in his throat and had to gulp.

"A year since…you turned my world upside down."

"I'm sorry. Everyone has to come to terms eventually to the fact that their dreams are too… impossible."

She looked away and as she did that, her gaze fell on the nearest billboard to their rooftop, obviously featuring Adrien's beautiful face.

She sighed. "I had to give up on my dreams, too, as I told you." Her eyes started burning, as tears popped out of the corners of her mask. "I still love that boy, Chaton. More than words can say." It took her all her strength to tear her gaze from the billboard and look at Chat Noir again. "That's why I can't be with you. You and I will never be together that way."

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, like the one he had given her a long time ago, when she rejected him the first time, and gave him back his rose.

"I'm really sorry, Chat Noir." Her voice cracked and she sniffed loudly. He turned around, feeling as if the whole world was falling and the ground was unsteady under his feet. He couldn't look at her anymore.

She tried to put a hand on his shoulder, but he pushed it away and didn't turn around again. So, eventually, she twirled her yoyo and disappeared in the distance.

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Plagg didn't even go to get his cheese when Adrien released his transformation. He just stared at his chosen with the saddest look in his electric green eyes. He was uncharacteristically quiet, but it was clear from the position of his ears flat on his head, and the way his tail flapped left and right that he was extremely upset. Adrien fumbled with his hand into the pocket of his shirt, taking out the slice of Camembert he knew his little friend needed to recharge. Plagg took it from his hand, but didn't start eating it. Again, uncharacteristic of him.

They were in the school boiler room—Adrien had detransformed and just ducked into it when he saw Chloé walking his way. He wasn't in the right frame of mind to face the blonde. He wasn't in the right frame of mind to face anyone. He walked the corridor aimlessly and ended up in the very place he and Marinette had consoled Juleka a few weeks back, sitting down in the exact same way, his back resting against the wall, his face buried in his knees. At least he knew that nobody would find him there. When it had happened to Juleka, he and Marinette had found her by mere accident.

"Gamin," Plagg attempted to say. Adrien's face didn't appear from behind his knees, not a sound came out of his mouth. Plagg pouted and moved his slice of cheese in just one paw, to use the other one to pat Adrien gently on his hair. "I'm sorry."

At that, Adrien's face jerked up, his green eyes full of tears, but opened wide as he shot an incredulous look to Plagg. His eyes widened even more when he noticed that the kwami hadn't still touched his cheese.

"Eat your Camembert, Plagg." He sniffed. "God forbid that Papillombre decides to send yet another akuma and we're not prepared."

But Plagg didn't touch his food and just stared.

"I said: eat your Camembert," said Adrien a little louder. Plagg started munching not very enthusiastically at the cheese in his paws, following each and every tear that fell down Adrien's cheeks with his electric green gaze, for once, void of any mockery. Adrien picked up the single rose that he'd tried to give Ladybug a few minutes ago and glared at it. He scrutinised every single corner and every single petal and then clenched the stem into his shaking fist.

"There were thorns on that stem," stated Plagg matter of factly. "I'm the God of Destruction, but you're not, Adrien. You should look after yourself."

He threw the rose angrily against the wall and looked at the palm of his hand, now bleeding from a couple of places where a thorn had cut the skin. "Why? Nobody would care," he muttered under his breath.

Plagg threw the slice of cheese in the air and ate it by catching it with his mouth and only chewing a couple of times. "I would, and you know it."

"Nah," said Adrien, closing his eyes and waving his hand dismissively. "You only want your cheese. There will be another Chat Noir who will give you Camembert."

Plagg flew to his nose and locked gaze with him. "I hate repeating myself, Adrien. I told you once already. Yes, there will be another Chat Noir that will buy me cheese. But he won't be you." When Adrien stared back blankly at him and just sighed, Plagg's ears went flat on his head, his tail flapping back and forth. "Maybe the Bug doesn't need you, but I do."

"Thank you, buddy." This time Adrien's hand reached for his little friend's head and gave him a quick, affectionate pat and a rub behind his ears. But there was no cheerfulness, no joy in his gesture. He smiled his fake model smile.

Although Plagg enjoyed the contact, he was painfully aware that his words hadn't really hit the target. "But I'm not enough, right?" he asked as Adrien sighed and hid again his face behind his knees. "We could run away from your home, run away from Ladybug and open that cheese shop I was telling you about the other day. Wouldn't it be great to live 24/7 surrounded by the smell of gorgeous gooeyness?" As he said that, his voice raised, his little body floated up in the air, with his paws up and his eyes lost in his imagination. That earned him a sad chuckle.

"Yeah. I already told you that it wouldn't work. You'd eat all the cheese and we'd be left with nothing to sell." Adrien sighed. "Thanks for trying to cheer me up, buddy. I just… can't." His face returned to hide behind his knees as he fell silent and after a couple of minutes, his frame was shaken by deep sobs. "Not even a second choice. That's how much she values me. Not even a second choice!" He sobbed some more against his knees. "She told someone else that she's Ladybug, but she won't tell me who she is."

Plagg's ears went flat again. He floated to Adrien's head and used his paws to gently pat his hair while the soothing ronron of his purr filled the silence of the room. "I'll keep watch for butterflies," muttered Plagg. "You're going to get akumatised at this rate."

"I don't care!" screamed Adrien's voice coming from behind his knees. He didn't even bother to look at Plagg and just kept sobbing.

To be continued...

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Author’s Note:

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Hello everyone and Happy New Year! I can't believe that I can finally present to you this story that I have been writing for the last 6 months for the Big Bang event. It's been hard, it's been lonely (sadly I couldn't even show snippets or anything else!), and it's been scary, especially when Ephemeral came out and I thought for a second that I would need to pick this story up and dump it in the bin. But luckily, for some miracle, it didn't happen. went close to it, and I had to adjust a few things in order to make it fit with Ephemeral, but I want to point out that I wrote the whole part up to Adrien's akumatisation before watching the episode, because I wanted to keep it mine, without interference from Canon. Luckily I managed to achieve my aim.

So here it is. 12 chapters of angst, pain, self discovery, and, especially for Marinette, learning to love Adrien for real…well I can't say no more, or I'll spoil it for you all. It's been very interesting to write it and I've loved the concept and the idea behind it so much!

Just one note, that you may have seen in the tags already: there are hints in this story about the possibility that Adrien may be a sentimonster. They're nothing more than what we have seen in canon. I've left it very vague right because we're not sure yet, so I don't want to lean towards yes or no myself, since canon isn't in any way clear. But I had to do something because a scene wouldn't have worked otherwise. I'm saying it to warn you, in case you're completely against the idea. I know the feeling. I too, as people who follow me here on Tumblr know very well, am not convinced at all. I had to work hard to actually accept the possibility and process it myself, because I was very rigidly against the theory to start with. But Ephemeral and Gabriel Agreste broke me and I had to add the hint in case it was true.

Also, I nearly forgot, if you're not a member yet, please join our discord server, @miraculousfanworks

[spidersbane]

Hello! Can I get MCU, The Hobbit, and The Man From U.N.C.L.E. ship? 💚

Appearance: She/her. 179,5cm tall, rectangle body shape. Fair skin complexion with quite a few birthmarks. Dyed brown with honey-red highlights, shoulder-length, straight hair with bangs. The left eye is a mix of two colors – a smaller portion of (darker) greyish-blue and a larger portion of hazel; while the right eye is just a (lighter) greyish-blue. Heptagon face shape with two dimples on the left cheek and one on the right cheek (only visible while smiling). A gap between the upper front teeth.

Personality (good and bad traits): Ever since I was a kid, I was always quite mature for my age – I identify myself as an old soul. I come off as polite and well-mannered to strangers, yet I tend to keep it to myself by being reserved. But, that’s because I have social anxiety and I’m nervous and shy when meeting/talking to people. The only people I’m comfortable with being with my inner circle – closest friends and family. I am usually more “open” with my friends than with my family. With my friends I can be my “truest-self” – I smile more, I laugh more, I feel more accepted and understood. I am the mom and the fashionista of the group. Don’t get me wrong, I am fiercely protective of my family, especially of my mother and younger sister. But, lately, I’ve been feeling like the “black sheep” of the family, Cinderella who’s been taken advantage of. I express my affection for the people I care about in little, but practical, ways. I can be a little stiff when it comes to open, gushy displays of affection. Others turn to me for help and advice. I’m kind-hearted and generous, always ready to help a person in need. Always have been motherly towards children. Very awkward at keeping small talk (usually with people that I’m not that close with). Absolutely, hate speaking in front of a public, and if I do, because of my nervousness, I tend to mess up my words and/or I practice whatever I’m about to say in my head at first. I appreciate the simplicity and am often most comfortable when I’m not getting too much attention from the world. I am sensitive – both to criticism and to others’ feelings (I sponge up the feelings and moods of people and the environment around me). Have a hard time saying no or expressing my true thoughts, feelings. I get influenced by other people’s opinions/thoughts quite hard (I take everything to the heart), that is why I tend to keep a lot to myself (may come off as a little bit tense, secretive, mysterious). I avoid the harsh reality by daydreaming (almost every day) – imagining myself in situations far from my current circumstances. Sort of like a self-escape. I worry a lot and overthink almost everything. I am easily distracted and my attention span can be quite short. I have an internal struggle between my needs and wants. I can lack focus and be indecisive as a result – when I decide on one route, I am pulled in another direction at the same time (“But what if…”, “on the other hand...”). That is why I’m having a bit of a struggle with deciding what I want to do in the future (career-wise). I am easily overwhelmed by pressure and stress. There is a self-destructive side to me (self-critical, lack of self-confidence) that I’m working on by confronting my fears (coming out of my shell). Don’t like taking pictures, or other people taking pictures of me. I feel most content when I’ve straightened out all the details of everyday life. I have a routine, that I follow by mostly every day, and if something small changes in that routine, I start to have a small internal anxiety attack. Also, I like to do things my own way, like, when it comes to cleaning the house or organizing stuff, etc. I get triggered even if people don’t do the laundry the way I do. I guess you could describe me as a perfectionist, clean/control freak. In triggering situations I can be impulsive, spontaneous, quick to act. Quick flare-ups of anger/annoyance when being provoked on my patience. Even when I’m feeling low, I manage to find humor in life and have fun with whatever I do have. Although I tend to bottle things up, I am an emotional person and my emotions are genuine – I love and care deeply and passionately and wish no ill will upon anyone, yet it hards for me to imagine someone falling in love with me or just liking me.

Hobbies, likes: My hobbies are cleaning, writing (re-writing song lyrics, making small notes, writing stories), listening to any type of music, catching up on my favorite films and TV shows, hanging out with friends, going to the cinema, or the club, being out in nature, reading, traveling. I like history, cooking, fashion magazines (or fashion in general), road trips, spirituality, mythology, books, orange juice, previous decades, cottage-core, dark academia.

Overall: Hufflepuff. INFP-T. Bi-sexual. Pisces-Aries cusp sign. “Looks like could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll.” A feminist, support LGBTQ+ community. That’s it, thank you!

hey @pataim ! thanks so much for sending in your request, and thank you so much for your honesty about yourself. like it takes a lot to air yourself out like that, and I admire your strength for it. but also fINALLY a 'Man from U.N.C.L.E' ship! I love that movie and attempt Illya's accent all the time, so this will be fun :)

For the MCU/Marvel - I ship you with Steve Rogers/Captain America ! 

no one can tell me that Steve doesn’t have a set routine honestly, so let me just get that out there 

he seems intimidating at first, esp as a public figure and Avenger, but Steve is nothing but passionate about what he does. so it may clash w your lack of direction, but I could honestly see him envying that a lil bit, like it’s not that you don’t have direction, it’s the fact that you still have a choice in the matter. 

your love of history put you in a museum, here you bumped into Steve in a horrible disguise. he struck up the conversation first, and once you got past the whole “holy crap that’s Captain America”, you could actually engage with him in the material and boi was he smitten 

he would love to join you when your rewatched your fave things, bc not only is he catching up on more media he missed out on, he’s also getting to know your interests in a way that’s comfortable with you. it avoids all the small talk, but leaves room for discussion after the film/show ! 

since you tend to sponge up a lot of what other people believe, it’s totally Steve who actually tries to question what you think and what you feel about things. he’s someone who encourages you to have your own opinions and to stay true to those thoughts. so while with him, you can rely on him to learn about yourself, you also gain skills for independence

overall, Steve is super patient, and despite his chaotic job as Cap, he takes comfort in his routine, and would find comfort incorporating a partner’s routine into his life. and as you grow in a relationship with him, he’s patient about teaching you how to be your own person, and helping you learn more about yourself. and while it’s uncomfortable, you grow stronger throughout being with him :) 

For The Hobbit - I ship you with Bilbo Baggins !

Bilbo is the definition of introvert, and you're right there with him

not that introversion is ever a bad thing, bc it isn't. but Bilbo is quite content to sit in his little hobbit hole and vibe. like Gandalf had to come find him, ya know. dude disappeared from his own bday.

but anyways. it's not that Bilbo lacks purpose, it's just that he's more content with a quieter life. and it seems like his quiet life would balance you out well! like the Shire is so so chill, and there doesn't really seem to be a lot of pressure on the hobbits to pick a profession. like they just genuinely do what needs to get done.

similarly, Bilbo is the type who seems a little bothered by mushy displays of affection. exhibit a: disappearing from his own bday. like he's much more the type to refill your tea when y'all are reading by the fireplace, which he would totally do w you

it will probs take you a little while to warm up to each, given just how introverted you both are. but when he explains that he has set ways of doing things, then if they're compatible w your ways of doing things, then it doesn't take you long to open up to him

like it'll be a little jarring, but he takes comfort in his routines too. and it'll be an event trying to incorporate both of your ways of life together, but he's willing to do it

overall, yours is a very quaint partnership, built on deep respect for one another. neither of you are going to push the other to do things you aren't into. and y'all just live your best lives together tbh :)

For The Man From U.N.C.L.E - I ship you with Illya Kuryakin !

I love my big Russian spy so much, so this is fun for me

so Illya is the epitome of reserved and generally quiet, so it might take a while to really break down his walls and talk to him. and he's not quite sure what to do with you once you join the team

but, he's playing his game of chess alone, and when you sit down and ask to play with him, he opens up a little more after that

if you're one who get sent out on mission with the team, get ready, bc sometimes those missions require a lot of improvising. but you'd probably be at whatever 'base' was, helping run operations from a more secure place. but Illya and Napoleon improvise a lot, leading to a lot of headaches for you and Waverly

Illya has small bursts of anger, but similar to Gaby, most times, you can intervene and he doesn't get violent. or when he does, he tries to make sure it isn't in front of you. but bc you care so deeply for him, you're there for him in the aftermath. and that's how you show your love for him.

by patching him up if he gets cut, by talking him down when he's angry. and just generally trying to take care of him. and he totally does the same for you, especially if you get sent out into the field

and much to Illya's dismay, Solo doesn't refrain form making jokes about you. but if you can take them in stride, then Solo welcomes you into the team just as well :)

[mythgirlimagines]

ANON-CORRECT QUOTES

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(Context: After his fellow Brain Cells confiscated his scouter, Nerd has decided on a new way to settle leadership disputes with: thumb wrestling...)

Myth/Nerd: (with their thumbs locked together)

Nerd: (with his aggressive game face on) Here we GO! READY?!

Myth: (softly blows into Nerd's ear, causing him to let his guard down)

Myth: (instantly pinning Nerd's thumb down, really fast) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10! I WIN!

Nerd: (snapping out of his euphoric daze, angrily) YOU CHEATED! YOU CHEATED!

Source: Love Live! Superstar!

Video Source: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvH1435wt0g)

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Wet Sock/Egg: (sharing another one of their cursed concepts)

Purple: (appalled) Have neither of your progenitors illuminated you on the concept of "tact"?

Egg: (only understanding the "tact" part) Tact is just not saying true stuff! 

Egg: (patting their twin's shoulder) We'll pass!

Source: Buffy The Vampire Slayer

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(In Scar's infirmary....)

Eldritch: (panicking, to Scar) S-S-S-So, the symp-symptoms are a-a weird empty f-f-feeling in my stomach, the f-feeling of light-headedness, and unusual amounts of s-saliva in my m-mouth, whenever I think of f-f-food! I ch-checked on the internet, and a-a-a-apparently it m-might be s-s-something called the G-VIRUS, wh-which can o-o-only be cured by c-c-cutting off the in-inf-infected part of or the r-removal of the b-br-BRAIN!

Scar: (writing down something) Hmm...I'm gonna prescribe two weeks off, and a couple of heavy sedatives a day, for six weeks.

Eldritch: (happy at finding a cure) T-Thank you!

Scar: (deadpan) No, that's for me. What you just described is called being hungry. Now, for the last time, please get out of my office so I can curl under my desk, and reevaluate my career choices...

Source: The Amazing World of Gumball

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Dream: (smirking to the camera) I taught the Jr. Ultimates this, and I regret NOTHING!

Dream: (to Curious) Alright! Alright! You go!

Curious: (awkwardly doing the dance moves, while singing) Baki baki ni ore! Nani wo? Kokoro da yo!

Dream: (suffering from a cuteness overload, while screaming in pure bliss)

(Meanwhile, at Wolf's house...)

Iris: (happily dancing and singing) Baki baki ni ore! 

Iris: (leaning to a confused Wolf) Nani wo?

Dream: (looking extremely proud of herself)

Source: Haikyuu Animatic

Video Source: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6llyIZDtCq4)

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(In the library...)

Wyre: (barging into the library) Yo, Two! You're the Ultimate Speedreader, right! What kinda books you read?

Fusion II: (shrugging) Eh. I have no particular favorites. I just read whatever catches my eye.

Wyre: (already getting a conversation idea) Okay! So, what have you picked up recently?

Fusion II: (slightly embarrassed, but showing the cover anyway) ...An encyclopedia of Paleozoic organisms.

Wyre: (shocked, eyes lighting up with glee) Oh! I've read that, too! Opabinia are so CUTE!

Fusion II: (slightly taken aback, but isn't all that surprised, internally) ...I never thought I would be discussing such material with anyone, much less you...

Source: BanG Dream! Girl's Band Party!

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(Context: The Kibo-Con attendees decided to go to the cinema together....)

Fusion: (pointing to a magical girl movie, to the Baby Squad) How about we watch this?

Janon: (ushering the Jr. Ultimates out, already choosing a murder-mystery horror) No, that's for babies.

Fusion: (turning to everyone else) Okay, how about everyone else?

Sparkle: (loudly cheering above the rest, with everyone else yelling in agreement)

(2 HOURS LATER...)

Everyone Else: (leaving the magical girl movie in tears)

The Baby Squad/The Twins: (leaving the murder-mystery horror staring at everyone else like they're crazy)

Source: Vine

Video Source: (https://vine.co/v/i1DguKxnhWU/)

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(How conversations between the Fancy One/Mastermind and their Assistant/Traitor tend to go...)

The Traitor: (frustrated with the MM's random despair-causing plans) NO! MORE! COCKAMAMIE PLOYS!

The Mastermind: (taken aback at this act of rebellion) "Cockamamie ploy"?! That was clearly a "maniacal scheme"! How long have you worked for me?!~★

The Traitor: (angrily) I don't WORK for you! I'm the one who keeps you from ruining this outfit with your BRAINLESS PLOTS!

Mastermind: .....Schemes....!~★

Source: Ducktales (2017)

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I hope you like these quotes! I'd love to hear what you think of them! In the meantime, tune in for more content by yours truly!

-Fusion Anon

[sinninginpurple2-0]

Rite of Passage - Chapter 10

This was completely and utterly inspired by an ask sent to @clairelutra and her response to said ask. All credit for the basic idea goes to her.

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AO3 <<Chapter 1  <Chapter 9   Chapter 10   Chapter 11> 

Confessions

“You’re staring at me, aren’t you?” Marinette asked, eyes still closed as she regained her senses completely.

Adrien grinned mischievously and moved to lie down next to her again, propping his head up on his arm as he did so. “How could I not stare at you when you look the way you do?” he asked, snickering a little when she opened one eye to peek at him, “Half naked and sweaty and delicious? Good, was it?”

“Oh God, you’re about to be unbearable right now, aren’t you?” she asked with a sigh, “You look so pleased with yourself. Like the cat who got the cream.”

Well…That pun was enough to uncomfortably stoke his imagination. His eyes trailed down her partially naked body to the juncture of her legs, slick with her own moisture. He licked his lips.

Noticing his gaze, Marinette rolled over onto her side to face him, propping herself up in the same way as him. He turned back to face her as she tilted her head and furrowed her eyebrows inquisitively.

“What?” she asked, “What is it?”

He gulped. Did he really want to tell her this? It was sort of embarrassing, but they had never lied to one another before – not except to protect their identities – and he didn’t want to start now over something as stupid as sex. He took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. Then he spoke as honestly as he could, in spite of the way his shoulders crawled upwards to try and hide his flaming ears.

“I want to go down on you. Like, I really want to. You have no idea how hard I am thinking about it.”

He watched as Marinette’s eyes widened before she averted her gaze in embarrassment. There was no noticeable blush this time, but her skin was already a permanent rosy colour, so perhaps she had simply reached her capacity.

“Really?” she asked, her nose wrinkling a little as she glanced back at him, “‘Cause I’m not too crazy about doing the same for you.” She suddenly looked horrified for a moment as the words her mouth had spoken without her brain’s input reached her ears. “Not that I wouldn’t!” she squeaked, desperate to reassure him, “You’d like it and I’ve never done it before, so who knows how I’d feel after trying it? But I can’t help thinking it’s a bit icky and-”

He leaned forward quickly without warning and kissed her deeply, quieting her ramble before it picked up too much speed. “You don’t have to,” he told her, “I mean, I’d like you to, but there’s no pressure. Maybe we could try that later? Or another time?”

Shit, he thought, biting his lip, eyebrows pulling together in sudden uncertainty.

“That is…if you wanted to do this again sometime?”

Marinette stared at him for a moment and Adrien began to worry that he had ruined everything. Why could he never be satisfied with what he was offered? Here he had been given this wonderful opportunity. The chance to show his Lady his love for her without the need for words. To let his adoration bleed through his physical touches and sensual kisses. Every neuron firing, carrying the message to his nervous system to paint his feelings across her skin and pray his worship was absorbed into her very being. And he might have killed that opportunity by daring to ask for more.

Marinette didn’t seem to be as oblivious to his inner turmoil as he had once been to her feelings for him, her hand reaching up to stroke through his bangs hanging down towards her before resting on his cheek tenderly. She caressed his skin with her thumb gently, a concerned look appearing in her expression. “You’re worried this is a one-time thing,” she said.

He dropped his eyes from her face to her collarbone, chewing his lip more harshly as an outlet for his dejection. He started when her thumb suddenly teased free the abused tissue from his teeth, glancing back up to her face to see the softest smile looking back at him.

“Adrien,” she started, “Chat. After today, I would be ecstatic to do this again. Maybe we could also…” her eyes darted away for a moment before returning to his face. He watched as she took a deep breath, a look of determination taking over her face as she continued. “Maybe we could get dinner? Then go to the cinema or something?”

Adrien’s self-imposed misery swiftly slipped away from him. Like ink floating through the liquid sweetness of her words, he felt it swept away by the current of her equal desire for more. Overcome by exhilaration, he pressed his lips to her own with alarming pressure, desperately trying to push all of his joy and devotion into the kiss. She responded with equal intensity as soon as her surprise at the sudden action wore off.

“I would love to go on a date with you. On one condition.”

“What?”

“We go on lots of them. And you let me pay. And I get to spoil you with lots of gifts and we cuddle in front of the TV sometimes instead of going out.”

“That’s more than one condition.”

“So, sue me, Maribug. Will you be my girlfriend?”

She smiled in a way that warmed his heart so thoroughly, he was sure he would never be cold again. In fact, he was sure to radiate that warmth now so that all places he travelled to would remain safe from inclement weather.

“Of course, I will, Chaton,” she replied, her hand cupping his cheek as she leaned forward to drop another chaste kiss to his lips. Her hand slid down his face to his shoulder, continuing to his chest where she applied the faintest pressure, nothing more than a hint of what she wanted from him.

He obliged by rolling back to lie against the mattress as she continued to smother his lips with unconcealed affection.

She pulled back slightly, and his eyes opened -still half lidded- to see the only girl he’d ever felt this strongly for, his Lady, his Marinette, hovering above him. She was watching his face closely and a strong wave of emotion was evident between them.

“I love you,” she said in a thick voice, “I love you so much.”

She loved him? He knew from what she’d already admitted to that she liked him, was definitely attracted to him and had been so for quite a long time if the way she talked was anything to go by. But for her to be in love with him? It was something he hadn’t yet considered.

His eyes felt hot and he pulled her down to him and buried his head in her shoulder to hide his face until he could control his urge to cry. “My Lady,” he sobbed, “I love you too. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Kitty, are you alright?” she asked, the concern in her voice evident as well as the soothing hand rubbing at his scalp.

“Yeah,” he sniffed, “I just…I’ve waited for you to say that for so long and part of me thought it might never happen so I’m…I’m-”

“Shh. It’s okay. I’ve got you,” she told him tenderly, shifting slightly to hold him more comfortably.

As emotional as he was, the crinkling noise caused by her movement evoked the curious cat in him and he experimentally brushed his own chest against hers a little to confirm. Yup, there was that strange plastic sound again. He pulled back from her shoulder to glance down at the origin of the noise and spotted it at once.

There, tucked tightly inside the small pocket on the front of her pyjama top was a square plastic packet. He recognised what it was at once and the beginning of a small smirk appeared on his face.

“Was this all an excuse to look down my top?” Marinette asked with a giggle, incorrectly guessing at the direction of his stare.

He looked back up at her for a moment before the grin intensified. “It wasn’t, but since you mention it, it’d be rude not to.”

She sat up before he could glance down again, and he laughed at her feigned disapproval despite himself.

“You know,” she started, drawing his attention with the way her arms crossed over each other to grab hold of the hem of her top, “if you wanted a look, you only had to ask.”

She pulled the garment over her head with a minor flourish before she attempted to throw it to the side of the bed with the growing pile of clothes they’d shed already. She would have been successful if Adrien hadn’t shot out his arm to grab the soft fabric before it could get out of his easy reach.

“Nice,” he said, turning back and really it was nice. Marinette had forgone her bra as well as her underwear when she had changed, so now she sat completely bare before him. Aside from the obvious exhilaration of finally getting an eyeful of her boobs, Adrien found he was completely awed at every inch of skin revealed to him. Hers was almost flawless and he was sure that most models he’d worked with in the past would kill for skin as soft and beautiful as hers.

He reached out for the only visible line he could see, a thin white scar -obviously a very old, healed one. It was offset from her right breast ever so slightly and led out towards her breastbone and he traced it in reverse with his thumb, stopping just short of his destination in order to glance up at her face for approval. She looked nervous again which confused him for a moment until she spoke.

“I fell off my bike as a kid and there was a stone in the road which cut me,” she explained, though he hadn’t asked, “I know it’s kind of ugly, but-”

“It’s not,” he told her, “There isn’t a single part of you that’s ugly and you don’t have to hide it from me. You know that right?”

When she didn’t respond he pushed himself up to place a kiss to the edge of her scar, delighting in the gasp she made at the contact. Again, he glanced up at her face.

“More?”

“More.”

He acquiesced, gently running his tongue along the fine line by feel alone and continuing further along her breast until he reached her nipple. He closed his mouth over it and sucked, encouraged by her breathy sighs. His other hand came up to reach for the other breast dropping the top he had still been holding to the bed beside him as he did.

He spent some time moving between breasts, experimenting as he was unsure what else to do due to his inexperience. He left trails of kisses, sucked and licked. He tried a light nip to her nipple at one point and immediately worked out never to do that again, as Marinette gave a hiss of discomfort and pulled away a little. He eventually fell into a rhythm of using the tip of his tongue to leave little secret messages across her, tattooing his feelings for her into her skin with words of affection.

She giggled after a while and he pulled back to look at her for clarification.

“Are you doing the alphabet trick?” she asked with a grin, “I thought that was for other places?”

“What? I-I wasn’t-I was just-” he began to splutter nonsensically, and she gave a snicker at his embarrassment, “I was writing that I love you, if you must know.”

“Aww, Kitty. That’s so sweet.”

The barely restrained laughter made it hard to believe her.

Adrien decided that if his Lady was enjoying teasing him, then maybe it was time for a little payback. Leaning in to touch his forehead against hers, he reached out with one hand to fish the little packet from the pocket on her top whilst the other one reached to cup her between the legs distractingly.

“I could always write those little love notes somewhere else for you, if you wanted,” he purred, enjoying immensely the immediate effect he had on her as she whimpered in response.

His other hand successfully extracted its prize and he brought it up to their faces to present between two fingers for her examination.

“Though I also kind of want to know where you got this condom from.”

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How Final Destination Went From Real-Life Premonition to Horror Phenomenon

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The year 2000 was a scary one for horror films and not always in a good way.  

While American Psycho and The Cell offered up visually striking nihilistic thrills to genre fans, the majority of horror movies released at the dawn of the new millennium were at best forgettable and, at worst, lamentable – yes, we’re looking at you, Leprechaun in the Hood.  

This was the year of duff sequels like Book of Shadows: Blair Witch 2, Urban Legends: Final Cut and, though it is painful to admit, Scream 3. Horror fans were screaming out for something different, something exciting. They found it with Final Destination.  

Discarding the stalk-and-slash thrills that had enjoyed a revival in the years following the release of Scream, Final Destination centered on a group of high schoolers who end up avoiding a fatal plane crash thanks to a premonition, only to discover there is no escaping death’s plan as one by one they are offed in a variety of brilliantly inventive “accidents”.  

Released in March of that year, Final Destination was a sleeper hit with word-of-mouth helping the film to clean up at the box office, earning $112 million off a $23 million budget with more than half of that coming internationally.  

To date, it has spawned four sequels as well as a variety of novelisations and comic book spin-offs while a franchise reboot is also on the horizon.  

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Jeffrey Reddick has worked on several films during his career to date but he’s probably best known as the creator of Final Destination. It’s something he has come to terms with.  

“It’s probably going to end up on my gravestone, it’s such an ironic title,” he tells Den of Geek.  

“Sometimes I’ll be out and I will hear someone say ‘you just had a Final Destination moment’ and it will make me smile. The whole thing just took on a life of its own.”  

Nightmarish Origins  

A screenwriter and director, Reddick recalls how his neighbors in rural Jackson, Kentucky, would laugh when his six-year-old self would tell them about his plans to work in the movie business.   

An avid writer and reader of Greek and Roman mythology, he recalls spending his formative years watching horror movies with his friends. His mother was only too happy to indulge his burgeoning interest too, knowing it kept him out of trouble elsewhere.  

Reddick’s life began to change after he saw A Nightmare on Elm Street.   

“That film cemented my love of horror. I was this 14-year-old hillbilly from Kentucky but I decided I was going to write a prequel. I went home, banged it out on my typewriter and sent it to Bob Shaye.”  

The legendary head of New Line Cinema initially dismissed Reddick’s draft out of hand, returning it with a note explaining the studio did not “accept unsolicited material.”  

Undaunted, Reddick sent the script back with a note telling him “Look mister, I spent three dollars on your movie and I think you could take five minutes on my story.”  

Shaye was impressed and struck up a bond with the youngster that saw him sending everything from scripts to posters to Reddick during his teenage years.  

When Reddick moved to New York to study acting, age 19, he was offered an internship with New Line, which would become a full-time role despite acting being his “main passion.”  

“Diversity in casting was not a thing at that time,” he recalls.  

“My agent was like ‘I don’t know what to do with you as an actor. We can’t put you up for gangsters or pimps and you don’t rap and you don’t play basketball.”  

“So  I figured, screw it, I will just write stuff and put myself in it.”  

Reddick was present at New Line during their company’s early 90s creative heyday and credits the experience with helping him get Final Destination off the ground.  

“I learned a lot about how to get a movie made. I knew that to make a movie that connected with an audience you had to tap into something that was universal. Death is the ultimate fear.”  

As luck would have it, the idea actually came to Reddick while on a flight back to Kentucky.  

“I read about a woman who was on vacation and her mother told her not to take the flight she was planning to take home as she had a bad feeling about it. The woman changed it and the plane she was supposed to be on crashed.”  

At that point however the idea wasn’t Final Destination. It wasn’t a film either. It was an episode of The X Files.  

The Truth Is Out There  

“I was trying to get a TV agent at the time and they recommended I write a spec script for something already on the air. I was a huge fan of The X Files and thought about a scene where somebody has a premonition and gets off the plane and then it crashes and used that as the plot.”  

“It was going to be Scully’s brother Charles who had the premonition. He gets off the plane with a few other people but they start dying and Charles blacks out every time there is a murder so people suspect he is doing it.   

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“The twist at the end was that the sheriff who had been investigating alongside Mulder and Scully the whole time had actually been shot and flatlined at the same time as the plane crash.  Death brought him back to kill off all the survivors, including Charles.”  

It would have made for a great episode except it was never submitted to The X Files. Reddick showed his spec script to some friends at New Line who were so impressed, they told him to develop it into a treatment for a feature, which was eventually purchased by the studio.  

Producers Craig Perry and Warren Zide were brought onboard to develop the story and set about tweaking his idea.  

“Originally the cast of survivors were adults because I wanted to explore more adult themes but Scream had come out and teenagers were hot again so New Line got me to change it”  

In a twist of fate, two established writers from The X Files, James Wong and Glen Morgan, were brought onboard to rejig Reddick’s script.   

“My version was definitely darker and more like A Nightmare on Elm Street,” he says.  

“In my script, death would torment the kids about some kind of past sin they felt guilty about. They would then die in these accidents that ended up looking like suicides.”  

For example, Todd’s death saw him chased into the family garage by an unseen specter where he accidentally ended up rigged in a noose triggered when his dad opens the automatic garage door.   

Death is all around us  

Ultimately that death scene and several others were ultimately scrapped in favour of what would prove to be the franchise’s calling card.  

Reddick credits Wong and Morgan with coming up with the idea of having the film’s key death scenes kicked off by a Rube Goldberg machine-like chain-reaction that would see everyday things colliding to create a lethal scenario. It was nothing short of a masterstroke.   

“It created this notion that death is all around us,” Reddick says.  

“Death would use everyday things around us. It made it more universal and allowed us to set the deaths in places where people go all the time. The payoff would be fun but it was the build-up that had you on the edge of your seat.”  

There was one major sticking point for the studio though: the presence of death, or rather the lack of.  

“I fought really hard to make sure we never showed death because for me, if you didn’t show it, it could be something someone, no matter their belief system, could project onto our villain. That was a tough sell for the studio. They would be like ‘this doesn’t make any sense, you can’t see it and you can’t fight it’ but that’s the point, it’s death.”  

“Luckily both James Wong and Glen Morgan were very insistent we never show it and tie it in to a specific belief system.”  

Reddick credits the move with helping Final Destination become “an international phenomenon”.  

“It struck a chord with people around the world. It broke out beyond the horror audience.”  

Casting dreams   

When it came to casting, Reddick had a clear idea of who he wanted in the lead roles, even if the studio’s opinion differed drastically.  

“I had a wish list with Tobey Maguire and Kirsten Dunst as my two leads but New Line was like ‘well…’”  

He might not have got his first pick but Final Destination boasted an impressive cast of up-and-comers who had already made waves among teen audiences.   

Devon Sawa had starred in Idle Hands, while Ali Larter was known for Varsity Blues and Kerr Smith was a regular on Dawson’s Creek. There was even room for Seann William Scott, fresh from his breakout turn in American Pie who was drafted in on the recommendation of producer Craig Perry, who told Reddick “you’ve got to get this kid, he’s going to be huge.”  

Even so, Reddick was left a little unhappy.  

“One of the conversations we had early on was like ‘Just remember this is set in New York, which is one of the most diverse cities in the world so let’s make sure we have some diversity in the cast’ and they were like ‘oh we will’ and then there wasn’t anyone who wasn’t white in it.”  

New Line chief Bob Shaye did find a way to make amends on some level at least, casting Candyman horror icon Tony Todd in a cameo role as a mysteriously foreboding mortician.  

“He called me up and said they had got Tony Todd and I flipped out. He is an icon. Such a talented, serious actor.”  

As well as co-write the film, Wong took on directorial duties while each of the film’s death sequences would require careful planning, his first aim was to have the film start with a bang by creating as terrifyingly realistic a plane crash as possible.  

“We want to do for planes and air travel what Jaws did for sharks and swimming,” he declared in one interview.  

Yet the film would later garner criticism for its eerie similarities to the explosion and crash of TWA Flight 800 off East Moriches, Long Island, New York in 1996 where 16 students and five adults died.  

“There was some criticism that the movie was written to exploit this real-life crash,” Reddick recalls.  

“I even realised later they used footage from one real-life crash which I wasn’t particularly happy about.”  

Indeed, much of the news footage shown in the film actually came from the 1996 crash.  

That didn’t stop the film becoming a major hit and spawning a sequel within three years.   

Final Destination meets Game of Thrones  

Reddick returned to write the treatment for Final Destination 2, determined to move the franchise away from its teen Scream origins.   

“We had tapped into that zeitgeist and didn’t have to do that again. I wanted to expand the universe and subvert it, so I had it open by following a bunch of teens who are then killed off.”  

Once again, divine intervention led to divine inspiration for the opening set piece.  

“Originally, I was going to have it open with some kids going to spring break and they stop off at this hotel and there is a fire but the producers were not sure. Writers always say you should go out and live life – life informs you and a lot of inspiration comes out when I go out for a walk.  

“I was driving back to Kentucky to see my family and I got stuck behind a log truck and the idea just came to me. I pulled off the highway and called Craig and was flipping out with this idea for a log truck on a freeway.”  

The resulting freeway pile-up that leads to multiple deaths is one Reddick ranks as his “favourite scene in the entire franchise.”  

“The second film is my favourite. I wanted to create a sequel that didn’t feel like a remake of the first. It went in a more fun direction – but it’s still scary.”  

That first sequel also represented the last of which Reddick was formally involved in, though he remained very much in the loop as the Godfather of the franchise, revealing that producers had been “looking at scripts before Covid hit.” 

He also revealed that, at one point, things looked to be heading in an altogether different and thoroughly fascinating direction.  

“There was talk about setting a Final Destination back in Medieval times. Like Game of Thrones in Final Destination. Craig Perry worked with a writer and they talked about the idea and put a teaser trailer together [which has leaked online].   

“I would go and see that movie in a heartbeat but the studio said that the reason Final Destination was so popular was that element of deaths in normal, everyday situations.”  

Future Destinations  

Reddick hasn’t given up on a return to the franchise though, hinting at a “unique” idea he has for a new film that is simply too good to reveal yet.   

In the meantime, he has been busy writing and directing Don’t Look Back, a film that shares some surface similarities with Final Destination and is painfully relevant to society today.  

“It’s a mystery thriller about a group of people who witness someone getting fatally assaulted in a park and don’t help the person and somebody films them and puts it online. The public turns on the witnesses and someone or something is coming after them.”  

Eager to make more horror films and celebrate diversity in his work, Reddick remains immensely proud of Final Destination and the impact it has had on audiences.  

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“It’s cool. To have one movie that is going to be talked about after you die is a life goal. If that’s what I leave behind as a legacy that’s enough – but I still want more.” 

Don’t Look Back is available on DVD & Digital from 14th June

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Uhhhh......For a few BNHA Cannons Maybe....Asking them out or they ask you out and when their s/o is a short-tempered fierce introvert(I want it mostly for, Kaminari, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Bakugo)

absolutely! for now i’ll do you/them asking them/you out. i also threw in midoriya and tamaki too (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

characters: kaminari, kirishima, todoroki, bakugou, midoriya, tamaki

asking them out:

when you ask kaminari out, he is over the moon

not to mention, it looks like he short circuited for a second

i mean, why wouldn’t he?

you, some way too good for someone like him, someone he had been crushing hard on for months now, actually just asked him out. him of all people

he will try to play it cool

but will totally have an internal freak out

will blush for a solid few seconds, so dark a blush that everyone notices it

will agree to go out with you in a heartbeat, might even just kiss you then and there if he’s in a particularly good/overexcited mood

will go into instant protective boyfriend mode straight away

will. not. leave. your. side. for. days.

teases you and, within a week of dating, him peppering your face in kisses is just the norm

asking you out:

kaminari will try to be smooth but you will still be able to see his nerves

if others are around at the time he will boldly ask you to go out with him

if it’s just the two of you his insecurities and worries about you saying no will show a little more and he’ll be almost shy and hesitant when he asks

when you say yes, in either of these situations, he will:

1. not believe you for a solid couple of seconds, “you will? r-really?”

2. when you confirm that you were not joking and actually want to go out with him, he will literally jump on the spot in joy

will hug you effective-immediately

he’ll be in a good mood for literal days after this

asking them out:

when you ask kirishima out, you’re the shy one

of course, although looking baffled for a split second, he pretty much immediately says that he will go out with you

literally jumps for joy

punches the air in victory as he yells out a “yes!”

but then acts cool immediately after

even while you giggle at his actions

will boast to everyone about his s/o and how they asked him out

will tell everyone you were so cute and shy

tells everyone how much he loves you all the time

even though you literally only just got together

as you can tell, this boi is very proud of you and the fact that you’re his

asking you out:

this boi is bold

will likely have flowers or chocolate or something

he’s secretly a little romantic

will ask you out with no doubt that you’ll decline showing on his face

but on the inside he’s terrified you’ll say no

hence the gift he brought to ‘persuade’ you

when you say yes he is the happiest boi alive

he’ll grin so wide, spiky teeth shining so brightly at you

will immediately celebrate

asking them out:

asking todoroki out was no easy task

well, so you thought

he was the heartthrob of the class

every single one of the girls swooned over him

even if they only saw him as a friend, they were still beguiled by his looks

so, of course, you never thought he could like you of all people

but still, you wouldn’t know if you didn’t try

as cold and serious as he seemed, there was a passion in his heart

you’d seen it during battle

his emotions are hard to deduce which only made you all the more scared to even ask him but it also only made you need to ask him even more

so, you did

and boy was he surprised

he looked so confused, so shocked. he didn’t know what to do at all

so, you already thought you had been rejected

you just apologised and went to walk away but he quickly spoke your name, stopping you in your tracks

“yes...” he looked so confused, still seeming unsure if he was answering you correctly

but then he nodded and looked you dead in the eye, although his gaze was soft

“i’ll go out with you“

asking you out:

todoroki isn’t sure exactly how to do this

like, sure people have confessed to him plenty of times

but he’s never confessed to anyone before

obviously asked his friends for advice

you could literally see them all hiding behind the corner when he walked over to you

he’s not shy, just not entirely sure how to do this

he just kind of awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and looks you in the eyes

“i- um, do you wanna maybe go out with me?“

this boi-

honestly, it melted your heart

of course, you can’t say no after that

he smiles so softly at you, although his eyes did widen as if he didn’t think you would actually like him back for a moment

is the sweetest boyfriend ever but will need ‘help’ learning how to be in this kind of relationship

everything moves very slowly but it’s comfortable and more than you could have ever asked for

baby steps, you just have to be patient with him

asking them out:

working up the courage to ask bakugou out when you knew that his rejection would be harsh was, well, it was difficult

but, miraculously you had managed to

i mean, he had been kidnapped by the league of villains and all

after that you thought about what it would be like had you never gotten the chance to tell him how you feel

so, despite your shaking nerves, you headed to his room

he always turned in early so you figured this was your best chance to catch him alone

although you didn’t think he would like it if you interrupted him from his sleep

which is why you went after him not even five minutes after he headed to bed

you knocked almost too quietly but it seemed he heard you nonetheless, opening the door with a loud bang

“WHAT?“

when he saw you there, his volume toned down a little and his face softened

you were lowkey terrified what with his eyes burning through your skull like that

“spit it out, y/n.“

so you do. you just say it there and then

and he is shocked

like you just came and asked him out, just like that, completely out of the blue

he almost irritably scratches the back of his head

“i- um- sure? okay.“

then he slams his door in your face again

the next day he is pretty much the same and doesn’t bring it up

but he does stick to your side a little more than usual

eyes up the other boys whenever they come near you

rushes to your side when you get hurt in class, although it was only a small bump on your knee

everyone else notices this too, of course, although whenever anyone brings it up he just insults them and tells them to shut up

asking you out:

he will not ask you out if others are there

that is just a given because he doesn’t want to look ‘soft’ in front of them

when he does it, it’ll be just the two of you

although it may sound a little insensitive and blunt

but you know what he’s like and don’t take that to heart

he’s trying his best and you know he’s being serious because he wouldn’t joke about something like this

you’re a tad intimidated by his waiting glare but you can see the insecurity residing in the depths of it

you really do like him

so, so much

which is why you obviously say yes

you can tell he’s happy, even if he doesn’t really show it

“good. great. we’re going to the cinema tomorrow then, meet me outside the dorms at ten.“

he even planned a date, although his way of asking was unique

he may have a rough exterior but he’s a soft boi at heart

well, at least, he is for you

he will be suddenly very possessive of you, glaring at any of the other boys when you so much as speak to them

he’ll even wrap his arm around you 90% of the time just because he likes keeping you close, and mineta’s prying eyes

asking them out:

this bby is a blundering mess

looks like a tomato

stuttering like crazy

honestly doesn’t know what to do

he had to look away from you to answer because he just can’t do it if he’s looking at you

you just smile because oh my god he’s so cute istg

you just want to hug him and cover his face in kisses right there and then

but you don’t in fear that he will pass out

as soon as he’s calmed down, however, you hug him so tightly just so that he knows you’re serious

it’ll take him a while to get used to it but soon he won’t completely freak out when you subtly entwine his pinky with yours when you’re next to each other

he’ll still get all flustered but will be down for cuddle sessions in yours or his room within a week

asking you out:

of course, all his friends know he likes you

in fact, they’re the reason he’s even asking you out right now

uraraka and iida are watching from a far, giving him a supportive thumbs up as he approaches you

is already flushed and sweating before he even gets to you

shifts his weight on his feet, looking down at them, as he asks, “do you, um- do you want to maybe, um-”

“yes.“ you cut him off, wanting to soothe his nerves as soon as possible

his eyes snap back up to you and he smiles, rubbing a sweaty hand on the back of his neck

“i- i didn’t finish yet though.“

you put your hands on his shoulders, stilling his shaking body whilst drawing his attention to you

“midoriya, i will go out with you.“

he smiles so wide

then notices how close you are and freaks out again

this little cutie

asking them out:

you asking him out is something he never expected

i mean, no one asks him out

no one ever has, he’s way too timid

so when you do it’s a shock

but he can tell that you’re not pulling his leg or playing with him

you really mean it, you really want to go out with him

so, timidly, he agrees to go out with you

and you are over the moon

you don’t go out on many dates and tamaki is not good with pda at all

but, behind closed doors, he will let you cuddle him

and maybe even kiss him

to your heart’s content

although this shy boi won’t ever initiate anything

needs constant reassurance that you still like him and want to date him for the first couple of months of your relationship

but will start believing in your love for him when you literally never fail in showing him just how much he means to you

asking you out:

god knows he wouldn’t be doing this if nejire wasn’t making him

he likes you, that isn’t really something he hides all that well either

but he would never ask someone out on his own. his anxiety just wouldn’t let him

so, of course, nejire was determined to get him to ‘man up’ and ask you out

she literally pushes him into you, which only makes him want to run away even more

but you just laugh which seems to calm him a little

his eyes keep darting around the room, looking everywhere but at you

“u-um, d-do you want t-to go s-see a m-moive sometime?“

he was a mess

but it was cute, adorable even

“i’d love to.“ you grin

he doesn’t even say anything else, he just nods as if taking in your response and then just runs away

nejire comes over and gives you the time and place

when you show up, his nerves are already killing him

you hoped that linking your arm with his would help ease him a little but it seems to have just made it worse

nonetheless, you don’t let go. even going as far as to holding his hand whilst you’re watching the movie

now this, this is something he melts into quickly

his tense muscles begin to relax and he even peeks a glance over at you whilst you’re happily stuffing your face with popcorn

when you call him your boyfriend he is like putty in your hands, although still just as shy as before

baby steps, baby steps

[andaleduardo]

Where, besides Tumblr, can people find you doing fannish things? (Obviously only mention sites and usernames you actually want to be found at. Don’t expose your secret identities on my account.)

What other names have you gone by on these platforms, including Tumblr, if any?

When did you join the IT fandom? And what got you into fandom, to begin with?

What are your favorite ships, or characters, if any, and why? What do they mean to you?

In what ways do you participate in fandom? (ex. Posting memes, reblogging/commenting on content, writing fanfic, making fanart, creating fanmixes, etc.)

Do you have any in-fandom inspirations? Other members of the community that drive you? (And if you have the time/energy, in what ways do they inspire you?)

Name and link some of your favorite works, please!

Do you have any works of your own that you feel particularly proud of, or wish more people would’ve consumed? Please provide links if possible.

Have you ever participated in a fannish event (ie. IT Week, a fic Big Bang) or applied to be a part of a fanzine? If so, which ones, and can you please link them?

Without any form of bashing or lashing out, what is something you feel this fandom is missing?

We’ve talked about it before but I wanna thank you one more time for all the thought you put into these questions and for sending them to me, honestly <33

Okay this is probably going to be a long post I’m sorry in advance,,

- Besides tumblr and AO3 (it’s the same username) I don’t have any more fannish accounts, I have a twitter so I can keep up with the IT content over there but my account is private I don’t really interact there I just observe 👀

- Jesus what a good question, my first name on tumblr was eds-spagheds, that was also my first name on AO3, but then the second movie came out and I had to make good use of that iconic line

- Okay buckle up I love this story. So, It chapter one came out in 2017, but I hate horror movies with a passion, I never watch them, so when my friends asked me to come see it with them I said no, right. Fast forward one year. One random day in high school I think I caught the flu or something and I was feeling like absolute CRAP but me and my friend (the same one that invited me to see It on the cinema) had already made plans for that afternoon, that were: watch IT chapter one at her house. I tell you, I was laying on her couch having fever dreams while we waited for another friend of ours to show up, I was thinking to myself, I’m gonna go home, I feel like shit I don’t want to watch a horror movie that I’m gonna have nightmares about tonight. Anyway, I didn’t leave, they convinced me because they said “you love stranger things you’ll love this too”. The three of us sat down to watch the movie. Me, a dumbass, said this on the first seconds of the movie: “Can you imagine how bad it must feel to enter a fandom based on a movie? Like, with stranger things you can rewatch all the seasons but with a movie it’s just, the same 2 hours to obsess over and over.” No, I didn’t know there was a book, mini-series, or a second part. Yes, I got to know them all in the following months because as soon as I finished the movie I knew that was it for me.

- Okay favorite ships? We’re all tired of this answer but reddie. However, I like every single ship imaginable between the 7 of them, to me they’re all soulmates and I love all the dynamics possible. I lovE all of them, ships and characters. I think I related most to Ben, because of the unrequited love, body image and food issues. That part on the book about Ben’s mom feeding him unhealthy things and him trying to eat better and then the guilt trip? man, that hit too close. But like many people say, we all relate to every loser in a different way.

- Sighs. I don’t really participate anymore... First 2 years I was on fire with content, I did fanart and wrote prompts, one shots, full fics.. now I literally just reblog things and try to give love to the artists. I guess you can say I’m retired

- That’s a difficult question, all of the art I see inspires me, all of the fics I love inspire me, before, I guess they inspired me to create my own content for the fandom but since I don’t create anymore, they just, make my day really much better. I appreciate every single content creator of this fandom, you don’t know how much joy it brings me

- Okay okay!! This is impossible to get right because I will forget many many people for sure but over all this time there’s some works that really stick with me and that I think about every other day:

a (number) neighborhood of seven by  BookRockShooter

I Might Be Dreaming (I Might Be Dead) by batwake

two falling sparks  by zach_stone

Predicament Bondage  by dgalerab

Now What I'm Gonna Say May Sound Indelicate by IfItHollers

& That's For All Time  by  tossertozier (rednoseredhair)

In Over Your Chest is Way Too Deep (AKA Surf Bois) by speakslow

5555 by weepies

- Yes! I wrote a handful of things but my absolute favorite one is this: Late at night when I like who I am, in the dark where I’m finally me

- No :( Sadly I never participated in any fandom event as a creator, but I love to see everyone’s work when one happens ! I bought the loser’s zine and it’s my most prized possession

- Hmmmm tough question, I think a little more empathy? There are so many kind and amazing people here but there are also some people who are... not. I see a lot of discourse over useless things like adults being in the fandom is somehow bad because the losers were once kids? like, are we forgetting this story follows these people from their childhoods through their adulthoods? And are we supposed to stop liking things after we turn 20 or? And when people who write Richie’s parents as bad parents are regarded as edgy teens who just want to cause Richie pain??? like what the....? so many people have only watched the movies and i’m sorry but in the movies there’s nothing that shows Richie’s parents as good parents, that’s only in the book, why do we attack these people then? maybe they relate to Richie and they have bad households, don’t we all project ourselves on our favorite characters?

Anyway, that’s all from me, if anyone reads this far I’ll be impressed but I had a lot of fun with these 👉👈

[ryanmeft]

Movie Review: Black Widow

The MCU will never be able to run with the true titans of popular cinema---it is simply too interested in being a billboard for merchandise and setting up the next movie. If it were going to decide to go for something more personal, though, Black Widow is almost kinda what that might look like. Buried, sometimes deeply, amid the acrobatic stunts, exploding enemy bases and super-powered fisticuffs is a real story about two real, broken girls.

The movie is set after Civil War, but in a great act of mercy towards non-obsessive viewers, the links to the larger Avengersverse are minimal. As we open, Natasha (Scarlett Johansson) has divested of her Black Widow identity and escapes from the clutches of General Ross (William Hurt), who you may remember from it really doesn’t matter. Laying low to stay off the government’s radar, she is eventually contacted covertly by her previously-unmentioned sister Yelena (Florence Pugh). Yelena has been released from the mind control she was subjected to by their handler, the shadowy Dreykov (Ray Winstone), who Natasha believed dead at her hand. During her release, she acquired the means to un-brainwash the other “widows” Dreykov is controlling, all of whom he kidnapped and raised as assassins from childhood.

Since Natasha has global connections and has evidenced an ability to find anything anywhere, it seems like the search for Dreykov should be relatively quick, but there’s one problem: the movie needs to be at least two hours long. To that end, Natasha and Yelena track down the Soviet sleeper agents (Rachel Weisz and David Harbour) who raised them as part of a cover identity, and the “family” sets off together.

One thing you sense at various points of the movie is that director Cate Shortland is spiritually yanked out of the director’s chair and replaced with compliant studio drones. Let me elaborate: when Natasha initially goes on the run, she retreats to a trailer in the middle of nowhere, her needs supplied by a convenient smuggler friend (O-T Fagbenie). In another scene, Johannson and Pugh have a chat at a crappy picnic table outside a dirty diner, discussing their respective pasts and lives. Eric Pearson’s screenplay is clearly steering the events here, and these scenes ring so true they could have developed into an entirely different kind of film, one where former assassins try to move on with their lives in an ordinary world where they’ll always be hunted just for doing what they were told. So tantalizing are these glimpses of other realities that I allowed myself to believe in them, though I knew the superheroics must eventually come.

Come they do, and at these points Shortland and Pearson are essentially told to take a seat while Disney’s bean-counters turn the film over to editing rooms and focus groups. Witness a scene in which the sisters must break their “dad”, who is a super-powered goofball named the Red Guardian, out of prison. We begin with a scene of psychological dominance among prisoners that is shot like a real movie, with such shocking things as camera angles and a focus on facial expressions. The escape itself is, as a friend put it, some Fast and the Furious type stuff, in which all subtlety and craft is pitched in the can and Johansson, Pugh and Harbour escape while dangling from a rope out of an erratically controlled helicopter literally seconds ahead of an avalanche. Presumably the other few hundred people in the prison didn’t make it, but what’s a little mass murder when you’re the hero?.

The most noticeable divide between artist and machine, though, comes in the third act, which is split into two distinct parts. The inevitable boom-bang finish is ripped almost beat-for-beat from Captain America: The Winter Soldier, to the degree that whatever comments I had about that could be applied here with only the names edited. Prior to a big multi-character fight amid a literal crumbling air base, though, there is a verbal match of wits between Natasha and Dreykov, a character we have not seen until now except in one brief flashback. The result is that Winstone has to carry off his entire personality in this one scene, since he won’t have any time during the running and yelling that comes later. What we get is he and Natasha circling each other like wolves, each trying to verbally deduce the other’s plans, intentions and capabilities, talk their opponent into a mistake, and otherwise gain the upper hand. I was reminded of Doctor Strange’s vastly underrated finale, and of how good a final confrontation between two electric personalities can be when it isn’t catering to seconds-long attention spans.

Then people start flip-kicking each other and everything starts blowing up real good and I was forcibly reminded of what kind of movie I was watching. For those precious scenes, though, the ones where the creators are allowed to create and the phenomenal cast is allowed to actually sink their teeth into the dialogue and the body language, I felt something of the stirrings I got when superhero movies were fresh and studios were still trying. It was enough, sometimes barely, to sneak past my defenses.

Verdict: Recommended

Note: I don’t use stars, but here are my possible verdicts.

Must-See

Highly Recommended

Recommended

Average

Not Recommended

Avoid like the Plague

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[kpopprincess416]

My Favorite K-Pop Songs (Incomplete)

A.C.E: Undercover, Savage

aespa: Black Mamba

Agust D: Agust D, Daechwita

APink: NoNoNo

ASTRO: Blue Flame, Baby

ATEEZ: HALA HALA, Say My Name, Pirate King, Treasure, Illusion, Wave, Aurora, Wonderland, Answer, THANXX, Inception, Fireworks (I’m The One)

Baekhyun: UN Village, Stay Up (feat. Beenzino), Diamond, Candy, All I Got, Cry For Love

Beast: Fiction

BIGBANG: Fantastic Baby, Bang Bang Bang, Last Dance

Blackpink: How You Like That, Lovesick Girls, Kill This Love, Whistle, Boombayah, DDU-DU DDU-DU

BoA: Better, No. 1

Boys Republic: Get Down

THE BOYZ: No Air, The Stealer

BTS: We Are Bulletproof (Pt. 2), Run, Dope, Fire, Save Me, Blood Sweat & Tears, Begin, Lie, Spring Day, Not Today, Boy In Luv, Tomorrow, Cypher Pt. 2 (Triptych), N.O, I Need U, Moving On, House of Cards, Black Swan, Louder Than Bombs, Mic Drop, On, Dionysus, Boy With Luv (Feat. Halsey), Home, DNA, Dimple, FAKE LOVE, The Truth Untold, Magic Shop, So What, Idol, Euphoria, Serendipity, Epiphany, Airplane Pt. 2, Danger, Heartbeat, Stay Gold, War of Hormone, Life Goes On

Chanyeol: SSFW

Chen: Beautiful Goodbye, Watch Out

Chung Ha: Snapping, Stay Tonight, Bicycle

CIX: Cinema, Jungle

CL: Hello Bitches

CLC: Hobgoblin, Helicopter, Black Dress, No

D.O & Yoo Youngjin: Tell Me (What Is Love)

DALsooobin: Katchup

DKB: Sorry Mama, Rose

DREAMCATCHER: BOCA, Break The Wall, Odd Eye, Chase Me, Good Night, You & I, Endless Night, Deja Vu, Scream

EVERGLOW: Bon Bon Chocolat, Dun Dun, La Di Da, Adios

EXO: Lightsaber, Love Me Right, Drop That, Tempo, Sign, Gravity, Bad Dream, Lucky One, Monster, Artificial Love, White Noise, Cloud 9, Growl, Mama, History, What Is Love, Overdose, For Life, Lotto, Love Shot, Obsession, Power, Universe, Call Me Baby, Eldorado, Playboy, Thunder, The Eve, Ko Ko Bop, What U Do, Forever, Going Crazy, Chill, Lucky

EXO-CBX: Hey Mama!

f(x): Electric Shock, Red Light, 4 Walls

(G)I-DLE: DUMDi DUMDi, LATATA, Oh my god, 

GAIN: Paradise Lost

GD & TAEYANG: GOOD BOY

GHOST9: SEOUL

Girls Day: Something

Girls Generation: I Got A Boy, Hoot, The Boys, Catch Me If You Can, Party

GOT7: Breath, You Calling My Name, Not By The Moon, Never Ever, Hard Carry, If You Do, Lullaby, Just Right

History: Might Just Die, Queen

Hwasa: Maria

HyunA: Bubble Pop, I’m Not Cool, Good Girl, Red

iKON, Bling Bling, Love Scenario, RHYTHM TA

INFINITE: The Eye

ITZY: DALLA DALLA, ICY, WANNABE, Not Shy

IZ: Memento

IZ*ONE: FIESTA, Panorama

IU: Palette (Feat. G-Dragon), Eight (Feat. Suga)

Jackson Wang: Pretty Please

Jennie (of Blackpink): Solo

Jessi: Nunu Nana

Kai: Mmmh

KARD: Bomb Bomb, Dumb Litty, Gunshot

Lay: Lit, Namanana

MAMAMOO: AYA, Egotistic, Hip

MCND: Ice Age, Spring

MOMOLAND: Baam, Bboom BBoom

MONSTA X: Who Do U Love?, Stuck, Shoot Out, Fighter, Beautiful, Oi, FANTASIA, Beautiful Night, ZONE, Love Killa, Follow, DRAMARAMA, Newton, Hero,  Alligator, Shine Forever

NCT: BOSS,Baby Don’t Stop, TOUCH, Black On Black,  

NCT 127: Wakey Wakey, Chain, Gimme Gimme, Fire Truck, Cherry Bomb, Baby Don’t Like It, Limitless, Kick It, Regular, SIMON SAYS, Highway To Heaven, Superhuman, Punch

NCT Dream: Chewing Gum, My First and Last, Ridin’, Boom, We Go Up 

NCT U: From Home, Make A Wish (Birthday Song), Coming Home, Boss, The 7th Sense

NU’EST: Bet Bet

Oh My Girl: Twilight

PENTAGON: Sha La La, Shine, Humph, Basquiat, Dr, Bebe, Daisy

PinkFantasy: Lemon Candy

PRISTIN: Black Widow

Rain: Rainism

Red Velvet: Bad Boy, RBB(Really Bad Boy), Peek-A-Boo, Psycho, Red Flavor, Dumb Dumb, Zimzalabim, Russian Roulette, 

Red Velvet- Irene & Selugi: Monster

REDSQUARE: ColorFull

Rose: On The Ground

SEVENTEEN:  Mansae, Left & Right, Hit, Fear, HOME;RUN, Clap, Don’t Wanna Cry, Shining Diamond, Highlight, Very Nice

SF9: Good Guy, Now Or Never

SHINee: Don’t Call Me, Lucifer, Married To The Music, Replay, Sherlock (Clue + Note), Dream Girl, Everybody, Ring Ding Dong

SISTAR: Touch My Body

Solar: Spit It Out

SOMI: Birthday

STRAY KIDS: Miroh, Double Knot, God’s Menu, Hellevator, District 9, My Pace, I am YOU, Back Door 

Sunmi: Gashina

SUPER JUNIOR: Devil, Sorry Sorry, Mr. Simple, Bonamana, Magic, Mamacita

SuperM: Jopping, One (Monster & Infinity), 100, Tiger Inside

T-ARA: Sugar Free

Taemin: Move, Criminal

TAEYANG: RingaLinga, Eyes Nose Lips

TXT: Can’t You See Me, 9 and Three Quarters (Run Away), Cat & Dog, Crown, Blue Hour

Treasure: Boy, I Love You

TVXQ: Catch Me, Mirotic

TWICE: I Can’t Stop Me, Fancy, Feel Special, More & More, Cheer Up, Dance The Night Away, Knock Knock, Likey, Yes Or Yes, TT

UP10TION: So Dangerous

VIXX: Chained Up, Scentist, Shangri-La

VICTON: What I Said

Wanna One: Boomerang

WayV: Turn Back Time, Bad Alive (English Version), Kick Back, Moon Walk, Love Talk, Take Off

WINNER: Really Really

Wonho: Open Mind, Lose

Woo!Ah!: I Don’t Miss U

X1: Flash

2NE1: Come Back Home, I Am The One, I Love You, Falling In Love

2PM: A.D.T.O.Y., Take Off, Hands Up

4MINUTE: Crazy, Hate

Park Hyoshin: Wild Flower

Day6: Congratulations, Days Gone By, Time Of Our Lives, Shoot Me, I Wait

T.O.P: Doom Dada

ONEUS: Vlakyrie, Lit

AB6IX & Lee Dae Hwi: Rose Scent Kiss

B1A4: A Lie

EXID: Me & You,Ah Yeah

Taeyeon: I (Feat. Verbal Jint)

I.O.I:  Whatta Man (Good Man), Dream Girls

CLC: Me

3YE: Stalker

Wendy: Like Water