#waiting web comeback

[manpillama]

Waiting web comeback

[ffantasmi]

The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits

A Lover's Discourse, Roland Barthes | The Story of the Lost Child, Elena Ferrante | Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay, Elena Ferrante | Elsa Morante and Alberto Moravia letters (1938 and 1958) | My Brilliant Friend (tv show var.)

[juanathesillyuser12]

now thats what i call a web series !!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

[jsprnt]

catching your boyfriend studying about your culture before he meets your parents, makes you a tad emotional

kenan yıldız x mexican! reader

A/N: hopefully my knowledge on mexican culture was portrayed correctly, did some research for it as well!! pulled myself together to write this one after being gone so long, hope it was a good comeback 😭 based on this request! 💖

W/C: 1.535

"kenan?”

you call out, stepping into your boyfriend's apartment. stopping in your steps, you listen to figure out if he'd arrived home already.

training had ended an hour ago, and he would always come straight home, waiting for you to arrive.

"babe?" you call out again, taking off your shoes by the door, before walking through the living room space.

"siri, how do you say 'delicious' in spanish?"

you furrow your brows in confusion, wondering what in the world he was doing.

"here are the results on the web for-"

"ugh! no, you-.."

you snort at the frustration in your boyfriend's voice, finally sneaking into his bedroom.

kenan is sprawled out on his bed, lying on his back, as he's holding his phone up to his face.

"do you mean deliciosa or delicioso?"

you watch him jolt from your sudden words, seeing kenan sit up, his face full of shock.

"baby?"

you grin when he acknowledges your presence, walking up to his bed and falling into his embrace. you bury your face into his neck, taking in the scent of his shampoo.

"hi..” you greet, voice muffled by his shoulder.

"when did you get here?.." he smiles, you couldn’t see, but you knew his dimples were showing.

"just now." you answer, pulling away to press a kiss to his cheek.

"i didn't hear you come in, must've gotten too distracted.." he quirks his brows up, a cheeky expression on his face.

"i heard you, don't try to hide your quarrel with siri.."

he chuckles, pushing you back against the pillows before joining you.

"I was- practicing, okay.."

"your spanish? for what exactly?"

you lift your hand, running it through his damp hair, realizing he probably showered before you arrived.

"for tomorrow. you think I'm going to make a fool out of myself- in front of my in-laws?"

you smile at his word choice, lips stretching in amusement.

"your in-laws? and how do you plan to impress my parents, huh?"

you had been dating kenan for a couple months now. of course, the beginning of your relationship was purely about learning so much more about each other. getting to know each other on a level- you could only get to if you actually dated the other person.

as time passed, and the relationship had gotten more serious, you both had come to a conclusion that you should meet each other's parents.

you had already met kenan's parents weeks ago.

though, it was a mere accident since; hanging out in his apartment, meant running into them when they visited their son.

your own family lived a couple hours away. due to the distance, you were going on a small road trip tomorrow. making it just in time for dinner.

your very loving, and hospitable mexican parents would never allow a guest, especially your boyfriend- to drive home the same day. insisting over the phone for you guys to stay over for a couple of days.

"you know, I'm trying to invest a lot of time into researching about your culture.."

"are you? any progress?" you grin, tracing your kenan’s brows. rubbing your finger along the slit in his eyebrow.

"okay, look.." he mumbles, holding back your hand so you don’t poke his eye. he sits up in a split-second, reaching for and shoving a unfamiliar notebook into your face.

you raise a brow in curiosity, reaching out to grab the object.

you hum when you flip it open. observing a multitude of scribbles, flicking to different pages, you see different spanish words along with the translation written, and a few aspects of your culture scribbled down. some having incredibly long explanations, some short ones.

you raise your brows when you notice the small printed images, a wave of emotion washing through you as you notice the long paragraphs about the things you've already taught him about.

the date and time make you realize he’s been writing since the first month you started dating.

"see?" kenan interrupts your emotional moment, making you look up.

"this is- woah.." you mumble, speechlessness taking over your senses, your bottom lip quivering for a second.

you'd never met someone so interested in learning something about you. as small as the gesture may feel to some, seeing your boyfriend study about your culture. such a huge part of your identity with such passion, pulled at your heartstrings.

"you're really sweet, you know?.." you say, glossy eyes looking into his. you take a deep breath through your nose, trying to keep it together.

you don’t know why you’re so emotional. maybe, it’s the nerves for tomorrow, or it is because, you’ve never received such a pure gesture from anyone before kenan.

"what're you- are you okay, baby?" he furrows his brows, taking the notebook out of your hands to inspect the page you stopped at.

"is it wrong? i did so much research, i thought that's how you write it. I'm sorry if i offended you, honey.." kenan immediately blurts, his hand cupping your jaw. moving your gaze to his face,

he looks into your eyes with guilt.

"no, it's not wrong.." you begin, voice low.

"it's just precious.. you're really cute, baby.." you explain, blinking moisture away from your eyes.

kenan freezes, relief flooding his body as he realizes he's not done anything wrong.

"you scared me, y/n.."

"it's not something to cry over though, schatz.." he runs his other hand over your back, planting a sweet kiss on your temple.

"It's really touching..."

"I've never had anyone show this much interest in my identity. I'm really grateful that you're such a sweet person.."

kenan coos at your last words, pulling you into a tight, warm embrace.

"c'mon that's the least I can do. I love you, and everything about you is interesting to me."

you snuggle into his chest, hand touching his bicep.

"also, did you think I was going to meet your parents with zero knowledge about your background? you've taught me a lot already, but I need more topics to talk about so your parents will like me.."

"they already like you from what I've told them.."

"well, I doesn't hurt if I become their favorite son-in-law.."

"son-in-law? you want them to like you even more than my sister husband?"

"trust me, with the research I've done, it’s easy work.”

you chuckle, looking up from his chest.

"are you just going to steal their hearts with your knowledge on our culture?"

"I'll make sure they'll understand how much I love you, and care for you as well. I have to convince them that their pretty daughter is safe and sound with me.."

"you've planned it all out, huh?" you raise your brows, analyzing his cocky, but loving expression.

"I'm still nervous, I've got to admit." kenan bites his bottom lip, looking down at your snuggling frame.

"just be yourself, they'll love you.." you reassure him, patting his bicep.

your boyfriend gives you a soft smile, pulling you down into his bed.

"cold?" he asks, already pulling the blanket on your body without waiting for your answer.

"yeah, is the air-conditioning on?"

"forgot to turn it off, hold on.."

he reaches for a remote on his nightstand, lowering the volume of the air conditioner before getting under the covers with you.

"there, comfy?"

you hum, pressing your face into his chest. kenan's arms wrapped around your frame.

"good.."

you both go silent for a moment, soaking into each other's comforting presence.

your bodies heat up from the warmth between you. your boyfriend's ears red and flushed.

"what are you thinking of?" you break the peaceful silence, lifting your gaze up to his.

"should I greet your dad with a hand? or is that too formal?"

you snort at the thought, eyes closing as you laugh at him.

"it's a serious question, babe.." he whines, placing his hand on your shoulder to pull you out of your laughing fit.

"a hand is fine.." you choke out, biting your lip to muffle your laughter.

"okay.."

"what dishes are they making?" he asks curious, a hand reaching out to poke your cheek. 

"mhm, some you already know. but I'll keep it a secret- oh!"

your sudden reaction makes kenan's eyes go wide, his brows raising slightly in anticipation.

"what?"

"you have to remember, eat the inside of the tamales, not the surrounding wrapping.."

"eat the filling only? okay, easy.."

"keep it in mind.." you tease, poking his chest..

"I know, I'll try to remember.." he grumbles, burying his face into your neck.

you'd cooked the dish only once in the past for kenan. you thought not eating the corn tusk was common sense, but you were wrong when kenan almost chocked on the first bite..

you run a hand down his back, the memory fading as you both go quiet again.

"baby.." you call out, feeling his warm breath fanning your neck.

"hm?" kenan hums, his senses overwhelmed with sleep.

"have I ever told you that my dad supports ac milan?"

you chuckle when kenan jumps up. the sleep gone from his eyes.

you know, this is going to be a long night of him complaining..

[captain-joongz]

here's first of the bigger requests that came through during the hard hours, my dear ✨ anonie, i hope you enjoy your piece! <3

LOSE TO WIN

warnings: bdsm dynamics, mistress kink, spanking, humiliation and praise, strap on usage, strap on deep-throating, coming untouched, anal fingering, pegging, rough handling, rough sex, orgasm denial, face slapping, riding

word count: 3.9k

Minho wasn't the kind of person you'd expect to get into trouble. He was smart. Sly. Always had a comeback, always knew how to get himself out of hot water. But he was also impulsive, hot-blooded and stubborn. He knew that about himself, maybe better than anyone else.

And he was incredibly competitive. So maybe that's why his plan was such a bad idea.

I mean, of course his friends would try to persuade him to not go to a casino, unless they were shitty no one would encourage their friend to go gamble, but Minho wouldn't listen - of course he wouldn't.

He didn't begin to understand why it was such a bad idea for him specifically to go until he was sitting at the poker table with a terrible hand of cards and no way to lie himself out of it.

People tend to do stupid things when they get their first big paycheck - buy a car they don't need, spend it on clothes or stupid investments. Going to a casino might be the stupidest though, not that the man would admit that, even as his beginner's luck shifted and the tide turned.

Winning a nice sum in the first few rounds, he felt confident - he should stay, play more - he could double it, triple it, he could go home with three paychecks instead of one. He'd show his friends, he'd be the one laughing at them.

But then he started to lose. And it was not pretty.

He wasn't sure how it worked in casinos, but when he was discreetly offered more chips to have a chance to win his money back, he didn't think to stop and ask where they came from or what the consequences were - he just needed a chance to win and then he'd leave. That was all, just one lucky hand and then this nightmare would be over.

When the last game ended, Minho was in a daze - it took him several long seconds to realise that he'd lost once more, and this time he was in deep shit. Not only his own money was gone, but now he owed someone.

He didn't notice you at all, eyeing him the whole evening and having a private laugh about how cutely clueless he was. It was so obviously his first time gambling, your trained eye could see it the second he stepped in the room. Oh, you'd just eat him up.

And now, watching the man sit there all miserable, head in hands as he came to terms with his situation, it was your prime opportunity to strike.

"First time?"

Minho looked up as soon as he heard the melodious voice, coming face to face with you dressed in a black expensive dress, hair and face all made up. At first glance he could tell you were someone important. And very, very rich.

"Um, y-yeah, sorry if I'm blocking the table." He moved as in to get up and leave, but you stopped him quickly and instead offered him a cigarette. Minho threw a nervous glance at the security guys, but they didn't seem bothered by anything you were doing, so he accepted. Of course, what he didn't know was that as the owner's daughter you had free range to do pretty much anything, and they knew better than to interfere when you were hunting.

"I can pay it for you," you offered easily, playing with the packet in your hands while Minho choked his sorrows with nicotine. He startled and you had to suppress a satisfied smirk. This would be so much fun, you couldn't wait to ruin him.

"N-no, that's fine. I'm fine." So he was still deep in denial, huh. You leaned closer and plucked the cigarette out of his hands, taking a drag yourself. You saw his eyes glued to your lips, shock and interest mixing in his brown irises.

"Look, boy, I'm going to be honest with you," you started, spinning your soft web, "you're fucked, spectacularly so might I add. If you try to leave now, you'll end up in some really mean people's hands. I can pay your debt and trust me, I'm much nicer when it comes to paying back." Minho looked like he didn't trust your words one bit, but that's what's nice about desperation - it makes you do things even if you know you shouldn't.

It was all reflected right there in his eyes. You knew you had him, he only had to stop running away from it.

"What would you want in return?" he asked hesitantly and you grinned. What a smart boy, knowing you weren't after money.

"One night, you listen to my every word," you said confidently, "be a good little toy for me."

You saw him shudder before he attempted to school his features into a look of carefully constructed disgust, but you knew. You really hit jackpot with this one, no pun intended.

He sat there in silence for a little while and you let him. He had to come to terms with reality and realise you were offering him the only way out, you would not interfere with that - he had to do that all on his own.

Minho knew he was stupid and got himself into trouble. For the first time in a really long time he couldn't come up with a way to get out of this - he desperately wracked his brain for any solutions while you sat next to him and inspected your nails like a shark waiting for the fish to crawl up all the way in his mouth.

But really, how bad could it really be? He'd just fuck you and he'd be okay, it was definitely the better option than getting beaten up by loansharks. It would be easy, right? He was pretty good in bed, so he had the confidence he could pleasure you and then you'd let him go and everything would be okay. Easy peasy.

He nodded. You grinned. Bad premonition filled his stomach.

Minho cried out when another hit landed on his exposed thighs, your hand then gently caressing the reddening sensitive skin there. There were tears brimming in his eyes, the burn of the impact turning him needy and whiney.

You didn't waste any time after you dragged him off into a hotel room, immediately ordering him to pull his trousers down and bend over the edge of the bed. You yourself dragged a chair over and sat down, face level with his perky underwear clad ass. He needed a punishment, that's what you said, and he was maybe starting to agree.

"Will this teach you not to be such a dumb boy? Maybe I can fuck some common sense into that pretty head of yours, huh?" You teased and taunted, delivering sharp words after each spank until Minho's head was swimming and he couldn't see through tears, biting his lips to stop all the pitiful whimpers from spilling out of his mouth.

But even though he didn't know what to think of this, his body has made up its mind already - he could feel his cock hanging between his legs, so hard it hurt, but ignored and useless. He attempted to sneakily touch himself a few minutes ago, only to get another hard hit and the sharp words "hands where I can see them, boy!", so now he didn't try anymore.

Everything was kind of fuzzy and he couldn't even tell up from down, but fuck, he didn't want to stop, and that scared him. Right now he'd probably let you do about anything to him.

"What do you think, have you learnt your lesson?" Your condescending words broke him out of his haze, but he could only pitifully whine, realising just how much his knees were shaking, close to buckling under his weight. You'd stopped your punishment, but he still felt the phantom sting of your previous smacks.

"Well alright then. Take off the rest of your clothes and sit down on the bed." Embarrassingly enough, Minho wanted to scramble to follow your order, but his limbs just wouldn't cooperate, so he sluggishly turned and fought his shirt off while you sat in your chair silently and watched.

You waited until he was done and sitting down before you came to him, standing in front of him and taking in the state of him. And what a vision he made with his red eyes, tear tracks over his cheeks and lips bitten raw, all crimson and swollen. The once proud and cocky expression he wore during the game now changed into neediness and desperation. And that's what you liked to see.

His lips in particular caught your attention, and you found yourself tracing them with your thumb, mesmerised.

"Fuck, I kinda really want to fuck your throat..." You only mused that out loud, muttering it into the charged air between you, but the absolutely wrecked needy sound that escaped Minho's mouth surprised you both, judging by the blush suddenly spreading down his neck.

"Oh? You like that? Well, who am I to ruin your fun.."

You walked over to one of the huge built in closets, pulling a big box out and gingerly going through its contents. Minho saw glimpses of various sex toys and other kink related objects, and he decided he really didn't want to know why you had that here. Some things were better left unquestioned. And he wasn't even sure whether you'd like being questioned. He desperately didn't want to displease you.

When you found what you were looking for, you pulled it out with an exclamation of victory and finally let Minho see what he apparently asked for - a harness and a strap on dildo - huge, veiny and deep purple. He shuddered, and though he'd like to lie to himself and say it was apprehension, the way his dick jumped upon seeing it spoke a different story.

You had to take your dress off to put it on, and the vision of you in only your black lacy underwear, black heels and the strap on harness did something to Minho's brain. You just simply gestured to the ground by your feet, face curled into a beastly grin.

"Kneel."

And as simple as that, he was on the ground in front of you so fast he might have had carpet burns. You laughed at him, like he was pathetic. He felt pathetic, with his mouth already watering and filling with drool, jaw clenched because otherwise he'd already have it wide open, and he squirmed under your domineering eyes.

You grabbed him by his chin, gently, turning his face up and guiding his lips towards the tip of your dildo. "If you need to stop, tap my leg twice like this." You demonstrated and he nodded, hesitantly letting his lips kiss the cold silicone.

Minho had tried it with boys before, and he wasn't against it, but he'd never sucked a cock in his life, and he had no idea what to do, so he started slow. You didn't seem to mind, eyes keenly watching him as he licked the toy and kissed along it softly, familiarising himself with the veins and ridges. Your hand stayed on his face, holding him in place and gently guiding him.

But of course your patience would run out at some point, and soon your hand pulled him onto the dick, sliding it between his lips and teasingly always thrusting a little deeper, until it was kissing his throat and making him gag. This repeated a few times - you'd slide in, he'd gag and you'd pull out to give him a little break, until you took matters into your own hands - quite literally.

Grabbing his head, you took control of his movements, guiding him in a smooth motion.

"Don't panic, relax your throat," your words rang out and Minho fought to follow your instructions, eyes full of overwhelmed tears, "breathe through your nose. Deep breaths. There you go."

You felt his his throat relax, sliding in a little further - and Minho choked. But this time it was a good sound, all nicely wrapped up in a tiny moan, and you groaned in answer, thrusting a little harder the next time.

His face screwed into one of pleasure and you saw his thighs clench, mouth suddenly hungrily chasing after you every time you pulled out. You pumped your hips rhythmically, growing breathless as you watched him moan and choke on it, with every thrust taking a little more until his face was pressed into the leather of harness, gurgly moans slipping out.

It was enough to drive a saint mad.

And Minho loved it - you could see it in the way his red cock jumped and twitched, throbbing in his lap like it was about to burst without a single touch. You felt your own pussy, so wet and empty, squeezing and clenching around nothing while you guided Minho's pretty face to choke on your cock.

"Fuck, wish I could feel your throat, bet it's so fucking good," you groaned out breathlessly, picking up pace and roughly slamming in, Minho's eyes rolling back into his skull as he took it, fingers helplessly digging into the meat of your thighs.

You should have seen the warning signs, but truly you didn't think he'd be capable of something like that - when his moans doubled in frequence, growing higher, more desperate, more whimpery, his hips jumping abortedly as his cock throbbed and twitched with rising intensity, you thought nothing of it, enjoying the view of his face covered in tears and drool, cock slipping in and out of his mouth.

You thought nothing of it until suddenly Minho was cumming with a high-pitched raspy moan, cock spurting out thick streaks of jizz all over his stomach and thighs. You pulled out in shock, eyes appreciatively flying over the scene, over his fucked out ruined face and body covered in white as he panted with laboured breaths.

"Mistress..." he rasped out, voice all gone and scratchy, and your pussy throbbed so hard you were worried you might cum too. Instead you steeled yourself and smirked again.

"What a naughty boy you are, did I say you could do that?" Minho didn't seem to have much brain power to come up with an answer and he only whined, tired body winding down. "Get on the bed."

He still faithfully obeyed your commands, dragging himself to the king sized bed and dropping down like he was dead. Crawling in behind him, you signalled for him to turn over on his stomach and he did.

His ass and thighs were still a little red from earlier, and when you touched the skin, he jolted a little, whimpers falling into a pillow.

"Well, Mistress has to punish you now, again" you tsked at him, hand reaching for a bottle of lube and condoms standing on the nightstand. Pulling one over your fingers and warming some of the smooth liquid, you carefully reached down between his cheeks, running softly over the puckered rim and pushing on it. You would have been worried about his reaction, had it not been for the immediate groan tumbling out of his lips as his hips jerked into your fingers, back arching and begging for more.

"What a naughty boy you are indeed," you whispered, giggling in amazement. You truly found a gem tonight.

His hole had a little resistance to it, but with careful smooth movements you quickly slipped in, stretching him out on two fingers. You chose a slow sensual pace, winding him up again, pouring some fire back into his veins. You heard his breathy little sighs, hips moving in a rhythm with your fingers, rolling in little circles and slowly working them in deeper and deeper.

Once they slipped all in and you started up a faster pace, the sighs turned into pleased little moans, those that spoke of a complete satisfaction of having been filled up and fucked open, and you salivated at the prospect of fucking him soon. And when you managed to curl your fingers just right, hitting his prostate and punching out a loud moan out of him, your head almost spun with lust.

Minho took three of your fingers like a champ, rocking back onto them and trying to subtly grind his already hard again cock into the sheets - and you let him, even though he probably thought you didn't know. Soon he wouldn't have such a luxury anyway, so what's a few cheeky rubs now.

"Such a slut, I really had no idea who I stumbled upon, huh?" you teased some more, fucking your fingers in roughly and massaging his walls in a way you knew drove him crazy. His hips never stilled for a moment, chasing his pleasure mindlessly as he drooled into the white bedding.

"Don't worry baby, Mistress will fuck you good," you murmured, pulling out and ignoring his needy panicked whines at losing the stimulation.

Without losing a second you immediately reached over to get another condom, getting your cock all nice and wet and ready. Giving his ass cheek one last smack, you angled your hips and pushed in mercilessly.

The cock went in easy, his hole all nice stretched and covered in lube, and the reaction from Minho was instantaneous. You felt him tense underneath you, a little pained whimper falling out of his lips just as he pushed back hungrily and pulling you deeper inside.

You understood what he wanted perfectly, and wasted no second giving it to him just right. Pulling back, you thrusted back in forcefully, punching out a pained moan out of the man.

You set a ruthless pace, pounding into him and angling your cock just right to smack right into his prostate on every stroke. Minho cried and screamed underneath you, keeping his hips still and presenting for you like a bitch in heat, hungrily taking all the aching pleasure.

"H-hurts...!" he moaned into the pillow even as his hips shook with how much he strained them to be able to take more.

"Hurts? Does it baby?" you entertained him, smirking behind him.

"So- so goo-" he got choked up on a groan, drool shining on his chin, "it's so good! More!"

"Demanding, aren't you baby?" you mused out loud, slowing down so you could pound into him harder, "but you have to be a good boy and not cum until I tell you to."

You felt how his body immediately tensed under yours with the overflow of pleasure, and he sagged into the bed, only letting out content whimpers as you continued the tempo.

You yourself were growing breathless, the fucking taking a toll on you as well - you were better at controlling yourself, but the way the harness pressed into your clit with every movement, sliding with all the slick you produced, your own arousal was slowly growing to crescendo.

Minho shook under you, his whole body taut and hands helplessly grabbing onto anything he could reach.

"Please! I wanna cum! Please!" his voice was all raspy with desperation, hips jumping back into yours. You tsked at him loudly between quiet moans, one hand going to spank him again.

You knew it wasn't fair, especially not when he jerked underneath you with a debauched groan, desperation growing tenfold in him.

"Please! Mistress!" for a few more thrusts those were the only words that slipped out of him, an endless repeat of cries and pleading.

"Can you be a good boy? Can you listen?" you taunted again, sweat rolling down your body, hands slipping on his skin with the perspiration. You were so close, you needed to cum so bad.

"Yes! Yes!" he chanted, and he really took it well. You fucked forward a few more times, aiming to give more pressure on his prostate - and when Minho flailed under you with tortured groans, but still didn't cum, you decided to take mercy on him.

Movements tinged with your own desperation, you quickly pulled out and tore yourself out of the harness, stepping out of your panties as well in the process.

Minho was desperately whining on the bed, hips still in the air and begging for more, but you grabbed him and manhandled him onto his back, in rush putting a condom on for him before you mounted him and sunk on his cock, a pleased sigh leaving your lips while Minho cried with overstimulation and denied pleasure.

You felt how his entire body trembled, freezing every time you moved your hips, eyes wide and wet with tears.

Your lust catching up to you, you couldn't help yourself and ride him with reckless abandon, just chasing your pleasure and using him like your own fuck toy while he thrashed on the bed, hips chasing after your wet heat and inaudible nonsense spilling out of his red lips.

"Go on baby," you gritted out between breathless sighs and groans, "take what you need." You were so close you could almost taste your orgasm on your tongue.

But instead of cumming immeadiately as you expected him to do, Minho only cried harder underneath you, incomprehensible pleading filling the room.

"Hit- hit me! Please Mistress, hit me!"

To say you were shocked would be an understatement, but you couldn't hide how your cunt clenched on his cock at his demands, and you reached behind to caress the back of his thighs again, only to be stopped once more.

Minho grabbed your hand and without any preamble pulled it to his face, big begging eyes watching you bounce on his cock. The groan that spilled out of your mouth was absolutely beastly and you clenched on his cock so hard you both almost came.

But who were you to deny him?

Caressing his cheek briefly, you pulled back and delivered a sharp slap, watching his face screw up with pleasure, cock throbbing almost violently, so close to bursting.

It only took one more before Minho was arching under you, crying out as his cock twitched and throbbed inside you, spilling into the condom.

Watching his face bleed into ecstasy and feeling his orgasm so viscerally, hearing his blissed out cries, you felt yourself clench and then you were cumming on his cock as well, riding out your orgasm on his cock as the pleasure consumed you from inside.

Your bodies jerked together for a few more moments, lust riddled brains savouring every second of the liquid ecstasy flowing through your veins, before you slid down to the bed to his side, attempting to catch your breath.

The last thing Minho remembered were your soft whispers of praises you pressed into his naked skin with gentle kisses.

You smiled and let him, seeing no reason in waking him up. After all, he didn't have to hear you settle everything with the casino, letting them know that there was no debt to settle cause the money he lost was yours all along. He didn't need to know the truth.

When Minho limped home the next day, covered in bruises, back hurting like crazy but muscles slack in a way that only good sex could facilitate, he couldn't even look into his friends' eyes with shame.

Of course they were worried for him - he looked terrible and they could see the little winces he did with every fast movement. He looked like he'd gotten beaten up after losing all his money.

And Minho would let them believe that, until the end of his life. They didn't need to know the truth.

divider by @cafekitsune

[elryuse]

pls make a yandere rei fic, from a sports setting

Injured.

YANDERE REI X MALE READER

The ache in Rei's knee was a constant phantom throb, a cruel echo of the roar of the crowd that once cheered her name. Her once-pristine apartment mirrored the emptiness within her. Gone were the trophies, the motivational posters, replaced by a suffocating silence broken only by the relentless tick of the clock and the gnawing emptiness in her gut.

Her fall from grace had been swift and brutal. A misplaced landing, a sickening crack, and suddenly, the golden girl of Korean gymnastics was yesterday's news. The agency, once hovering like a pack of vultures, had become ghosts, their calls replaced by a chilling silence. Only Y/n, her ever-optimistic manager, remained a constant.

Y/n, with his perpetually rumpled suits and sunshine smile, was a lifeline in the storm. He brought her takeout on bad days, meticulously researched alternative therapies, and held onto the belief in her comeback with a fervor that mirrored her own, fading hope. He saw the fire in her eyes that others deemed extinguished, a flicker that warmed a tiny corner of her desolate heart.

But hope, like a fragile butterfly, was a delicate thing. The agency's silence spoke volumes. They were dangling her over another agency, a rising star named Minji. Beautiful, talented, and the daughter of a media mogul, Minji was everything Rei was not - a living, breathing embodiment of everything that had been stolen from her.

A cold dread coiled in Rei's stomach, a serpent awakening from a long slumber. The thought of losing Y/n, the only person who saw beyond the shattered athlete, was a terror that eclipsed the physical pain in her knee. The once fragile butterfly of hope morphed into a monstrous, possessive creature, its wings a chilling black.

The following days were a whirlwind of calculated actions fueled by a twisted cocktail of love, despair, and a chilling intelligence that had always lurked beneath Rei's dazzling smile. She delved into Minji's life, a spider meticulously weaving a web. Training schedules, social media habits, even the brand of protein bars Minji favored - everything became a weapon in Rei's warped arsenal.

One rainy night, the meticulously planned "accident" unfolded with horrifying efficiency. A strategically placed puddle, a shadowed figure, and a sickening crunch. Minji's scream, swallowed by the downpour, was a macabre symphony to Rei's twisted sense of justice.

With Minji sidelined, the agency, desperate to avoid a PR nightmare, revoked Y/n's transfer. Relief washed over him, tinged with a growing unease about Rei's sudden manic cheerfulness and the cloying sweetness of the lilies that now seemed to fill every corner of her apartment.

"Rei?" Y/n's voice was a tremor as he entered the apartment one evening. "Where have you been?"

She emerged from the shadows, a chilling smile playing on her lips. The once sterile apartment was now a shrine to her twisted love. Pictures of them, stolen from his social media, adorned the walls. News clippings about Minji's "accident" lay scattered on the coffee table, their bold headlines screaming of misfortune.

"Taking care of some… inconveniences," she purred, her voice a chilling caress. Her touch, once comforting, sent shivers of dread down his spine.

"You're mine now, Y/n," she whispered, her voice a terrifying melody. "We'll be happy together. Far, far away from everyone."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes, but they were not tears of relief. He was trapped, a prisoner not of chains, but of a love as beautiful as it was terrifying. As Rei bundled him into a waiting car, the lilies seemed to mock him with their oppressive fragrance. He wasn't going to a happy ending, but to a gilded cage, ruled by a love as beautiful as a serpent and as deadly as a nightshade bloom.

Days turned into weeks, then months. The world outside faded away, replaced by the confines of a secluded cabin nestled deep in the woods. The initial terror Y/n felt slowly morphed into a suffocating routine. Every day was a carefully orchestrated performance - forced smiles, shared meals, and nights spent under the watchful gaze of Rei's increasingly erratic behavior.

The once vibrant fire in her eyes had morphed into something cold and calculating. Gone was the athlete, replaced by a woman consumed by a possessive love that bordered on obsession. She'd meticulously recreated Y/n's old life within the confines of the cabin - a gym stocked with outdated equipment, a makeshift therapy pool, even a shrine dedicated to her "comeback."

The charade, however, began to crumble. The equipment gathered dust, the therapy pool remained unused, and the "comeback" shrine became a constant reminder of the life stolen, not just from Rei, but from Y/n. The yearning for his old life, the connection to the world outside, gnawed at him like a starving beast. He started leaving coded messages in online forums for athletes, desperate pleas for help disguised as motivational quotes.

One day, while "training" on the rusty equipment, Y/n noticed a loose screw on the weight bench. A spark of defiance flickered in his eyes. It was a long shot, a gamble, but it was his only hope. He spent the next few days subtly manipulating the screw, hoping for a catastrophic failure.

His chance came during one of their "therapy sessions" in the pool. With a practiced smile, Y/n lifted some weights. The loose screw gave way, sending the bench crashing down. Pain erupted in his shoulder, a scream ripped from his throat. Rei, startled by the noise, rushed to his side.

"What happened?" she shrieked, fear momentarily extinguishing the cold glint in her eyes.

Y/n, clutching his injured shoulder, saw his opportunity. "Help… help me get my phone," he gasped, feigning unconsciousness.

Rei, momentarily blinded by panic, scrambled to grab his phone. It was on the coffee table, lying open on a familiar athlete forum. Her eyes widened in horror as she read the cryptic message Y/n had left earlier that day: "Sun sets at 7:30. Help needed. West cabin, Maple Ridge."

The panic in her eyes turned to a chilling fury. Y/n, his heart hammering in his chest, knew he'd made a fatal mistake. Rei's smile, returning this time with a monstrous edge, sent a shiver down his spine.

"Looks like we need a new routine, Y/n," she whispered, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness. "One that doesn't involve disobedience."

As the sun dipped below the treeline, casting long shadows across the cabin, Y/n knew the nightmare was far from over. He had ignited a spark of defiance, but at what cost? He was trapped in a twisted love story, a prisoner in a gilded cage with a predator who now knew he was prey. The fight for his freedom, and perhaps his life, had just begun.

[pandorasword]

Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's Masterlist

Web article

June, 2023

The K-pop community is abuzz with questions and speculations as Chaeri, the only female member of BTS, and the leader of Ateez, Hongjoong, have not been seen together for quite some time. Adding to the intrigue, recent reports suggest that Chaeri's contract as Ateez's choreographer with KQ Entertainment has come to an end.

Fans are left wondering about the reasons behind Chaeri's departure from her role as the mastermind behind Ateez's captivating dance routines. While she proved her talent and left an indelible mark on the group's performances, the sudden silence surrounding her professional life is leaving many perplexed.

Furthermore, the once inseparable couple of K-pop is raising eyebrows with their apparent absence from each other's lives. No sightings, no public appearances together, and no social media interactions have fans concerned about the status of their relationship.

In a world where idols' every move is scrutinized, the mysterious circumstances surrounding Chaeri and Hongjoong's recent actions are only fueling the rumor mill. Fans are eager to know if there's a rift between the two or if they are merely keeping their personal lives private.

As the duo's fans eagerly await any updates or official statements, the K-pop world is on edge, hoping for clarity and reassurance. Until then, the question marks continue to grow, and the mystery deepens, leaving everyone to wonder what's next for Chaeri and Hongjoong.

Twitter: Search results on #Chaejoong

💭 The total lack of updates about Chaeri and Hongjoong is seriously, like, causing me to lose it! Seriously, somebody, anyone, pretty please, shower us with some news about our nation's couple 🥹

💭 I am totally convinced that they're taking a break from the spotlight to have some super sweet quality time together, just the two of them! 🥰💕 Ahh, my fangirl heart is bursting with happiness at the thought! 😻💖 I'm beyond excited for their comeback, 'cause I know they'll be back stronger and happier 🌟💪 Let's all send them all the love and support they deserve

💭 I can't even deal with the fact that Chaeri won't be Ateez's choreographer anymore ❤️‍🩹

💭 I'm keeping my fingers crossed for Chaeri and Hongjoong to surprise us with some good news soon! They've been through so much together

💭 It's strange not seeing them together lately. I hope they're both doing well and that their relationship is as strong as ever!

💭 I hope Chaeri's decision to leave the choreographer role was her own choice and not due to any conflicts with Hongjoong

💭 I hope the media will give them space and not speculate too much about their relationship. They deserve to have their privacy respected

💭 Honestly, I think Chaeri and Hongjoong would be better off without each other. They don't seem to fit together, and it's time they moved on

💭 I can't wait for them to break up. Maybe then we can stop hearing about their relationship and focus on the music

Hongjoong at the airport after the article was published

Twitter: Search results on #Chaejoong

💭 Hongjoong's response has me even more anxious. I hope everything's alright with Chaeri

💭 Those who are fans of Hongjoong know that that smile on his face is a facade. HE WAS REALLY NERVOUS

💭 Maybe it's just a private matter they don't want to share with the public. Let's trust they'll handle it together

💭 Stop saying he was upset because they broke up, the reporter was clearly invading his personal space and assuming false information, Hongjoong did wisely to ignore him

💭 I won't believe they broke up even if they release an official statement. they are THE match

💭 I hope they're taking care of each other. It must be hard for them to deal with rumors and speculation

💭 I hope Chaeri finally realized that she deserves better 🤡

💭 We should remember they're not obligated to share every aspect of their lives with us

Chaeri on Weverse

Bouncy Challenge

Comments section

💬 ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS

💬 Yunho and Mingi don't care if their captain and Chaeri are still dating, they will keep being their babies 😩

💬 lets all clap for this woman who, before leaving her role, blessed all of us by putting together this choreo

💬 The fact that she can perform male group choreography better than men 😮‍💨💀

💬 we deserved a challenge with Chaeri and Hongjoong

💬 BABE WAKE UP CHAERI BOUNCY CHALLENGE JUST DROPPED

💬 I WANT THE BEHIND THE SCENES OF THIS TIKTOK

taglist: @alixnsuperstxr | @bts-dream | @enchantingbrowneyedgirl | @ycuvi | @cosmicwintr

[lonely-lost-soul]

As the Tide Rolls In

Pt 1/10

Chapter One: New Moon 

Sun hated where he was; it smelled like foul chemicals, he couldn’t sense his litter mate, and worst of all, it was so very dark. He let out a distressed churr for his brother, body feeling unusually sluggish as the bad water entered the gills on his neck. The mer didn’t remember how he got here. One moment, he was swimming through the water with his brother, hunting for fresh food, and then utter darkness. Sun let out another distressed sound as he swam into a hidden wall, his webbed hands brushing against his temple; that’s when he heard a loud screech that sounded like his brother's distressed call. In response, he let out his distress call, and suddenly, the entire area rumbled. He then proceeded to ram himself against the invisible force separating them. In the dark, Sun had no energy, only chirping weakly, to which Moon responded with a snarl. Sun frowned. He couldn’t make out what exactly he was trying to tell him. He only put his hand up to the invisible blockade, and Moon placed his hand on the blockage they would soon learn was called glass. Sun took a breath and used the rest of his energy to pulse with soft yellow light, nonverbally communicating to his brother that he was okay and that they both would figure out a way out of this. He could see Moon’s bare his lips, showing off his teeth doubtfully as he pulsed his bioluminescent colors as a comeback to his own.

His brother thought the worst out of every situation, but surely they’d be okay. Once the bipedal creatures were done with them, surely they’d let the two mers go; it was only a matter of time. 

~Six Months Later~

“Shit, shit, fuck, fuck-” You sputtered, toothbrush in your mouth, the paste leaking from the corners as you shoved on your pants. As usual, you were running late. You had subconsciously snoozed about four of your alarms and were desperately trying to prepare for the first day on your job. Ever since childhood, you dreamed of being a marine biologist; working with marine life was the only job you’d accept, much to your parent's scolding. However, it just so happened that you, out of all the other students in your graduate class, were picked for a top-secret assignment at Afton and Son’s Aquarium. Thanks to your talents, you were at the top of your class, and the animals you helped as an intern could all be rehabilitated and released. You grabbed your keys and bolted out the door; running late for a top-secret project could irreversibly damage your reputation. Your old Subaru sputtered to life as you jammed your keys into the ignition, the rocketship keychain your dad got you clattering against the others on your lanyard. 

You practically burst into the front doors of the aquarium, scarring the poor secretary to pieces. Her blonde hair was tied in an old-fashioned pink scrunchy, and her chubby cheeks were stained a permanent peach. Hands rested on your knees as you fought to catch your breath. God, you needed a workout routine or something. “Um…are you alright?” She asked, her voice wavering; she was wringing her hands together as you picked your head up, hair falling around your face with a crooked smile. 

“I’m alright! I’m new,” you exclaimed, introducing yourself with an awkward wave. Your keys jingle from the key ring at your waist, and your backpack hangs loosely around your shoulders. 

“Oh!” The secretary chirps, “Welcome! I’m Chica!” her blonde hair bouncing as she spoke, “Mr. Afton has been waiting for you!” Her accent was a mix of Southern twang and a valley girl's. But her odd accent aside, your brain skidded to a stop hearing that THE Mr. Afton was here. 

You gawked. The big boss was here? Did you keep him waiting? Why was he here for you, the marine biologist student who got picked for this project? Couldn’t an average manager greet and instruct you on the whales, dolphins, or whatever you’d be working with? 

“Did I keep him waiting?” You voiced your thoughts, panic clear in your tone, and the secretary’s brow furrowed. 

“Oh no, pumpkin, don’t worry; you’re right on time. I’ll let him know you’re here if you want to head to the door to your left. Knock twice before entering, okay?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” You chirped back with a head nod before heading down to the large oak doors labeled, 

AFTON on a beautiful gold plaque.

Following the instructions you were given, you knocked twice on the door. There was shuffling inside the room and a loud, gruff cough before the door was open. The man on the other end was thin, almost unhealthily so; his hair was a dark chestnut, and his eyes were a startling shade of blue. He smiled at you, holding out his hand, and you noticed the scars littering his arms. 

“Newbie!” Mr. Afton seemed to cheer, “Welcome, come in!” He muses, leading you into the old air of his managerial office. “I hope I didn’t wake you too early; I know ‘ow college kids can be; my eldest is in school right now. Micheal, he’s around your age.” I nod as he converses; truthfully, you didn’t care much about Mr. Afton’s sons, but you bit your tongue and smiled at your boss. “Sit, sit, sit!” he ushers you to a big, bright blue chair with little jellyfish. You’ve always liked jellyfish; they were colorful, and there were many different species; maybe the secret project was jellyfish-related. The British man sits at his desk, crossing his arms over one another with a sly smile, “I’m so happy you accepted this opportunity. You don’t know how many people rejected it after hearing about it.” That comment gave you a bit of unease as you raised an eyebrow, “which is why we had to fudge the job application just a little bit.”

“Er…what do you-” 

“Don’t be alarmed.” Mr. Afton held up his hands in a surrender motion, “You’ll still get your thirty dollars an hour. You may need it for the hospital bills.”   

Money wasn’t your top concern, but having that much money in your pockets daily made you want to kiss your manager's feet. No more student loans! Wait, did he just say hospital bills?

“Since you already signed the base paperwork, you can meet the creatures you’ll be working with.” He stood up, grabbed a cane in the corner of the room, and urged you to follow him out of his office. You took a breath, reminding yourself that this is your dream, what you studied for, and that you could take on any challenge. He led you to a set of double doors labeled STAFF ONLY. “Remember the NDA you signed,” you nodded, “Meet Sun and Moon.” Mr. Afton sent you an almost crazed grin as he tossed open the doors. In front of you sat a giant tank that easily fit an orca. You stepped in, passing him, ignoring his childlike grin; inside the tank was a cave, some seaweed and shells, and a few stimulation toys. 

“So…what’s in here?”

“Dumb creatures…” Afton grumbled under his breath, but you caught it; you had to bite your tongue to stop from snapping at him for the comment. He walked forward and knocked on the glass with his cane; the lights flickered and dimmed only slightly as four pairs of eyes flashed to life in the cave. One pair was a striking blue and the other a piercing red; they were bioluminescent creatures, whatever they were. You stepped towards the tank curiously. The blue eyes widened and moved towards the entrance of the cave. You gawked, watching it swim toward the glass. It was a mermaid, a real-life mer right before you. They were lit with yellowish-orange bioluminescence colors; his face and body were humanoid, with a nose, eyes, and a lean torso. Instead of hair, their fins fanned out like the sun; scales dotted their face like freckles. He placed his webbed hands on the glass, and you heard them utter a churr and click curiously like a dolphin. You admired the fins on their arms, and your eyes trailed down to his tail; it resembled that of a butterfly koi. 

Ethereal. 

You reached out and placed your palm against the glass against theirs. As you did, you saw them visibly bristle and hiss before scurrying back into their cave. 

“You have a fucking mermaid?”

“Mermaids, my dear. And language, this is a family friends establishment.”

“TWO?!” You gawked, completely baffled, but Mr. Afton just looked proud of himself, “how? Where did you find them-“

“I’ll send you over all the paperwork. Since you’re starting today, I’ll give you a brief rundown. Sun and Moon are from the same clutch of eggs; we’ve gathered much from the vet techs working with them. You’ll probably meet him tomorrow. His name’s Freddy, you'll like him, everyone likes him.” Afton once more got off track. This time, you interrupted,

“Sun and Moon…”

“Ah, right, right. They’re both male of their species; both are on the more aggressive side. Sun is more curious and, so far, has been the most willing to make contact; Moon, however, only comes out when it’s dark or no one’s looking. He’s reclusive and has an even worse temper than Sun; we think he could be nocturnal. He causes the most incidents…” Mr. Afton pursed his lips, “with their past trainers and caretakers. He’s killed the most. Sun’s injured a good plenty of his mind you. But you’ll be fine, I’m sure of it; we’ve learned from their deaths. God rest their souls.” 

“Holy shit…” you breath, “real life mermaids…”

“Yes. Yes. You aim to care for them, handle feeding, and clean them if they eventually let you. Our overarching goal is for you to become their trainer and open them up for shows to the public. Much like some of the dolphins we have here.”

That gave you pause, “I thought this was a rescue and rehabilitation aquarium…”

“Normally, it is for the bigger sea creatures, but…these two.” He pats the tank, “There are exceptions. They’re the only mermaids humans have ever made contact with, so for the greater good, they’ll stay with us purely for research. We don’t know much about their diet either, as they refuse to eat until it’s strictly necessary.” Afton hummed, “I can’t stop you from doing whatever you think is appropriate to try to bond with them. However, I discourage you from getting into the water with them now. Accidents and all that. Welp!” He clapped his hands, “I’ll leave you to get acquainted with them. You’ll find everything you need on the observation platform. Good luck, kiddo.” With that, you watched your boss spin on his heel and exit the exhibition, leaving you alone in a dim room with a cold chill in the air and two mermaids. You’d have to look over the emails he sent you; you wondered if they even were from colder waters or if they just assumed, because of their bioluminescence, they were native to the deep sea. You climbed the metal steps; they creaked beneath your feet. You would need to physically examine some things, their teeth, for example, to see if they were meat eaters and what meat they even needed to digest. You stood on the platform looking into the murky water of the tank, your nose scrunched up, wondering how often this tank gets clean. Wandering over to the edge, you saw blue eyes peering up at you once again; you knelt on the lip of the tank. 

“Hi, Sun,” you greeted, saying your name; you were sure they had some intelligence, but could they understand you? That in and of itself was another question. Bubbles came from his mouth as he swam closer to the top of the tank, “Hungry?” You questioned, and all he did was flick his tail at you lowly, grumbling. You turned and pulled the cooler of fish towards you. He swam a bit closer, and you saw an arm shoot out from inside the cave, dark blue and covered in spines, stopping Sun in his tracks. The mer, who could only be Moon, trilled lowly, and you heard it reverberate in your skull, making your eyes feel heavy. Sun shook his hand off and breached the surface. The top of his face fins dropped as he stared at you from just above the water's surface. As you opened the cooler, you immediately gagged; the fish was far from fresh; no wonder they barely ate. “I’m going to get you some fresh food tomorrow. Promise,” you crossed your heart, holding the smelly fish out to him. He eyed you suspiciously, with another trill from down below from Moon; you opened your mouth to speak again to try to talk to him when he lunged. You pulled your hand back just in time for Sun to clamp down on the fish with his razor-sharp teeth.

Sharp teeth. Large. Hunts other mammals for food.

He pulled the fish below the water, smirking slyly at you as he tore it in half, tossing the other down to his brother. He blew bubbles in your direction again, letting out a low trill. 

You flex your fingers; if you hadn’t pulled your hand away, it’d be gone, you were sure of it. 

“It’s okay. We’ll keep trying,” You said out loud, unsure if it was toward the mers or yourself. You brought your eyes to look at him again. Sun was still staring at you as he brought the fish head into his mouth, shredding it to pieces before eating whatever remained. He swallowed and stuck his tongue out at you, long and orange. In a moment of impulsiveness, you stuck your tongue in retaliation; you saw briefly how his body and eyes pulsed with light as his grin widened. Sun giggled before catching himself; he covered his mouth with his hands, diving back into his cave and shaking his fins.

He wanted to play. On some level, he wanted to bond. He could understand you and your gestures. Now, you were able to form a plan. You stood up, placing your hands on your hips, and grinned wildly. 

It was time to put your degree into practice. 

Operation Bond with Sun is a Go.

—

Sun whined as Moon kicked sand up in his face with his tail, “I am not eating that.” Moon hissed, curling more and plunging deeper into the cave, his spines vibrating as he pushed the bottom half of the fish away. 

“Come on, Moony,” Sun whined, “you gotta eat.” 

“No. Not from no tails, never.”

“You’re starving yourself! You haven’t eaten in weeks and need more than I do! This one seems different; she smells like the sea.” Sun said eagerly, swimming closer to his brother, who hissed and swatted at him again. 

“They’re all bad.” Moon snapped spitefully, “They did this to us, want to make us a spectacle.” He hissed, baring his pointed teeth. “I’d rather die.” 

“Don’t say that!” Sun wrapped his arms around Moon, who growled and squirmed woefully, “We’ll get out of here!” That’s when Moon stilled, 

“Yeah…yes.” Moon hummed as he spun to face Sun. Letting him lie on his stomach, his brother tilted his head. “You need to make friends with the new human…” he hummed, eyes crinkling at the corners, “Gain their trust. Get her on our side, then when the moment is right.” He held up his clawed hands, creating a few bubbles before snapping his hands shut around the bubbles, snuffing them out. “Manipulate her into helping us escape; then we kill her and this place behind.” 

“I don’t know…” Sun trailed off, “That sounds a little dangerous…”

“Didn’t you say she was different, hm? That’s what you said, right? You can do this, Sun, and you’re likable and a good actor. Make her trust you.” Moon churred at his brother, who always fell victim to praise of any kind, “Any means necessary.”

“Any means?”

“Any.” 

“Okay! Okay!” Sun chirped, slamming his fist into his hand, “I got this. Moon, we’ll be out of here in no time!” 

Moon hummed pleasantly; he’d be there, of course, as always, to watch and protect his brother if the human decided to hurt him. She’d end up like all the others if she played her cards wrong, made one wrong move against Sun, and your head would be floating at the top of your tank, detached from your body.

Operation Freedom was a Go.

~~~~

FNAF time chapters are already planned out, so she will be finished and updated regularly hopefully. As always comments, and art are welcome!

[yourdearheartspace]

“and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?”

― Charles Bukowski

(freedom)

days of incomprehension, denial, crying;

days that started and ended with antidepressants;

20 books;

11 months of working out, 5 workouts a week, periodic runs;

11 months of journaling, 261 Word pages, rare meditations;

7 museums;

6 months employed at the best job;

5 cities;

2 devil kittens;

2 movings and a comeback to my favourite city;

studying QA, Python, and web development;

thousands of small steps in order to prove to myself that I can do everything;

fulfillment of my wishes, self-care;

learning to be in harmony with myself, trust myself, and keep promises to myself;

finally learned to be on my own and feel comfortable about it.

[yuncheoligans]

Promise

A/N: Hi guys okay this is my first story. Its just a little oneshot. Thanks to @theaufanartist for reading it first!! ❤️❤️ I'm really nervous. I couldn't decide who to write about at first so I just went with who I thought about while writing. I have more in the works but they're definitely going to be longer than I anticipated. Let me know what you think!

Warnings: None but I could be wrong. I really just tried to write fluff!

Pairing: Yunho x Reader

Masterlist

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Jeong Yunho, Stage name: Yunho, Birthday: March 23rd, 1999, Zodiac Sign: Aries, Height: 185cm (6’1”), Weight…

“WEIGHT?!” I screamed looking at the web page again. “First of all, that's so creepy and second, who cares?”

“y/n?!” said the 185cm man who just ran into the living room of our shared apartment. “What’s wrong? Why are you yelling?” He looked at me with a pout.

“Nothing just internet stalking you like I do every month, did you know kprofiles has your weight listed?” I held up my computer.

“Why did I think it was going to be an actual emergency?” Yunho let out a sigh as he sat on the couch next to me. “You can’t just scream like that. It makes me worried you’re hurt.”

“Aww does someone care about lil ole me?” I smiled up at him.

“As your secret idol boyfriend I absolutely do.” he smiled back at me as he pulled me into him from my spot on the couch.

“And what about as my not secret idol boyfriend?”

“Yes he cares about you too.” he kissed the top of my head. “Are you done stalking me on the internet now that I’m right here?”

“For now.” I closed my laptop and set it on the coffee table.

Yunho and I grew up together, the Jeong’s were my neighbors when I was a kid and since Yunho and I are the same age we were practically forced to hang out by our parents….although a few years down the line we stopped hating it so much. Yunho was my best friend, we could never stay apart for long even after he moved to Seoul. I remember when he left Gwangju in high school, of course he left right as I figured out that….maybe I liked him a little more than just my best friend. I didn’t want to hold him back from doing what he wanted. I was never one to be selfish, so I let him go. I would come visit as often as I could with school and getting a part-time job. I hated asking my dad for money all the time. It was weird my last visit 4 years ago ended with me staying, I just had finally had enough of being apart from him. My dad convinced me to just do what made me happy. I moved to Seoul for University and got an internship as a stylist at KQ.

The guys, especially Mingi, would tease Yunho all the time for his crush on me. I think they figured it out before he did. Well that’s what they’ll say, sometimes I think Yunho was scared to “ruin” things.

“Starshine, where’d you go?” The man next to me pulled me back from my daydream.

“Hmm?” I looked up at Yunho who was rubbing my arm. “Sorry just reminiscing. What’s up?”

“I asked what you wanted for dinner?”

“Oh, Fried Rice? I have a lot of leftover rice I should use and various things.”

“Sounds perfect.” he smiled.

Yeah 4 years together does sound perfect.

Yunho does his best to keep me protected from the limelight. Stay a little mysterious, doesn’t mean I don’t see the hate comments, or the tweets or anything bad. Sometimes they hurt a little more than I should let them, I mean these people don’t know me but….you still don’t want to hear or read that you’re hurting your boyfriend's career.

“Our anniversary is coming up!….4 years!” Yunho called out from the living room.

“I know dummy. I wouldn't forget it.”

“I can’t wait to give you your gift!!”

“Is it you in that tight black sweater?”

“No…..I could make it a part of that I guess!”

“I’d like that!” I called back after finishing up dinner. “Now get in here and eat.”

~~🌹~~

We had to work the day of our anniversary. There was a comeback soon so we had to finalize the designs for the outfits. The boys were in dance practice all day but we stole them a few times to measure and look at fabrics. Not the most stressful day but you know what they say, the calm before the storm. Yunho had worn that black sweater originally but I knew he wasn’t going to dance in it all day, he’d definitely overheat and pass out and then I’d be upset. He did wear it for me though. He also bought dinner for us to have at the studio since we were going to be running late. It’s not the most romantic but we’ll celebrate formally when we have time, you’d think he’d figure out that as long as he’s there that’s all I want.

The stylist team and I had finally finished our schedule for the day, unfortunately or…fortunately the boys were still practicing. So I had popped in like normal to wait until they finished. Yunho of course had the biggest grin when he saw my head peek through.

“Y/N!!!!” A chorus of boys yelled.

“You act like I haven’t seen any of you all da-aaAYY Yunho! Put Me Down!” I squealed being lifted off the ground.

“I missed you.” he said, putting me down cupping my cheek.

“You saw me 3 hours ago for dinner.” I chuckled.

“I miss you everytime.”

“Aww Yuyu.”

“Pffft Yuyu.” Wooyoung and Yeosang chuckled quietly behind the man at his nickname.

“You only do that to embarrass me.” Yunho rolled his eyes.

“And it works every time!” I smiled and pecked his lips which he hungrily returned full force.

“Okay just one more song to practice. Watch us pleaseeee” he pouted and squeezed my hand.

“Okay okay, not like I’m going anywhere.” I nodded and went to sit down before Yunho practically threw a chair right next to the camera that was filming them.

“There please!”

I gave him a knowing look, he was up to something. All the guys gave each other a nod. I see this is part of a surprise he had planned.

The music had started and it was one of my favorites. Of course I’d say that about any of their songs if I’m honest. However, the song was Promise, it's surely one of the more love song…songs. I watched as they did the choreography I’ve seen a million times (and probably done in my living room while Yunho was in the shower.) The lyrics hit me the way they always do, especially when I can’t help but feel like Yunho is performing this one for me. It’s the final chorus, just before that outro when Yunho takes a suspicious walk over to his jacket hanging on the wall hoping he was quick enough I wouldn’t notice. Jongho and San are finishing their part before they all part like the sea and Yunho walks to the front….Well that’s different from the original…….

“No one take you down.” San had finished.

Why is…..Why is Yunho….on….his….knee….

“Y/N. Starshine.” Yunho started. “When I first left to come to Seoul I didn’t understand why it hurt so bad to see you standing on the platform. I understood those feelings more and more every time I had to say goodbye when you’d leave again- ``''Yunho, if you're doing what I think you are, I really need you to ask faster.” I said tears already forming in my eyes.

“Let me finish!” he smiled. “I don’t ever want to go a day without you by my side any more. Remember what I said, I won’t let go of your hand. I promise you. Y/N, I love you will you-” “YES!” I jumped on him.

“You didn’t let me finish.” he chuckles but I was already crying into his shoulder.

“You ask too slow, and you used song lyrics.” I said through the happy sobs. “It doesn’t change my answer anyways. It’ll always be yes.”

No matter what darkness you walk in

Even if the only road is blocked on all sides

Remember what I said

I won't let go of your hand

I promise you.

❣️

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How close does it have to be to count as a tie

Okay so originally I would have said that the polls have to show up as exactly 50/50 on my Android version of the Tumblr mobile app

I do occasionally get decimal points on polls, which would make that... Harder to do, but for the sake of this ask and the Tumblr user's love of sex, I decided to look back at the previous polls I've run on this blog to determine what the smallest margin I've allowed to win was without doing a tiebreaker

Because like... If I let S and X tie because they were within 1% of each other, then that wouldn't be fair to any poll I've done before that had a difference of less than 1% that didn't get the chance to tie and one letter just moved on to the next round if that makes any sense

... Unfortunately that does not give you much wiggle room

The closest poll we've ever had on this blog was in the very first round when I pitted 3 against C, and 3 won by the very very VERY narrow margin of 0.02% according to my phone, which is what I'm using to determine the results, regardless of if it says a slightly different percentage on web Tumblr or something because I've seen various other bracket blogs run into issues like that before

Because I did not let 3 and C tie despite the fact that they were within 0.2% of each other, and so therefore having anything equal to or more than that could potentially be seen as playing favorites as that might have changed the way people voted in the polls, I must unfortunately declare that that means you all must get S and X to be within 0.1% of each other if not get an exact tie in order for E to make a comeback so SEX can win letter of the year

This means S can be 50.1% and X can be 49.9%, the two can be evenly split 50% and 50% or X can be 50.1% and S can be 49.9%

Anything other than those three results, whoever the winner is will be declared the 2023 letter of the year, and you all will have to wait until March 2024 in order to attempt another SEX sweep

[mortul]

introducing the general information about one christoph dowell-- this will be a post detailing what the public knowledge on him is, and it'll also talk semi-public/private aaand private details, as well! please consider this post in a state of perpetual development.

PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE ON "JOHN ROE": (this is knowledge anyone can access, learn, andor know.)

do not call him by his actual, government name while he's on the job-- anonymity is of the utmost importance in his line of work. for this reason, christoph'll most likely introduce himself to others as john roe. personally, i don't really care too much what the narration refers to him as (this is mostly to avoid confusion.) but, in terms of what the actual muse knows, they'll know him as john roe only.

you can employ him on the deep web, while using the ever-popular tor browser. there is an entire network of assassins that christoph is affiliated with, and he's usually one of the first faces you'll see.

if you are in need of his services, be prepared to pay a hefty amount. he is not cheap, doesn't accept any kind of bartering, and always takes cash before the hit. the process itself is pretty simple; all you do is fill out the provided form and wait for a response. christoph usually establishes contact in a day or two, after the information is processed by and communicated through his info broker. by then, payment is required before the job, done through an external service his broker graciously "offers".

the network he is apart of is known only as the assassin's bureau, and it does have a base of operation. somewhere. it's underground, at least.

he is exceptionally hard to kill. and even more-so, he is obnoxiously and deeply resourceful. anything that is within reach, he can and will turn into a weapon-- this is one of many reasons he's a popular choice.

loves smoking luxury cigars as a civilian but smokes cheap, gas station cigarettes while on the job.

as a civilian, he's comfortably rich and acts accordingly. while not outright flaunting his luxury and privilege, christoph is the proud owner of more than just a few gucci-brand accessories-- these primarily revolve around lighters, cigar cases, shoes, and a random spread of clothing. with that in mind, yes, his favorite luxury brand is gucci. his second favorite is versace. honorable mentions include dior, hermès, and fendi.

resides in dallas, texas. feel free to say hi if you see him!

SEMI-PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE ON "JOHN ROE": (this is information those within the bureau, be it as an employee or employer, would know.)

his first name is christoph, but assassin etiquette dictates that nobody refers to their fellow assassin as their actual name. their code name/alias suffices, unless they happen to cross paths within the underground circuit.

his first hit was an absolute fucking disaster, and it's a miracle he managed to kill the guy in the first place. many consider it a fluke, but christoph's more than managed to prove that he is, in fact, the guy.

there is no real "ranking" system within the bureau, but christoph is considered a top contender within the circuit regardless. the website automatically filters based off of perceived popularity, with "john roe" being spotted in the first-to-second rows on the first page consistently. however... if you were to filter based off of affordability, he's going to be in the waaaay back. his fellow assassins love giving him (sometimes playful, sometimes legitimate.) shit about this, and he always has a snappy comeback such as, "i make it worth it, though! my client always get th'results they want."

SEMI-PRIVATE KNOWLEDGE ON CHRISTOPH DOWELL: (this is generalized information, disregarding the assassin world, that certain individuals would know about christoph, within reason.)

those supernaturally inclined are capable of gathering that christoph simply isn't human. to what extent, however, depends on their own perception skills and what amount of "tells" christoph himself chooses to give. most of the time, the default assumption seems to be zombie or reanimated.

anyone who is aware of what a ghoul is will most likely be aware of how one is made: somebody fucked up a satanic ritual somewhere, somehow. ghouls are a byproduct of a ritual gone awry, always being killed after the intended sacrifice was already brought forth and killed first.

hey, why the hell can he still walk around with his head cut clean off of his neck? and oh my god, why is he asking me for some duct tape and to "come help him for a sec"?

john roe obviously isn't his real name, but he'll take a while to actually reveal his name. and when he does, he refuses to be called "chris"-- it's a long story, weigh down by some heavy baggage and that's as much as he'll disclose.

he likes men. this will seem redundant, but he loves reminding people. in addition to this, he's also married and wears the wedding ring proudly, flashing it occasionally should the opportunity arise.

he prefers smoking luxury-brand cigars, sitting out in his private suite's pool, and losing five of the ten rounds of a video game he's supposed to be really good at. he does, in fact, have a high-end gaming computer, and he maintains regular upkeep on it. tallying up its current worth, it's somewhere in the 4000-to-5000 american dollar range. he loves that machine.

speaking of said suite, it's actually an apartment on the topmost floor of the complex. it's one of those places that as soon as you set foot inside, you just know the owner is made entirely out of nothing but money.

actually has a semi-decent landlord, but it's mostly because said landlord is a bit of an eccentric guy and christoph matches his energy quite well.

he occasionally dabbles in drag as an art form, every so often performing at nearby nightclubs under the pseudonym scab. his style mostly resembled that of genderfuck and embraced said nature. his performances are normally well-received, being noted as high-energy and crowd-focused. in spite of this, he rarely stayed after the show and would only linger behind-the-scenes for as long as he was required before leaving. this is something both the regulars and club has simply accepted about him.

PRIVATE KNOWLEDGE OF CHRISTOPH DOWELL: (this is information those christoph trusts fully would know, including his family, husband, and similar. if this wasn't discussed between us privately or revealed to your muse personally, there will be ZERO access to this information.)

he struggled with commitment, with his marriage to one leontios dowell (he took his surname, isn't that just the sweetest thing?) being christoph's first, real committed relationship in, well, years. christoph, prior to, would partake in the occasional one-night stand and ensured it stayed as casual as possible.

his first concert was an avril lavigne concert. second was for christina aguilera. he actually loved both experiences and would go again if ever given the chance.

fought for his absolute goddamn life against his husband's sister, aelita, over one of the weirdest misunderstandings ever (long story.) and involved her smashing a tv over his head. he still hasn't forgiven her for that.

with regards to his trauma, only his family (and this does include his husband.) are aware of the details. but even then... christoph is still stingy on the full story, only recently revealing it in full to leontios and only leontios.

[galaxymagick]

231121 realvixx🐦

@realvixx

[📜NEWS] 빅스 "4년 2개월 만의 컴백, 늘 갈망하고 목말라했던 활동" ▶️ https://naver.me/xRPHvq6r ▶️ https://naver.me/Fu6maG3x 빅스 #VIXX #CONTINUUM #Amnesia #20231121_6PM

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📜VIXX “Comeback after 4 years and 2 months, an activity I have always longed for and thirsted for” [Interview ①]

Group VIXX expressed their feelings about their comeback after four years and two months.

VIXX recently met with Ten Asia at a cafe in Seocho-dong, Seocho-gu, Seoul, and told a story.VIXX returned to the fans' side with their fifth mini album "CONTINUUM" in four years and two months.How do you feel about coming back to your fans after a long time?

Ken said, "It feels new to see you on stage after four years.I really wanted to see the fans and I was looking forward to it while preparing for the album."I was excited about what the fans would have expected and how they would feel, and I prepared with a good heart among the members," he said.

Hyuk said, "I'm so excited because it's been almost four to five years since I was on a music show, and I know that the fans will be as excited as I am."It's a continuation of those days these days.As I think about coming back with a more mature appearance, I'm waiting for the preparation with half-worried and half-anticipated responses and whether you'll like the performances and music we've prepared."

Leo, Ken, and Hyuk are all busy with personal activities such as plays and musicals.Nevertheless, what is the driving force behind the comeback?

Leo said, "It's both a thirsty part and a long-awaited activity.In particular, it is our values melted in the name of the album, and I thought we should continue to create values for continuity.So I don't think there was much difficulty in preparing the album," he said.

Hyuk expressed his gratitude, saying, "I think it was possible because each member existed and there were fans who believed in us, despite the physical limitations of being busy regularly and being physically and mentally."

Ken said, "Honestly, it was so hard, but it was so good."It reminded me of the old days, so I had a burning heart."

How could they continue their desire to return to VIXX?

Leo said, "I think it's different for each member, but they had the same things in common.Because we are happy on stage, we had no choice but to play as artists, and those achievements and processes were able to protect us, so we wanted to be together as VIXX.We are close to each other," he said confidently.

Meanwhile, VIXX's fifth mini album "CONTINUUM" will be released on various music sites at 6 p.m. on the 21st, and the solo concert "VIXX LIVE FANTASIA" will be held at Jangchung Gymnasium in Seoul on December 9th and 10

📜[Interview] VIXX, 11 years of joy, sorrow and pleasure...There's nothing wrong with the three of us.

After 4 years and 2 months of hiatus, new album. Take off the "concept idol" and put on more weight. Leader N is absent due to his personal schedule. "Three of us can fill up more than that".

[Seoul = Newsis] Reporter Choo Seung-hyun = When they first came out to the world under the name of "VIXX," the six-year-old became four after 11 years.It has been four years since they were scattered due to membership withdrawal, agency transfer, individual activities, and military service. They gathered under the name VIXX again.It is to show that it is firmly in place.

VIXX will make a comeback with its fifth mini album "CONTINUUM" on the 21st.It released a single "Gonna Be Alight" in January to mark its 10th anniversary, but it has been four years and two months since its official album.It is also the first album released by Leo, Ken, and Revolution 3.Leader N (Cha Hak-yeon) was unable to participate because of her scheduled schedule, such as filming a drama.Leo thought of his fans first, saying, "We had four years and two months to release an album at this time.""N already had works to do, so I couldn't do it together, but he wanted to do it so much.""The timing was not right," he said.

There was also a sign of disappointment among some fans.This is because there has been a long absence of a leader."I'm sorry to disappoint you," N said in a handwritten letter after reading such feelings. "I'm truly grateful and sorry to the three members who still recognize me as the eldest brother of VIXX and worry about me together."I'm already in my 30s, but I won't forget that my roots are VIXX, and I'll do my best to repay you with a good look," he said.

"N may feel sorry for the fans, but I hope you don't feel too much pressure from the members.Some people may sound sad, but I hope you like N more.We're friends and older brothers, so we're going to be more disappointed in ourselves." (Leo)

Not everyone can be together in physical time, but VIXX is connected.I put such a message in the album "Continuity," which means continuum.They say that they are constantly growing even when they are alone, which is the constant development of the team.Leo said, "There are members who want to learn out of a radical desire.I was surprised to see the youngest Hyuk, and now he is good enough to sing the chorus, he said. "At some point, I'm not hiding the lack of members, but each of them has grown in size, so I changed to 'you can show it even if it's not me'."

The members' growth and strengthened personality can be felt in the title song "Amnesia."It is a medium tempo song based on R&B that features the dreamy vocals of the three members.The lyrics, "We end up attracting each other even in distorted memories," represent VIXX's situation.It was a little out of showing the team's color that was so unrivaled that it was called a "concept idol."

"It would be a lie if I didn't have a sense of duty about 'concept idol'.But I didn't want to melt something symbolic.The genre of K-pop has become something that has to be modified.I didn't think it was progressive for us to follow the trend again.I tried to bring VIXX's own identity, weight, and darkness to life the actors' moments.I melted something cinematic and noir into the music video." (Hyuk)

His strong performance was saved for ten minutes.He emphasized masculinity with choreography using the members' physicality.The choreography team Free Mind and Wiedam Boyz Bata collaborated.The members said in unison, "The performance difficulty is high.""One of the issues I faced was how I could fill the weight of the title and name VIXX.There were a lot of parts that we didn't do well in this choreography, so we tried to fill it up with the amount of practice.When I saw the video, I said, "It's good." (Leo)

During the hiatus, I also experienced a different culture in the music industry.Hyuk said, "I only heard of the challenge through rumors.We had to go into the rumor and face it, but I was worried about what to do by learning it on the day," he said. "I'm trying to enjoy it in the situation with seniors and juniors."He said, "I'm combative and open-minded.""Ken has a lot of greed for variety shows.It feels like we can't adapt to the new culture, but YouTube contents have been activated these days, he said, adding, "I want to give memories to those who expect various aspects of Bix."

A solo concert will also be held at Jangchung Gymnasium in Seoul from the 9th to the 10th of next month.It's been a long time since we performed, but all seats were sold out on both days."We're people too, so if it wasn't for the pressure, it's a lie.As much as you've waited for us for a long time, the fans' interest in us and wanting to run around makes us more excited.The moment a singer can't forget is the stage.Someone might be worried."How should the three of us fill it?"We can do well enough, we can fill in more than that." (Leo)

It is a difficult process in many ways, but the teamwork has become stronger.For a long time now after being a trainee, they have become brothers and have been reading each other's hearts."Team activities may seem like only releasing albums, but individuals have to give up on various schedules starting from performances.When I saw that other members also showed their will for the team and appreciation for their activities, I felt a sense of stickiness.We were together when we had the best time, but we also spent the saddest and most difficult times in our 20s." (Hyuk)

VIXX will face another hiatus.This is because Hyuk has not yet fulfilled his duty of defense.This album could be like a stepping stone to determine the direction of VIXX in the future."I can't just value performance, but I think things that are gradually accumulating will work.Considering the genre and activities, I feel like I'm at a new starting point." (Hyuk)

"Fans must have been looking forward to the comeback for four years and wondering when it would come out.I always said, "Don't get hurt and see you in good health."I really want to tell you that I missed you so much." (Ken)

[shadowwingtronix]

How To Deploy The 616 Spider-Army

BW Media Spotlight tries to figure out How To Deploy The 616 Spider-Army

Spider-Man is having something of a comeback as Marvel’s flagship superhero. Movies, video games, a…preschool kids show, and a whole lot of other people with spider-powers lately. Wait, doesn’t that last one diminish Peter as Spider-Man? If everyone has the same but greater powers than Peter Parker, what does that make him? As Julia Carpenter, the current Madame Web, once stated: “…my…

[kudosmyhero]

The Amazing Spider-Man (vol. 1) #53: Enter: Dr. Octopus!

Read Date: January 08, 2022 Cover Date: October 1967 ● Writer: Stan Lee ● Penciler: John Romita ● Inker: Mike Eposito ● Colorist: {uncredited} ● Letterer: Artie Simek ● Editor: Stan Lee ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● starting off with JJJ shouting. Good to see he's recovered from his misadventures last issue ● Flash is a simp for Spider-Man and I'm here for it ● (pg 4) Peter changing into civvies and hoping not to get caught. Professor Warren walks into the gym in time to see Parker climbing the rope

● Professor Warren invites Peter and a guest to a science expo. Pete invites Gwen. ● (Pete is finally becoming much kinder than he used to be. Was that Steve Ditko's misanthropy coming through? Was he a misanthrope?) ● Harry annoyed by Pete's comings and goings ● oh boy, Pete and Flash butting heads again ● (pg 6) there's a missile "nullifier" at the expo ● Peter Tingles are happening and Gwen notices the change in her date's demeanor ● that machine is quite… magenta ● (pg 7) Doc Ock has entered the chat ● (pg 8) those tentacles spinning at speed would be terrifying and deadly ● Spidey's here! ● I want cloaks to make a comeback

● (pg 12) "If I drop it--dozens will be crushed!" - the nullifier ain't that big, though… ● Spidey plants a tracer on Doc Ock then goes after the nullifier before it can fall on someone ● (pg 15) Doctor Octopus makes it back to his lab, still blinded by web fluid. The web fluid dissolves and he notices the tracer. ● Spider-Man changes back to Peter at the expo and rejoins Warren and Gwen ● Gwen is delighted to see him, which is a nice change. Last time they were somewhere where danger happened and Peter disappeared, she called him an unmitigated coward for running away. …Or was that Liz Allen? I can't remember for sure now. ● The Coffee Bean is a new hangout, and I gotta share this sign!

● Flash, Harry, and M.J. are here. I'm beginning to love this little friend group and it makes me sad to think about what is in some of their futures. ● omg Aunt May and Mrs. Watson are here, too! They tell Peter that they just placed an ad for a boarder for Anna Watson's extra room. ● (M.J.'s black, purple, and orange top is super cute!) ● Peter uses the excuse of walking the older women out to slip the group and get back to his Doctor Octopus debacle ● In Doc Ock's lair, he created a replica of himself in front of the control panel. I'm guessing he's going to lie in wait for Spider-Man to arrive. ● (pg 18) Spidey Sense warns him of a trap ● (pg 19) ka-BLOOM! ● See? Cloaks are cool. They add an aire of mystery. ● Preview of next issue: Doc Ock answering Aunt May and Mrs. Watson's ad for a boarder ● 👏👏👏

Synopsis: Spider-Man reads the latest front page story of the Daily Bugle while hanging out front of the building. He's not surprised to see that Jameson has painted himself the hero and Spider-Man a menace following the death of Frederick Foswell at the hands of the Kingpin. Noticing Spider-Man is hanging outside his office window, Jameson shouts at the hero for distracting his employees. The wall-crawler responds by mocking Jonah's newspaper and tossing his copy into the irate publisher's face. Realizing that he is running late for classes, Spider-Man rushes to Empire State University. His arrival is spotted by Gwen Stacy and Flash Thompson, the latter is excited to see his long time hero. They are soon joined by Harry Osborn, who asks them if they have seen Peter Parker recently, as he is fed up of his roommate is never around to take his messages. As Harry grumbles about being Peter's personal secretary, Spider-Man slips into the empty gymnasium to change back into his civilian identity. He is almost caught in the act by Professor Miles Warren. To cover up his presence in the gym, Peter quickly scales up one of the ropes while he tucks the rest of his costume away under his clothing. Climbing down to meet Warren, he learns that his professor wishes to invite Peter and a friend to check out the latest science exposition. Peter accepts the offer and tells Miles that he will gladly go.

Outside of the gym, Peter runs into Gwen Stacy and Harry Osborn. Harry snubs Peter and Gwen explains that Harry is upset with Peter's constant comings and goings. When Peter asks if Gwen wants to go to the science expo, she happily accepts. After class, the pair go to meet with Professor Warren, when they bump into Harry and Flash. Flash takes issue with a "civilian" like Peter Parker taking Gwen out for the evening, and this leads to a heated exchange between the two before Gwen breaks it up. Soon, they are on their way with Professor Warren to the exposition. On the way, they talk about the military's new missile "nullifier" device which will be on display. When they arrive, they discover that security is tight in order to prevent the nullifier from getting into the wrong hands. Peter soon becomes distracted when his spider-sense begins going off, warning him that there is danger present, but he can't figure out where it is coming from.

Later during the demonstration of the nullifier's powers, Peter discovers the danger when Doctor Octopus reveals himself as being one of the spectators in the crowd. Making his presence known, Doc Ock then fights his way through security to get possession of the nullifier. As people flee in panic, Peter manages to slip away so he can change into Spider-Man. Meanwhile, the military police on site try to incapacitate Doctor Octopus with tear gas, but the villain begins whipping his mechanical arms around with enough force to blow the gas back in the faces of the soldiers. That's when Spider-Man arrives on the scene to try and stop Octopus. The villain then attempts to flee out the side of the building, but Spider-Man follows suit. On the roof, Spider-Man sprays webbing onto Doc's goggles, temporarily blinding him. In order to stop Spider-Man, Octavius threatens to drop the nullifier onto the crowd below. Realizing he will have to let his enemy go, Spider-Man tags Otto with a Spider-Tracer before leaping down to stop the falling nullifier from landing on anyone. As expected, Doctor Octopus makes his getaway.

As the villain flees, he recounts his last battle with Spider-Man where they both found themselves trapped in an undersea hideout that was rapidly flooding with water. With Spider-Man pinned under tons of rubble, Doctor Octopus managed to escape by using his mechanical arms to keep him above water until he was able to procure diving gear and swim the rest of the way to freedom without drowning. Back at his new hideout, Otto discovers the Spider-Tracer and decides to set a suitable trap for his foe. Back at the exposition, Peter has changed out of his costume and rejoins Gwen and Professor Warren. He tells them that he was trying to find a camera to take photos of the situation for the Daily Bugle and is surprised when Gwen hugs him upon seeing that he is okay. Later, Professor Warren drops Peter and Gwen at the Coffee Bean to meet with the others. As Gwen exchanges pleasantries with Flash, and Mary Jane, Peter wonders why Harry is scowling at him. Before he can find out, Aunt May and Anna Watson arrive to tell Peter that they will be renting out a room so they can make extra money. Peter thinks it is a great idea, but warns his aunt to be careful about who she rents it out to. Peter decides to use this as an opportunity to track down Oct Ock, and tells his friends that he is going to walk his Aunt and Anna back home.

By this time, Doctor Octopus has rigged up a dummy of himself to lure Spider-Man into a trap. Sure enough, when the web-slinger tracks his Spider-Tracer to the Doctor's hideout he is lured right to the location of the trap. However, Spidey's spider-sense warns him of trouble, and suspecting a trap, he tosses a web ball at the dummy of Doctor Octopus, setting off the explosives that it was rigged with. Watching the building explode from his hideout, Doctor Octopus assumes that Spider-Man has been destroyed. Needing to lay low, Doctor Octopus fades into the night to search for a place of lodging, unaware that Spider-Man is still alive. Meanwhile, the wall-crawler vows to track down Doctor Octopus no matter what, unaware that his foe is just now meeting with his Aunt May in order to rent out the room that she put out an advertisement for.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Amazing_Spider-Man_Vol_1_53)

Fan Art: SpiderMan Vs Dr. Octopus 2 by JoeGrafix

Accompanying Podcast: ● Swinging Through Spider-Man - episode 53

● Let's Read Spider-Man - episode 33

[paperw0rmz]

wut's a trend from the 90s/early 2000s u wanna see make a comeback? :0

THANK YOU FOR ASKING

For those who don’t know Hi I’m Grave and I am obsessed with 90’s-2012 things and have archives and logs of media, specifically web, of things from those eras

1:Radio shack

As someone who is getting into ham radio and also just misses being able to get funky little add ons to computers and shit, I think we should all as a collective demand a radio shack. “Oh bUt yOu hAvE bEst bUy” I will literally slit your throat if you are dumb enough to think that that ugly wanna be ikea shit is anything remotely similar to big daddy Radio Shack

2:Chatrooms

Was I way too young to be on them back when they were popular? Yes. Did that result into trauma? Yes. But I’ve learned my lesson and now I want this shit back so bad. I LOVE chat rooms. “YeAh wE hAvE dIscOrd aNd DMS” ITS NOT THE SAME FUCKING THING AND YOU KNOW IT.

Bring back chatzy, bring back IRC (I’m active on a few), I’m even on Wireclub if anyone wants to join my chat rooms there!!! And pesterchum

3: physical copies of media

I hate streaming services. I hate it. There is nothing but zombie glossy eyed, let’s market to the brain dead, shit on there. Like yes, I love some of the shows, but we have lost so much shit from moving to streaming services. Remember on a VHS or DVD where you could watch behind the scenes, bloopers, play movie/show related games all on a tape/disk???? It’s the same with any physical music media too. I think it makes you more so focused on what entertainment you actually like. Too many people just like things because it’s popular or trending, which is fine, but when it comes down to it do you actively want to OWN something physical from the media? If not then is it something you’re willing to put time into then? Why not do something else?

4:Arcades

I’m not talking about that Dave and buster shit. I’m talking not scam (at least not as bad as it is now) arcades that was on every Main Street, in every mall, like in a mall now of days is a small as shit arcade if it’s NOT Dave and busters. I hate Dave and busters mainly bc they ruined a genre. It was marketed as a arcade for adults but then they added kid I pad games and now it’s just an awkward overpriced place to be where you can see a seven year old play cross road or angry birds on a glorified I pad and also see grown men get shit faced drunk.

5:MAGAZINES

Literally so hard to find good magazines now of days. Especially for a cost that won’t fucking kill you. I managed to get most of mine second hand, but it’s so hard to find anyplace that sells magazines especially ones that are to kids without being too babyish. I go to a grocery store and if I look for a young girls/boys magazine it’s about very YOUNG things to the point I don’t think the market audience can even read??? That or it’s just guns or gardening. Which is cool, but there isn’t anything for teenagers really anymore. Like yes there are, but you have to sign up online for it which is fine, but I miss being excited to go to the corner store to see if there is any latest addition of the magazine I loved there.

6:social interactions

You would jus stay outside or inside right next to your phone/computer waiting for someone to come by and tell you where everyone else is at. Like having to go walk to every gas station and corner store to see if your friends are there and getting excited when they are actually there. I am thankful for being able to easily like meet up with people, but like the feeling you get when you run into people and then go fuck off is so fun

7:The video games

Video game quality has gone down hill. I’m not talking about highly detailed story based games, no. I’m talking about app games, free to play games, all that shit. It is now a click bait, league clone, or clash clone. And it’s BORING. It’s all ad based and trying to suck as much money from you as possible and it’s all so ugly in that ugly 3D art style.

8:intelligence

*insert the tweet about how if you say you like waffles people will just assume it means you hate pancakes* people today do not have common sense anymore.

9: sense of community

#coquette #grassfromthegardencore #corefromcore

Like yes, back then was also elitist, but not as bad and forced as it is now. So many people today are so focused on aesthetic labels instead of just focusing on what they just like. Like yes, labels are comforting, but to the point you’re desperately asking what aesthetic this is so you can then throw out and change your aesthetic to match it and then repeat over and over? Gross.

10: early web memes

Memes arnt long lasting today as it was back then. There aren’t even memes today. Just a tiktok video that was posted on Twitter. I hate it.