#God the wives in these movies are so fine

[kittehbiscuits]

I keep rewatching this stupid movie it's been 6 times so far please tell me I'm not alone

[exbeaut]

Speaking of vampires has anyone seen the invitation? I loved it until the end LMAO

[nevernonline]

✧.* what’s your number?; kmg

synposis: after finding an online article about the number of sexual partners a woman should have, your day with your neighbor turns into him being lucky number eighteen.

paring/s: model! mingyu x afab! reader, ft. little brother! chan.

genre/s: humor (sort of lmao), neighbors2lvrs vibes, fuckboy&girl reader and gyu.

warning/s: alcohol consumption, sexual content (minors - dni), talks of broken bones, oc has female genitalia

word count: 3.8k

content: seggsy times, idiots being besties, reader loses her job, all the vibes.

note/s: loosely based on one of my fav movies, what's your number with anna ferris. lmao enjoy. also def unedited so srry. xo.

“Miss. Y/L/N. I’m very sorry but we have decided to let you go.” 

Your boss put down a brown cardboard box that once held wine from a staff party about a week ago. You stood in silence, why were you being fired? You’re one of the only executives who does their job. All of the other employees sit around and drink whiskey and flirt with the other women on your floor on company time, go home to their wives, and make six figures. 

“Sir, can I ask why?” 

“Budget cuts, sorry honey.” 

Honey of course. Not only is he himulating you, he’s also being condescending. 

“Why not fire Ted? He does nothing but use his company card for ‘business expenses’ like taking his different fucks to exotic vacations and restaurants.” 

“Our female clients like Theodore. Sorry it has to be this way. Here’s a check to keep your rent underway and for any troubles. Good luck.” 

You picked up the brown cardboard he handed it to you and dumped the white envelope into your bag as you stormed out of his glass chamber. 

Perfect timing, your brothers getting married and you’re getting fired. Your mother will surely love to hear about this. 

After gathering the contents of your desk you found your way back to your white and gray covered apartment, sinking down into the perfect couch you bought yourself as a reward for your first month in the job. 

Pulling your laptop from the pocket of your work bag, you scrolled through the news on your side widget . Coming across an article written in some stupid lifestyle magazine about ‘the appropriate number of sexual partners for women.’ 

“Okay, so society is regressing.” 

Curious enough you scrolled through to a small section with a quiz, childish, but probably suitable for women over 50 or under 21. 

Following your finger down the various categories that pertained to you until it came to the bottom of the page pointing out your result. 

“15 and over, women with this number often have difficulty finding a spouse and are unlikely to ever settle down. Are they fucking serious? Men can fuck 50 women and still are fine.” 

A vibration came from your phone, a text from your neighbor. 

[3:44pm]. 

Mingyu: Mind helping me out? New girl won’t take the bait about my “emergency” 

Y/N: what’s the issue with her this time? 

Mingyu: nothing, just too clingy. I’m expecting you in five, say our dad fell in the shower. Thank you, owe you. 

Y/n: got it see you in five. 

Mingyu and you met often when you were ushering out hook ups or crazy exes show up to your door. You didn’t know much about his life, other than he’s a model, and obviously has bad luck with women. 

Pulling yourself up off your couch and throwing a blazer back over your shoulders you strode off down to the other end of the hallway. 

“Mingyu? Mingyu seriously answer your phone? Hello!” 

The door opened revealing a semi-naked girl, she was pretty sure, blonde, tall, nice eyes, but boring. 

“Who the fuck are you?” 

“Mingyu’s sister, who the fuck are you?” 

“Oh my god! So sorry, hi so nice to meet you, I’m Ailee his gir-“ 

“My friend, y/n. What’s wrong?” 

Letting yourself passes the bra sporting blonde you looked Mingyu straight in the face and pulled out your best crying face, it was easy today being that you’re pissed about work and that stupid fucking quiz. 

“It’s dad, he fell. I don’t think it’s good, we have to go.” 

“Oh. Okay, let me change.” 

Mingyu pulled in his jeans and a white t-shirt, grabbed his fancy leather wallet from the counter and pulled you through the front door of his condo. 

“Ailee, let yourself out okay?” 

“Call me?”

“Uh, maybe it sounds like this is bad, maybe we should stop seeing each other? I’ll call you.” 

The truth is Mingyu was never going to call her, he said that to all the others. Yet, you never saw them again. 

Silently you open the door to your place and shut it behind you. 

“She seems nice.” 

“Yeah trust me, she’s not.” 

“Noted. But, better than that crazy red headed girl, Cass was it?” 

“We don’t have to talk about her.” 

“Missing that jacket still?”

“Yes.” 

Mingyu took his place on your leather armchair and sipped the coffee you had initially made for yourself. 

“What is this? What’s your number?”

“Oh my god. Stop looking at my shit.” 

You whipped the lid of your laptop close and stole it out of his hands

“Do you really think anyone cares how many people you sleep with? Isn’t that kind of fucked up?” 

“You can only say that because well, one your a man and two you’ve fucked basically half the women in this city.” 

“Not true, we haven’t fucked.” 

“Right and we will not.” 

“Sure, sure keep telling yourself that. So what is it? 12?” 

“Do you really need that answer?” 

“Yes. And I will bother you until you tell me.” 

“17.” 

Mingyu laughed, not because he felt bad for you or that you were going to hell for fucking 17 people, but because he didn’t see the big deal. 

“Oh come on, that is not that bad.” 

“What’s yours?” 

“Maybe 20?” 

“We are way too close in number for me to not feel weird about it now.” 

“Because it doesn’t matter, why do you think you couldn’t get a husband or boyfriend or whatever the fuck you want because of that?” 

“I don’t know, I didn’t until today I guess.” 

“Bad day?” 

The dark haired man’s head nodded towards the unpacked cardboard box sitting on your dining table. 

“Weird day. And now I have to go see my family at an overly fancy party and sit around clutching cocktails and lie that I didn’t lose my job, just until their precious boy is married off.” 

“Ah, the black sheep of a rich family huh?” 

“Shut up, no. They’re just judgmental is all. Well, my mom is anyway.” 

“I see. What are you wearing?” 

“I don’t know? What’s wrong with what I have on now?” 

Mingyu looked you over in your semi unbuttoned dress shirt and oversized trousers, sexy and sophisticated, but a little boring for a party. 

“Actually you look good. But, it’s not exactly giving a cocktail party for the sister of the groom. Especially if your mom is as judgmental as you say.” 

“Okay, go in my closet then. Work your weird model magic or whatever, Mr. Jeans and white tee.” 

“Anything for you, rich girl.” 

You walked Mingyu through your bedroom into the oversized walk in closet, filled to the brim of clothes, half of them with tags still on. Gifts from boyfriends, friends, your mother. 

“Wow, I didn’t expect this.” 

“And what did you expect?” 

“A closet turned into an office and like five pairs of the same pants, maybe matching pajama sets. But not this.” 

Sitting down on the small stool you let the man rifle his way through the various colors of fabric. 

“Okay, so this black dress. It’s tight but not overwhelmingly, it’ll show your figure and still make you appropriate. These tall black boots, sexy to show off your long legs and make you look even taller, a nice bag, maybe.. this red one? Or the green, just for a pop of color. Put it on.” 

“You finish quickly .” 

“Never had a woman say that to me before. Hurry up.” 

Smirking, you run back into your bedroom, out of sight from the man tapping his fingers on the marble countertop of your dressing room, sliding into the outfit he picked out. 

“Okay, I look-“

“Beautiful.” 

“Really? Don’t you think this is a little much? I mean, for this?” 

“Not at all, it’s actually really simple. May I?” 

He held up a silver chain necklace in his hands and waited until you nodded as he strung it around your neck. 

“Perfect. Now, leave your hair up. Maybe a nice bun and curl the front pieces? You look nice without makeup on, but do that cute winged liner look you do with a nude lip.” 

“Okay, since when did you become a stylist?” 

“I’m a model, I know what I’m talking about. Come on, chop chop.” 

“Okay, mom. Jesus.” 

“Dad. Daddy, actually.” 

“That's never happening.” 

Doing his instructions as he asked, you curled the front pieces of your hair letting it softly dangle in front of your face and placed the rest up on the crown of your head in a loosely tied knot. 

“Okay. So maybe you’re good at this.” 

“I know. If you need my help further, you know where to find me.” 

“You’re leaving?” 

“Aren’t you?” 

Holding up your phone you realized how much time has passed and grabbed your keys. 

“Right. Thank you.” 

“My pleasure. See you soon, y/n.” 

“Bye, Gyu.” 

Walking up to the front steps of your parents luxurious brown stone, you felt the cold sweat under your armpits before walking in the front door. 

“Y/N holy shit, where have you been? Mom is going to kick your ass.” 

“Sorry, Chanie. I had something going on. Where is she?” 

“In the dining room with Marnie and Seungcheol. Talking about wedding stuff, please save us.” 

Coming to your brother's rescue was part of the job of being an older sister. Seeing him settle down and get engaged to a girl like Marnie was amazing for you, she was everything he needed, and it was nice to have another girl in your family. 

Grabbing  a glass of champagne from the silver tray of a waiter, you strode up to your mother in your childhood home, still as nervous as you would have been as a little girl to be under her gaze. 

“Aw, my baby. Finally arrived. Hello.” 

“Hi, Mom. Hello, guys.” 

You mom hugged you giving a kiss on both of your blushing cheeks passing you along to greet your brother's future wife and his friend Seungcheol. 

“Y/N, you look amazing. Where did you get this beautiful dress?” 

“Thank you. My friend helped me pick this out actually, I don’t remember where it’s from.” 

“Friend? Which friend is this, darling?” 

“His name is Mingyu, he’s my neighbor.” 

“Gay? He has wonderful taste.” 

“No, not gay mom. He’s a model.” 

“Oh wow, can I see a photo? Why didn’t you bring him?” 

“Maybe next time.” 

After downing the first glass of alcohol you quickly look for another, Seungcheol already holding a glass in his hand for you with a wink. 

“Thank you.” 

“Anytime.” 

“Y/N, can you go find your father? Now that you're here we can start dinner.” 

“Yep.” 

Strolling throw the various rooms full of priceless knickknacks and photos of your youth, you stop at the open oak doors of your fathers study, looking at him for a moment, behind his desk, glasses on, reading his book. 

“Hello, Dad. May I come in?” 

“Y/N, yes of course. Just hiding out here until I can eat some dinner. How are you?” 

“I’m okay, mom sent me to get you to come eat. What are you reading?” 

“Oh, just some Orwell. Relaxes me.” 

“Shall we, sir?” 

“Yes, my girl.” 

You held your arm out for your father, he was always your best friend, someone who no matter what supported everything you wanted to do. He was stern, but even after parenting you he would end it with a hug and a piece of candy, seeing him grow older had your heart in pain. 

Searching the table for your placecard, it sat you right in between your brother and Seungcheol, his best man and best friend for longer than you could ever remember. 

“Are you coming to his bachelor mixer?” 

Seungcheol’s long eyelashes fluttered in front of your face and you noticed how much more mature he looked, he was always cute, but it’s grown on you now. 

“Are you going to embarrass me?” 

“I’m not the one who got drunk in college and broke her arm trying to dive into the fountain.” 

“Ouch. At least I haven’t shit myself drunk as an adult and embarrassed myself in front of the girl I liked.” 

“I did not shit myself. It was a fart.” 

“A fart with a little poop, a shart if you will. What did they call you? Shart Seungcheol?” 

Your mother interrupted the light flirting you two were enjoying and gave a speech about how lovely it is to see her baby marrying a second daughter and so on and so on. 

After everyone downed their salmon and fancy finger food, you got into the silly party bus along side the rest of the bridal party, moving on to the night of drinking ahead of you. 

“Guys let’s play a game on the way to the bar.” 

Your brother's fiancé spoke, turning down the music and passing around multiple bottles of tequila and glasses. 

“Everyone right down a confession on your paper. If we guess whose it is, they have to drink, but if you get it wrong you drink.” 

Looking down at the small pink sheet of paper you wrote about your day, your sex number, and you losing your job. Maybe nobody will get it, maybe nobody will care because they’ll be equally as drunk. 

The game went on as your anxiety grew and nobody had chosen your confession yet, that was until your brother pulled one of the last sheets of paper out from the bowl. 

“Today I lost my job, I let a stupid magazine article tell me how women who have sex with more than 15 men means they’re unloveable and unwanted. I can’t wait to get fucked up. Congratulations! Well that’s my sister.” 

“What? How did you guess that?” 

“I know your handwriting dumbass, drink, everyone drink.” 

Your night continued, nobody mentioned your failure as a person, they just celebrated the happy couple. 

More and more drinks in, maybe the same amount of people you’ve had sex with. You took it upon yourself to get people on the dance floor, when you felt a pair of hands coming up on your hips, turning around to curse them out, you recognized the eyes staring back at you. 

Mingyu. 

“What the hell are you doing here!?” 

“Birthday party, we always come here. What the hell are you doing here?” 

“Mixed sexes bachelor party.” 

Mingyu's hands were still resting on your hips, on top of the very dress he helped you pick out hours before. 

“Exciting. Want to get a drink with me?” 

“I have one.” 

You held up the half empty glass of your Negroni and Mingyu snatched it from your grip, downing it for you. 

“You’re paying.” 

“Yes. That was the plan.” 

His hand pulled out off the dance floor and back over to a pair black leather bar stools, waving the bartender over. 

“Two whiskey sours please.” 

“No, one whiskey sour. I’ll have a whiskey neat.” 

The bartender nodded working his magic for the two rocks glasses. 

“Here you go, tab Mingyu?” 

“Yes, thanks John.” 

“Wow first name bases?” 

“I told you we like to come here. Who’s the pale dude staring at us?” 

You turned around to look at your brother, cheering you from across the bar. 

“My brother, Chan. His wedding party.” 

“Yes, I remember. I meant the one next to him?” 

“Ah, Seungcheol. Best man.” 

“He wants to fuck you, maybe he’s lucky number eighteen.” 

“Maybe he was lucky number ten back in the day.” 

“Do you remember his number?” 

“No, but I’ve already fucked him. In college.” 

“Ah, I see. Still on the hunt?” 

“Not at all actually, I’m celabte now.” 

“No way, I bet you could find many dudes who’d want to fuck you here.” 

“It’s a matter of if I want to fuck them no?” 

“Touchè” 

“What about him?” 

Mingyu pointed to a tall blonde, long hair, and pretty lips. 

“Gorgeous. But not my style. I’m not really in the mood to get laid.” 

“And let my work go to waste?” 

You smiled, sipping your drink and feeling the warm liquid enter your body. 

“You didn’t give me my beautiful face and fat ass, you just put it in a dress. And as my dad says, leave them wanting more.” 

“You’re a very funny drunk, she shocks me even more.” 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Do you ever get tired of having me save your ass from all those girls? Don’t you want to settle down and not have your neighbor coming over to rescue you all the time?” 

“Maybe the reason I do it is so you’ll save me.” 

“Shut up.” 

“No. I’m serious. I like hanging out with you, I enjoy seeing you, and you’re very entertaining. I like role play.” 

“I see, you have a kink.” 

“All jokes aside, I like seeing you.” 

You were surprised by his gentle voice and nature, you always knew him from the outside, a beautiful guy who has bad luck getting girls out of his apartment for whatever reason. 

“I like seeing you too.” 

Mingyu's hand rested on your thigh as he looked towards the same dance floor he pulled you from before, basically begging you with his eyes to come back out with him. 

You agreed, holding his hands through various sweaty bodies, some you knew and some you didn’t. Dancing along with them to the rhythm of the song, holding yourself up on Mingyu's large frame 

“Surprised to see you in something other than jeans and a tee.”

“You like?” 

“If I say yes are you going to fuck with me over it?” 

“Maybe. Are you going to let me be your lucky number eighteen?” 

“If you promise you don’t have some random girl barge in your door tomorrow to get me to leave?” 

“She’ll be tied up.” 

“Let’s go. I have to say bye to my brother first. Come on.” 

Walking towards the door you spot Chan playing darts with Marnie, who was obviously kicking his ass. 

“Hey! I’m going to head out, I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Is this Mingyu?” 

“Oh shit, yes Marnie, Chan, this is Mingyu. Mingyu, this is my brother Chan and his fiancé Marnie.” 

Mingyu outstretched his hand to the couple, shaking it kindly. 

“Nice to meet you man, my sister talks about you a lot. Be good to her.” 

“Chan, shut the hell up. Love you both, mwah mwah.” 

“Mingyu if you’re free tomorrow, y/n has a plus one. We’d love to have you.” 

Smiling and whisking Mingyu out of the front door, you began to run together through the light rain falling, two blocks to your apartment. 

“Sorry, my brothers, an idiot.” 

“He seems nice, his wife to be too.” 

You felt your hands shaking in nervousness riding up the elevator to your shared floor. Stepping off and standing in the hallway between your two front doors. 

“Your place or mine?” 

“Well, I picked you up didn't I? Come to mine.” 

Mingyu led you through his familiar front door and helped you out of your wet clothes, throwing them in his washing machine. 

Now standing in his living room, just in your black lace bra and panties, feeling like all those other girls before. Almost in fear of someone knocking to kick you out of his dimmed apartment. 

“Come on.” 

You giggled as he picked up your half naked frame and carried you into his bedroom. 

“Lay down. Off the edge of the bed, trust me.” 

You didn’t say anything just followed his instructions as his fingers came and wrapped themselves around your lace underwear, blowing on your clit with his soft breath as he pulled them down your freshly shaved legs. 

“Fuck.” 

His lips came in contact between your heated center, splitting his kisses between your aching parts and your thighs. 

Your hands working their way through his hair as he used his tongue to work his way around your clit and between your folds, pushing you closer and closer into your own euphoria. 

Maybe you understood why girls didn’t want to let him go, if this was his head game, you can’t even imagine what could come next. 

“You taste so sweet, I should’ve known better to be careful, I might get addicted to you.” 

“Stop with the niceties, Gyu. Can you please fuck me?” 

“Eager are we?” 

“Yes.” 

Mingyu pulled you up by the back of your neck, forcing your head near the top of his dick, waiting for you to wrap your mouth around it and get it sopping wet so he could enter in between your legs. 

“Oh, baby, that feels so good. I love watching you on my dick, but we have to stop before you get me going too much.” 

Your head turned up at him, mascara slightly spilling under your eyes, as you opened your mouth searching for the feeling of his lips on yours, before he planted in on you he spit into your mouth, and inserted himself between the same thighs he was kissing before, slowly entering inch by inch, making you wait to feel him fully inside of you even more. 

“Comfortable, baby?” 

“Yes, faster please.” 

“So polite, but as you said before, leave them wanting more and more. I want you to get riled up.”  

“Yes, sir.” 

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” 

His thrusting became more rapid with your soft moaning, kissing your neck in the process, riding out your high with you, you felt him begging to slow down as his teeth wrapped around your hard nipples, sucking softly at them. 

“You’re so delicious, I don’t think I can last much longer.” 

“Me either, but it’s only round one.” 

“Do you want to do this again?” 

“Eighteen has always been my lucky number, now fill me up.” 

With your final words, Mingyu rode the rest of his high before finishing inside of you, placing a soft kiss on your perfectly pink lips, and dipping his head back down to your center to clean you up with his mouth. 

“Want to stay?” 

“Is that alright?” 

“Yeah, come on. Let’s shower.” 

The tall man led you into his beautiful marble bathroom and turned the water on in his shower built for two. 

“I meant what I said at the bar, you know. I like being with you.”  

Your long arms reached up to his hair, massaging his scalp with shampoo. 

“I meant what I said too, lucky eighteen.” 

“So I’m your lucky number?” 

“Yes, don’t tell my mom tomorrow.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell her that you called me sir and the ass she gave you is indeed perfect.” 

You planted a soft kiss on his lips, before pushing him back under the warm water of the shower head. 

“I dare you.” 

[saraanzu]

bsd speculation: what’s up with this girl in bram’s flashback from 107.5, and what can we learn about her from dracula?

(prefacing this with some rambling… actual analysis starts after the readmore)

107.5 came out the same day as the s5 trailer and it was right after an exciting mersault chapter which is the vastly more popular pov and it was a whopping 9 pages - it was bound to be disliked. I won’t pretend a 9-page chapter isn’t disappointing (no idea why recent chapters have been so short - I hope they get a bit longer again when s5 is done airing?) and I think it’s fine to prefer the mersault storyline but I’ve also seen some god-awful takes about this chapter.

aya and bram aren’t side characters! they have been core to bsd’s plot ever since their introductions (in aya’s case, her re-introduction) and you can dislike them all you want but it’s objectively incorrect to claim they aren’t important to the story.

I also don’t agree with the take that 107.5 didn’t further the plot at all - obviously not a lot can happen in, again, 9 pages (that’s 1/3 the length of 107!) but aya deciding to remove bram’s sword and him actually encouraging her to do it even when he doesn’t believe it’s possible and previously told her not to is a huge turning point in the story! 107.5 certainly isn’t a favorite of mine but I will say we’ve had (slightly) longer chapters in recent months that had more exposition and setup with less plot.

I’ve seen some people worry that, because bram pictures someone who looks like aya in what’s presumably a wedding dress, bram and aya’s relationship is going in a creepy direction. I want to make it clear that no matter who this flashback girl is, even if she’s bram’s dead lover and/or aya in a previous life, I highly highly doubt that anything weird is going to happen between bram and aya. their relationship hasn’t been set up like that at all, in fact bram has parallels with aya’s father and he explicitly sees her as a child (more on that later) (look. bsd is not above using some Weird Tropes. in particular, the tanizakis and mori come to mind (and in mori’s case, it doesn’t even really function as a reference to the irl author - vitas sexualis has nothing to do with pedophillia!) but it’s important to mention that, while I wish those tropes weren’t in bsd at all because they’re unnecessary and add nothing of value to the characters, they are ultimately gags and nothing more. they don’t really set a precedent for how weird asagiri is willing to get when it comes to legitimately serious plot points.)

okay! got it all out of my system here’s the actual post

part 1: the dress

personally, when I first read 107.5, I didn’t think this girl was in a wedding dress. my initial assumption was “this must be bram’s daughter, she’s wearing some sort of tiara and bram was a nobleman”. but looking at it again, it does resemble one, and we should consider how bram’s backstory might reference dracula.

“the brides of dracula” are three seductive vampire ladies who live in count dracula’s castle and attempt to feed on jonathan harker early on in the book before being stopped by dracula, who chastises them for trying to eat harker and feeds them a human baby instead.

while they are known as dracula’s brides in pop culture and are often portrayed as such in movie adaptations, they go unnamed in the original novel and their relation to dracula is unclear. from what we see of them they refer to each other as “sisters”, although perhaps not in the literal sense. two of them have dark hair and are described as having similar facial features to dracula while the third is blonde, which may imply the third is dracula’s wife and the other two are his daughters. I imagine they’re pretty vague and mysterious on purpose, they could be dracula’s wives/sisters/daughters, or even just some vampire ladies crashing at his house.

however, I don’t think we should disregard details exclusive to adaptations of dracula and only focus on the original book when thinking about bsd. film adaptations of the book are actually more influential on dracula’s perception in pop-culture than the book itself, so it’s not unlikely that asagiri would reference elements that appeared in adaptations but not the novel.

so, because of “the brides of dracula”, I think it’s quite possible this girl is indeed a bride. she does look a bit young for it, but I’ve seen others say they think she looks older than aya, so I guess that’s subjective (and people would get married younger in bram’s time I suppose).

that doesn’t mean she has to be bram’s bride - again, the “brides” in the original novel have no explicit relation to dracula and could easily be his daughters or sisters, and I really do think her being his daughter instead makes more sense thematically.

part 2: her relation to bram

I believe bram subtly parallels aya’s father in a few ways. aya’s dad is verbally and physically abusive, and he berates aya for not being good at traditionally feminine activities. he doesn’t see her for what she is, a child, and instead expects her to be a perfect traditional woman.

right before we see this flashback, bram is surprised by aya’s age, and comments that she is “too young to even use a spinning wheel” (also a traditionally feminine activity). both of them question aya’s desire/ability to be an ally of justice but for different reasons: aya’s father finds it unladylike while bram finds it too big a task for a little girl (he is also sleepy)

I didn’t understand the point of this scene’s inclusion before, but in retrospect I think it serves as foreshadowing for bram’s flashback and demonstrates how he and aya’s father both associate aya with dead people, but this causes them to treat her differently.

aya will never live up to her father’s expectations because she can’t compete with his idealized memories of the dead. her own accomplishments are irrelevant in his eyes because she isn’t enough like the wife and daughter he lost. I suspect his grief is part of the reason he’s so horrible to her in the first place.

it’s the opposite case with bram. in his eyes aya does compare to someone who he remembers fondly, and the end of 107.5 implies that’s the very reason he’s okay with aya pulling the sword out.

I don’t necessarily see bram as a father figure to aya (to me he’s more of a weird creature who’s sort of grown fond of her after being unwillingly dragged around… but hey, who says that can’t be a dad?) but I do think it’s possible that this mystery girl was bram’s daughter in the past because of how he parallels aya’s father.

(note: she has normal human ears rather than pointy ones, but bram was turned into a vampire by his ability and wasn’t bitten or born as one, so I don’t know if he’d necessarily pass down his vampirism to his children. he also may have developed his ability after becoming a father, or his daughter could even be adopted).

part 3: her relation to aya

the most common idea I’ve seen to explain the resemblance between these two is that aya is a reincarnation of this flashback girl. introducing reincarnation out of nowhere seems a bit random even for bsd, but surprisingly this theory does have some basis.

in the movie bram stoker’s dracula (1992), the character mina harker, jonathan’s fiancé, is a reincarnation of dracula’s long-dead lover, elisabeta. dracula recognizes her as a reincarnation due to their resemblance and mina agrees to assist him, still harboring feelings and memories from her past life. it’s fairly common for dracula adaptations to portray dracula and/or mina as having romantic feelings for each other, but this isn’t really the case in the novel, and elisabeta is entirely an invention of this particular movie.

so, aya being a reincarnation of a girl bram once knew could work as a reference to this. I did say previously that I think it’s possible asagiri will reference adaptations of dracula and not just the novel, but I’m not so sure he would make something specific to one particular adaptation a major part of bram’s backstory.

personally, I’m partial to the idea that aya’s ability will be introduced soon, and her resemblance to this flashback girl may have something to do with it. (the ability idea and reincarnation idea aren’t inherently contradictory, aya’s ability could very well be reincarnation)

this theory by @jo-dieeee suggests that aya’s ability is called mirror, due to the discussion of mirrors in 107.5 and the book above.

mirror: the fiction and essays of koda aya isn’t actually a book written by irl koda, nor is it just a collection of her stories. it was written by ann sherif and discusses koda’s life and works, including some translations of her short stories in the second part. however, the existence of this book and aya emphasizing mirrors in 107.5 is quite an interesting coincidence! whether or not it’s called mirror, I’m fairly confident an ability reveal is coming up.

it’s also worth bringing up that aya’s resemblance to this mystery firl might not have a supernatural explanation at all. it could easily be an artistic choice simply made to indicate that bram is reminiscing about someone who aya reminds him of. I’m not too into the reincarnation idea myself.

[brucewaynehater101]

What music genres do you think the batfam members listen to?I ask this because of how little Alternative music fan headcannons there are. I personally think Tim enjoys grunge and or nu metal(Specifically bands like limp Bizkit, Linkin Park, Korn, and System of a Down)

I'm not too familiar with genres, so I'll be giving this my best shot. I typically listen to music by the vibe it gives. My playlists include music that makes my brain go brr (the nice dissociation), songs for muses, ones to scandalize my mother, music a garage band would play, songs that make God fear me, and a long playlist for pleasant company.

Anyways, I've seen a few fics where people say that Bruce and Tim share a love of those genres. I could definitely see Tim listening to the ones you mentioned. He probably plays it through his preferred headphones as he fixes electronics, codes, or plots destruction. He also, because he suppresses his anger a lot, probably listens to music like Ghostemane, Kim Dracula, and Freddie Dredd.

Jason definitely enjoys musicals. Dick as well, but Jason isn't as vocal about it. Instead, Jason will listen to 80's rock and 2000's girl bands if others around (he ofc listens to TLC).

I like to think that they all enjoy music in different languages. For Dick and Damian, they especially like music they grew up listening to in their respective cultures. The others, because the batfam is multilingual, just enjoy all kinds of different tunes in multiple languages. The batfam playlist, especially for hanging out in the cave, is chaotic. Bruce nearly had an aneurysm the first time he heard Touch You (Yarichin Bitch Club) over the speakers. The only reason the kids didn't get in trouble was because Damian was out with Colin at the time.

I hc that Cass likes lofi hip hop music. She typically enjoys all songs but prefers those without words (because understanding words still requires energy from her and can prevent her from fully relaxing). She does listen to a lot of classical music, a passion she shares with Alfred.

Alfred, the man the myth the legend, enjoys swing music the most. He'll put on a variety of music in the kitchen (different classical eras, opera music, the occasional musical, jazz, some more modern instrumental music, and some movie background tracks), but the whole fam knowns he's in a really good mood if swing music is playing.

Bruce is the type of person to just listen to what's on. Unless he dislikes the music, he will be fine with whatever his kids or Alfred have playing. He particularly enjoys alternative rock and old country music (like Garth Brooks), but he doesn't usually fight for the aux cord.

Barbara has playlists depending on her mood. Birds of Prey mission prep? Bruce being a dick? Dick being a dick? Batfam drama she has to once again intervene in? Coding nights? Can't get out of bed days? She also has a few playlists for each person she regularly interacts with. For calm or bad nights, she'll put the playlist in that person's comm. She also likes to hack speakers around Bruce and play her revenge music when he's being a petty asshole. Some of her revenge music includes "They're Coming to Take Me Away" by Sloppy Jane, "OoOo1" by galen tipton, "All I see is Poop" by Hobo Johnson, "I Swallowed Shampoo" by Soupy Garage Juice, "I am now going to bark at you" by thquib, and "I hope You Die in a Fire" by Grand Commander.

Duke is most definitely a Mitski, Hozier, Crane Wives enjoyer, and you can pry that hc from my cold, dead hands. He probably also likes songs similar to "Ancapistan" by Jreg or "The Fine Print" by The Stupendium.

Dick's music is either super high in energy or sad as fuck. He loves the songs "Has Anbody Seen My Will to Live" by The Tin Knees and "Copacabana (At the Copa)" by Barry Manilow because they are both sad and happy :) I hc that he likes songs by TV Girl, Yot Club, Joji, and Cosmo Sheldrake. He also has a few playlists he follows of Zumba music. The song "The Masochism Tango" by Tom Lehrer is one of his favorites.

This is already a pretty long post, so feel free to reblog with more ideas! I didn't get to Steph or more in depth with Damian :(

[sweetyyhippyy]

Metal Head Princess. Dad!Eddie series. *FLUFF*

(My header)

Summary: Baby Munson is… (yeah I know we already know based on the header 😅😅)

Word Count: 925

TW: *I know that gender is a social construct, and I 1000% support and believe that. But I did assign gender, I figured with it being a fictional, “oc” character it wouldn’t be a huge deal… I could be wrong.* Eddie being obnoxious (lovingly)

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“I’m telling you, it’s going to be a boy 1000 percent.” Eddie chuckles, one hand on the steering wheel while the other is on her thigh.

“You’re just saying that because you don’t want a girl.” She teases, taking a sip of water. “I’m telling you, the books and the old wives tales I’ve read about, we’re having a girl. Plus I just feel it in my body.”

Eddie sighs dramatically. “You’re that convinced?”

“Yes! Plus, I see you having a little baby girl version of yourself. You making her listen to all the metal bands, being just like you but with little pigtails and chunky little cheeks.” She smiles, already thinking about how cute and sweet their future child was going to be.

“Yeah I guess I wouldn’t mind a little metal head princess. Next to you of course.”

“Care to make this interesting?” She asks, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

“Oh, I’m intrigued. Go on.”

“If it’s a boy, I will let you name the baby anything you want. I can’t say no to whatever name you pick.”

Eddie throws his head back and belly laughs. “Yeah, that’s good. Alright, and if it’s a girl?”

She sits silent and thinks for a while, before she laughs to herself. “You have to let me practice doing pigtails on your hair. Bows, headbands and all.”

“Okay, yeah you got a bet, babe.”

***

“Why am I so nervous? I haven’t been this nervous since our first date.”

“It’ll be fine! You’re just worried you’re gonna lose.” She teases, sticking her tongue out at him.

“Okay, I think I have a clear enough picture. Are you ready?” The doctor asks with a smile on her face.

“Yeah.” Eddie smiles, reaching for his wife’s hand to squeeze comfortingly. “Yeah we’re ready.”

They both look at the screen, watching the fuzzy black and white picture.

“Okay, so we are looking for a possible extra part right around here to indicate what you’re having… and I’m not seeing it, so I think it’s safe to assume you are expecting a baby girl, you two! Congratulations!”

She instantly bursts into tears, clasping her hand over her mouth. “Oh my god, really? Is it really a girl?” She sniffles.

“Yup, it looks like it! Congratulations you guys.” She smiles warmly.

“Babe, it’s a girl!” She looks up at Eddie, tears still filling her eyes. As she looks at him, she notices the tears in his eyes. “Eds?”

He clears his throat, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “I’m okay. Just… just really happy, is all.” He says to her, kissing her head. “I’m so happy.” He kisses her forehead twice, swiping his thumb through her tears. “Is the baby looking good, doc? She’s healthy and all that?”

“Yes, she's looking very healthy. Nothing concerning or anything I’m worried about. I'm going to print these pictures out for you guys to take home and then I’ll be sending you guys on your way.”

***

Eddie was getting a quick drink for both of them, deciding on a movie night for 2 to end the day. He looked to her through the kitchen, her body laid out on the couch, a book resting on her bump as she read the words on the page. He loved being able to look at her and just watch her without her knowing, even though it sounded creepy.

She always had her hand on her little belly along with a smile. He loved that she was embracing the “soon to be mom” role; reading all the pregnancy books she could find in her spare time (even trying to get him to read the books too so he knew what she was going through).

“Babe! Come here!” She calls from the room.

Eddie grabs their glasses and walks to her, handing her a cup as he rounds the couch. “What’s up, babe?”

“Did you know that right now she’s the size of a banana?” She says, putting the book down on her belly to look over at him with a smile on her face.

Eddie smiles back, placing his drink on the table in front of him before he lays between her legs, his head resting on her stomach. “Doc said that she could hear me now, right?”

She nods her head, lifting her shirt up a little bit.

“Hey in there. You’ll be hearing a lot from me now that I know you can hear me. I uh… I just wanted to tell you I love you a lot already and I can’t wait for you to get here.” Eddie smiles, rubbing both sides of his wife’s belly. “Actually, I can wait for you to get here. We don’t have anything ready for you yet, so don’t be in a hurry.”

She can’t help but laugh, making her belly jiggle. “Lay down the law with her dad.” She jokes.

“You know, I just realized something… probably going to have to stop calling me daddy in bed if that’s what the baby is going to call me.”

“Edward James Munson! You are disgusting!” She screeches and laughs, pushing his head away from her. “She heard you say that!”

“Sorry!” He laughs just as hard as her, kissing the bump. “Sorry to you too little girl. Damn, going to have to stop calling you that now too.”

“Eddie!” She draws out the “e” at the end of his name, pushing his head again. “You are such a perv.”

“I mean, this is how you got knocked up, babe.”

[xwiedzmax]

After a looong time of writing down, analyzing and editing, heres my analysis of the c!Sherbert playlist :] First, I wanna say, the songs that are in italic are unavailable on youtube, therefore hidden in the playlist, but theres an option to show unavaiable videos. marked them to avoid confusion (thats why theres 1 repeat song, some might be also out of order but im unsure) the order i wrote the songs down is: [title] - [artist] - [meaning] (songs from musicals/movies just say [title] from [name]) on some of the songs i was kinda unsure of their meaning, thats why theres question marks. basically means that i think thats their meaning, but im not 100% sure also one last note- this playlist is so well made- like the songs have such great meanings for the different arcs for Icarus, its so satisfying to listen to every song and see how it relates to Icarus :] anyways- time for the analysis Icarus - Bastille - Icarus [Wack/Quixis] Redesign Your Logo - Lemon Demon - wack, changing, Quixis Any Day Now - Bo Burnham - wackkkk & - Tally Hall - wack, changing, Quixis? Comb Attack - Jack Stauber - ..vibes?? Hungover in the City of Dust - Autoheart - Quixis? Mr Backwards - Jack Stauber - Quixis?? Never Meant to Know - Tally Hall - Ic vibes, Quixis Out of The Box - Jack Stauber - Ic vibes [Corruption] Digital Silence - Peter McPoland - Icarus, Quixis?, Fable/Gods, Corruption? (many ways to interpret) Under My Skin - Jukebox the Ghost - Corruption Able (Extended) - Jack Stauber - Corruption Mirror Man - Jack Stauber - Corruption Brass Goggles - Steam Powered Giraffe - Corruption, mainly Bleed Magic - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME - Corruption, Momboo/Manipulation? [Icarus/Quixis] Gold - Imagine Dragons - Ic, Quixis, Wack Gold - Spandau Ballet - Icarus, them being positive, remembering s1?? Creature - Half•Alive - Icarus [Runaway Arc] Path to Isolation - Jeff Williams - Runaway arc, not remembering Bet On It from Highschool Musical 2 - Regret, wanting to remember? Problems - Mother Mother - Not remembering, runaway arc [Broters/Family] Two Birds - Regina Spector - eye duo s1 Family Line - Conan Gray - brothers (prince trio) Call Them Brothers - Regina Spector - brothers Brother - Kodaline - brother Rule #4 Fish in a Birdcage - Fish in a Birdcage - brothers Icarus - The Crane Wives - Icarus, brothers Family Jewels - MARINA - Morningstar Family, Icarus, young eye duo?? When the Day Met the Night - Panic! at The Disco - Isla, Fable and Enderian Icarus - Emma Blackberry - young Icarus?? s1?? I've Got You (Sherbert's Lullaby) - Zenni - young broters

[Sherb & Enderian/Momboo?]

Fine - Lemon Demon - early s1? My Eyes from Dr. Horribles Sing-Along Blog - Sherbert and Momboo, whisper duo If I Killed Someone For You - Alec Benjamin - Sherbert and Enderian (Sherbert and Momboo?) Laplace's Angel - Will Wood - Corruption (Enderian/Momboo?) [Corruption/OB/Whisper Duo]

Ways To Be Wicked from Descendants 2 - Corruption, OB Heathens - Twenty One Pilots - Corruption, OB, whisper duo?? I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Måneskin - Corruption, OB Twisted - NateWantsToBattle - Corruption, Sherbert to Enderian, OB? Ramalama (Bang Bang) - Róisín Murphy - Corruption Secret - The Pierces - Whisper duo Hawk in the Night - Madds Buckley - Whisper duo Sharks - Imagine Dragons - Corruption, OB? Lies - Will Jay - Corruption?? We Both Reached For The Gun - Richard Gere - Corruption? OB? Wolf in Sheep's Clothing - Set It Off - Corruption Play With Fire - Sam Tinnesz - Corruption Can't Stand The Rain - The Rescues - OB, Corruption Bust Your Knee Caps (Johnny Don't Leave Me) - PomplamooseMusic - no explanation behind it 6up 5oh Copout (Pro / Con) - Will Wood and the Tapeworms - Corruption, Prison Murders - Miracle Musical - Corruption? Nothing Left To Loose from Tangled - Corruption, DenialTM [S1 Finale] As The World Caves In - Matt Maltese - s1 finale What If Tomorrow Comes from Black Friday Musical - s1 fianle [S2 Beginning]

New Life - Alex Ernst - s2 beginning People I Don't Like - UPSAHL - s2 beginning Turn The Lights Off - Tally Hall - Sleepover?? s2 beginning? [Runaway Arc]

The Devil You Know - X Ambassadors - Lack of memories??? What Did I Do - The Correspondents - Remembering/runaway arc It's Not The Same Anymore - Rex Orange County - Runaway arc Could Have Been Me - The Struts - Remembering [Anger at Centross]

Brutus - The Buttress - Anger at Centross Absinthe - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME - Anger at Centross The Main Character - Will Wood - Anger at Centross/Thinking theyre in the right You're Not Welcome - Naethan Apollo - Anger at Centross Blood // Water - Grandson - Anger at Centross Lonely - Imagine Dragons - Regret/lonely?? Goner - Nicholas Podany - Angry at Centross??? [Regret]

Rock In God's Shoe - Sushi Soucy - trying to reach out to the gods? blaming them? no idea how to label this one- Moonsickness - Penelope Scott - Regret? Blaming themself? Is There Anybody Here? - The Dear Hunter - Regret, Haley Maybe Man - AJR - Regret? Wanting to be better/change? Chasing You - Capital Cities - Regret, Haley The Garden - The Crane Wives - Haley? New Eyes - Echos - Regret, wanting to change [Post Unlocked]

The Tornado - Owl City - s2 finale/unlocked/could be a few things Birds - Thomas Sanders - birb, silly happy Ic (post Unlocked) Look Who's Inside Again - Bo Burnham - post Unlocked Let Me Make You Proud - Tangled - wanting to impress Fable? thinking theyre in the right? wanting to revive Haley? wanting to revive Centross? d e n i a l? (so many fit this) the fruits - Paris Paloma - Fable, Quixis? Down The River - The Crane Wives - Angry at Quixis? Hero - Regina Spector - dont know [Post Cathedral] Can't Catch Me Now - Olivia Rodrigo - (seeing) Centross Do What You Gotta Do - Descendants - Fable manipulation The Cave - Mumford & Sons - Fable manipulation/Ic in denial Paid In Exposure - NateWantsToBattle - Fable manipultion Natural - Imagine Dragons - Fable manipulation Burning Pile - Mother Mother - After killing Haley Consequences - Lovejoy - Regret abt Centross Icarus - Luvbug - Regret abt Centross/Regret abt Haley The Bad Guy - Thomas Sanders - Regret abt Centross/Regret abt Haley Daniel in the Den? - Bastille - Regret abt Centross? Ruin - The Amazing Devil - Ic blaming themself Icarus & Apollo - Ripto - Prison duo, Centross dying 505 - Arctic Monkeys - After Centross death Show Yourself from Frozen - Seeing Centross, excited thinking Fable can revive people Still Feel - Half-Alive - Excited at Fables ideas? Denial? [Specific Line Tagging]

Machine - Imagine Dragons Suburbia Overture - Will Wood Enemy from Arcane The Search - NF Misery Fell - Tally Hall When You're An Addams from Addams Family Ready As I'll Ever Be from Tangled We Don't Talk About Bruno from Encanto The Cave - Mumford & Sons In My Blood from Journey to Bethlethem thank you for reading all of that, have a nice timezone :]

[precious-little-scoundrel]

Oh my God Marina I was watching Elvis clips right now and I absolutely HAD to come on here and discuss my never ending, profound love of this man and how thankful I am still to Austin for his portrayal of the man and I am so, so happy Lisa Marie got to see a movie be made of her daddy that she was proud of and she felt depicted him respectfully and well. I have Austin’s Golden Globe speech in my head “you were an icon, and a rebel, and I love you” because Elvis Presley was literally everything. He was the fine print, the first of his kind (one of a kind honestly) and it’s so heartbreaking that because of that there was no correct handling of what occurred in his life. Everything from his mother passing, to his talent being seen as something negative, his relationships, and sadly the power the Colonel held over him. There will never be another Elvis Presley but a lot of stars now have learned and continue to learn from his story and his successes and failures. He is everything. I miss him so much it hurts. The Colonel tries to twist the massive love he had for the fans into the reasoning for his death in the movie but at the same time it is soothing and reassuring that Elvis’s love for us was as prominent and visible as our love for him.

And I wanted to come in here and thank you for allowing us to escape in your writing from Mrs. Elaine Presley to Gigi — all presentations of happy lives the man deserved and nothing less. He was a southern, mama’s boy with a God given talent but he was so much more to the world. I know we’re all currently on different inspirational kicks lately but I also hope so badly we find our way back to our Elvis world of inspiration some day and continue honoring him ♥️

Bri!!

Gosh what a sweet thing to see in my inbox, I could agree more and I’m so happy I was the place you decided to spill all this sweetness and goodness to! Honestly when it comes to the Elvis movie in retrospect I too think so much of Lisa, and how Austin must have been such a comfort and a reclaimer of so much for her. What a gift —and then it spread to all of us.

But yes, bless Elvis and everyone he has touched and connected us to. Is this forage you’re talking about the new stuff Baz promised? I don’t have a platform for it currently so I’m a little out of the loop.

I’m always gonna be so partial to all my first gals. Bless the wives and also- can’t forget Mrs. Crawford 🥰

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

i would love some Bryce and Rafael hcs!!!! when did our special guys start hanging out? what do they do when theyre together while off the clock? how do they stay in touch when Bryce and Jensen move out of Boston? if they were planning a double date to go on w their partners, what would they chose, both individually or planning it together as a surprise for their partners (👀)?

alao just anything else you wanna say about em!!!!!

LOVE THIS TY!!!! MY FAV BESTIES/WORK WIVES

i imagine they started hanging out at the start of book 1 started :) bryce knew raf before the rest of the group; the first day on bryces lunch break he playing basketball like usual, and raf had a little lull in his schedule so they ended up playing together. bryces obnoxious personality and rafs humble beating his ass made them click ig lol, but since then they started hanging out during lunch, going to events together, etc etc

for the stuff outside of work, they do a lot of activities like go karting, getting good food, and other boston attractions. raf knows the city well and showed bryce some of the cooler unknown places, and bryce forced them to go to the touristy places too lol

they text a lot when bryce and jensen leave boston!! bryce isn't the best at keeping in touch but raf makes sure to call him here and there and they chat for a while. i think they lose touch for a bit, maybe a year or two (like just the occasional message), but then they start talking more and as bryces schedule is more consistent, he plans a trip to go see him. jensen and bryce also made sure they had a guest room so raf comes to visit them here and there too !!

hmmm as for a double date i think raf would want to do something like a simple dinner, meanwhile bryce is playing An Excursion including an escape room and movie and dinner and some other big event w a local attraction and raf is like ily but,, stop. so they meet in the middle. raf would pick the place to eat and bryce gets to pick One activity for the group. and if they were keeping it a surprise for their partners thank god it's the two of them bc bryce likes to yap and usually it's raf or jensen so as long as one of them know it's fine

i think that's it!! i just love their friendship bc they are opposites in the sense that raf is quiet sweet and humble and as we know bryce is the exact opposite of all of those. so. but yeah they both help each other adventure and get out of their comfort zones!! also it's nice bc they both are good friends to talk to, so it let's them both open up a bit but not in a super intense or obligatory way. they just get along well and have similar interests so it works

[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 23

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"Happy Valentine's Day, Declan Rice."

"Happy Valentine's Day, your Royal Highness. I'm sorry for calling you this late, today has been hectic."

"It's ok, don't worry. I've also had a busy day getting everything ready for my trip to South Africa."

"I'm gonna miss you so much when you leave..."

"You'll be fine, Declan. With all the games you are playing while I'm gone, you won't have time to miss me. And we'll be in the same time zone, we can keep calling each other."

"Yeah... But if I'm really needy, I'll have you kilometers away, not as close as I have you now."

"If you are needy, you have some of the photos from our Christmas dinner. Use them" I smirk.

"It isn't the same and you know it."

"Do you have early training tomorrow?"

"I sadly do, yes. Were you planning on paying me a visit?" he asks with a mischievous smile.

"Since you seem to be so needy..."

"Urgh, it sucks that we can't see each other on Valentines Day."

"It is like any other day, Declan."

"Yeah, but it is our first Valentine's Day together. I wanted to have a lovely dinner together, maybe watch a movie, then make love until the sun comes out... Those things."

"Those things" I laugh. "But are we back to making love?"

"It's Valentine's Day. You must be romantic."

"And on your birthday we fucked..."

"Because we had to celebrate that I was alive for another year."

"Ok" I laugh again. "So should I expect the same for my birthday in a couple of months?"

"You should. You definitely should" he says, giving me that look that makes my body burn.

"Eleanor!"

"Holy shit, mum!" I say, my phone slipping from my hands and hitting the floor as I get up from the sofa. "Have you never heard of these things called knocking or ringing the bell?"

"I'm your mother, I don't need to do that."

"Yes, you do need to do that. This is my house."

"Whatever. Have you seen this?" she says, showing me her phone.

"Oh, that. They made it official" I reply, looking at a photo of Roberta and Mason.

"You knew about this?"

"Of course I did, mum. She is my best friend."

"So you've been hanging out with him? With a football player?"

"Jesus, mum. Why do you always talk about them as if they were something disgusting? Did one of them break your heart as a teen or something?" I laugh.

"Don't be silly" she scoffs. "Have you been hanging out with him, yes or no?"

"I have, mum" I say, rolling my eyes. "Mason is a really nice guy, and he makes Roberta very happy."

"Mason. What type of name is that?" she chuckles.

"Oh my God, mum. Who cares?"

"I do. And I don't like you mingling with football players."

"What?"

"They are just a bunch of spoiled kids with too much money who spend it on ugly cars, uglier clothes and cheating on their wives."

"Oh wow" I laugh. "You just described half the boys I grew up with."

"Don't compare them, Eleanor. They aren't the same."

"Yeah, that's true. Football players earn their own money with their talent and have an actual job. These kids are just wasting their parents money and doing nothing. If they want a job, they don't have to worry, daddy will give them one."

"You are so... Urgh!" my mum says. "I truly hope the boy you are seeing isn't one of them."

"A spoiled rich kid? Nope, he isn't. And how do you know I am seeing someone?"

"Your grandmother told me when we had a chat on Christmas. But I was talking about a football player, not a decent boy from a good family."

"Decent. You love that word, don't you?" I laugh chuckle. "And you wouldn't say the same if you had been at the parties I've been to."

"Whatever. I just hope you have good taste."

"I have very good taste, mum. Don't worry" I smile.

"Good. And I better go, your dad is probably wondering where I am."

"I doubt it" I say to myself.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing. Good night, mum."

"Goodnight, Eleanor" she says before leaving.

"Dec? Are you still there?" I say, picking my phone from the floor.

"Yeah..."

"I'm sorry you had to hear all that."

"Nah, it's ok. But the day I meet your mum... I fear for my life" he laughs. "Though I think you may be into something when you asked her if a football player dumped her, you know?"

"You think?"

"Yeah... Maybe, I don't know" he shrugs. "But she seems so bitter."

"She is bitter. I'll have to ask around, see if anyone knows something. And again, I'm sorry about everything she said."

"It's fine, don't worry. She may not like me, but I know you grandmother does and she is way scarier. It's good to know I have her on my side."

"It is, yes."

"Eleanor..."

"Uh?"

"We are gonna be fine, ok?"

"Yeah" I sigh.

"God, I wish I could be there to hug you."

"So do I."

"Ok, that's it. We are meeting tomorrow after training, clear your schedule."

"What?" I laugh.

"Tell them you don't feel ok or whatever. I know you are very clever when it comes to excuses to sneak around" Declan smirks. 

"Mr. Rice, what are you implying?" I smile.

"Let's meet tomorrow, Eleanor. Here, at my place. We can have lunch together and then just lay on the sofa cuddling for the rest of the day. We'll even turn off our phones so one bothers us."

"That sounds perfect."

"Do we have a date, then?"

"We do, yes."

"Perfect. See you tomorrow, Eleanor. I love you."

"I love you too, Declan."

[skylarstark4826]

She hated him. 

It was that simple. She hated the stupid smirk always on his face. She hated the sounds of his voice. She hated the clearly fake hammerhead shark skull he wore on his head. 

He was so arrogant. 

After all this time, he still spoke as if Talokan was heaven on earth and any surface dweller was scum on his ankle cuffs. 

Every other day she was subjected to his presence. She stood by him as Wakanda and Talokan worked out the fine kinks of their alliance. 

They trained together, sharing forms of combat. 

And all the while, Okoye was reserved and Attuma was…aloof. 

The only time they spoke was out of strict necessity. They rarely even exchanged pleasantries. He could be married to three wives with 11 kids for all Okoye knew of his personal life. 

She didn’t want to know. She didn’t even want to work with him. But he insisted on working only with Wakanda's best and Okoye was no longer in a position to disagree. 

So they spent a lot of time together. Attuma would attempt to engage Okoye in casual conversation but she often ignored him unless it pertained to their work. 

Attuma’s unperturbed. He knows he’ll break her eventually, that she’ll see his point of view. 

It’s why, after council meetings, he never fails to comment on the lack of efficiency in decision-making. 

“Things would move faster if you all just listened to your king instead of critiquing his methods.” 

As expected, Okoye does not respond. In her mind, she thinks that’s easy to say when your leader is also an immortal god. But logic doesn’t translate. 

After training, in which they decided to use each other’s weapons, Attuma remarks: “You’re a fine warrior for a surface dweller.” 

Okoye stiffens, then hates herself for showing any reaction to what he’s said. But she doesn’t reply, just rolls off the mats and out of the training room. In her heart, she knows she has nothing to prove to him but it grates at the core of her very being that he thinks her beneath him, to say she’s good “for a surface dweller” because she could never compare to a Talokanil like him. 

Attuma smirks at her retreating form. He surmises that she likes being complimented–she’s just too afraid to show it. He’s determined to break through her outer shell and he thinks he’s found the crack in her armor. 

It continues. 

After a stint in Talokan where Okoye spent every waking hour waiting to return to Wakanda, and avoiding Attuma’s increasingly desperate invitations for social interactions far more personal than Okoye’s inclined to partake in, Attuma remarks: “You’re a strong swimmer for a surface dweller.” 

Only the blessing of Bast keeps Okoye from drawing her weapon and beheading him. Instead, she rolls her eyes and utilizes the skill he’s “praised” her for by swimming far, far, away. 

When she’s rightfully incensed by another disastrous council meeting, Attuma fuels the flames by saying, “If only your people simply bowed to the whims of your ruler.” 

Luckily, Ayo overhears and addresses his insolence so Okoye doesn’t have to. He’s subjected to a lengthy lecture on surface politics and a discussion of the differences between a god-king and a human king. 

Okoye skirts her way right out of the conversation because she takes any opportunity to distance herself from him. She’d hate to admit it, but he’s gotten under her skin. If only he kept his mouth shut. 

She reaches her eruption point after one completely chaotic day. If something could have gone wrong, it did. And all the while, Okoye had to pretend everything was fine, all while knowing her temper was on a hair trigger. 

She tries to take some time for herself at lunch but of course, Attuma follows her. Even when he doesn’t have to be with her, he makes every effort to be in her presence. 

She’d rather spar with a dummy. There’s no blood when she beheads it. 

“You could spar with me instead? I always look forward to fighting Wakanda’s finest.” 

Okoye’s grip tightens around her spear. She wonders if Attuma knows he’s volunteering to be the center of all her rage. 

“Because I can stab and behead this thing all I want without causing an international uproar.” She doesn’t even look at him, just continues swinging her spear in combinations of strikes against the stuffed effigy. 

Secretly he's thrilled at the thought of being at the end of her rageful spear. "Wouldn't an opponent that fights back be more challenging? You've held your own against me before, don't tell me you're unwilling now."  

Okoye turns on him, swinging her spear as she does, cutting his chest as she turns. “Do you ever shut. The Fuck. UP?” She yells it. Her eyes catch up to her actions. She watches his blood dribble down his chest before the cut she inflicted heals right before her eyes. 

She knows she should stop this. Only it has just occurred to her that she could hurt him in a multitude of ways and he would still heal. So far, they’ve discovered exactly two ways to kill a Talokanil, and neither of them is on her mind now. 

She raises her spear and meets his eyes. “Why don’t you let your ax speak for you?” 

He unsheaths his ax, swinging at the tip of her spear. “You wouldn’t think I talked so much if you engaged in the conversations with me!” 

She’s jolted by his strike. She kicks herself into gear, parrying his every swing. “Why would I care to engage in the ramblings of a full of shit sea creature?”

“Full of shit?” He takes no offense to being called a sea creature. That’s what he is the same way she’s a land dweller. He uses the flat of his blade to smack her ribcage. 

“Ah!” she exclaims, enraged further. “Yes, full of shit.” She swings her spear in wide arcs, attempting to decrown him. “Just like that full of shit shark skull you wear on your head.” 

Attuma grabs her spear by the blade, ignoring the way it cuts into the palm of his hand. His glare looks like venom as he speaks. “You dare disrespect my tribe?” 

His voice is a low whisper and Okoye knows, without question, that she’s crossed the line. 

The right thing to do would be to back off--apologize because she meant no disrespect. But she’s tired of doing what’s right. She’s tired of biting her tongue. She’s tired of bottling this rage that’s been boiling inside her since the day they first met. 

“Sharks,” she says in the same low, venomous tone he used before. “Don’t have BONES!”

She twists her wrists in opposite directions, sending a bolt of electricity through the tip. Attuma yelps as he releases the weapon. He utters a blood-curdling roar and charges Okoye, discarding his weapon and knocking hers free as he grabs her waist and tackles her. 

He slams Okoye into the mat beneath them, knocking the air out of her lungs. “I’ve done nothing but compliment you and you repay me in disrespect?” 

Okoye laughs bitterly. “Compliments? You’ve done nothing but insult me and my people for months.” She knees him in the groin and elbows him in the chin. 

It doesn’t serve to discombobulate him because, in the next moment, he’s punching her square in the chin. She bites her lip and tastes blood. She hopes he draws more of it. 

“This is what you wanted, right? To prove you’re better than me for once and for all?” 

She flips them over, slamming him onto his back as she goes. It’s then that she feels it. The firm presence pressed into her abdomen as she rests atop him, legs straddling either side of his hips. 

“No,” he says, his voice taking on an airy lightness. “This isn’t what I wanted.”

 He rolls them again but keeps his hips in between her legs so that she has no doubts when he thrusts into her clothed center how he feels about her. With one hand he grabs her throat. Not so tightly that she couldn’t breathe, but tight enough to show her he could take away her air. 

“I wanted to get closer to the greatest warrior of Wakanda to prove my worthiness to be more than her adversary.” 

Okoye shivers, thoroughly confused and highly aroused. “Attuma…” She gasps. Her hands come up to his. 

“What is it, warrior?” His other hand grasps her ass. Her legs are still wrapped around his waist. “Never knew you to run for a fight. Are you running from this?” 

She shivers, shaking her head no. 

“Good,” he says. He pulls her spandex down her legs in one movement. She gasps but he ignores it. He rubs a finger along the crease of her primly trimmed pussy. “Would hate to find that this is the battle you back down from.” 

“Attuma,” her voice is hoarse now. 

“What’s the matter, warrior?” His finger flicks the nib of her clitoris. Her breath falters. She bucks into his hand, helpless to get the friction she desperately wants. 

Instead of giving her more, he rips the spandex the rest of the way down her hips and spreads her legs. He releases her throat so that he can feel her up through her top. 

“You fight me so well, warrior. Will you fight this, too?” He puts his palm against her glistening center, cupping her pussy. He massages her clit as he does so, drawing a moan from her. 

“You talk too much,” Okoye replies. She flips them again. “You could be using your mouth for much better things.” She climbs up his body until her ass is resting on his chest. She removes his mask and slips her pussy right onto his mouth making herself comfortable. 

Attuma brings his hands up to cup her ass and she arches backward, moaning out loud. She rocks onto his tongue as he eats her out. It's wordless pleasure. 

She curves her hips, thrusting across his tongue and nose again and again. Attuma flattens his tongue to further her pleasure, slipping it inside her every time she thrusts forward. 

After a moment, he holds her hips still atop his face, thrusting his tongue in and out of her as he massages her clit with his nose. 

“Fuck,” Okoye gasps, and then she’s orgasming on his lips. 

Afterward, she’s boneless and breathless. She doesn’t even react when Attuma shifts from underneath him and rolls her onto his back. 

He laughs at her. He kisses her clit one last time before sitting up and removing his loin cloth. He situates himself between her legs once more. He smacks his rock-hard dick against her wet pussy. 

“Isn’t this better than ignoring me?”

“I’m not yet convinced,” Okoye goads. 

Attuma makes a frustrated noise at the back of his throat. He positions himself and slides in to the hilt. Okoye screams. It’s like she’s being split in half. She pants beneath his ministrations as Attuma thrusts into her again and again. 

“We could have done this months ago had you just talked to me.” He says, bottoming out inside her. Instead of retreating, he circles his hips, rubbing against her g-spot and cervix in one move. 

She screams again. When he pulls out, he draws an aching breath from her lips. “Hate you!” 

“Hate me all you want, warrior. Your pleasure is still mine to dole out.” He thrusts back into her. “And for now, I want my name on your lips.” He fucks her fast and hard. 

He doesn’t let her catch her breath in between thrusts as he keeps going. Her moans bleed into each other until it’s one long, deep sound, emanating from the depths of her chest. 

When she comes, she has no more breath to breathe. It’s a silent cry of pleasure. He fucks her through it. He rings out every last drop of pleasure from her tense body. When she’s boneless beneath him again, he pulls out. He lets her catch her breath, watching her bask in the pleasure he’s given her. 

“Knew you’d enjoy this once you gave me a chance. Too bad you wanted to fight my advances.” 

“Shut the fuck up!” Okoye climbs on top of him and slides onto his dick. “What’s wrong with just being quiet?” 

She clasps her hands around his throat. She rocks her hips forward, lifting off him just a bit before settling onto his hips again. “We could have easily come to this point by working together as we have been. You can keep your false compliments to yourself.” 

“They weren’t false,” Attuma grunts out. He fucks up into her, rejecting the pace she’s set. “I meant everything I said.” 

“You said I was a fine warrior. For a surface dweller.” 

“That’s what you are.” 

Okoye huffs, sliding off him. She decides to finish him off with her mouth. She sucks him down, using her hand to cover the length of him that she can’t fit in her throat. 

He’s thick and heavy in her mouth. She sucks on the head while twisting the base and sliding up and down. She unravels him in mere minutes. His cum spills out against her lips and over her wrists as he came with little warning. She wasn’t expecting it. 

She strokes him through the rest of it before resting at his side. Somehow she’s just as breathless as he is having put in all the work to take his pleasure from him. 

When she finds her breath, she says: “I’m either a fine warrior or I’m not. It shouldn’t matter where I’m from or where I live. You undercut the compliment when you say I’m only good for where I come from.” 

He hums, considering. 

“Shark remnants are a blessing from the gods. A shark's life span is longer than most Talokanil and their remains are often brittle and rarely found intact. My helm has been passed down to the heads of my tribe for eight generations. We maintain it through ritual and maintenance. We harden it with the natural minerals of the sea. We have not been blessed by the gods in such a way in centuries.”

Okoye’s breath catches. “I’m sorry for what I said. I–didn’t mean to disrespect your tribe.” 

Attuma nods. 

“I did mean it when I said you were a fine warrior–You are a fine warrior. I’d love to be more than just that warrior you hate… if you’d allow me.” 

Okoye knows they shouldn’t do this again. 

She also knows that they absolutely will. 

She leans over to kiss his shoulder. “Hate you.” She whispers against his skin. 

He chuckles before leaning forward to take her lips in his. 

[seanfalco]

A Date for Valentine’s Day

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco​​ & @super-unpredictable98​​​​

Word Count: 3.9k Tags/Warnings: Lots of cuteness, but also some wlw smut. Featuring: Sean & Blossom and their daughter, Simone, as well as the Quad’s twins, Charlie & Ellery.

Happy Valentine’s Day, here’s a (mostly) wholesome Timeline Anomaly chapter.

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"Daddy!  Dada!  I had an idea!" Ellery skipped into the kitchen where the boys were eating cereal. "D'you wanna be my Valentines?  We can go on a date!  Also, can I get some cereal too?" 

"Aww sweetie, I'd love that, but what about Mummy and Mama?" Nate asked, looking at his twin before offering her a spoonful from his bowl. 

"Maybe Mummy'd like t'be my Valentine," Win said, sipping at her cup of coffee, her eyes flicking across the kitchen to where Lydia stood.

"Oh?  Just like we did that one time?  Our first date... I still like Revels better than roses, you can pick me up at seven," Lydia smiled.   "After we're back, we can have some special cuddles with the boys." 

"Huh, coulda swore it was Maltesers..." Win mused before grinning. "It's a date," she said, winking at her wife. 

"Alright then, Princess, guess we have a date then," Nate fed his daughter some more cereal. "Where d'you wanna go?" 

"I wanna get pizza and soda, then eat it on the Community Centre rooftop!" Ellery clapped.  She had seen endless pictures and videos of her parents there and she always wanted to go as well.

"Y'better have enough energy for us when y'get home," Nats whispered to his wives before answering Ellery. "We can do that, Princess." 

"What about me?  I don't have a Valentine!" Charlie cried, pouting sullenly.

"Oh yeah... I guess you're right, maybe I am getting old," Lydia mused with a frown, but the smile came back to her face soon after.  "You know, Simon and Lisha are out of town and Darren is staying with my parents. Pretty sure I could get a key to th’Centre. And yes, we'll have plenty of energy left." 

"Perfect," Win purred, brushing a featherlight kiss to Lydia's neck before returning to her coffee. 

"Yay!" Ellery cheered before noticing her brother's face. "Hey, Charlie, why don't y'ask Simmi? I bet she'd love t'be your valentine!"

"Okay..." Charlie muttered, jumping down from his chair and marching to the phone. 

"Hey, what're yeh doin', sport?" Nats asked. 

"I'm calling Simmi right now," he huffed, dialing his aunt and uncle's number.

"Do you think Charlie will be okay? If he can't get a valentine, maybe we can do it..." Lydia murmured, watching him with worry; she knew how sensitive he was. 

"He'll be fine, he's a little charmer, course he'll find a date!" Nate gave the bowl to Ellery so she could drink the leftover milk. "He gets it from his dads." 

"Hello," Blossom picked up the phone and smiled. "Hey Cha-Charlie! How are you doing, little man?"

"Hi Auntie Blossom, can I speak to Simmi, please?" he asked, still wearing a slight pout.

"Yeah, let me put you on speaker... Moony!  Charlie’s on the phone!" Blossom called. 

Simone came running to the living room and sat down next to her mum on the couch. "Hi, Charlie!"

"Hi Simmi, will you be my Valentine?  Mama and Mummy are valentines and Elly is going to be Dada and Daddy's valentine," he explained in a bit of a mumble.

"Oh... I would, but I asked my daddy to be my valentine.  We're going on a dinner and movie date," Simone explained, a little bit scared to hurt her cousin's feelings.  "I'm sorry."

"Oh..." Charlie said, looking down at his feet, struggling to keep from tearing up. "Okay. Thanks anyway, Simmi," he muttered, getting ready to hang up dejectedly.

"Hey, Charlie," Blossom called before he could hang up. "I’m free tomorrow and I know it's a very long shot, I bet you have loads of girls hoping to go on a date with you, but... would you be my Valentine?"

"Really?" he asked, perking up, quickly rubbing at his eyes with a sniffle.  "I'd love to, Auntie!" he cried.

"Oh my God, I'm so lucky!  I can't wait to tell everyone, they'll be so jealous," Blossom grinned, winking at her husband who was watching from the other side of the room.  "What are we doing for our date?"

"Uhm... what would you like to do, Aunt Blossom?" he asked, unsure what to do.

"We can go out for a movie and dinner date as well, you can pick the movie and I'll pick the restaurant?" Blossom suggested.  "Unless you'd like me to cook instead."

"Okay!" Charlie exclaimed.  "I wanna see Tangled again! The theatre's showin' a bunch of old movies," he decided.  "And I want your cooking!  It's just as good as Mummy's, but don't tell her that," he said in a hushed voice.

"Sounds lovely, I'll make that lasagna you like," Blossom chuckled.  Sometimes she wanted to squeeze Charlie and bite his little cheeks, he was so adorable. "I won't tell your mum, it's our secret."

"Thanks Auntie, I love you," he said before saying goodbye and hanging up the phone. 

"Sounds like someone's found a date for Valentine's day," Nats teased, picking Charlie up and giving him a squeeze. 

"Yeah! Aunt Blossom is gunna go with me!"

"You’re amazin', of course she wants t'go with you," Ellery said with a nod. 

"I knew little Romeo would find a date..." Nate smirked. "And a great one too! One time we were Auntie B's dates for a school dance, we had so much fun."

Charlie grinned widely. “I’m excited! She’s gunna cook for me too!”

"Lucky!" Nate exclaimed. "That sounds like fun! But no drinkin', huh? You're half Irish, but you're too young for that," he teased, tickling his belly.

Charlie squealed and squirmed, trying to escape his dad’s fingers. “No! Dada, you’re silly!” he cried.

"I am deeply hurt by that accusation," Nate joked, taking Elly in his arms. "Silly... I've never been silly in my life!" he cried dramatically, a grin on his face.

"Oh yeah?  And the sky is green," Lydia snorted as she came from the bedroom dressed for work. "I'm glad you have a date, baby, any person is lucky to go out with you or your sister."

“I hope you and Mama have fun,” Charlie said, reaching for her to give her a kiss on her cheek.

"Thank you sweetie," Lydia returned the kiss on his forehead. "I hope you have the best time."

By the time Valentine’s day rolled around, everyone was getting ready for the prospective evenings. “Do you think this is a good outfit t’wear, Daddy?” Charlie asked, coming out of his bedroom.

"I think y'look proper sharp!" Nate fixed his son's collar. "So handsome!" 

"You look like a little prince!" Lydia said, sticking her head out of the room while helping Ellery get into her dress, red with black hearts all over.

“Everyone looks so good,” Win said, wearing the same outfit she’d worn on her and Lydia’s first official date all those years ago.

"Especially you," Lydia whispered in her ear, she was also wearing the same dress and even the same colour lipstick. "I have something for you, I made it myself with Charlie's help." She reached into her purse and pulled out a necklace with a silver guitar pick that read I still pick you every time.

“Aw babe!” Win gasped, her chest tightening with affection. “Here, help me put it on,” she said, turning around and holding her hair off the back of her neck.

"I'll always pick you, honeypie," Lydia said as she put the necklace on and placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder.  

"Looooook, mummy and mama are smooching!" Ellery teased. "They loooooove each other." 

"Yeah, silly, we love each other," Lyddie laughed.

“Why would we get married if we didn’t love each other?” Win teased back, pinching Ellery’s cheek.

"Yeah, I know, I'm just teasin'..." Ellery took their fathers' hands. "Do I look pretty?" 

"The prettiest little girl in the world," Nate offered her a rose he conjured.

“Y’look gorgeous, m’love,” Nats added, offering her a rose of his own. 

"Thank you," Ellery brought the roses close to her chest. "You two look very handsome too." 

A knock at the door caught Win’s attention and she went to open it, finding Blossom waiting outside. “Hey there, you look lovely!” she greeted, embracing her before Charlie came running. 

“Auntie! This is for you!” he exclaimed, conjuring a bird of paradise for her.

"Thanks, you look amazin’ too.  Aww sweetie! That's beautiful, thank you," Blossom took the flower and bent over to kiss his little cheek. "You're such a gentleman! I hope you're ready for the best date ever!" 

"You guys look all set up, I think it's time we go," Lydia locked arms with her wife. "Have a great night everyone, we love you so much."

“See y’later,” Nats called with a wink, waving to them as they headed out. 

“I’m ready!” Charlie exclaimed.

"Then let's go, the movie should be starting soon, but we'll make it," Blossom took Charlie's hand. "I love your outfit, by the way, you look really nice."

"Okay, let's get our pizza for our special picnic," Ellery brought a vase from the other side of the room using a forcefield to put the flowers in. 

“Sounds good,” Nats said, slipping his coat on. “You have fun with Blossom, okay little man?” he said to his son as they all herded out the door.

"Here, let's keep you warm, little lady," Nate grabbed Ellie's coat before his own. "Let's go, ma'am." 

The restaurant where they usually ordered was about halfway between the Bellamy house and the Centre, so they didn't have to stray too far from their path to grab their dinner. "Is it true that you used to live here?" Ellery asked when they finally reached their destination.

“Yeah, but not for long,” Nats said, pushing open the door and holding it open for her and his twin. “Your mama lived here for a bit too,” he added.

"I'd be scared t'live here, it must be scary at night," Elly murmured, looking around.  The lights were on, but she could not imagine sleeping there with the lights off. 

"It was pretty scary... but y'know how brave we are," Nate nudged her arm. "Eventually mummy just invited us to live with her, we used t'live at grandpa's flat until we had you and your brother."

“And now, th’ piece d’resistance!” Nats exclaimed, pushing open the metal door to the roof and gesturing outside. “Love that view, ey?”

"It's so beautiful!" Ellery breathed, amazed and overwhelmed, it was so much more exciting than she imagined. The little girl ran and with the help of her fields, she pushed a couple of armchairs closer together, facing each other and took a seat.

"You're really excited about this, huh?" Nats asked, sitting down at one of the armchairs. "If y'look over there, you can see Grandpa and Grandma's flat," he said pointing. "That's where we used t'live."

"I like it there, it's fun when Charlie and I spend the night," Ellery said as Nate pulled her into his lap. "I'm excited cause it's my first Valentine's day date!  When I have a boyfriend or two, for real life, I'll always remember this and if they're not as good as you, they're out!"

"Aww darlin'," Nats exclaimed. "As long as that's not for a long time."

"Not toooo long," Ellery laughed, taking the slice of pizza Nate offered. 

"Ten years minimum," he said, getting another one for himself.

"Oh no, more like thirty!" Nats laughed, taking a big bite of pizza.

"No way, I'm gonna be so old!" Ellie gasped. "How old were mummy and mama when they became your girlfriends?" 

"Thirty two and we were the first guys they ever dated," Nate said without even thinking.

"You know she's just gunna ask them when they get home," Nats muttered.

"Y'know women always lie about their age," Nate shrugged, handing Elly her bottle of soda. "And sometimes they also lie about how many guys they've dated..." 

"I know Mummy was twenty, and she dated six people before you," she murmured. "Don't worry, I only ever wanna date once and then get married."

"But y'wanna make sure they're th'right person. Marriage is serious business, y'don't wanna get married unless you're absolutely sure," Nats insisted.

"Hmmm... then I better start lookin' early, I wanna find 'em by the time I'm twenty," Ellery mused. 

"No rush, sweetie, we can be your valentines for as long as it takes," Nate kissed the top of her head.

“Thank you again, Auntie Blossom.  I was kinda worried no one wanted t’be my valentine,” Charlie murmured, holding her hand as they made their way to their seats in the dim theatre.

"Really? I could never imagine... a boy like you should have a line to choose from," Blossom pinched his cheek as they sat down. The theatre was pretty much empty, no one really wanted to watch a kid's film on Valentine's day; there were only a few couples sprinkled around the room. "You are adorable and so sweet, I don't think they meant to make you feel that way."

“I don’t think so… but it still kinda made me sad…” Charlie mumbled, sticking his hand in the large bowl of popcorn.

"I know," Blossom whispered, stroking his hair, brushing his curls. "One time your parents took me to the movies in New York when I was a kid. They were so busy smooching, they forgot I was there. Sometimes people are so excited about something, they get a little blind, but everyone loves you and I'm so lucky to have such an amazing Valentine."

“I love you, Aunt Blossom!” Charlie exclaimed, leaning against her arm and snuggling up to her as the previews started.

"I love you too, Cha-Charlie," Blossom grinned, her chest growing tight with affection. "Don’t forget to save some space for the lasagna later," she laughed, taking a handful of popcorn as well.

“Don’t worry, Mummy says I’m a bottomless pit,” Charlie said matter of factly.

"Just like your dads, I see..." Blossom teased, poking his cheek. "But you're a growing boy, they don't have an excuse."

Charlie giggled and quickly fell silent as the movie began, completely glued to the screen.

"Did you like the movie, Daddy?  I love it, I can't wait to watch it again with Mummy," Simone smiled, struggling for a second to cut her chicken parmesan, but not wanting to ask for help at a restaurant.

“It was good,” he answered, noticing her struggling. “But th’best part was gettin’ t’watch it with you,” he added, gently reaching out to take her knife. “Would y’like some help with that m’lady?”

"I'm a big girl... but if you want to help me..." her voice got gradually quieter as she gave him the knife and fork. "I don't want you to think I'm silly and can't do things."

“I’d never think that!” Sean exclaimed, cutting her food into bite sized pieces. “This is what gentlemen do for their dates,” he said with a wink.

"Oooh, then yeah, I'd love some help, mister," Simone giggled. "When you and Mum started dating, did you cut her food as well?"

"Oh yeah, sometimes I even feed her too," Sean chuckled, handing her fork and knife back.

"Can I have a bite of your pasta?" Simone asked, glad to know she didn't lose the big girl status. "I'll feed you a bite of my chicken."

"Course, sounds good," Sean replied, swirling some pasta on his fork for her and opening his mouth to accept her bite of chicken.

Simone opened her mouth and hummed once she tried the pasta, a smile spreading across her face. "It's really good! Going on dates is fun! It's like that day of the week I get you all to myself, but this time I can show off how cool you are!"

"You're such a sweetheart, darlin'. I love showin' off how amazin' you are too," he said, smiling softly.

"If I could have any daddy in the world, I'd still want you," Simone took his hand. "I love you so much!"

"I love you so much too! I couldn't ask for a better daughter," he said, kissing her little hand.

"Do you think the kids are okay?" Lydia asked as they danced.  Clubbing and getting drinks was what they had done the very first time they went out together, to make it special, they were doing the same thing. "Sorry, I shouldn't be talking about the kids. It's just there were no texts–maybe I need another drink."

"I'm sure they're fine," Win said, raising her hand to catch the bartender's attention. "Ellery's with her dads and Charlie's with B. If there was somethin' wrong, they'd let us know," she assured her, kissing her neck as they waited for their refills.

"Yeah, you're right, I'm just gonna relax and... Wow, it's our anniversary," Lydia suddenly realized, taking her drink. "It's our twenty sixth year together!  We've been together longer than I was alive when we got together. I love you so fucking much!"

"I can't believe it," Win exclaimed, grinning against Lydia's lips. "I never thought I'd be committed to anyone for so long," she mused.

“I knew I would, especially someone like you,” Lydia finished off her drink and wrapped her arms around Win’s neck.  “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.  So beautiful, I can’t even wait to take you somewhere more private.”

“Oh?” Win asked, her lips curling impishly. “And what would you wanna do t’me in private?” she asked, her voice low and husky in Lydia’s ear.

"I wanna kiss every inch of you, I wanna taste you and feel your body against mine," Lydia drawled. "That night we had sex for the first time I didn't know if I'd ever see you again, I wanna enjoy it, and this time I wanna hold you after and know you're mine."

“Aw, Lollipop,” Win cooed, running her fingers through her wife’s hair. “I’m always yours,” she purred, stepping closer to press against her.

"Forever isn't long enough to be with you," Lydia murmured before leaning closer for a kiss. "I want you so bad."

“Then let’s get outta here,” Win exclaimed, threading her fingers with Lydia’s and pulling her toward the door, weaving through bodies in the dark.

Lydia followed without thinking twice, they both knew where the night was gonna end (at least until they arrived back home and their needy husbands asked for the attention they so deserved). "I wish I could eat you out until you make a mess all over the place, but then we'd have to clean it..." she teased.

“You don’t wanna leave your brother’s flat a mess?” Win laughed. “It would be so naughty of you,” she drawled, already feeling arousal pool between her legs just at the thought.

"I can be naughty in other ways..." Lydia purred. "Unless you have any of the boys' power stored in there for easy clean up. I love to see your face when you can't take it anymore."

"I mean, I am pretty full up of their power," Win said. "I want yeh t'drive me crazy, baby," she exclaimed.

"You might regret saying that..." Lydia drawled, opening the door to the elevator.  As soon as it was closed, she had her wife pinned to the wall, kissing her fervently. "I won't stop until you beg me."

"Bring it on, babe," Win gasped, a moan slipping through her lips as Lydia's mouth moved over her.

Lydia threw Win over her shoulder as they entered the flat. It was quite different after Darren was born, but their special spot was still the same. "Now let's see how much my girl can take," she dropped her on the bed and quickly got out of her dress, showing she wasn't wearing any knickers, only a harness that framed her body.

"Oh fuck!" Win cried, pushing up to look at Lydia. "Holy shit, you're so hot," she breathed, completely stunned.

"I'm glad you think so... I think you're the hottest woman to ever exist," she helped Winnie out of her clothes, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites behind. "You still make me nervous, in the best way. You give me butterflies."

"You too," Win murmured. "You always make my heart race."

"Happy anniversary, Honeypie," Lydia crawled, kissing up her thighs until she reached the spot she wanted to kiss the most. "You're so wet already..." she blew softly before gently kissing her sex.

"You do that t'me," Win groaned, her muscles twitching at Lydia's light kiss. "I want yeh so bad, Lyddie!"

Lydia ginned, bringing one of her wife's legs over her shoulder as she let her tongue explore those slick folds, quickly finding the spots she knew were the most sensitive.

Win let out a loud gasp and her hands balled in the sheets beneath her as her back arched off the bed, her cunt pressing harder against her wife's mouth.

"Oh you like that, huh?" Lydia breathed against her skin, looking up while she savoured her. "You taste so good, baby."

"Mmm, you know exactly where t'touch t'drive me crazy," Win whined, biting her lip as she met Lydia's gaze.

"I've had practice..." Lyddie giggled. "Cum for me, baby, be a good girl." 

"Practice, huh?" Win chuckled, her laugh turning into a moan as she rolled her hips. "Oh--"

Before giving Win any time to enjoy it, Lydia changed positions, getting on top of her and rubbing her own clit against her wife's. "Come on, again, baby, I know you can do it."

"Oh fuck!" Win cried, grabbing Lydia's thighs and squeezing, seeking her friction. "God, you're so fuckin' hot. Ride me, baby," she moaned.

Lydia rolled her hips greedily, also wanting to feel good. "Such a good little slut, I love my good little slut and this sweet cunt of yours," she moaned softly.

"I'm your little slut, mummy!" Win exclaimed, writhing beneath her, reaching up to tweak her piercings.

"That's right, you're mummy's little fuck toy..." Lydia whimpered, also reaching to massage her breasts. "I'm gonna make you lose control, baby."

"Love th'sounds you make, Lyddie," Win purred, moaning and squirming, her second climax building. "Oh o-h f-fuck!" she cried, her muscles stuttering as she came.

"Good girl," Lydia cried as she came too, but she wasn't done. Instead, she pulled Win closer and while one hand pinched her nipples, playing with her piercings, the other went between her legs, sliding a couple digits into her slick entrance.

"Oh L-Lyds! I'm so sensitive," Win breathed, whining as her wife overstimulated her.

"I know, but I told you I wouldn't stop until you were a complete mess," Lydia whispered in her ear, curling her fingers to reach her g-spot.

"You're so evil, I love it," Win whimpered, her toes curling as she came for a third time, this time harder than before, Lydia making her squirt, leaving a mess all over her fingers and the bedding.

"That's what I wanted to see," Lydia praised, taking Win in her arms and covering her in kisses. "How was that, baby?"

"I don't know if I've got anythin' left for th'boys," Win joked weakly, snuggling closer to her despite the mess.

"I'm sure you can find some energy in you," Lydia laughed, embracing her lovingly. "And even if you don't, I could take care of them..."

"But where's th'fun in that?" Win pouted, running her fingers up and down Lydia's arm.

"It's okay, we can stay here as long as you need to rest and replenish your energies," Lyddie brushed her nose against her wife's.

"I love you so much," Win sighed. "You said we didn't get t'cuddle enough th'first time, so let's make up for that."

"I love you too, baby," Lydia murmured. "It feels so good to know I won't have to say goodbye tonight."

"Same," Win agreed, getting comfortable, discreetly using some of Nathans' power to clean up the bedding so they could really relax.

@elliethesuperfruitlover​ @firstpersonnarrator​ @salvador-daley​

[empires-au-ideas]

Hello! What the name says.

I will make aus for both seasons. I have aus I will post, but you guys can also send asks to MAKE aus.

My main is @killmebythebeach and I have done some writing and other aus for empires there.

This pinned post will be updated as we make more aus. The tags for each au will also be in the tags here.

I will be making no aus about the streamers/ccs themselves, just their characters. So please do not send asks about streamers.

Writings for the aus is my writing tag! Find short stories or long chaptered fiction for the aus here. People can also share their writing here.

Art for the au is for any art I make or any art shared with me for the aus here!

Any crossover with another smp will be tagged as "[smp abbreviation (hc, dsmp, ect.) x esmp".

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SEASON ONE AUS:

Xornoth wins au (temp title): Scott is put in the crystal instead of Xornoth, and in a weird draw of luck Jimmy is the one who has to save the other empowers from the demon.

Empire falls au: gravity falls au with roseblings as the pines twins! Let's see if they can solve all the wacky mysteries of the town.

Three skulls au: the whole WRA gets corrupted right off the bat and they are here to cause problems on purpose. This includes problems for their boss.

The cold wanderer au: Scott and Xornoth switch places, but not gods. When Exor reveals himself to be with Xornoth and not Scott like everyone thought the prophecy said, Gem and Fwhip have to go hunt him down and force him to help. Inspired by atla

Living on au: inspired by pjo, Pearl accidentally becomes the older sister of many many demigods. On ao3

The twin dragons au: during a fight, the dragon egg turns splits in two, giving Xornoth a new dragon minion and leaving Gem and Fwhip on the run with the other dragon

Gilded changeling au: Sausage is kidnapped by the fae of Gilded Helanthia and replaced with a changeling. He was fine with his life in the court of Queen Pearl, until he finds out where he's really from when the Staff of Mythland chooses him

Power couple au: both Lizzie and Joel become gods. No one has a good time except those two.

Wilted Helanthia au: Pearl dies in the arena fight, leaving the WRA to mourn. When the roseblings go to Xornoth to get her back, Sausage is forced to face his grief and stop them.

Salmon Jimmy au: Jimmy is kidnapped as a child and is indoctrinated into the Salmon life. Making the WRA his friends, and his own pong lost sister his enemy.

Joel: champion of Aeor au: Joel is Aeor's champion, leaving everyone involved increasingly frustrated

SEASON TWO AUS:

Bounties at sea au: pirates! Joey accidentally becomes pirate captain on a ship with Scott and Sausage as The Sheriff and Katherine try and hunt them down. Wacky hijinks ensue.

The frog house au: Owl house! False as Luz, Shelby as Eda, and many many more.

Falsehoods in a false world au: Alice in Wonderland au (based on the book, not movie) with False as Alice.

It was Oli all along au: Oli is the bad guy in everyone's backstories and I see if I can make that a cohesive time line.

Princess Protector: Gem and Skeletron are now besties. That's it. That's the au.

The Soul King au: ANOTHER au based on atla where the main cast has to go and take down the Tyrannt King to stop him from hunting down magic users with Oli, Sausage, Scott, Shelby, and Katherine as the Gaang.

Sea of Secrets au: Shelby is a selkie who has locked her coat away in fear of the school or her fellow emperors finding it. Katherine wants to find out what's wrong.

Poison Flowers au: surprise surprise, more nature wives! Katherine having both powers over light and darkness, using her light powers to be Ms goody-two-shoes in the day, and her dark powers to actually stop crime without the hero agency in her way at night. She may or may not be obsessed with taking down a villain, Shelby, with powers over the cold dark emptiness if the void.

SEASON CROSSOVER AUS:

Withered witch au: Shelby is haunted by the ghosts of Sausage and Gem from s1, and they attempt to help her with magic.

Storyteller au: after living peacefully in Scott's afterlife, the cast of s1 is brought back to the world as ghosts, traveling between empires to tell their tales. When they catch the attention of the s2 rulers, the rulers go to Pix to uncover who these people were.

Reincarnated Sausage au: s2!Sausage is the reincarnation of s1!Joey, same with s2!Pix and s1!Jimmy. After the Rune Sword has deteriorated, Xornoth and Scott are unleashed unto the world again

The Riffs Archives au: tma au with Shelby as the archivist, the rest of the nether star alliance as the assistants, and Pix as head of the institute

SERVER CROSSOVER AUS:

Empire Mumbo au (hc): Xornoth wins and puts Scott in a crystal, corrupting all the other empires. But in a mission to conqure other dimensions, the Scott crystal is lost and comes into the possession of one Mumbo Jumbo

[nyxknocks]

I support women's rights but most importantly I support women's wrongs. Not that I think the women in this movie did anything wrong, but if they did, I would support them. I digress.

So, I've had Ugetsu on my list of movies to watch on Max for well over a year now, couldn't remember for the life of me why. Watching it, now I do. I love me a good ol' ghost story. Too bad this left me mostly disappointed and frankly, pretty pissed off.

I didn't think I could be more annoyed at characters than Shige in Tokyo Story but I guess I forgot that men as a whole exist because wow. The men in this film suck massively. Selfishness and greed is most definitely the name of the game in this, as well as the male obsession with honor and notoriety. The two men essentially ruin their own lives (but more important the lives of their wives) in an effort to further their own selfish whims--money, status, glory, what have you.

The ending is insulting because you expect the message to at least somewhat be like "look, this is what happens when you stray from your family duties for selfish actions" but the men are fine? At the end? And they get their wives back, albeit halfway. They really made her haunt him forever and be happy about it after he wholly and fully married another lady, ghost or not. How is that justice? How does that make them learn their lesson, truly? That they can destroy everything they had and leave these women destitute and alone--one murdered while defending their son and the other having to resort to sex work after being assaulted. The lack of agency the women have is insulting even if it is period appropriate. If I died after being abandoned by my useless husband while he had an extramarital affair with a ghost, I would haunt him too but I wouldn't help him. That man would suffer every day for the rest of his life, smh. The kid can go back to the village elder, they took better care of him since clearly that dad didn't care one iota until his ghost wife and ghost home faded into ruin. Prick. "Why did you have to die" I will. Kill you.

I could not care less about the split narratives. The samurai one felt shoe-horned in and lack luster compared to the ghost one (though that could be my bias) and felt less developed. With more runtime, this probably could've been better, but alas. Disappointing.

Now. What I did like about this (besides the ghosts) was the MUSIC and AUDIO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my god the creepy little bells from the moment you meet Lady Wakasa showing off that something just isn't quite right from the jump. Her lighting and dress is often ethereal, and the way they shot Ukon during the reveal of the whole ghost-bit was amazing. She was fully in shadow looming behind Genjuro while he was getting mind freaked. This is immediately mirrored when he returns and we get Miyagi fully enshrouded with darkness/shadows with the only light being on the sandals--which further mirrors the focus shot on the sandals left in the dirt during Ohama's assault. The make up was SO effective in making Lady Wakasa just uncanny and off, really setting her apart but mostly making you believe it's her sexual allure--that she's some temptress, not a ghost. I'm also a sucker for all forms of traditional music, so that fan dance scene was easily my favorite bit. Ghost lady? Check. Fan dance? Check.

This movie does excellent at portraying both men and particularly men in power as highly aggressive, selfish, and destructive. The samurai are not protectors--they are violent men who pillage like bandits do. Dutiful wives are left behind--to their death, or to be assaulted with no option left but death or sex work--and then expected to just pick up right where they left off when the men decide they learned their lesson and are ready to come back. No lesson is truly learned. So they went back to working hard, so what? What happens a year from now, when another big sell happens or he finds another grand dream? Pull the same stuff again, expect the women to take them back? She's stuck haunting him forever man !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I call bullshit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dees-writing-corner]

wedding bells - monday

pairing: best friend!mingi x fem!eader

word count: 2878

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I don’t think I had been asleep for very long before I was woken up by the sound of shuffling. 

Turning to face the other side, the clock on the bedside table read 12:06 a.m.  

Thinking it was just Mingi moving in his sleep, I closed my eyes, trying to go back to sleep. Only to hear the shuffling again, followed by hushed whispers. 

Okay, that was definitely not Mingi, it’s coming from the other side of the door. 

Reaching out, I switched on the lamp, before turning back to wake Mingi up. 

Oh, God. Don’t laugh. 

Mingi was currently sleeping with a hand tucked under his stomach and the other one hanging off the side of the bed. His head was turned to me with his mouth slightly open. 

Whispering, I reached out to hit Mingi, “Dude! Mingi! Wake up!” 

Grumbling, Mingi untucked his hand. Barely opening his eye. 

“Wha-? What time is it?” 

“12:10. I think someone’s outside our door. I’ve been hearing rustling and whispering for the past ten minutes.” 

Pressing his face back into the pillow, “Well what do you want me to do about it. It’s probably nothing. Just ignore it and go back to sleep.” 

Just as he finished that sentence, we could hear more whispers coming through the door. 

In turn, I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “You were saying?” 

Grumbling, he sat up, “Fine, let me go check.” 

My eyes followed him as he walked to the door. 

Mingi opened it before he let out a sound of confusion, “Mum? Aunt Seol? What are you two -? Are you two drunk?”  

I slipped out of bed, heading towards Mingi. 

“Y/N!” Mingi’s mum took one of my hands as Mingi went back in to text his dad. “Seol and I were just talking about how fast time’s gone, how Minho is getting married, and how Mingi’s finally brought home a girlfriend. I just - I just can’t believe everyone’s so grown now. I -” 

She was cut off by Mingi’s father and uncle rushing over. 

“We just looked away for 1 minute and you guys come here.”  

Putting their arms around their wives, Mingi’s dad turned back to us, “You two lovebirds head back to bed. We’ll be bringing them back to our rooms. Goodnight.” 

Closing the door, I turned back to look at Mingi, who was already looking at me. The second our eyes met; we were chuckling. 

Moving back to the bed, we sat there for a while, completely awake again. 

Poking Mingi in the arm, “Your mum and aunt really are something. I thought they would’ve gone to bed after the dinner or something, not get drunk.” 

Chuckling, Mingi shook his head, “Yeah, they tend to do that for the first couple of days of any event. Ay, speaking of the dinner, if I hadn’t actually been present for that New Year’s gathering last year, I probably would’ve thought that actually happened. I know you said to twist the truth, but wow.” 

Rolling my eyes at him, “Well I couldn’t exactly say you and the guys thought I’d feel lonely and left out because you all had dates later on in the day, so you just bought me a bouquet of flowers each, can I? And as sweet as the gesture was, it was a very bad idea. I was sneezing for days after that.” 

Snorting, Mingi knocked against my shoulder, “Yeah, well if you went on dates, we wouldn’t be worried about you feeling lonely now, would we? In the four years I’ve known you, you’ve never been on a date before. At least, not that I know of anyways.” 

“I don’t really want to date, or well, I haven’t met anyone yet that I want to date.” 

“Hmm, ya know, I always thought you had a crush on Joong or something.” 

I shot him a startled look, “Hongjoong? Why would you think that?” 

“I don’t know. Whenever we all meet up for movie night or something, you two would always be attached by the hip, and you guys would always meet up at your family’s café. You just spend more time with him than the rest of the guys, so I just assumed that he held a special place in your heart.” 

“Nah, it’s just because we have a lot in common. We’d always talk about some song we were working on or some piece of clothing we were reforming.” 

Glancing at the clock, I noted that it was 1.30, “Let’s get some more sleep before we have to be up for the day.” 

Lying back down, the need to sleep washed over me in an instant.  

Feeling the empty space beside me, I cracked opened my eyes and looked around, not seeing Mingi anywhere. 

“Mingi?” 

Silence. I reached for my phone beside me, deciding to text him. 

Rushing into the bathroom, I quickly did my morning routine before changing into a crop top, jeans and a light cardigan.  

Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I headed towards the hall, relishing in the peace and quiet. 

Entering the hall, I easily caught sight of a mop of black and blue hair belonging to Mingi. 

Walking over to them, I pressed a kiss on Mingi’s cheek, “Morning. I’m gonna go grab some breakfast, do you guys need anything?” 

Mingi held up his coffee cup to me, “Could you get me another cup of coffee, babe?” 

With a snort, and a shake of a head, I grabbed the cup and walked to the coffee bar, surprised to see that they also had an espresso machine for use. 

I quickly poured Mingi a cup of black coffee with some creamer before making myself a latte. 

Walking back to the table, I set the coffee’s down before getting myself a bowl of porridge (or oatmeal, depends on where you’re from) and some fruit. 

Sitting down next to Mingi, I took note of an absent fiancé, “So where’s Laura.” 

Running a hand across his forehead, Minho let out a sigh, “She’s out back trying to decorate the grounds by the lake. The decorator we hired for that couldn’t make it so she’s currently stressing over it. I tried to help out but she shooed me back in because I was terrible at it.” 

Chuckling, I took a sip of coffee, “I’ll do it, right after I finish my breakfast. Just text her to come back in and have breakfast, and that I’ll have everything done by the time you need it.” 

Minho looked a bit apprehensive at this, “Are you sure? I mean, we could always -” 

“It’s fine, she’s probably busy enough as it is. She doesn’t need more to do.” 

Though still a bit hesitant, he took out his phone to text Laura. 

Laura rushed into the room about 5 minutes later and sat down next to me as Minho went to grab her something to eat. 

“Are you sure? I mean, you’re a guest to our wedding, you don’t really need to be doing any of this. I can do it, albeit it may not come out as how I wanted it to, but you really don’t have to do it.” 

Chuckling, I reached my hand out to her arm. 

“I want to. I’ve always loved decorating and, considering it’s not something I’ve learnt, am quite good at it. So just relax, yeah? And let me do all the running around like a headless chicken.” 

Hearing the snort from behind me, we both stared at Mingi, “Is there something you want to add, Mingi, love?”  

Shaking his head, “Oh, no. No, I just remembered the time you were redecorating your house. Oh, God, I’ve never seen you so, I don’t know how to describe it, but you looked so lost yet also in complete control of everything.” 

Laura couldn’t help but let out a sound of confusion at his description, “Mingi, that makes absolutely no sense.” 

“No, it’s like, she keeps her hair clipped messily to the back as she does stuff like this. And as she runs around looking for things, it just gradually gets messier. She’s in control because even though she doesn’t know where anything is even though she probably just saw it 2 seconds ago, she has a clear picture in her mind where she wants everything to go. If she feels like something’s missing, she’ll just call one of the local stores to deliver it to the door.” 

Laura and Minho, who got back somewhere in the middle of Mingi’s long description(?), let out a small ‘wow’ as I just stared at Mingi in mild confusion. 

Huh? How does he know that? He literally just sat on my couch watching tv and occasionally scrolling through his phone when I redecorated the house. I’m pretty sure he never even looked in my direction. 

Bring my attention back to the present, I finished off my breakfast, “So when do you need it by?” 

Laura looked up from her phone, “Tomorrow evening. We’re having dinner there.” 

Nodding my head, I went through everything in my head, “Okay, yeah that’s enough time for me to put everything together. Is there a specific style you want?” 

She paused for a second before shaking her head, “No, you can do whatever you want. And if you need to buy anything, just send Minho to get it.” 

“That won’t be necessary, I know some shop owners in the area that could deliver it here.” 

Mingi motioned his head towards me, “See what I mean?” 

Rolling my eyes, I couldn’t help but grin at Mingi, knowing full well what he was trying to do. 

We sat for a bit, just talking before we headed to the lake. 

“Okay, so this is where we’ll be having the dinner tomorrow evening, all of the decorations and what not are in the boxes by the tables. If you need some help or anything, feel free to text me. And, once again, I cannot thank you enough for helping me with this.” 

Laura pulled me into a hug, before I shooed her and Minho back inside. 

Looking up at Mingi, “Are you not going to head back in?” 

“And leave you alone to do all this? No. I’d be a horrible boyfriend if I did that.” 

“Speaking of boyfriend, Alice broke up with Minho.” 

“Huh?” 

Just hearing that one syllable, I knew he got the wrong idea, “Not this Minho, our Minho from uni, Lee Know, Lee Minho. Do you still remember your friend from the dance society?” 

He stood there for a minute processing what I just said, “Oh, right. Yeah. Sorry, took me a minute for my brain to catch up. But really? I thought they were going strong.” 

Unfolding some strips of linen, I sat down on the floor, “Me too, but apparently, Alice fell out of love or something. Hongjoong texted me this morning about it, and according to Chris, Minho is currently trying to act like he’s not affected by it, but he’s been spending more time in the dance studios, and we all know what that means.” 

Placing the linen along the centre of the tables, I started to untangle some of the vines that was in one of the boxes, while Mingi assembled the candle holders. It took us about half an hour to get it done. 

Stretching from my position on the floor, I reached over to grab my phone. 

“Oh, it’s already one-thirty, do you wanna grab some lunch?” 

Standing up from my place, I held a hand out to Mingi. 

“Come on, let’s grab some lunch” 

We grabbed a quick lunch before Mingi was ushered away by Minho, seeing as he was the best man. 

Walking back out, I quickly started to intertwine the vines with the linen and placing all the candles in their respective places. 

Oh, that took so much longer than I thought it would. 

Taking out my phone, I called a local florist to deliver some flowers to place on the tables tomorrow. 

Okay, that’s it for today. I’ll place all the tableware tomorrow after the flowers have arrived. Everything should be done by 4. 

Walking back to our room, I noticed Mingi sitting on the bed scrolling through his phone. 

“Minho done with you now?” 

Quickly putting down his phone, he looked up, “Yeah, just needed to make sure the suit fit properly. How’s the decorating doing?” 

“I’ve done everything I can for today, all I’ve got tomorrow is to place the flowers and tableware, which shouldn’t be too long.” 

His eyes followed my form as I plopped down beside him, “Do you wanna order room service and then take that bath?” 

Mulling over the idea, I nodded, “Yeah, okay, I want the creamy chicken pasta and some rose tea, thank you. Oh, and don’t forget to order an ice bucket for the rosé later.” 

The room service came relatively quickly, and we just ate while watching some show on the tv. 

Going into the bathroom, I ran the bath and added some bath salts to the water before going for a quick shower with Mingi trailing behind me. 

Walking out of the shower in a simple black bikini, I turned the water off before heading back out to get the rosé and ice bucket. Coming back in, Mingi was already relaxing in the water. I placed the ice bucket and glasses on the ledge and opened the bottle and placing it in the bucket. 

Stepping into the bath, opposite of Mingi, I relaxed back as Mingi poured us a glass of the wine, handing me one. 

“Mingi? What happened to that girl that you would go on dates with, but never actually asked to be your girlfriend.” 

Pausing in the middle of his sip, he blinked a couple of times, “Nothing really, we just didn’t feel any real chemistry. And honestly, we both thought those dates were more like friendly hangouts.” 

“Huh, I thought she was quite cute.” 

Mingi simply gave me a look, “Don’t.” 

“Relax, I’m not gonna do anything. We were talking about it this morning, remember? I don’t wanna date yet.” 

“Riiight, ya know, I still think you and Hongjoong are gonna end up dating each other.” 

Coughing slightly from accidentally inhaling the rosé, “Dude, we’re not gonna end up dat-” 

I was cut off by the sound of my phone ringing from beside us. 

Picking up my phone, I looked at the caller id. 

Mingi peered over slightly, “Who is it?” 

“Hongjoong.” 

He just simply stared back, “What were you gonna say again?” 

Rolling my eyes, I picked up the phone, “Hey, what’s up?” 

“Nothing, just checking up on you.” 

“Hmm, is there something you need help with, hun?” 

“Okay, fine, you got me. Chan and I were working on something and we’re stuck. Could you please help us? I’ll buy you dinner when you get back from the wedding.” 

I leaned back and sipped on my wine, “I was about to say no before you said you were going to buy me dinner. But yeah, okay, send the file to my computer, I’ll check it out later. Is there anything else you need, my dear?” 

“How about putting me on speaker so I can make sure you haven’t killed Mingi yet.” 

I couldn’t help but squeak as I put him on speaker, “I’m not gonna kill him!” 

Chuckling was heard from the other side of the line, “Hun, I’ve literally seen you tackle him to the floor because he was annoying you, so I don’t even wanna imagine what you’d do cooped up with him for a whole week.” 

Mingi let out an offended shout at that, “Hey! I’m not that bad!” 

“Sure, you aren’t, but do come back in one piece, I still need you to feature in some of my songs.” 

Mingi snatched the phone out of my hands, “Oh, I see how it is, you just need me for your songs.” 

“I mean, that’s part of the reason, but the most important part is because I don’t want Y/N to end up in prison because of murder, so…” 

I couldn’t help but let out a snort at Mingi’s current expression that portrayed complete betrayal. 

“I’m kidding, but please do make sure lovely comes back in one piece, yeah? I’m gonna go now, gotta head to the studio, talk to you later.” 

After hanging up all Mingi was doing was staring at me. 

“Dude, what? Is there something you wanna ask?” 

“You do know that you two were flirting a lot, right?” 

I shrugged my shoulders, “So? I flirt with Wooyoung all the time as well.” 

“That’s because he’s Wooyoung, the guy flirts with anyone and anything. Hongjoong on the other hand, doesn’t really do that.” 

“Everyone’s friendships are different, it just so happened that the one between Hongjoong and I is a flirty one.” 

“Right… Come on, let's get out, the waters starting to turn cold.” 

We both dried ourselves before changing for bed. 

Lying in bed, we turned the tv on, stumbling on a channel that was showing reruns of old Disney shows. We both went to sleep to the faint sound of Hannah Montana playing in the background. 

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OKAY SO it was where do we go now/wa hala2 la wayn and its this lebanese movie i got assigned 2 watch for cinematography class for the chapter on international cinema and it made me very happy hehe however. i have Thoughts. first off positive ones do you know how nice it was to hear just Genuine Lebanese Arabic in a movie it was SO nice. thats how i talk!! i use those turns of phrases!!! the old ladies remind me of my grandmas!!! the humour is also on Point like it feels very Classic Lebanese humour yk? and theres a great balance between humour and the more serious parts in a way that feels very true to the culture itself? if that makes sense?

less positive points uhhh why did they burst into song out of Nowhere like 3 times its not a musical it felt so. Why Is This Here. the last song where the women are baking is fun though. my biggest gripe with it though is. okay a bit of context so!!! the main plot in the movie is that its about a village thats half muslim half christian and they coexist peacefully and then they start hearing news of skirmishes between the two religions elsewhere and tensions start to rise and each side starts blaming the other for Every Little Thing that goes wrong and it just keeps escalating and escalating. and so the movie focuses on the women of the village devising various schemes to keep the men from fighting each other. its very much denouncing religion wars (which like. Yeah its a thing. my grandpa almost got shot once)

anyways SO all of that to say. the movie ends with the men waking up one morning and all the muslim men find that their wives have taken off their hijab and are praying to the virgin mary while all the christian women are veiled etc. and theyre basically saying well if you want to go fight them for being christian/muslim you'll have to fight me too and it makes them see the error of their ways etc. i. did nawt like this. i feel like theres better ways to get this message accross than basically saying "yeah religion is surface level and you can just violate everything you believe in just to make a point" like its not that they went i Look like them now its straight up they switched yk. like "this is who i am now". idk. left a bad taste in my mouth but maybe thats just me!!

the ending ending scene is the village going to bury a kid that was killed on his way back to the village and . like at the beginning of the movie we see the cemetery and its divided in2 tombstones with crosses and ones without but now the tombstones all look the same. and the title of the movie comes from the men carrying the coffin asking that yk. where do we go now. and i feel like that was a Much better way to get the point accross than the whole switching debacle sobs. anyways yeah!! those are my thoughts . this is so long i am SO sorry

YAY LONG REVIEW TIME!!! omg omg nice! i absolutely adore that, both the language part because that's so important but also the fact that it nails the culture down because? i feel like that's so hard to do with any culture, matching the humor and the specific phrases/customs with the generational trauma / more serious aspects of it. i really want to reconnect with more iraqi media for that reason because i really want to see how a film reflects that kind of thing

God movies where they just do random song and musical segments will never not be funny to me. this is a little different as to my understanding this is more expected in the genre, but watching bollywood movies with my friends was like. okay so there's a dramatic scene going on Oh wait now they're dancing on a shoreline in iceland. for the next eight minutes. this is fine and normal. like its so ABRUPTSDHKFJ

that's honestly a really really really cool concept for the film but i agree in that that's a really weird way to resolve it? i feel like in something like a film talking about religion its important that the religion component isn't entirely lost if that wasn't what the whole point was, does that make sense? like in this context it shouldn't take a person dneoucning their religion when the entire point of the show isn't about losing your faith just about reconciling with other people, it feels irrelevant and like the religion is being centered in the religious wars and not the violence. side note glad your grandpa didn't actually get shot that's a major yikes

man that other ending scene you described though... like imaginably this would be much more impactful if i had the visuals as well and could see this unfold in the film but like. your description even now feels really really emotionally impactful and. yeah. glad it has a good actual ending to it that kind of rounds it out i guess? seems like a good film overall but with some weird quirks and bad parts definitely

ty for the movie review! sorry if my response is scatterbrained im mulittasking rn but this was very cool to read :DDD