#which explains why I've been so damn hungry all the time

[multishipper-baby]

The fact that I didn't end up with meds for my mental health but now have to take diet pills up to three times a day will be my villain origin story.

[fsbc-librarian]

WIPs Word Search

I've been tagged in two of these now - thanks @thisonesatellite & @xoxobuckybarnes - so I am going to combine the two into one (but I only have two WIPs to work from, so it'll be interesting to see if I can split the prompts down the middle or not).

Green: There’s something about planning, filming, and piecing together video clips that’s always excited Bucky, and it’s pretty much exactly what the opening video for their Glastonbury performance is - just a longer video clip. It’s pretty much fully filmed - the solo parts were mostly filmed on a soundstage in front of a green screen anyway, and all of the group shots were done in London either on location or with more green screens. There’s no talking by any of the band, so that made it easier, and it had actually been a lot of fun to film because they’d had enough explosions to rival a Hollywood blockbuster. All that’s really left now is to make sure the scenes look good, and the music matches the action.

Spoon: Breakfast is a bowl of cereal. He eyes the kettle with suspicion, but decides that’s a battle for another day. He’s not entirely sure how to use the coffee press, and there’s no room on the tiny counter for a coffee machine anyway. He drops the bowl in the sink, and is three steps away before he remembers that there’s no one else to actually wash it for him anymore. He wonders if there’s any point in filling the whole sink, small though it might be, for just one bowl and one spoon. Surely not. A couple of drops of detergent in the bowl, and a rinse with hot water later, he leaves the now-clean bowl on the tiny drying rack and heads for the bathroom.

Art: He knows Steve loves art galleries and history, and that he refuses to watch the news in case he learns of another art gallery or historical monument being destroyed. He knows Steve had asthma as a kid, that his ma was a single omega in a rough neighborhood and they couldn’t afford a television so he would sneak into the old movie theater which only played black and white films, which is why Steve knows next to nothing about pop culture except for some very niche references to movies from the 40s. 

Everything: Steve can only stare, heart thumping as he soaks it in as best he can, glad he’s comfy as all hell on his couch in their living room with the AC on even as he wishes he could be there.  He listens to the tracks, everything sounding even better than he had imagined that it could live, the performance not marred by any bad sound technician issues - though Steve had been sure it wouldn’t be.  The 107’s team were damn good, and Bucky was too much of a perfectionist to allow anything but the best, especially for something so important as this.

Sharp: Bucky cuts him off with a kiss, biting down on his lower lip with sharp teeth, soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue. “I trust you,” he whispers against Steve’s mouth. 

Interesting: “It was certainly interesting to see you getting a dressing down like that,” Maria admits. “Every time I’ve seen someone try in the past, you’ve just walked away from them.”

“It was Steve,” he says, as though that explains anything. 

Eyeroll: “Cinderella lost her shoe, not her feet,” Wanda says from behind them, making Darcy jump. 

“I told you!” Bucky laughs. “I told you it was Cinderella’s shoe, but you didn’t believe me!”

Wanda rolls her eyes goodnaturedly. “Are you hungry? Logan made a stack of snacks earlier; they’re in the kitchen.” 

Well, this certainly made me realise that I use some phrasing more often than I'm overly happy with (and also using the search function on a 400+ page document in google docs on an older model laptop will almost make the laptop sieze up), but it was fun to look through my work.

No pressure tags for @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy @zenaidamacrouras1 @oh-i-swear-writes @musette22 and anyone else who wants to join in. Your words are: patch, behave, loud, genuine

[maleficore]

Daydreaming bg3 scenarios is my full time job at this point and I've had this phenomenal idea on my walk the other day. It's not really a headcanon since it has little basis in canon and directly contradicts some game events and plays with the lore like it's play-doh so more of a AU/fanfic idea, but...

It always struck me as inaccurate for Durge to be referred to as a "Bhaalspawn" since they're literally a PART of Bhaal made into a separate person in an act of (very confusing) divine creation and it really downplays just how powerful and dangerous they are. Especially since I fully subscribe to the idea that Durge is NOT a mortal, but that's simply not in the game due to just how OP it would be to play an unkillable Dame Aylin-esque character and the definition of a Bhaalspawn is "mortal offspring of the dead god Bhaal". So what the hell are they?

The Slayer. Or at least they're a direct vessel for it, more like.

No, really. Hear me out. Have you noticed how Gortash refers to Orin as "The Slayer" in that bit of dialogue when she puts a dagger to Ketheric throat? Except she's not? Not yet at least because the dialogue does not change depending on if you're still the one who has Bhaal's favour or not and she doesn't get it until you piss of Dad enough for him to go "fine have it your way, ungrateful brat". Plus I don't think The Slayer has been used as a shorthand for "Chosen of Bhaal" anywhere else sooo... Does he assume it's a feature of the position since he knew Durge had command over the form before their disappearance?

That's what birthed the first worm in my brain leading to this unhinged infestation, but it's not all -- there's THE URGE itself.

The game fucks it up SO bad on the whole front because it's reluctant to take choice away from the player, which is maybe understandable, but absolutely WRECKS the narrative that it's something to be afraid of. There's what? Alfira and the squirrel? Those are the only unavoidable consequences of having these supposedly violent and divine compulsions baked into every cell of your damn body. Saving your partner from a gruesome death by your hand needs a dice roll of 15, for fuck's sake! It was harder to convince a bunch of goblins to not turn me into an arrow pin cushion. Durge themself has been scared shitless of it their entire life and you're telling me the thing mostly boils down to dialogue choices? That just won't do for me, sorry. In the game The Urge's source is also never really explained beyond "of course you have unstoppable violent compulsions, you're 100% Bhaal's flesh and blood" which is fucking BORING and doesn't make sense to me because as far as I know Bhaal loves murder because that's his domain as a god, he was not a compulsive killer as a mortal so why would it be something that's passed down? No, The Urge is a fucking Slayer thing!

"It also had the ability to incite attraction in others, and remove any negative feelings they felt, or compel an urge to slay in any intentionally malevolent being, whenever it chose."

To be fair this is from a 2e sourcebook, but COME ON. Didn't it strike anyone else as weird that young Durge is mentioned to have slain an entire PALADIN ORDER before making their way to the temple if you're playing as an oathbreaker? Like, HOW? Slayer form bay-be, that's how.

(Can you tell by now I'm not normal about the idea? Yeah.)

All living creatures learn the best from their own mistakes and I think that letting The Slayer take over would be Bhaal's version of letting your incessant kid touch the clothes iron because they just refuse to leave it alone. Bad parenting, but it's Bhaal we're talking about lmao. "Oh you don't want to kill? No biggie, fuck around and see what happens then. I'll wait." is way fucking scarier to me than him just forcing Durge's hand with the butler basically being like "Heads up, master. Your father is pretty mad and your Urge is hungry so you might commit a murder tonight!" right beforehand.

Just the mental image of Durge thinking "I've done it! I've saved Isobel!" and then having the starved Slayer rip itself out of them like it does out of Orin when Bhaal forces her to transform... You see my vision right? RIGHT? And then the beast gets slain because what else is there to do and since Durge is immortal they just come back to themself instead of becoming goo (which is a game mechanic already since their sis is not so lucky, rip). The drama and angst potential is INFINITE. The sheer raw power of THAT being the "Bhaalspawn" reveal because if Isobel is alive that means Jaheira must be there like "what the FUCK are you exactly??" and no one can pretend that Durge is just Bhaalspawn+ like they do in the game. Do they kill anyone? People are bound to be at least heavily injured, especially since they've JUST fought Ketheric's bossfight and are not rested and at full potential.

GOD, I am rotating this thing in my head so fast the friction is bound to make my brain melt.

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

one concept i've been thinking about a lot lately is, of course, another gravity falls au

i like thinking about other possible apocalypses. you've got weirdmaggedon, but how many other ways could everything have gone to shit? this au is one of those ways

there's this sort of living black sludge i've had sloshing around in my mind for quite a while and i finally decided to do something with it

let me sell you on this thing-

-it's goopy!

-it's corrosive!

-it's hungry as fuck! om nom nom!

-it can sort of shift into different shapes! perfect for luring prey (it's really bad at it)!

-it's really sticky! it will not let you go

now with this apocalyptic version, we added one more fun trait- it can break off bits of itself and mold them into near perfect replicas of the things its already eaten

y'see where this is going? the more horrific details under the cut :]

the stan twins miss a rift. that's how it gets in. it spreads quickly, working its way up the food chain. it starts with small insects and animals, then it starts eating birds, then it starts eating foxes and missing pets, then it eats deer and wolves and bears, and finally it starts eating the anomalies which, up until that point, were pretty damn good at avoiding it

the foliage is stained dark, as are the clouds. they're thick and cover the sky almost constantly now. ford finds it easier to see outside, what with how dark it is, but it's starting to concern stan and him. they visit fiddleford and he suggests a possible weather anomaly. after all, he's remembered the trip to the alien spacecraft recently, and didn't they see switches corresponding to weather in there? what if one of them is malfunctioning, or it was flipped and they just didn't know? alright, ford says, we'll check it out.

as much as stan loves the idea of heading into a ufo, he has to stay behind to help soos out with an exhibit. so, ford heads out to the ufo by himself. stan isn't too worried about him- he's an interdimensional criminal with like twelve guns on him at all times and reflexes faster than anything he's ever seen. he'll be fine if anything tries to sneak up on him while he's checking everything out

ford doesn't come back home that night

stan and fiddleford go out looking for him because, okay, that's weird, even for him. he's probably trapped somewhere and needs help getting out. the lack of contact can easily be explained as him just being unconscious, which would make sense if something fell on him and that's how he got stuck

fiddleford thinks he hears ford, faintly, so he heads off in the direction he thinks his voice is coming from. stan doesn't notice him walking away for a little while. he finally turns to catch up with him and- stops, because is that really ford just standing in front of fiddleford? why does fiddleford look so scared, what's happening-

and then a garbled string of "hey, look at this" and "hello?" and "who's there?" and croaked gargling floods out of his brother's mouth and suddenly he's tearing into the poor man, dark ooze dripping from him like wet strings of saliva. his eyes flick up towards stan before the rest of his body moves to face him

"we missed one," ford- though stan's not sure if that's really him anymore- grinds the words out in a rush, panicked, breathless, agonized, "fuck, we missed one"

stan runs

[wintersshowers]

RONAN and ADAM and... ETHEL CAIN

(trust me its gonna be so good)

My thoughts on “crush” by Ethel Cain and The Raven Cycle (because my niche right now is rereading the raven cycle for the first time in 4 years and I just happened to see Ethel live and I cannot stop connecting them) 

As a prelude to my lyric/quote breakdown… Ethel Cain is a trans woman who writes hauntingly beautiful music.. She is religious and from the south, which is a HUGE part of why it is so undeniably apparent to me that she can be connected to specifically RONAN (gay catholic from the south with his barn house). Her music is so amazing and she is an awesome story teller so I hope you give her a listen.

Her most popular song CRUSH is so goddam Ronan and Adam I had to write this because I needed to put it somewhere. 

“His window's already passed, so he's shooting at the glass

Keeping guns in his locker, and he denies it

Like it's actually important, but he lied 'cause I sure did watch him

Showing up wearing black, and he knows that” 

His daddy's on death row, but he'll say it with his chest, though”

This is just very Ronan angst i don't feel like i need to explain.. 

“His friends move dope, he hasn't tried coke

But he's always had a problem saying no”

OKKK soooooo lets get into the the dream thieves helloooo 

Yes Kavinsky and Ronan’s relationship is very hard to define but whatever it is he takes up a lot of his time in dream thieves.. And he loves coke (or whatever the hell he dreamt up)… and Ronan is VERY BAD at saying no when it comes to any sort of challenge from Kavinsky.

OK NOW LETS GET INTO THE GOOD STUFF

“Can you read my mind? I've been watching you.”

“As they moved through the old barn, Adam felt Ronan’s eyes glance off him and away, his disinterest practiced but incomplete. Adam wondered if anyone else noticed.”

“Adam finally sat down on one of the pews. Laying his cheek against the smooth back of it, he looked at Ronan. Strangely enough, Ronan belonged here, too, just as he had at the Barns. This noisy, lush religion had created him just as much as his father's world of dreams; it seemed impossible for all of Ronan to exist in one person. Adam was beginning to realize that he hadn't known Ronan at all. Or rather, he had known part of him and assumed it was all of him.

The scent of Cabeswater, all trees after rain, drifted past Adam, and he realized that while he'd been looking at Ronan, Ronan had been looking at him.”

“When he opened his eyes, he saw that Ronan was looking at him, as he had been looking at him for months. Adam looked back, as he had been looking back for months.”

“Couldn't fight to save your life, but you look so cool”

“I’ve watched the evening news, Adam,” Gansey snapped. “Why don’t you let Ronan teach you to fight? He’s offered twice now. He means it.” With great care, Adam folded the greasy rag and draped it back over a toolbox. There was a lot of stuff in the carport. New tool racks and

calendars of topless women and heavy-duty air compressors and other things Mr. Parrish had decided were more valuable than Adam’s school

uniform. “Because then he will kill me.”

“Good men die too, oh, I'd rather be with you, you, you”

“See, Adam Parrish is wantable, worthy of a crush, not just by anyone, someone like Ronan, who could want Gansey or anyone else and chose Adam for his hungry eyes.”

HELLOOOOOOOOo are u kidding…. 

1st Gansey is the definition of a “good man”

2nd Adam is OBSESSED WITH THIS the whole damn series and is constantly attempting to model himself/who he wishes he was after gansey 

3rd to tie it all together… the whole series its like oh yea gansey is about to die (along with everyone else if we are being real) 

“I owe you a black eye and two kisses

Tell me when you wanna come and get 'em”

PLEASEEEEEE like this is MY WAY of describing the ANGST and SLOWWWWWburn of their relationship. When I hear her sing this I cannot help but giggle and kick my feet because of how amazingly it fits. 

“I only want him if he says it first to me”

"It was Adam’s ribs under Ronan’s hands and Adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. It was stubble on his lips and Ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for far longer.”

We all know the Ronan longing and it being a HUGE secret that he likes Adam... and Adam like knows and its like lol embarrassing (as if he isn't down bad as well)

ADAM is like oblivious to the legitimacy of his feelings until ronan gives him a little kissssss and then it's like he is all like “what is love” 

“He looks like he works with his hands, and smells like Marlboro Reds”

HELLOOOOOo this is so adam are u kidding

“Ronan crossed his arms to wait, just looking. At Adam's fine cheekbones, his furrowed fair eyebrows, his beautiful hands, everything washed out by the light. He had memorized the shape of Adam’s hands in particular: the way his thumbs jutted awkwardly, boyishly; the roads of prominent veins; the large knuckles that protruded from his long fingers. In dreams Ronan put them to his mouth.” 

“Adam twisted off the lid. Inside was a colorless lotion that smelled of mist and moss. Replacing the lid with a frown, he turned the container over, looking for more identifying features. On the bottom, Ronan's handwriting labeled it merely: manibus. For your hands.”

“Something's been feeling weird lately

There's just something about you, baby (there's just something about you, baby)

Maybe I'll just be crazy (I'll be crazy)

And piss him off 'til he hates me

Yeah right, he fucking loves me”

…… do i even need to say anything??

[aylacavebear]

Stockroom Antics - Chapter 17

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 1502

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic. This one is taking on a life of it's own in a turn I hadn't anticipated, so adding a new tag.

----------------------------------------- Stockroom Antics Chapter 17

You followed the little dragon to the kitchen. It was really adorable, reminding you of both a puppy and a kitten, but at the same time, something far more intelligent than either.

You could have attempted to create some coffee but wanted it to taste right, so you decided to brew some instead while the little dragon sat on the bench seat at the table.

The dream was still playing out in your mind as you thought over the things Astaria had told you. Soulmates, the word made you roll your eyes again. When the brothers joined you, you kept your answers short. They didn’t need to know the personal stuff; you were just a case, after all.

How the dragon kept looking at Dean made you wonder far too many things, even as you tried your hardest to keep yourself from thinking anything more of him. Again, you reminded yourself that you were their case, not someone they wanted to be friends with. If only you’d remembered to ask Astaria how to grow the bond with the dragon.

Then, when the dragon tilted its head at Dean after you asked Sam if the information would help with the case, you slowly looked up and at Dean. Why did he have to be so damned handsome? Then, there almost seemed to be something else hidden behind his eyes but you didn’t want to read more into it. Relief flooded through you when Sam spoke up again, taking your attention from Dean’s enchanting green eyes.

Explaining anything from your dream was difficult, so you kept it short, deciding only to give them essential information. The last thing you wanted to discuss was the soulmate topic with either of them. You’d often reach down and absentmindedly give the dragon some affection, and it would purr against your hand, which sounded like a mix between a low growl and a cat's purr.

The coffee, at least, was helping you focus, bringing you out of that sleep fog that always followed that dream. It had been a bit worse this time, having interacted with things, which made it so much more real than it ever had before. It was hard to ignore that the dragon kept looking at Dean way more than it was Sam. Although, you missed quite a bit of what the dragon was responding to. 

I’m just a case. Soulmates can’t be real, no matter what Astaria says…

When Dean got up, you glanced at him briefly, realizing you were a bit hungry. You had slept the day away, after all. Whether you’d admit it or not, the view of watching him walk away was just as nice as the front, but you quickly gave Sam your attention, wanting to push your thoughts away.

What you didn’t realize was that Sam had seen how your gaze had lasted longer as you watched Dean. You figured that since the little dragon would be staying, you would offer Sam to at least pet her, and you would have chuckled at his response had it not been for him mentioning other dragons. That was something you hadn’t even considered, so you missed the way the dragon was watching Dean cook.

You almost jumped when the dragon flew over to the center island in the kitchen. For a bit, you just watched it, puzzled at its action, when it went to the far corner so it could see around him. You even stifled a giggle, watching him jump a little when he noticed. 

The dragon seemed to at least like him, more than it liked Sam, or that was what you figured. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that Dean was the older of the two, or maybe the fact that he was in charge, at least in your eyes. It couldn’t be anything deeper than that, right? 

When it ate the bacon, you began wondering what kinds of foods the dragon would need to eat. It seemed to like meat, but you wondered what else it might like. At least you could do your best to create whatever it needed, not wanting to burden the brothers with having to spend money on food for your dragon. 

You wanted to be angry at Dean when he said the dragon’s name was Bubbles. You glared at him even if he couldn’t see you. He wouldn’t know what her name was, she wasn’t his familiar, you thought to yourself. Luckily, Sam asked you a question, pulling your attention back to him and away from Dean.

After Dean brought dinner over, it made your stomach grumble even more. You made a plan not to exhaust yourself this particular evening. Sleeping through the entire day had sucked. Before Dean could give your dragon another slice of bacon, you took one from your plate and gave it to her. Something about Dean interacting with your dragon like he was, bothered you. Although, you did your best not to let it appear in your expression.

You managed not to look at Dean very often, reminding yourself that you were just their case, nothing more. So, when dinner was done, you used your powers to clean things up. It was the least you could do to show gratitude for letting you stay with them while they figured out how to keep you safe from Crowley. The thought of the King of Hell wanting you, for whatever reason, made your skin crawl. Astaria’s words replayed in your mind: Unless you’ve recently met your soulmate, and you don’t know it. Sam asking if you still wanted a tour of the place pulled you from your thoughts. You only agreed in hopes that it would take your mind off of everything. However, when the dragon didn’t follow you, you got somewhat annoyed and couldn’t quite figure out why.

The bunker was massive, far larger than you had initially anticipated. Sam explained the rooms, even the ones he didn’t open, and showed you. He also asked that you don’t wander around or touch things. When you gave him a puzzled look, he chuckled, explaining that some of the things in there held certain magic, like curses, and he didn’t want you to accidentally unleash one.

That made plenty of sense, as you would have felt horrible had you accidentally done that. When he brought up drinking that night and getting to know the two of them, you weren’t quite sure how to take that. Then the apology from him was the last thing you’d expected. Thinking of yourself as just a case was easier. You could keep your feelings and questions from showing or coming out. You almost felt nervous when you agreed to have drinks with them.

The two of you made your way back to the war room, finding Dean and your dragon in the library. You felt goosebumps dance down your arms, seeing how he was smiling and interacting with the dragon, who seemed to be enjoying his attention. Sam almost bumped into you when you stopped and watched them.

“Sorry,” you quickly told Sam, who just chuckled, seeing what you were looking at.

“You’re fine. I’ll be right back. You want beer or whiskey?” he asked you.

“Uh, beer, I guess,” you replied, not realizing he had meant drinking now. At least with beer, you wouldn’t get drunk as quickly but planned on keeping track of how much you drank.

You didn’t realize that Dean and the dragon had looked up and over at you, at least not right away. When you turned from Sam, who had headed into the kitchen, you saw them staring at you. 

“What was that all about?” Dean asked as you sat across from him at one of the library tables.

“Oh, well, Sam mentioned having drinks and talking,” you answered, feeling slightly unsure of yourself or how this would go.

“Oh,” Dean stated, although sounding distant, almost like he was upset or something, then he began to get up, “Then I’ll leave you to it.”

At first, you were puzzled, but then you realized how your statement had been taken. “No, no, no, not like that. He meant all three of us,” you quickly tried to clarify.

Dean raised an eyebrow and sat back down just as Sam joined you in the library. He set a beer in front of you, choosing one for himself and bringing whiskey and a glass for Dean. You took a sip of your beer and then a deep breath. The dragon watched you and Dean, although you couldn’t figure out what its expression meant.

You weren’t sure how to feel after what Sam had said earlier, about getting to know each other due to how the case was going and how they were involved. It was so much easier to keep telling yourself that you were just a case. At least during that time, you could push away anything you might have been feeling toward Dean.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 18

Tag List: @djs8891 @deans-spinster-witch

Link to the series Master List

A/N: If you'd like to be tagged in future chapters, leave me a comment, and I'll make sure to tag you.

[becauseimanicequeen]

Pride Month Watch: His

I'm currently going through my Pride Month Watch List.

I've been meaning to watch this for months, especially after seeing Miyazawa Hio in Egoist at the end of last year. I know he has one of the main roles. Other than that, I don't know much, which is how I like it.

Let's dive in!

So, it starts with a breakup. Interesting.

Oh, shit, his ex is back and he has a daughter.

Of course, there's a village granny who sees and hears everything, lol.

So, it seems like the ex is practically moving in without telling the house owner (this is getting complicated to explain when I don't know/can't remember their names... lol). And every time he asks about what the ex and his daughter are planning to do now as he's getting a divorce, the ex just avoids the topic. Fishy...

Okay, so the ex is called Nagisa. And the guy he practically moved in with is called Shun.

I'm sensing that Nagisa's sexuality is going to be a problem in the divorce. Will his soon-to-be ex-wife use it against him to say he's not a "suitable" dad (whatever that means)? I have a feeling this will get ugly.

"Meeting someone and being influenced by them is one of life's greatest treasures." I loved that.

Damn, this divorce will get really ugly, won't it? That scene with Nagisa and his soon-to-be ex-wife was explosive.

Excuse me?! The mom was drunk and told her kid (Sora) to shut up and go away when Sora said she was hungry. This film is not making a good case for the mom. Sora even ran away from her...

Damn, Sora just outed her dad and Shun to the whole village. Obviously, you can't blame her. She's only 6.

I love how Japanese QLs use silence (I'm not sure if it's a general thing in films/series from Japan). Sometimes there's no (or very little) dialogue and no music, just the natural sounds, and it's still the most compelling scene I've ever watched. I love it.

I love how the old man (Ogata) tells Shun that everyone has a right to love whom they love. It's not often I've seen older men with this perspective in films/shows (or in real life).

The way all the villagers accepted that Shun was gay when he stood up in front of everyone and poured his heart out made me teary-eyed (which is rare because I'm an ice queen, lol). But it was so beautiful to see.

The trial (or whatever to call it) is making me super uncomfortable. The soon-to-be ex-wife's lawyer is clearly doing his job and doing it to the best of his ability, but I still want to punch him in the face, lol.

I respect Nagisa for saying what he did in that courtroom. This was never about who would win the custody battle. It was about how to mend a broken family and do what was best for all three of them (Sora and both her parents). That's why I loved the ending scene where all three of them and Shun could spend drama-free time together.

Overall, I loved this film. It tugged at my heartstrings. It had its bitter and its sweet moments. I would say it's one of my top QL films from Japan. I'm really glad I finally watched it.

[medicinemane]

I get very tired of dealing with people who are so busy being "practical" that they're just totally prescriptive

I tend to be, I think, a fairly pragmatic person. Like most years I spend about... maybe $50 on myself for the whole year (this year is going to be a bit higher, but there's also specific utility to what I'm spending it on). I tend to not bother buying myself snacks, cause I know I'm mostly hungry, and if I'm hungry real food is a better deal (I sadly tend to fail to get ahold of the real food either)

My point is that I tend to be very goal oriented (not in a ladder climbing way, in a I set goals and then work towards them kinda way), I tend to be very focused on what will push my situations into being sustainable, I tend to look for high efficiency, low cost, long term solutions

I was... I was talking to that friend I'll say is Dr Jekyll and Mr Dumbass (I was more trying to talk to my dad, but they were both there). It was definitely Mr Dumbass today

For one thing, he was already saying a bunch of really fucking dumb shit where... it's so stupid I'm not even going to repeat it, where it's like the answer for why we don't do that is because it's obviously a moronically stupid idea on top of being immoral, and also totally ineffective you dipshit

So I already wasn't in the mood for him

Then, while talking about visiting my grandma, I mention how in order to start cooking I need sharp knives, none of my knives are sharp (cause my mom's a fool and dulls them all), and how it would really help if I could just take a knife from my grandma since she doesn't cook anymore and just... keep it as my personal knife that I keep sharp

(I can't do this, cause my grandma is... bug fuck crazy, and legit believes that if you gift someone a knife they'll kill people with it which like... where do you even get that idea, like she has literally said before that she'd give money to buy a knife but wouldn't give one as a gift... what?)

Anyway, Mr Dumbass starts going on about how I can just buy a new knife, and it's like no... in your quest for objective practicality you've lost all pragmatism

I don't need to buy a new knife, I need to learn to sharpen knives which... which I just have a bit of a block on cause I've had trouble figuring out how to sharpen stuff so far (I've come to suspect that which of the hard and soft stones you use first and second isn't intuitive and I've been trying to hone with the sharpening stone and sharpen with the honing stone)

Like... to get mean for just a slight moment, shut your fool mouth, you've got more money than I've ever even touched, and while you were poor at one point when you were younger you've clearly forgot, and not everyone can just buy stuff

Also you're saying a bunch of dumb shit tonight with such confidence and it's pissed me off

He's capable of being a very very smart and compassionate person, and then other times he's a damn fool, and far too often he... he talks about practicality without actually understanding how to be practical

Being practical requires working in the confines of reality

...I don't know, I don't think I have all the words I need to explain what I'm saying, but the point is he's annoyed me and people who act like him annoy me where it's like... nothing matters in the end other than if you actually solve something

You can talk all day about what someone "should do", but what matters is what they will do

So it gets frustrating talking with my family with him cause he has all this ideas where it's like... that functionally won't work, and like some of his great ideas are how I can just wait for my grandma to die and get the knife then and it's like... yeah... but I need a knife now dummy, and I have knives, and which is more useful?

Dropping a pretty penny on a new knife, or finishing learning a skill I really fucking need badly and that makes it so I can sharpen things for next to free forever?

...I'm just tired of having to do everything myself and getting no help, that's all. How about you shut your fucking mouth, stop trying to offer advice that's worse than my plans I'm already slowly turning the gears on making happen, and just let me bitch about my idiot relatives?

Laughing at this fool antics when he chooses to do that, legitimately is more helpful than any attempts to help

[vinxwatches]

good omens season 2

ep 1

damn, getting to see crowly as a not fallen angel? this can't be good. blasphemy to the highest order, especially to creationists, i LOVE IT! he's so enthusiastic about the universe it's infectious and the theology is just so saddening. i mean that how i think about this type of theology in general, but it does a really good job of presenting it. "how much trouble could i get into for just asking a few questions?"... yea... this type of theology does not appreciate simple questions.

azeeaaa... that guy just forgiving is both nice characterization, as well as a slap in the face of the theology. he can just forgive, unlike his god.

"who told you i was naked?" such a great inversion of a biblical line. this show is way too fucking clever... Also What The Fuck Is Going On? why does Gabriel suddenly know nothing with mysterious prophesies? "his royal smuggness" fuck that's a quote to steal.

on the one side they seem to be setting up a saphic romance, on the other it was shot down hard. so now i'm curious, was the shotdown a lie, will something happen, or something more intersting?

the sound effect for dusting, fucking hell this season will be glorious.

that... oh that's no not a healthy relationship. and this doesn't read like worried, this seems controlling. now that can be rooted in worried, but isn't good. but since we've not seen the character i doubt we'll see the relationship mended but broken for a better one, which for some reason, at least at this stage, may not feel great. the problematic person will still be problematic in the next relationship.

ep 2 the clue

"i command thee, begone!" "no" "no?" "no, thank you? you see, i have a permit." "a permit? from whom?"{disgruntled, as if someone didn't tell them they had to bring some money for lunch so now they'll be slightly hungry for a couple hours} still the best writing.

oh, tackling job? yea, that story certainly doesn't paint god in a good light. absolutely amazing story to show when you want to make heaving one of two bad guys (which does theologically make perfect sense)

oh, the small miracle worked... now lets hope the scene won't be awkward and/or long.

oh fuck, they really make you empathise with job and his wife. of all the people talking about job, be it christian or atheist that's an angle i've never seen. love that crowley is so consistent. a bastard, but one with some hart.

"i think the message was... if you have questions... come back when you can make a whale"... i mean honestly... about as logical a conclusion to draw from job as anything else. damn this edition of job is amazing.

assertive azeaa... that guy, is weird. it's not out of character, not fully, just weird.

the use of job is SO amazing. 1. i points to all the fucked up parts of job. 2. it actually focuses on the fucked up part of job. not the atheist talking points for "look at how fucked god is in job", there is that, but it actually makes it a point. it's not just a cinema sins ding against god (first time i'm fully internalizing how bad cinema sins dings are) but actually focuses on it. 3. perfectly integrated into the story. it's a fucked up story that makes total sense to be the course of azeaa-that guy's first sin. we saw him bend the rules in season 1 by for instance giving adam his flaming sword at the garden of eden, but that wasn't a sin, it was stretching, but not breaking the rules. this was just breaking the rules, and it made perfect sense and explains how the deal was made. and holy shit the reuse of the line "but you said it wasn't [lonely]" "i'm a demon. i lied."

ep 3

it's impressive how good these actors are at playing not knowing how to human. seriously just try to pick up something having never held it in your life, it's hard. just try to hold something mundane in a way that shows you're confused by the concept of holding it.

people have been bothering her about her love life a lot already, and it itself is already draining. and now an angel with NO knowledge on how to human is going to be blunt about it? oh yea, they got some time to arrange things.

ah, heaven trying to justify the poor having to do desperate things they (well, the rich that made them up) disapprove of to make ends meet. it fails spectacularly.

... what is going on in hell? are they going to make hell... better? i'd be up for it, but it's a wild concept with the theology they're going with.

oh, breaking down the body snatcher thing that was going down. poor people Need the money, doctors in training Need bodies, and the legal supply is simply too low. not delivering bodies was just worse for everyone.

he wants to threaten, but as always he has no power. a traitor demon the demons just don't want to really deal with, still able to do miracles, but unable to stand up to the forces of heaven or hell. all he has is deception and knowledge on how humans work. just barely enough to keep his friend safe.

ep 4

90% of the episode is a flashback to a fun story, yet seems totally unrelated. then in the last 10% big setups for future episodes, not least of which a DEMON INVASION ON the book shop... love the contrast.

ep 5

oh, that matchbox is suddenly a LOT more important... maybe? it's also such a great description of the amnesia. and i love the grow? change? niceness of crowley.

"they stand on their own two feed, like the government said". this feels like a dig at something. looking it up: yup. it's sarcastically using lines of the British equivalent of people who tell you to pull yourself up by your bootstraps.

look azeaa... that guy, i know you mean well, but this is not... well. this is weird and bonkers and unsettling.

ep 6

crowley has a very interesting plan, while we see how the ladies are similar.

oh shit. crowley was pretty high up. also "i wasn't always a demon and they never change their passwords" is such a fun line, while also making perfect sense. why would you need to change your password in heaven?

the fly?! THE FLY JIM WAS SWATTING AT AT EPISODE 1 OR 2!?!

are they doing this? are they really doing This?! i mean it makes sense, hell love was a theme this season, i just didn't expect it.

the ending was turning extremely bad (it'll still end extremely bad) and then they bring up that in the next part they want to tackle the second coming. THE FUCK AMAZING YES IT"S IN THE WORKS BUT WILL STILL TAKE A LONG TIME FUCK

also realized that it points to the big conflict between crowley and azeaa... that guy: one still fundamentally believes in the system while the other doesn't. sure both have problems with how things are done and go around the system plenty of times, but one still believes that the core of their side, of the system, is good while the other calls both of them wankers and wants nothing to do with either. and it's probably which side i agree with more.

[tempestaslokni]

Still appearing a bit guarded, Tej agreed to scan the perimeter with Lokni. He made a point of checking even the smallest area of the tower. Lokni followed suit, scanning the walls with scrutiny. By the time they had navigated the base of the tower, nothing had been discovered. Seemed to Lokni like this was gonna' be a lot more difficult than he had anticipated. The question about food had been one that lingered in Lokni's mind like a saddle sore on withers, but presently he wasn't too concerned. "Not too worried about food." Lokni admitted, "I can hunt and fish just fine, but I'm not about to tuck into that feast they got goin' down there. If I can't scrounge up something today, I have some canned food that I managed to find on the ship. What about you, partner?" Lokni said, taking in Tej's slender yet lean frame. Then, an idea came to Lokni which he pondered for a moment before giving in, "listen, I've got more than enough for a day if you're hungry. Can't make any promises on the taste, but it should keep you full." Not many of Lokni's jokes landed, and Tej's lopsided grin was gone in a flash, but a small flicker of satisfaction settled in his chest. He pulled the compass from the backpack, handing it to Tej gingerly. "The needle doesn't focus on true north- just keeps spinnin'. Then again, compasses are kind of a failsafe in any survival kit." Lokni explained, "they can become inaccurate easily." He hoped he didn't sound arrogant, and there were few things that Lokni did know, but survival stuff? He knew more than enough to get by. The small strip of metal was an anomaly of sorts. Why hadn't it been repaired? Was it so insignificant that it didn't nee to be? "Can't say if that happened in the storm, but I reckon you're not far off." Lokni remarked in regards to Tej's thoughts on the antenna, "what do you plan to do with that?" It was small, and who knew what properties it possessed. Lokni wondered if Tej was actually gonna' keep it or throw it away. In regards to his background, Lokni didn't mind sharing. Wasn't much use in being dishonest here, where nothing really seemed to matter. "I'm from Oregon, and yourself? I gotta' get back to the ranch I was working on. There's no shortage of work there and my absence will make things harder on my mother. She works there too." Lokni added quickly, knowing that the situation may sound strange, "gotta' horse there as well who doesn't take too kindly to not being fed on time." Whenever Lokni's thoughts went back to his mother he felt a succinct guilt form in the pit of his stomach. "What did you do before, well, before all of this?" Lokni asked, gesturing to the tower, the island, the whole damn situation that they were wrapped up in.

The last time he'd been referred to as sir was under much more preferable circumstances. Nice and harmless felt menacing to Tej, in the middle of a straight-out-of sci-f landscape. But. If they wanted something from him, Tej reasoned, there simply wasn't much to take. "Alright, I think we're good." His natural state of wariness stayed but no need for a half-hearted standoff as they headed in the same direction.

Studied. Not a comforting take on the place, and the idea triggered a defiance Tej felt. "I haven't touched any of that shit yet either." Mainly due to a near-fatal stubborn streak. "What's your plan for it? Gotta eat at some point."

Sounded like Lokni's finds set him up well. His lopsided grin to aknowledge the joke fast as a flash of lightning before it disappeared. "Found some good stuff there. How's the compass broken." Few things ever truly broken in Tej's eyes.

Spy any movement. With the remark from Lokni, Tej cast his eyes up again to the top of the tower. The idea wasn't the worst, to walk around the tower and meet in the middle. Once the two arrived, Tej ran his hand over the stone momentarily. "Don't forget to look around the bottom too. At the ground here." As if to illustrate, his boot brushed at the sand, rocks, and budding growth at the base of the tower.

Tej bent to pick up something. "Never know what might there." When he stood again, Tej showed Lokni a piece of metal. Small and silver, thin as spaghetti. He looked up again with a squint. "Probably from that antennae. Broke off during a storm or something, hm?"

They walked away from each other in their own directions, to circle around what so far seemed to be the main center of some type of telecommunication system. Probably sent what the cameras picked up to... somewhere or another.

In slow stroll, he kept a hand on the stone and surveyed as much as possible. "You said you needed to get back quick," Tej called out. "Where to?" The question less about being congenial and filling space with chat. Silence over inane chatter for Tej, always. But what tied all these strangers (well, mostly strangers) together?

[david-talks-sw]

"Balance" when talking about the Force.

First off, let me preface this by saying the best explanations I've seen about the concept of Balance of the Force are the below two:

What follows is simply my way of explaining "the Prophecy of the Chosen One who will bring Balance to the Force"... with diagrams!

(Quotes I used as sources can be found at the bottom of the post.)

On that note: let's get cosmic!

I. The Living Force's natural state.

The Force has two aspects.

The Living Force, generated by all living beings, which in turn powers the wellspring that is...

The Cosmic Force, which then binds everything and speaks to us via the midi-chlorians. The Cosmic Force has to do with destiny.

The term “Balance of the Force” refers to the Living Force’s natural state... balanced. As seen below:

On one side, you have one BIG cog. That’s the Dark Side.

The Dark Side is empowered by all evil. Every act of selfishness, violence, corruption, sadistic pleasure, etc.

Be it a criminal shooting an old lady to a politician embezzling funds and letting his constituents starve. From the Nightsister, to the pirate, to the Hutt, to the corrupt senator.

By its very nature, the Dark Side will consume everything in its path if it's overfed, just like a flame will turn into an inferno.

On the other side, you have a lot of small cogs. That’s the Light Side.

Empowered by all that is good, every young boy helping his little sister, every mother going hungry so that their child can keep on living, every selfless act of generosity, every joyful laugh, etc.

From the Jedi, to a benevolent Queen, to the civilian working at a soup kitchen.

By its very nature, the Light Side serves the Force's will.

You need a lot of good cogs to balance out that one bad cog. Why? Because being an asshole is easier, and more people choose the easy way over the hard way, in the galaxy. It takes many good deeds to make a difference and one bad one to make it all go up in flames.

Neither Side is either benevolent or malevolent. The Dark and Light Sides are non-sentient metaphysical aspects of the Living Force, they're not good or evil, they just are. And, for better or for worse, they're both essential to have Balance.

So where's the issue?

II. The Force at the start of the Prequels.

The issue is that the Dark Side has been growing more and more. This is causing the Force to gradually become unbalanced.

The Republic has grown corrupt, the Jedi haven't but they've become its lapdogs. More and more senators and bureaucrats take bribes, the crime lords and slavers grow more ruthless, corporations become increasingly power-hungry... and a phantom menace seems to be speeding up the clock for when this will all go to hell.

That phantom menace is the Sith. More specifically, Darth Sidious.

The Sith are literally the galaxy's only order of Force-sensitives who constantly use the Dark Side to make the Force submit to their will, rather than following the Will of the Force. Their endgame is to be to control everything, Balance be damned.

And they're winning. The Force's few remaining champions, chiefly the Jedi, are completely unprepared in the face of this threat.

So the Force retaliates and creates a Chosen One, destined to destroy the Sith: Anakin Skywalker.

That’s it, that’s his destiny, as dictated by the Cosmic Force: destroying the Sith, thus bringing Balance.

Just one problem... at the end of Episode I, Sidious gets elected Chancellor and essentially is put in charge of the whole galaxy.

The Sith have as good as won.

III. The Force at the end of the Prequels.

So this whole time, be it before or after TPM, the Sith have been:

Adding cogs to the Dark Side (Dooku’s corruption, ordering a clone army, orchestrating then starting the Clone War, Palpatine becoming chancellor then overstaying his time in office by 5 years and getting more and more emergency powers).

Removing cogs from the Light Side (Dooku’s corruption, Sifo-Dyas's death, Qui-Gon’s death, Anakin’s manipulation, the Jedi are killed off and corrupted by the Clone War, the Separatist Senators assassinated for speaking up against Dooku, the war causing people to grow more and more angry with the current status quo).

Sidious is at the center of all this chaos. The only way to bring balance is to defeat him and destroy the Sith.

He knows his only potential rival is Anakin, and thus manipulates him from the very get-go, in hopes of gaining an extra asset.

And it works.

When the time comes and Anakin needs to fulfill his destiny… he doesn't do it. He goes against the Will of the Force, lets Sidious live and joins him.

Sidious becomes Emperor, kills both the Jedi (the first line of defense against the Sith) and the Republic, to install his Empire.

The Sith have officially won, the Force has been plunged in darkness.

IV: Balance restored.

For 20+ years, the Force remains out of balance. But there is hope.

Seeds of Rebellion, planted by the Jedi and the few Republic voices that remained uncorrupted, have picked up the mission to restore Balance and have slowly grown into a credible threat.

The efforts of this ragtag resistance puts in motion a series of events at the end of which - thanks to Luke - Anakin finally does destroy both the Sith, by killing both Sidious and Vader.

So the Empire crumbles. Those who were subjugated are now free.

That doesn't mean all evil is eradicated. The various cartels are still around, remnants of the Empire regroup in the Outer Rim, some crazy shit is going on in Exegol... As mentioned at the start, there will always be more douchebags than nice people.

But now the Dark Side isn't overshadowing the Light. They're equals, once again.

Balance has returned to the Force, thanks to the Chosen One (who took the long way round to fulfill his destiny).

Sources:

The Cosmic & Living Force, the Dark Side & Light Side:

The Sith's influence on the galaxy's growing corruption:

Anakin being destined to destroy the Sith:

(note how, at no point, does Lucas mention the prophecy having anything to do with the Jedi's eradication, contrary to the popular interpretation that "Anakin was meant to kill both the Jedi and Sith because the Force wanted to even the playing field")

[wishingyouback]

are you home?

[08:10pm] in which you and minho get into an argument but all he wants to do is be with you, by your side and you feel the exact same way.  

warnings: none, mentions of minho being angry. 

—

"what happened to you?" 

minho didn't bother answering his best friend, moving straight from the front door to his room, through the main living area where both chan and jisung stared at him in confusion. the two didn't register what could've possibly happened for him to come home so abruptly, in a mood that they could only tell was sour, until hyunjin walked in after him, except much calmer.

when he sees them staring at him, he gives them a look as if to say they wouldn't believe the day he had as he drops his entire body onto the sofa, carefully placing his cup of coffee on the coffee table too. 

"what happened?" chan asks this time, sitting on the other couch as the three fall into a conversation.

hyunjin sighs, recalling the day bit by bit until he gets to why minho is in a mood.

"he fought with y/n," hyunjin says. "well-- i don't really think fight is the right word. it's more like, they had a disagreement and it didn't end well."

"they fought?" chan furrowed his eyebrows. arguments in relationships, any kind, were normal -- healthy even and chan knew that. but the reason he was so perplexed was because even if the two of you had your bad moments, minho wouldn’t usually come home looking as ticked off as he did.

"how'd you know that?" han questions, turning his attention away from his laptop to his friend laying next to him.

"i was there," hyunjin runs a hand over his face. "oh my god i was there. i was caught up in the middle of it and by the time i wanted to excuse myself minho said it was time to go."

"damn," chan whistles. "it was that bad?"

"you have no idea." hyunjin groans. "but he called her a cab before we left. i don't think she knew."

"of course he did," jisung laughs. 

"well just give him a few hours. there's not a lot we can do to make him less annoyed anyway." chan advises, tapping hyunjin's knee to comfort him when he hears a knock at the door.

"oh thank god delivery." jisung praises, passing chan the money he was holding. "maybe he was just hungry."

"he was definitely not hungry." hyunjin stated, eyes closed with an arm laying on his forehead. "he ate like two plates of cake when i got there." 

"where even were you?"

"the cafe a few blocks away from here. we should go again, they have a good menu."

"guys," jisung and hyunjin's conversation gets cut off when they hear chan's stern voice. this causes them to look up in fear but when they see who's with him, they sigh in relief. "we have a visitor."

"you're so dramatic." hyunjin deadpans before smiling at you, "hey y/n, you feeling better?" he sits up and pats the empty spot next to him for you to sit. you're snuggled between the arm rest and him, but hyunjin leaves a small gap between you two.

"i'll be okay, i just came to drop off minho's scarf." you tell them when you unwrap the scarf around your neck to place on the table.

"wait wait," jisung sits up straight, "this isnt a we broke up type of dropping off right? like you know when couples break up they return their stuff-"

"it's not," you laugh at the worried look on his face but appreciate the concern nonetheless. "he gave it to me while we were out, i guess he just forgot to take it."

"he's in his room if you wanna see him," chan lightly offers. 

you give him a small smile, nodding in acknowledgment before getting up.

"i think we both need to cool down but i’ll talk to him later, thanks chan." you explain softly. "i should go."

"wait no-- have dinner here!" jisung perks up. it had been a while since you visited the boys. not too long, but they always love having you over.

"yeah! you can even help chan whisk the eggs." hyunjin refers to a time when you chose to bake a cake with chan and ended up doing most of the work.

"hey!" chan threatens emptily. "i've gotten better now, but i could use the extra help."

"you guys just want me to stay for no reason." you laugh.

"not gonna deny that."

"we like having you over," hyunjin confesses nonchalantly. he laughs then stands up with his arms out. "come on, you can help me pick which side dish you want." he offers to take your coat and bag. 

"are you sure you want me to stay?"

"y/n, we'd be insane to kick you out." jisung says seriously, making you laugh at how honest he was being.

"okay fine but after dinner i'm going straight home."

"i doubt that, but alright." jisung gives you a thumbs up. "hyunjin's cooking tonight so if you need help, or a fire extinguisher, just scream." 

"you're lucky i'm in a good mood or i'd cook you with the food."

"look at that, it's going great already!" chan claps slowly, making you chuckle.

when hyunjin brings you to the kitchen successfully without throwing anything towards jisung, he gives you an apron and the two of you start to make tonight's dinner together. as hyunjin boils the water for him to make his lovely chicken soup, you set the table and place the side dishes into little plates for the boys to eat. like he promised, he let you choose from their fridge, even changing any prior ideas to suit your taste. 

when you told him to stick to his original plan, he reluctantly nodded and let you roam around the kitchen. it wasn't a rare sight to find you in their dorm. in fact, it felt the most normal when you were around keeping everything in check. you were their best friend before you were minho's girlfriend.

hyunjin and you take two hours at most, to finish up the final dish and while you stand next to hyunjin as he stirs the chicken in the pot, you don't realise the figure that's standing by the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. compared to his previous frown, he has a grin plastered on his face as he scans your entire appearance from head to toe. you were still in the outfit from earlier today, but you still managed to take his breath away. 

your phone buzzes in your pocket as you laugh at something hyunjin says. you pull it out, still in conversation with him when you see who texted you.

minho: are you home?

said boy, despite being a few feet away from you decides to retreat back into his room to not disturb you and hyunjin. meanwhile, you stood still in your spot as you read his text over and over again, not ignoring the butterflies that erupted in your stomach. this always happened. you always needed a second to recollect yourself to think of a response whenever he’d call, text -- sometimes even while the two of you were talking

he just had an affect on you, and it didn’t calm your heartbeat when you could read him so well.

you knew his brief text was his own way of asking if you were safe because unlike most days, he didn't get to send you home.

you: im not, but i promise im safe.

you: the boys invited me for dinner, i can leave early if you want me to.

you sigh when the usual bubble on the other end doesn't show up. 

hyunjin realises and smiles apologetically.

"you know he'll come around," he tells you. "it's best to let him be when he gets annoyed. i think it's just his way of cooling down."

you know it is, and nod appreciatively. "thanks hyunjin," you give him a side-hug. "do you want me to stir it now? you're sweating so much right now." you laugh when you see how red his face is.

"yeah sure," you two switch places. "i have to grab something from my room but i'll be back."

you nod and let yourself enjoy the short moment of silence that he left you in. you can faintly hear the noise of chan and jisung's laughter coming from the living room, but you tune it out when you focus on stirring, finding the small yet simple task calming. after a while, it looks ready from the way it’s starting to boil so you stop and switch off the gas, about to turn around and walk away from the stove when you suddenly feel two pair of arms slide around your waist and pull you close to their chest.

you think it's hyunjin and at first, panic sinks in. but when you take in the familiar scent of your boyfriend's cologne, you physically relax and gently lay your head back onto his shoulder, letting him sway you gently from side to side. the two of you stand there, you don't know for how long but you stay there feeling content; safe and at ease. 

there was no other way to describe the feeling you get with minho whenever you're around him; near him and with him. 

he felt like home and you couldn't get enough of it. 

when he nuzzles his face into the nape of your neck, you tilt your head to the side as a way to tell him you were okay with it.

"i'm sorry," he delicately placed light kisses from your collarbone, shoulder and neck. "i shouldn't have gotten mad at you. i wanted to walk you home." he murmurs into your neck.

you can't stop the smile that's growing on your face, finding minho's soft demeanour endearing. 

"that's okay. i'm sorry too," you whisper back. "i know you didn't mean it." you turn to peck his cheek, feeling yourself grow shy a little when he looks at you. 

he hums happily but carefully placed his fingers under your chin before pulling you in for a kiss. it's slow, passionate and full of so, so much love that you almost can't believe you were feeling so many emotions rush in, but it makes you happy. you feel whole.

minho pecks your lips one more time then walks to the fridge to get water for both of you.

"are you staying for dinner?"

when you make sure the gas is switched off again, you nod. you lean against the counter and watch minho from where you're standing, admiring how good he looks in a black tee and sweatpants.

"yeah," you nod. "your scarf is on the table by the way."

he chuckles, "you didn't have to bring it back, but thank you." he teases. "if you're staying for dinner then you're staying the night too, by the way." he shrugs.

the confused look on your face speaks for itself, but the smile that’s growing only makes minho chuckle. "what?" the laugh you let out sounds like music to his ears.

"stay the night," he repeats. "please?" his voice softens as he looks at you. 

you let out an amused laugh at the cute look on his face, playing off the butterflies in your stomach with a smile. 

"is that gonna make you happy?" you know it will, and you would definitely love to stay with him. 

"maybe," he winks at you, "i just don't want you driving home so late at night."

you playfully squint your eyes at him, reading between the lines but not wanting to give in just for fun.

"i didn't bring any of my stuff."

"you can borrow my clothes. if you need anything else i'll go to the store and get it for you." he says it like it's obvious.

"you just wanna spend more time with me," you tease, one hand pointing at him playfully while the other rests behind your back.

minho walks over to you again, this time cupping your cheeks in his hands then pushing them together. 

"yes i do," he pecks your lips. "and there's nothing wrong with that." 

you smile in awe, admiring the look on your boyfriend's face then slip into his embrace as you tiptoe to kiss his jawline. 

you hum in agreement, "there's nothing wrong with that at all." 

you feel his chest vibrate when he laughs but miss the way he smiles as he kisses the top of your head, slightly inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

"are you guys done yet or can we eat?" jisung yells from the dining table.

"oh my god," you chuckle while minho's blissful look nearly turns into a scowl, obviously not meant to hide his annoyance.

he rolls his eyes when they enter the kitchen, but when he feels you snuggle into his side, he keeps an arm protectively over you with his other hand tucked into his pocket. 

"i love you two and i think you guys are adorable but i'm starving."

"just eat, han."

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authors note: if you've read this far, thank you so much <3 this was something i wrote on a whim and was surprisingly pleased with how it turned out. ^^

ily, always x

[fantastic-nonsense]

what's the last thing you wrote for a fic? Any fic?

Hey anon! I know you asked this awhile ago-I think back when I was answering all the asks about my WIPs-so in the spirit of generosity I'm going to give you (and everyone else) a peek at several WIPs I'm working on at the moment. Here are a few of the ones I've actively worked on within the past week (in order, and with the last few sentences I've written/edited for each fic included):

my Kanej love language fic, excerpt from the 'His Armor' section:

She asks for his honesty. She asks for his vulnerability. There are many days where Kaz doesn’t truly believe he has it in him to give her either one, but he’ll damn well try anyway. She's worth cracking his armor open for...and increasingly, he thinks he might be worth it too. So he takes to Inej's demands with the same stubborn determination that courses through his veins when focusing on any other aspect of his life he's thought was worth more than a minute of his time.

Leave Me And Live (my 'Jason Todd and his mothers/mother figures' fic that continues to inspire and frustrate me in equal measures), excerpt from the Bombshells section because I keep trying to finish it to my satisfaction before moving on:

In this universe, there is no Batmobile or missing tires, but he stares the future Batwoman down with the same defiance in his gaze and the desire to help painted on every inch of his body as he would a man clothed in black Kevlar, and Kate understands. He is not Jason Todd in this universe, but he remains the same in all the ways that matter: the same stubborn courage, the same crooked smile, the same whole-hearted and unabashed love for his people. In this universe, the fateful moments that link a Bat and a boy forever are not a defiant challenge to a shadow and a booming laugh in an alley shadowed by personal tragedy, but an impassioned plea in a spring meadow to a woman in black who feels the same deep compulsion to fight against those who would oppress their people: “If all the good people left Spain, who would be left to fight for her?” So Jasón stays.

My 'Bruce Wayne Religious Discourse' fic (focused on Bruce's childhood growing up in an interfaith household and his incredibly complicated relationship with organized religion):

Bruce is 19, alone and meditating in a cave deep in the mountains of Tibet, when he begins to contemplate the thought that a few answers might lie down the path of religion after all. He’s hungry for answers, and at this point he’ll look at anything that might explain why.

a new Six of Crows WIP that I'm calling the 'Forced to Choose' fic, about a post-CK Kaz and the Ketterdam Crows getting kidnapped and Kaz being forced to choose which one of his friends is going to get hurt and how (because...well...it is Whumptober ¯\_(ツ)_/¯):

Kaz caught Jesper’s eyes from across the room and knew, somehow, that they were both operating on the same wavelength. Jesper would die a thousand times before willingly allowing Wylan to shoulder pain he could bear instead, and he knew with certainty that they would both lay down their lives to protect Inej after all she had been through and done for them. But Kaz didn’t know if he could bear watching his brother be tortured any more than he could any of the others. Kaz refused to give his captors the satisfaction of letting the indecision show on his face, but his heart (so closely guarded and closed-off for so long) felt like it was ripping in two. It had to be him. It couldn’t be him. He was the only choice. He could never be a choice.

[truffle-chocolate]

Why…this is the most accurate description of me, although I thought it was like that for everyone...and I would actually like to hang out more often in diners or cafes in the evenings, in the form of a ghost. but I know what to do. kxm, kxm, I'll tune in now, kxm…

• Chatting in the evenings with tired shift workers who would already be used to my occasional appearances and disappearances, for example

"don't be surprised if the guy at the third table suddenly appears or disappears, he just walks very quietly. no, it's not some creepy visitor. look at them, it's just some tired student of the college who came to rest after classes. you can chat with them anytime you want to take a break. we call them sugar. we have no idea what their real names are, they just always like to mess around with sugar bags, leaving behind little drawings or notes"

° and the workers may not even really think that I'm a ghost who actually lives in the attic of this building and likes to go down in the evenings or mornings for sleepy or already tired people, because it makes it easier for them to perceive me as something normal;

• sometimes I make refrigerators or ovens rattle harder when I see that someone forgot to put the dishes or ingredients in place, or the products have already deteriorated and they cannot be used in the preparation of new dishes

"Steeeeve~ that oven is rattling like a damn tractor again! when will the master be called for repair or replacement?! - LAURA, DID YOU FORGET TO PUT THE PROTVEN IN ITS PLACE AGAIN? - damn it... I'LL DO IT NOW, STEVE!"

° or a randomly frenzied fryer, which will sizzle more intensively with oil in the direction of the boss who appeared, delaying the salary of his employees

"Bob, have you come to us again with the news that you will delay payments this month? - No! What makes you think that at all? - looks at the oil-covered boss, who starts laughing nervously Bob, the fryer doesn't lie - Damn it... yes. My daughter's birthday is this week, and my wife and I are trying to arrange a holiday for her, sorry guys. You can come to our party, Sonya will be glad to see you all - the sounds of the faded oil"

• I hope that I will have the opportunity to eat something in this ghostly form. because otherwise it will be very difficult to explain to the waiters or cooks why I don't eat my favorite strawberry pie or a piece of chocolate cake, which I look at with the most hungry and loving eyes

"you hypnotized this piece for an hour. are you dissatisfied with something or what is the reason? - all this time I've been trying either to become a little more material so that the food doesn't pass through me, or to make the cake more immaterial so that it can be touched. I'm... trying to enjoy my favorite dish...- without eating it? - full enjoyment... - pfft, okay, weirdo, it's none of my business, it's just that Steve started to worry that something was wrong with his baking"

invite you to see the results too and play a little, if you want @asterclaw @bluedove216 @elizakai @prylc I'm not insisting, but just an offer to have fun

Made a uquiz because of that ghost/haunting poll

[songmingisthighs]

Hooked

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ch. liii - sugar daddy

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??? × reader, ateez × reader

A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

Dinner couldn't have gone better. Sure, Seonghwa's dad mostly ignored you, only throwing questions here and there to avoid Seonghwa's mom nagging at him. But he was mostly preoccupied with his phone. At one point, while his dad was so focused on his phone, Seonghwa leaned close to you and whisper 'one of the mistresses' to you, making you giggle.

"You know, (Y/N), I don't think I've ever seen Seonghwa smiled this wide when he's around us, you must be a pretty special lady," his mom said to you with a gentle smile.

You blushed in slight embarrassment at the compliment, "I sure hope so, ma'am, because I gotta say that he's very special to me too," you said as you look up to Seonghwa.

Hearing you said that made Seonghwa bit his bottom lip to prevent him from giggling out loud. So he opted to place a hand on your thigh and squeezed it gently, letting you know how he appreciated your words. Seeing this, his mom squealed and gushed about how adorable you both are and how glad she is that he found you.

Even after the topic was changed, Seonghwa didn't seem to lift his hand off of your thigh. He had actually moved to caress it gently with his fingers. You assumed it helped him be at ease so you didn't think much about it and let him be.

As dinner progressed to dessert, you found yourself having fun bonding with his mom and sometimes his dad when he wasn't glaring at his phone or when his mom directly addressed him. You realized that his parents are actually unlike most rich parents which then would explain why Seonghwa is who he is. Maybe minus the cheating father.

One other thing you realized is that Seonghwa's hand that was on your thigh had moved significantly higher, it was resting inside your skirt, just a bit past the hem, and that he was sitting closer than before. You felt your heartbeat quicken as his fingers drew shapes on your inner thigh, exhilarated yet worried and slightly embarrassed as his parents are directly across from you two.

"Honey, there's the Kims, we should go and say hi," his mom said, tapping his dad's arm and they immediately went over to the other table after excusing themselves for one second.

As quickly as they left, Seonghwa snapped his head to you in a panicked state, "quick, take off your panties!" he said in a hurried tone. You widened your eyes at him and stared at him as if he was crazy. But he kept urging you with a panicked voice, ultimately rendering you panicked as well. Nevertheless, you did as told and slyly slip your panties off and lift them with your legs to capture them but Seonghwa beat you to the punch as he took the panties and stashed them in his pockets. Just in time as his parents return to the table. Seonghwa sent you an inconspicuous wink and that was when you realized that he has a plan.

The first time he made a move was when you were taking a sip of your water. He let his finger roamed up and slip easily to your folds, almost making you choke.

"Oh gosh, dear, are you alright?" his mom asked you. You wanted to answer but you were still coughing slightly. Seonghwa took this as an opportunity. He used his perfect-boyfriend act when he pulled your hair out of your face and dab his napkin around your mouth, perfectly covering his other hand that managed to slip deep into your hole, almost making you choke again.

First strike.

His next move was when he was seemingly very much absorbed in a conversation about business with his parents, leaving you out of the conversation but still paying attention to you. Though his hand was still under your skirt, it remained stagnant and still.

But out of nowhere, as he talked about acquisition and mergers, his fingers pinched your clit rather harshly. You jolted up in surprise as your legs clamped shut, trapping Seonghwa's hand inside.

Again, his mom asked whether or not you were okay, and you tried your best to convinced her that you are despite Seonghwa's fingers' constant teasing. When Seonghwa turned around to look at you, you saw the smug smirk on his face and by God you never wanted to smack someone more.

Second strike.

The last strike was when you all were having dessert and Seonghwa pretended to have dropped his fork. You were on edge since he had taken his hand out for a while and the slick in your pussy had started to bother you.

He ducked down under the table just as you shifted the position of your legs. He saw his, literal, opening and slotted his face between your legs and licked a stripe up your pussy. Thank God for the table cloth or else you both would've been kicked out of the restaurant for sure.

You let out a sharp squeak which was thankfully held back a little because you had your mouth close.

Just as quickly as you reacted to him, Seonghwa also quickly returned to his position, playing the act of a perfect, doting boyfriend. "Baby, you okay? You don't look well," he made a fuss by pressing the back of his hand to your forehead and cheeks which were red because you've been blushing out of embarrassment and arousal.

"You know what, Seonghwa, sweetie, you should really take (Y/N) here home, take care of her, alright?" his mom said.

You smiled sheepishly at her and also to Seonghwa's dad, "I'm so sorry I had to cut things short," you told them. Seonghwa's mom laughed wholeheartedly at you as she waved her hands around, "it's no problem at all, darling. Besides, we're going to meet each other again soon, I'm going to make sure Seonghwa bring you to family dinner, okay?" she smiled warmly at you. Even his dad managed to look up at you and smiled genuinely.

After bidding your goodbyes to both of them, Seonghwa took your hand in his and immediately ran out to get his car from the valet. As you both waited, you grip on the lapel of his blazer and tugged him close to you, "how fucking dare you," you muttered lowly.

Seonghwa smirked and brushed his lips against the skin of your cheek, "can't help it baby, you looked so damn good and knowing I prettied you up made me... hungry," he growled. His lips moved to your ear to inconspicuously nibble on your earlobe, "who's your daddy?"

Your legs almost wobbled at that. If Seonghwa hadn't had his arm around you, you sure would've dropped to the ground and let him take you then and there.

But thankfully the car came right at that moment and to say you bolted yourself into the car.

Once Seonghwa got onto the driver's seat, he gripped onto your arm and stared at you intently, "you are not to touch yourself, you got me?" he stated. You stammered, you wanted to protest but he only stared at you, unmoving.

You jutted your lips and crossed your arms in protest, staring forward in disappointment. Much to your surprise, Seonghwa smacked your thigh hard enough to make it red, "I said, you got me?" he stressed each word, indicating that he needed verbal confirmation from you. "y-yes, I understand, I won't touch myself," you whimpered.

Satisfied, Seonghwa rubbed the reddened spot on your thigh and began driving.

Whilst Seonghwa was focused on driving, an idea popped into your head. A quite dangerous one at that. But you really wanted to get back at him for playing with you in front of his parents. You didn't know what made you decide on going forth, but you were sure your horniness had a large play.

Quickly getting yourself to work, you had somehow managed to unzip Seonghwa's pants and whip his hardening dick out. You licked your lips at the sight, your hand began stroking him as the other settled on his thigh in order to stabilize yourself.

Quickly getting yourself to work, you had somehow managed to unzip Seonghwa's pants and whip his hardening dick out. You licked your lips at the sight, your hand began stroking him as the other settled on his thigh in order to stabilize yourself.

"What are you-" Seonghwa's words were cut off with his own moan as you delved down to take his dick deep in your mouth. Hearing him moaned out only egged you to go on further.

You deepthroated Seonghwa as best as you could, sucking him whilst letting your hand play with his balls.

"B-baby, you ca-an't do this," he said through gritted teeth. You peered up only to see his eyes glued to the road, but his hands were gripping onto the steering wheel so tightly, his knuckles turned white. You took him out of your mouth to pump him in with your hand instead, you rested your head on his thighs and looked up to him with a pout on your face, "you said I couldn't play with myself, well I'm not! I'm playing with you, you and your pretty cock," you proceeded to lick along the vein of his dick.

Seonghwa groaned as his resolve started to wither away. Even whilst preoccupied with Seonghwa's dick, you could feel that he was speeding to go back.

With every suck or pump, Seonghwa's dick hardened and along with that, his need to cum. It was a gamble, sure, but you couldn't help yourself. It was a sudden automatic urge to tease Seonghwa. Maybe you could blame it on hanging out with Wooyoung too much.

You continued bobbing your head on Seonghwa's cock as quickly as you can. You started something and you wanted to make sure that you're going to finish. And by finish you meant him cumming down your throat.

Due to being so focused on Seonghwa's dick, you hadn't realized that you both had arrived at the frat. The car came to a full stop in front of the frat and was put in park.

Just as you were about to release Seonghwa from your mouth, Seonghwa held your neck and groaned, "you best keep your head there until I cum so deep down your throat that you'd choke," he ordered.

You happily obliged and returned to work him. Seonghwa's demand to make him cum only encourage you. You'd bob your head on him, fondle his balls, graze your teeth against his tip, and squeeze his dick. It proved to be very effective as Seonghwa threw his head back and began to thrust his own hips up to your mouth, wanting more.

His lips began calling out your name in moans. You could imagine his eyes screwed shut as he desperately chased his release.

It wasn't until two, three more deepthroating that he came in your mouth. You could feel his dick twitched in your mouth as his warm cum trickle down your throat. The feeling made you moan and the vibration of your voice shot up from his dick to his spine, making him shudder.

You managed to swallow all of him clean, not leaving a single drop out. After you detached yourself from his dick, you could feel that he was about to pull you in for a kiss. But you expertly evaded him and dart out of his car into the frat instead.

"Hey- wait!" Seonghwa called out, cursing and immediately shoving his dick back into the pants and lock the car to follow after you.

When you walked into the frat, you ran past San and Jongho who were on the couch, watching something on the tv. You ran straight to the staircase and aim for Seonghwa and Hongjoong's bedroom.

Maybe it was because you weren't exactly running away from him, or maybe he was really just that fast, but he caught up to you mid-step and heave you up onto his shoulder wordlessly. He sent a spank onto your ass, making you yelp loudly. The sound of your voice didn't break his focus as he immediately entered your room.

As soon as he put you down on the floor, he gripped onto your chin and kissed you roughly.

"Strip naked for me," he said against your lips before letting you go. The serious tone in his voice made you hurriedly tug all of your clothes off and simply shove them to the side somewhere.

When you finally looked up, you saw Seonghwa on your bed, naked with his cock in his hand. He motioned for you to come to him with one hand while his other one was sliding up and down his slick shaft. The sight was so arousing, you could've sworn your juice leaked out of you.

"Ride me," he ordered as soon as you arrived next to the bed. You immediately obliged, throwing a leg over him and immediately slip his dick inside your pussy. Both of you moaned loudly when you felt how he filled you up and he felt how warm you are.

"Fucking move baby, I need you so bad," Seonghwa moaned out. His hips rolled up against yours and immediately you took the hint. You anchored yourself on his chest and began thrusting yourself up and down his dick. You threw your head back at the feeling and let out a long moan.

Not wanting you to work by yourself, Seonghwa gripped your hips and began meeting your thrusts. The sudden powerful hit from his hips made your arms weak and you almost toppled over onto his body.

"H-Hwa, you feel so good," you moaned out, moving your hips faster on him. Seonghwa reached a hand up to your breast and began squeezing and playing with your nipple, adding to the pleasure even more. "You feel even better, baby," he said, tongue licking his bottom lip.

The sight of his tongue was enough to drove you almost mad. You leaned forward and crash your lips to his, locking you both in a desperate kiss all the while your hips move as quickly as it could, not minding the fact that you might be sore tomorrow. Tonight, you only thought about Seonghwa fucking you.

Both of you moved in tandem with each other. Seonghwa held you as close as he could, a hand wrapped around your waist and another grabbing onto your ass, squeezing the flesh hard. Meanwhile, you were busy exploring Seonghwa's mouth with your tongue, his own tongue would even fight you for dominance.

Maybe it was because Seonghwa had been teasing you all through dinner, but you felt yourself so close to the edge. Your pussy clenched on his dick, signalling him of your impending climax.

As if to tell you to cum, Seonghwa planted his feet on your bed and began thrusting at a pace much quicker than yours. Because you were on top of him, you could feel him thrusting deep in you, rubbing onto your sweet spot continuously until you froze and came on top of him. His lips prevented you from moaning too loud which was a shame but you couldn't really protest.

It took Seonghwa a couple more thrust into your clenching pussy before he completely emptied himself in you. Both of your cum mixing and trailing down your thighs onto his and even dropping onto the bed.

The once ferocious kiss changed to a romantic one as Seonghwa nibbled onto your bottom lip sweetly. You could feel him smile against your own lips.

"You did great, baby," he said, letting your body drop down fully on top of him. When he was about to slip out of you, you whined in protest and hugged him tightly like a koala. Seonghwa chuckled at your adorableness, he carded a hand through your hair sweetly and peck your forehead, "we gotta clean up, baby, you've got cum in you and everywhere else," he said.

You whined and buried your face onto the crook of his neck in protest, "do that tomorrow, I like having you inside me," you pouted. Though his instinct told him to remove you and clean up, he couldn't say no to you. He knew he has no power if it comes to anything concerning you.

So he defeatedly sighed and somehow covered both of your bodies with your blanket. He made sure that you were in a comfortable position before closing his own eyes to get some rest.

The last thing you heard was him telling you goodnight and then a soft peck landed on your forehead before you drifted off to dreamland.

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[vannybarber]

The Prenup

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part Two Part Three Part Four Final Chapter

Scrounging through the little desk in the corner of Chris and you's bedroom, you hear him let out a boisterous laugh.

He was watching some movie and there was a certain part that he found so hilarious. After 4 years of watching it with him constantly, you still don't get what's so funny. But it makes him happy so that's what matters.

You were searching for the wine opener so Scott could get his middle-aged-4-kids-divorcee vibe on. You cleaned the other day and stuck it in there after a nightly dose of freakydeaky from Chris, which consisted of wine, whipped cream, and a many different forms of chocolate.

After what seemed like forever, you find the corkscrew and grin at your accomplishment. You take one more look in the drawer out of habit and you spot a big orange envelope with Chris' name on it. Being the nosy curious person you are, you take the envelope out and get a good look at it. You see the words Prenuptial Agreement in bold and your heart drops.

Chris had proposed to you 9 months ago and you were happy beyond words. After being together for 4 years, he finally put away his commitment troubles and made you his fianceé. And now you find out he's going to get you to sign a prenup. A fucking prenup.

You look around the room at loss for words. You were angry, hurt and confused. After 4 years of being together, he doesn't have faith in his own judgment that you guys would be together forever? You both have been through literally everything. There isn't one thing you don't know about each other. Your relationship was rare and it was special.

After moments of contemplation, you decide you would confront him on it. There's no way you could carry on the night and sleep after this. Not until you get your answers. Closing the drawer, you take a sharp breath and exhale before walking out the room. You get back to the dining table where Lisa and his siblings surrounded.

"Here you go Scott" you say slamming the corkscrew on the table in front of him. He looks up at you, puzzled. You glance at him then at Chris and he's looking at you just the same. Evidently your tone matched your movements because everyone went silent. You draw back and put both hands behind your back and huff.

"Babe, are you alright?" It was Christopher talking to you now. Your attention goes to him and your lips are in a thin line. Refraining from blowing up at him, you force smile on your face and change your tone of voice.

"What do you mean, honey? I'm fine." You should leave the acting to Chris honestly. That's definitely not your field of expertise. Shifting on your right foot, you stare at him. He shuffles and tilts his head with a knowing look.

"Spill it Y/N. What's up?"

"The flames when I burn this damn house down." So much for not blowing up. You snatch the envelope in front of you and chuck it on the table. Everyone watches the exchange and the envelope fly to the table. All their faces change from confusion to shock and even more confusion.

Chris didn't even need to look down to know it was the prenup. His eyes went from you to the wall. Guilt written all over it, you almost wish you gave a shit. You wonder how long he was going to keep this hidden from you. No need to wonder now.

"You want to explain to me why you have a prenup?" You place your hand on your hip and roll your neck at him.

"I got that for us."

You swear to everything you wanted to lunge at him right then and there. 'I got that for us'. Why do people always use that excuse for everything? They weren't thinking about you, just themselves and expected you to go along with it.

"You got it for us? I know you didn't do this on your own. Who put you up to it?" You look around the room. Scott has his hands up shaking his head. Carly and Shanna both let out a quiet "not me". You look at Lisa who had this look of hurt.

"Chris, you tell me everything. How did I not know about this? Why didn't you tell me?" Well now you know she didn't suggest it. You feel slightly guilty for letting it cross your mind, but you had your reasons.

"Ma, I had my reasons. I kept it hidden because I didn't know how I felt about it myself" he says rubbing his face and fixing his hair under his cap. Still didn't answer your question.

"Christopher, who put you up to this? Tell me now!" You're getting fired up by the minute. You have an idea who it could be too.

"Megan. She thought that it would be smart to consider. Just to protect me."

"Megan." Your voice is laced with absolute venom. "You know Chris, she does a good job keeping you out of trouble and bullshit so you're not all over the tabloids, but sometimes, her ass is too much!"

Chris is never in the news for anything negative. He's always minding his business and moving quietly. Megan is a great publicist, but she can be pretty overbearing about his personal life. She gave you side eye for like the entire first year of you guys' relationship.

"Baby, she was just looking out for me. You know how it is, women getting with you for your money. Guys loose half of everything they have when getting divorces."

You can't even believe it.

"I am not 'women'. I'm your fianceé. We've been together 4 years, Chris! After all this time your material things come before me?" Tears are puddled at your eyes now and your voice is cracking. This catches his attention.

"I told you from the start Chris, that I never cared about your money! Never have and never will. I am used to not having much. I'm not money hungry or concerned for having top tier everything. I've learned to settle."

"Y/N, I didn't mea-" you slam your hand on the table, making everyone jump. Chris shuts his mouth.

"I'm. Not. Finished. I am not marrying your bank account. I'm not marrying your cars. I'm not marrying your house. I don't give a damn about any of that shit. And you literally are still concerned about all of that?" Your face is wet and your nose is runny. You wipe your nose and cross your arms.

"It's not even like that!" Now he's getting upset. For literally nothing. This is his fault. "It's just in case it doesn't work out, we don't need to deal with all the extra mess."

That completely shattered you. In case it doesn't work out. He actually has thoughts that your marriage couldn't work. What would even cause that? You guys don't even argue. You don't even remember the last time you did. You've learned to understand what each other needs and mastered that. What is he on about?

"You know what the sad part is? Us not working out crossed my mind in, like, the first year of our relationship. And I decided that if we did get married, and God forbid we divorced, I wouldn't take anything from you."

He looked at you like he just found out he wasn't the father of your baby.

"Yeah, Chris. That's your money. You made it, not me, so why would I ask for any of it from you? You gave me an amazing relationship and thats enough for me."

"Oh my goodness." Everyone directs their attention to Scott. "So you wouldn't want anything from the divorce?"

"Of course not! I came in this relationship for him. Plus a make my own money. I don't need anyone else's."

You had your own business. Many employees at different buildings in Boston. You didn't have much growing up and you were proud of yourself for not having to worry about financial issues. Chris liked that you had your own thing going and didn't have to adapt to his life and depend on him financially. And he still got a prenup.

Feeling like you were gonna cry again, you rub your temples and take deep breaths to prevent it. But you failed and started crying more. Chris got up and moved to stand in front of you.

"Baby, I'm sorry I upset you. I thought you would be okay with this. Like you said, you don't care about my money so what's wrong with the prenup?" His hands were on your sides, but not for long as you shook them off of you.

"What's wrong with it? What this is telling me is three things. You have doubt that our marriage won't work out, you think I might change my mind and ask for alimony, and that your money comes before me."

"I..." he struggles to form words. You take this chance to get out of there.

"I really don't want to be here right now." Chris looks up and grabs your arm.

"Babe, you don't need to go. Where the hell are you gonna go?" You turn and grab the envelope from the table. You open it and pull the papers out, shoving it in his face.

"I'll go to a hotel or something, but I'm not staying here if this is the shit you're trying to pull with me." You turn the paper to you and look in disgust. You scan over it and your eyes fall on the dotted line where you need to sign. Beside it is where he needed to sign his.

Well not anymore.

You read over his signature on the line. Chris Evans.

He signed the prenup already. Now he was just waiting for your signature. He really was leaving you zero choice.

"You signed it already??" Everyone at the table head snapped up. Shanna gasped and covered her mouth. Lisa mumbles an "oh no" under her breath.

"So you were just going to bring it to me and expect me to sign it with no fight, huh?"

Chris says nothing, but his face is red. You don't wait for a response and walk to your shoes and your bag. Already having everything in there, you slip your shoes on and walk back to Chris.

"Just a heads up, you brought this on yourself."

You whip around and walk to the fireplace. You chuck the papers and envelope in the blaze and turn back to him.

"You can forget about that damn prenup, cause I'm not signing it. As a matter a fact, you don't even have to worry about that because there won't be a chance of us divorcing." You force a smile and clasp your hands together. Lisa and Scott rise from the table panicking.

"Babe, no-"

"Forget the wedding, this engagement and all of it. You can take this fucking ring too." You pry the ring off your fingers and throw it at him. It hits his chest and falls at his feet.

"I'm not marrying you."

You turn on your heel, grab your purse and jacket, walking out the door, leaving the Evans' speechless.

Was this too dramatic? I have my own opinions on a prenup, but maybe it's not as big as it seems? Idk🥴.

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