#You're right to record a TV show to watch later

[meeedeee]

When is a library not a library? When it’s online, apparently

"If you buy a physical book, you are allowed to sell or lend it because of a legal principle known as the “first sale doctrine,” which gives the owner of a (physical) object the right to dispose of that object in whatever way they wish, regardless of copyright. The Archive argued that the same principle should protect the sale or lending of a legally purchased digital copy, pointing out that all the copies of books it lent out had previously been acquired lawfully by libraries.'...

The Internet Archive’s lawyers also pointed to a Supreme Court decision, from the nineteen eighties, ruling that using a Sony Betamax video-cassette recorder to make a copy of a TV show was fair use. The Archive argued that its digital copies of print books similarly “improved the efficiency of delivering content to one entitled to receive the content” in a way that didn’t “unreasonably encroach on the commercial entitlements of the rights holder.” "

[astroboots]

Punch-Out Love

Artwork by @guruan

FIGHT NIGHT

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader

Summary: You're lucky enough to score ring-side seats at a boxing match on Friday night. Getting the best view in the house of boxing champion: Miguel O'Hara.

Word count: 1,500

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You know fuck all about boxing.

About the only thing you know about the sport was from the glimpses you caught watching scratched up old recordings of Muhammed Ali fights on the boxy mini-tv of your old childhood friend's house.

It always seemed barbaric. The practice of watching two human beings beat the shit out of each other for spectator's entertainment. It seems like something that was better left in the Ancient Roman times. Have we all human beings as a society, really not come further some 2,000 years later?

Your bestie used to get mad at you for this. Constantly defending the sport from your criticism, because (according to him) it's not just about smashing each other's faces in. Supposedly, there's an art to the sport. Boxers are taught to respect their opponents and adhere to the principles of good sportsmanship. It takes great mental discipline, dedicated work and years of hard and punishing training to master boxing.

You never saw any of that in the matches he showed you. All you saw were two men needlessly being hurt, sustaining brain damage for rich people's enjoyment.

Then again, he was more than a little bit biased, considering it was his dream to go pro one day. Tall and gangly, with his scrawny antelope legs, thick-rimmed glasses and big-ass braces, he looked like he couldn't punch his way out of a paper bag, much less another person. You never understood how exactly he thought he was going to make it as a boxer.

But you never found it in you to burst his unrealistic bubble when he used to point at the screen excitedly, drawing your attention to Ali's footwork and the artistry in it. 

"It's like he's dancing," he used to say.

Except dancing is done with swelling music in the background. In dancing you often have a partner. It's an embrace. It's gentle and kind.

Boxing... was not that.

So you don't know how you managed to find yourself in the ringside seats of a local boxing match on a Friday evening, staring up at the boxing ring with the glaring ring lights shining into your eyes.

"Aren't these seats amazing?" Jess shouts excitedly over the familiar lyrics of ‘We Will Rock You' being belted out by Freddy Mercury on the loudspeaker.

You smile, and nod, because boxing-fan or not, she's right, these are some amazing seats. And considering you didn't have to pay a dime for them, personal aversions aside, you're never going to turn down free stuff.

Jess' husband tested positive for covid at the last minute, and you're the only one in your social circle that is anti-social and single enough to not have any plans on a Friday evening.

On the monitors above you, the menacing headshots of the two fighters swish into view.

"The first guy is an old reigning champ," she explains to you, as she leans in, shouting into your eardrums (and yet you can still barely make out what she's saying over the music). "The challenger is some new kid on the block. Has an amazing track record. Zero losses in the season. He's something else."

You look up at the gigantic screen, at the sharp cut cheeks, strong thick brows and the intense pitched brown eyes staring down at you.

Angry looking dude.

...Handsome too.

With a face like that, surely he could've gone into other careers. Calvin Klein model, movie star, or a news anchor. You wonder what makes a guy voluntarily have his face bashed in for money as a career.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a loud booming voice announces from the stage.

You jump in your seat from the suddenness, as you see a bald and overly formal dressed announcer in the middle of the ring. 

"Welcome to the electrifying boxing showdown of the century! Are you ready to witness some knockout action tonight?"

The crowd around you cheers with a pandemonium of shouting and whistling.

"Introducing our first fighter, a true hometown hero! With an impressive record of 20 wins, 15 by knockout, and only 2 losses, standing at 6'3 feet, and weighing in at 340 pounds of determination and strength, give it up for ‘the Knockout King’ Bobby Kane!"

You watch as the reigning champion walks down the tunnel to the midst of adoring cheers as he waves and gestures at the crowd like royalty.

Every inch the king that he is nicknamed, he jumps over the rope and stands tall and proud over the ring.

The man is huge, bulging with almost grotesque muscles. He's so large that you almost expect each of his steps to send a reverberation throughout the hall, as if this was Jurassic Park and he's a T-Rex.

"Now, entering the ring with the confidence of a warrior, fighting out of the red corner, with 15 wins, 10 by knockout, and no losses, standing at an astounding 6 feet 9 inches, and weighing in at 310 pounds of raw power, let's hear it for tonight's challenger, ‘Steel Jaw’ Miguel O'Hara!"

Wait what? You do a double take at the announcement. Six foot nine?!?! What kind of giant is that?

From the far corner of the hall, you see his silhouette emerge, and your eyes go wide at the sight of him. Tall doesn't even begin to describe him. 

There's a 200 year oak tree at Central Park, and with the shadow this man casts, you think their height must be nearly comparable. If you thought the Knockout King was tall, the "King" is practically tiny compared to this challenger.

You watch, as the man with cheeks so sharp they mind as well be blades (and god never has a nickname made more sense to you) as he strides towards the stage. He reaches the rope and barely even has to climb over it with how tall he is.

He's leaner than his predecessor. Every inch of him is cut muscles and tanned gorgeous skin as he stands in front of you. His presence is electric. The air crackles where he stands, towering over the stage.

You swear that his towering height blocks out the ring lights with it, casting the stage in the darkness of his tall shadow.

Somehow, he's even prettier in person compared to the still image of him blown up and plastered on the big screen. Soft brown curls and pouty lips. You don't understand in what world a man like that is a professional fighter.

From this distance, with the way that the light refracts from his irises, his eyes almost glow with a scarlet red that takes your breath away as you look up at him and meet his eyes.

If you didn't know better, you'd think he was staring at you.

The bell rings out, but he's not looking away. The intensity you find there is enough to make you swallow your tongue. Your face prickles with heat and for several long moments you forget to breathe, until the air seems to thin around you and your vision starts to swim.

Then he turns to face his opponent.

You're not quite sure where to look. There's so much happening at once. For his size, Miguel O'Hara is surprisingly deft on his feet. His footwork is somehow both unpredictable yet intentional all at once.

The King throws a strong punch, as he lunges forward, after his tall opponent. But O'Hara dodges them seemingly without effort. It's followed by punches so quick, the movements blur together.

Strike after strike. The King is giving it his all. But none of it properly connects. With every failed hit, you can see him growing increasingly more frustrated.

Your heart is in your lungs, and despite how close you are to the stage, you almost want to get up from your seat for a closer look.

Safe as you are behind the ropes, adrenaline rushes through your veins with a fury. You can't recall the last time you felt this ecstatic about... well, anything.

With each punch O’Hara dodges, you feel yourself lurch back in your seat, trying to dodge the punch with him.

It's titillating.

Exciting.

O'Hara's movements are precise and honed with intention despite the ferocity in his movements. Each one is measured and intricate and if you didn't know any better you'd almost call it graceful.

You think back to those moments in your childhood friend's home, and his excited words buzz in your ears now. For the first time ever you finally understand what he had meant.

It is like a dance.

Before you, O’Hara's eyes cross over in your direction and for a split of a second, you swear your eyes connect again. His gaze holds you there, pinned to your seat, and excitement shoots through the entirety of your spine until you feel lightheaded from the attention.

Then he finally steps forward, no longer evading.

It's brutal and efficient.

An uppercut that connects cleanly to his opponent's jaw.

Spit and blood flies out from the man's mouth, the flabby flesh of his cheek vibrating from the impact as he lands on the floor with an ear-shattering thud.

Then the guy is out.

Barely even eight minutes in. 

There's a stunned and shocked silence. The crowd seems both enthralled and disappointed at how fast it all went. On the ring floor, you can practically see the circle of cartoon birds flying above the defeated King's head.

You may not know anything about boxing, but you know that this man is not getting up anytime soon, no matter how far the referee counts.

Tearing your eyes away from the motionless body splayed out on the ground elevated above you, you can see the victor towering menacingly over the body.

But Miguel O'Hara isn't even looking at his defeated opponent

No, his eyes are staring straight into the sea of awestruck spectators. Except he’s not looking at them.

He's looking at you.

~ Next.

Author's note: What's that you say? CiCi wtf are you doing starting another series when you already got one going on? ... Idek man. But I hope you guys enjoy it, cause I had a blast writing it, smut will ensue in later chapters I promise!

Dedications and Credits: Buckle up it's gonna be a big one!

Firstly to @guruan when I say she's my muse THIS IS WHAT I MEAN! Look at that beautiful artwork. I am drooling into my panties. I am crying between my legs. I am so damn horny! I cannot thank this amazingly talented genius enough. Please please give this wonderful brilliant human your love by following her, and drop by her KO-FI SHOP cause the art this woman bless us with is UN-fucking-REAL

Then to @djarinsbeskar who put this idea into my head. In my mind she is the OG Boxer AU champion and mastermind. If you are in the mood for more boxing content, she has a wonderful, devastatingly sexy series Boxer!Din AU that is just woof woof bark bark.

[bookshelfdreams]

ofmd wasn't "profitable" enough but I didn't even get the feeling hbo wanted to make money off of it. They didn't promote it when s1 dropped, and the promo for s2 was erratic at best. They don't sell merch. Or physical copies. There's no bts documentaries other than what actors (shoutout to Samba ilu) make themselves in their spare time.

It took more than a full year for me to be able to watch s1 legally! I still can't access s2 legally anywhere! It's not that ofmd is unprofitable, it's that hbo refuses to profit off of it, because - well, because profiting off of it would mean investing work and money into it.

And like. Of course, when you compare it to the juggernauts hbo holds rights to, like GoT, ofmd is small fishes. But.

How on earth do these clowns think cult classics happen?

A Game of Thrones was first published in 1996 and didn't make it on the NYT beststeller list until 2011. The first edition of the first Harry Potter book was 500 pieces. And yeah, TV shows are different, but if you look at today's media landscape, would things like Star Trek, or Buffy, or Doctor Who stand the slightest chance? These things take time, is my point. A piece of media doesn't become a massively profitable, beloved classic over night. It takes time and effort to build that kind of franchise.

And the thing is! Nobody who makes these decisions even likes stories. I'm convinced that whoever is in charge at hbo, at amazon prime, even at disney, thinks storytelling is dumb and for idiots. They think it's enough to just slap the name of something people love on whatever garbage they spit out, for it to be profitable. They think it's the brand that sells: Look this has "Lord of the Rings" on it! Look, this one has "Game of Thrones", you like Game of Thrones don't you? Watch my show, boy.

But this isn't how this works. It's not the name that sells (unless, I suppose, you're the MCU, and even there one gets the impression the trick is finally stopping to work), especially not when the product is bad. People aren't idiots.

But it's not about making something good. It's not about making a meaningful piece of art, or telling an engaging story. ofmd served its purpose; it drew in all the subscribers it ever would, so there's no point in letting it go on. Even in the s2 that we did get, this is evident: the penny pinching is palpable, it's clear that the studio didn't want to spend any more money than absolutely necessary on it, and then cut the budget by 40%.

It's not about art. It never has been.

And it's not even about profit, because to be profitable eventually, stories have to be allowed to thrive first. You tell a good story first, and success happens later, often much, much later.

And ofmd was incredibly, astonishingly successful. It was the most in-demand series for weeks after the s1 finale. But even that wasn't enough, it's never enough, ofmd could have made record-setting profits and it still would have been cancelled, because -

Well, I don't know. Because we live in a bad time for art. Because Orwell was right, and stories have become commodities, like shoelaces. Because. Well. It's not about telling a story, is it?

What's the point of a story? What's the point of making something for the joy of making it? What's the point of a piece of art, existing, if it cannot be transferred into numbers for the stockholders?

idk how to end this. I hope David Jenkins finishes the story he wanted to tell, even if just for himself. I hope, against all odds, that weird, fun, heartfelt, beautiful little stories like ofmd continue to happen.

But goddammit.

[kitasgloves]

"Fallingforyou"

event masterlist

— ♬ "I don't want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck"

— ♬ Suna x Reader, timeskip, SFW, fluff, gen reader, friends to lovers, mentions of smoking, no beta

What time you coming out?

Suna Rintaro bit his lip when he sent you the message. He didn't want to come across as desperate or clingy but it was getting difficult to deny it. He's afraid that at this point he'll never make it right if you don't wander off.  Suna starts to bite his thumb as he anxiously waits for your reply. He knows you're busy and he'd be lucky if gets a moment to spend with you. He puts his phone down to fetch himself some Chuupet at the fridge when he hears his phone vibrate on his nightstand, he practically sprints to see if you have replied. And you did, telling him you'll be off your work later and he should stop by at your place. He's so excited for the night. All he needs is his bike and your enormous house.

Suna encountered you during college since you both shared a lot of classes. You always took a seat next to him during lectures and he began saving a seat for you whenever you were late, his heart never fails to throb when he finds out you did the same for him. He couldn't fuck with anyone at the time, people were either too eccentric or lackluster. But you managed to captivate him. You were laid back and had a fantastic sense of humor because you always made him laugh. You were a quiet genius, Suna has copied your notes and homework throughout college. And you had the most honest soul he had ever met.

He couldn't think of anyone he was willing to bend backward for, break the rules for, and burn the world for. Your face always pops up in his head along with the scent of your sweet perfume, if only you knew what you do to him. These conflicting feelings followed him until the end of college. You and Suna remained friends despite rarely talking to each other. You and him shared mutual friends so he knows what you were up to when he's curious about your wellbeing.

You and him shared a lot of moments. From watching movies to smoking your first cigarette. Suna had everything recorded in his phone and head. Every smile, every laugh, every frown, every fight, and every hug. Everything you did affected Suna. But he's still unsure how to deal with these perplexing emotions he held towards you. Till then you and him will just knock around and see if you're all he needs.

"Hi, Rin"

"Hey, it's been a while"

You open the door to invite him in, he carries a bag of your favorite snacks and some beer. Both of you settled in the living room, you were flicking through movies, asking him what he wanted to watch. But he shrugs and tells you to put on whatever you like. You'd play one of your favorites on the TV while you talked with him throughout the film, Suna would slip a joke or two to see you smile and then look at your lips whenever you took a sip of your beer. The evening ended late, you were tired from work and he didn't want to keep you up.

"Good night, [Name]"

"'Night Rin"

He tucks you into bed and contemplates if he should kiss you on the forehead, but he holds back and leaves your room. All the jitters and high from the night before remained in his system for a week and Suna knew he had to see you again. He chased the feeling you gave him, a sense of safety and comfort he couldn't find in anyone. The solace and freedom of being himself without giving a care in the world. He could only feel satisfaction when he was beside you. So he asks you again when you will be free, but now he discards how desperate and clingy he behaved.

It was during snowfall did Suna met up with you again. The weather was perfect for lovers to be entangled in the sheets and share body heat. You show up wearing warm colors and your favorite coat, Suna cracks a smile when you approach him dressed in black and grey. You suggested on getting coffee and he agreed, even if he didn't like coffee at all. The two of you sat together in a crummy cafe that you liked downtown, you were halfway through your coffee and he barely touched his. He was busy taking in every word you said and focusing on your face whenever you talked.

You were so close to him that he can smell that damn perfume again. Your shoulders were brushing he flushes. When he shifts his jacket and catches your coat again, he can feel his blush deepen when you look at him.

"Sorry"

"Oh, no it's fine"

Suna begins to read between the line and touches your leg again, and again. You don't seem to mind, he's even starting to think you're inviting the feeling. He keeps his leg against yours when you finish your coffee, at this point, his went cold. Suna thinks he should take it one day at a time. Soon you'll be his. But the problem is Suna wants you now. 

"I'll see you around, yeah"

"Yeah..."

He watches you walk away while the snow falls, his chest aching at seeing your figure disappearing in the distance. All Suna could think about was the next possible encounter, maybe then, he could comprehend his feelings about you. And maybe you're starting to feel the same about him too. So, he takes his time and patience to pounce on the perfect opportunity to hit you up again.

Suna waits for you at the park at almost midnight, he thinks that you probably think he's annoying for asking to see you every week. Nonetheless, you always agree to meet up. You were probably too kind to decline or maybe there was something more that he doesn't know. He doesn't often smoke but when he does it means he's anxious. He places the cigarette between his lips and lights it up, he inhales the nicotine and lets out a long exhale. That's when he sees your figure in the distance.

"Yo!"

You smile and walk up to him. Suna smiles and waves at you before taking another drag. When the smoke gets in your eyes, you look so alive. He thinks if you fancy sitting down with him on the bench because he's convinced that you're all he needs. You start the chat as usual and he would pay great attention to you. He waits for you to ask him for a cigarette but you don't. You and him talked until midnight and around that time, Suna felt himself crumbling. And you notice.

"Is there something bothering you, Rin? You've smoked three cigarettes now"

"There is but..."

"But?"

"I don't know how to tell you"

"Oh, Rin. You know you can tell me anything"

Your hand rests on his knee and he puts the cigarette away from his lips and smothers it with his foot. He takes your hand and you flinch at how cold it feels, but you don't pull away, instead, you pull him into a hug. Suna instantaneously melts in your hold. The feeling of your arms was enough to soothe him. He borrows his face against the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as he feels his heartbeat synch with yours. He feels like he should say it. He thinks he should say it. Suna pulls away and looks you in the eye, your orbs shining under the moonlight.

"[Name]"

"Yeah?"

"I don't want to be your friend..."

"Rintaro...?"

"I want to kiss your neck"

Bewilderment bloomed in your features. Suna hoped the dim light of the lampost didn't catch the redness of his cheeks. He gulps when there is a long period of silence, so he shuts his eyes. He doesn't see you do the same and lean forward. The next thing he knows is the feeling of your lips capturing his. The kiss begins slow and clumsy. When he grabs your cheek, it morphs into tenderness. The sound of his heartbeat blasts in his ears as he shares his kiss with you for the first time, something he has daydreamed about since then. No one was sure who pulled away, but now you two gazed at each other breathlessly. Suna inhales.

"I think I'm falling for you, [Name]"

Suna finally utters. Your jaw goes slack momentarily before looking away. Don't you need him? He thinks. On this night, in this light, Suna confirms to himself that he is indeed falling for you. Now, he's both hoping you'll change your mind and preparing himself for a pending rejection. But when you gave him that blinding smile of yours, Suna's heart skipped a beat. 

"I think I'm falling for you too, Rintaro"

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

[kleftiko]

❦ CALL OUT MY NAME

“guess I was just another pit stop 'til you made up your mind. you just wasted my time."

cw: mature, sexual content, gn!reader, angst, infidelity, mentions of marking (tw: Naoya Zen'in)

Choso's laying in bed. Fingers play through his loose hair as he watches a show he's seen so many times that he's mouthing along to the dialogue. An empty box of takeout sits on his nightstand, and he's content.

The ambiance of his room is broken when his phone buzzes. At first he doesn't notice, then decides he doesn't care enough to check, but whether intuition or luck, he flips over his phone to see your name.

"What's up?" he's asking a second later, into the speaker.

There's a sniffle on your end.

"Can I come over?" you ask in a small, static, clouded voice.

"Of course," he says.

"Can we get fried rice?"

Choso's eyes flit to the empty container. "Sure, I was just getting hungry anyway."

"I'll be there soon."

Getting rid of the garbage takes two seconds; what takes so much longer is Choso figuring out what to do with all the time between now and when you show up at his door. He was overly critical of how he was sitting, what show was playing on the TV, and what kind of fried rice he should get—but it all went flying out the window when you opened his door with puffy eyes and a quivering lip.

He's on you in a second, helping you take off your jacket and asking what happened. But you don't say anything; instead, you climb into his bed and snuggle under the covers.

"He doesn't care about me." You whine.

Choso can't help that the sight of you tangling yourself in his sheets, knowing they're going to smell like you when you inevitably leave, makes his dick twitch.

"He's such a dick—God, why can't I just find someone better?" You huff, fluffing his pillow and laying your head on it.

He tentatively sits on the side of his bed, a large hand softly stroking your shoulder like he's done so many times.

"What happened this time?" He asks. You take a deep breath and begin to recount the details of your latest disappointment. It's always about your boyfriend, Naoya, and how he doesn't do this or say this to you. At this point, everything is a broken record; Naoya does something terrible, and you crawl to Choso for a moment, allowing him to hold, caress, and love you, before returning to your boyfriend.

Choso hates it. Hates that you won't leave the guy, hates that you take all the bullshit he throws at you, hates that you're always showing up at his door in tears—but he especially hates that he can never turn you away, hates that he lets you use him for a quick fuck that definitely means so much more to him than it ever will to you.

"And I mean, it's not even like I'm asking for much!" You vent.

Honestly, Choso's not paying attention to what you're saying; he's heard this speech so many times that he could recite it like the show that's still playing on his TV. But he knows what comes after; he knows that in a moment of vulnerability for both of you, your soft lips will finally touch his, and he could pretend for a brief moment that you are all his.

"Why can't I be with someone as sweet as you?" You breathe, leaning into him.

He doesn't wait for you to make the first move this time; he kisses you without taking a breath first—too eager to have you. As your lips meet, a surge of electricity courses through his veins, intensifying the connection between you. In that stolen moment, the world around him fades away, leaving only the two of you lost in a whirlwind of passion and desire.

It's all too soon that he's undressed you. The heat between you becomes almost unbearable. His lips run over the soft skin covering your entire body, right over the marks from another man. How he wished to do that to you as well, to erase any trace of anyone else. He wants to look down at your bare body and see his own masterpiece, not some other fuckers. But you'll never let him; your boyfriend was the only one allowed to do that. You've told him many times, and it's always a stab to his heart. A sick reminder of what he is to you and what he will never be.

But in some sadistic and satirical way, it never stops him from wanting to please you, to let you suffocate him with your trembling thighs as he eats you out in a desperate attempt for your approval.

He yearns to be the one who fulfills your desires, to be the artist who brings you pleasure and satisfaction. Despite the pain it causes him, he continues to strive for your acceptance, hoping that one day he will be enough for you.

But even when he's buried deep inside you, bringing tears of ecstasy to your eyes, you're still not looking at him. You're lost in your own world of pleasure, unaware of the emotional toll it takes on him. He longs for a connection beyond physical intimacy, craving the validation and recognition that he so desperately seeks from you. It's a bittersweet irony that even in moments of intense passion, he remains unseen and unnoticed by the one he yearns for. It doesn't matter that he brings you to one orgasm after another if he can't capture your attention and affection outside of the bedroom.

And right when he's on the brink of euphoria, head thrown back, grip like a vice against your hips, you tell him to pull out—he can't cum inside. And it doesn't matter that the sight of his cum splattering against your stomach is a sight that makes him immediately hard again; it's a cruel reminder that only your boyfriend has the pleasure of filling you up while he has to cum into the cool and unforgiving air between you. He now knows the moment is almost over.

Choso's laying in bed. Fingers trail over your exposed skin as the same show that was playing hours ago still runs. An untouched box of takeout sits on his nightstand, and he feels his heart sink at the thought of you waking up and leaving him alone.

[delululand]

you and yeonjun studied at the same university. you met him on the first day and quickly became close, you both had common interests, similar values and you liked to spend time together. you often went to exhibitions, went shopping or just watched TV shows and series together at his house.

he's always been very popular with girls, but in all the 2 years that you've known him, he hasn't dated anyone. yes, of course, he was nice and friendly with everyone, sometimes even flirted (or was it just his way of communicating? actually often his natural manner of communication looked like flirting), but it never ended with something serious. you were very close and told each other about your affairs, but in fact you also didn't have anything serious with someone, there were a couple of guys who asked you out or hinted at sex, but you weren't interested in it, your own life, hobbies, studies and time with friends was much more important

since you studied at the creative majors, you had quite a lot of group projects on staging dances, recording songs and shooting videos for editing practice. you have always chosen each other as a partner in such tasks and this time, having received a big task, you decided to do it together again. you had to come up with a choreography and perform it as a qualifying exam.yeonjun was a very good dancer, so he immediately offered to take on the most difficult choreography and you agreed to meet in the studio in the evening for a final discussion. he often danced with his friends in this studio, so when you got there a little earlier than the appointed time, you found him and his friends still dancing. carefully walking into the hall, you saw taehyun and bomgyu, who were already familiar to you, as well as an unfamiliar guy who was sitting in the corner of the room and watching the guys.

a minute later they finished the dance, yeonjun came up and hugged as a greeting, and the guys said hello and immediately said goodbye, as it was time for them to go. the guy sitting in the corner got up and came up to you, yeonjun said, "y/ni, this is mingi sunbaenim, he helped us with the choreography". the guy smiled sweetly at you and greeted you. since yeonjun had already been dancing for several hours up to this point, he asked for a short break before you start. at this time, mingi continued to communicate with you. he was very friendly and asked a lot about you and your project. you told him that you had to put on another individual dance and mingi offered his help in this. you have seen yeonjun looking slightly annoyed, but probably he's just tired from a few hours of rehearsal before? after answering several messages on the phone, catching his breath and drinking water, yeojun came up to you and said, "khm, I think it's time to start? we need to prepare well today," to which mingi replied, "yes, of course, I won't disturb you, I'm just surprised that you've been hiding such a beauty from me all this time," you laughed and yeonjun saw off mingi to the exit. only you and yeonjun are left. you liked the dance he put on right away and you started rehearsing.

after 3 hours of rehearsal, you finally went outside. it was already 10 pm and yeonjun insisted on walking you home. on the way home, you started asking about mingi, to which yeonjun said "why are you suddenly asking so much about him?", you replied "no, he was just very nice to me and promised to help with the next project", you saw yeonjun's lips pouting and he looked at you with an offended look "can't I help you? why ask someone else?", his pouting face caused you to be touched and a surge of tenderness, so you patted his hair and put your arm around his shoulder and said, "heeeeeeey, what's going on? I just don't want to bother you with my problems, you already help me too much and I really appreciate it, but I don't want to be completely arrogant." his gaze softened, he turned to you and with a soft smile said "hey, you're don't...", he hugged you and kissed the top of your head, after which you continued to go home

a few days later, mingi text you and you began to communicate a lot and it seemed that you were beginning to fall in love. you continued your rehearsals with yeonjun, you saw the face he looks at you every time you mention mingi in front of him, so you tried to talk about him as little as possible.

you went on a few dates with mingi and you were so excited about it, but this feeling of falling in love overshadowed the guilt of not telling him, knowing that it would upset him. you've always been so close and shared everything from childhood traumas to what you ate for breakfast today. you asked him about why he reacts to mingi like that and each time he just replied that mingi is just not the one you need. it makes you overthink. maybe he's really not the one you need? maybe yeonjun knows what you don't know? or maybe yeonjun just has a personal dislike for him? or is he afraid that you will spend less time with him because of this? after all, in fact, he was your only guy friend, of course you had girl friends and other friends, but you weren't friends with any of the guys as close as with him

your dance with yeonjun had already been rehearsed almost perfectly and there was only a week left before the performance, so you decided that you could already start rehearsing your solo dance.mingi, as promised, offered his help, so you agreed to see each other in the studio. due to the fact that you spent more time with mingi, you met with yeonjun mostly only at rehearsals and at university. he called you to different places, but you were busy, so you made up excuses every time hoping that he would not guess the true reason. but he is not a fool and he has long guessed the real reasons for your behavior, maybe he just didn't want to believe?

after meeting mingi in the studio and practice the dance, he walked you home, but on the way he accidentally dropped coffee on a white t-shirt, so you invited him to come in to wash it. you clearly liked each other, sexual tension was building up and at one point you were already sitting on a shelf in the bathroom passionately kissing mingi without a t-shirt. it was a long session of kissing and you heard your phone ringing, but only put it on silent mode. realizing that this is growing into something more, you stopped for a second and you glanced at the phone. there were about 15 missed calls from yeonjun and the phone still kept ringing. it bothered you, why is he calling so much all of a sudden? something happened? mingi stayed to kiss you on the neck, but you asked him to stop and took a breath to answered the call

- hiii, junie, did something happen? is it urgent?

- oh, you finally picked up the phone, no, nothing urgent, I was just near your house and wanted to see you, can you go out for a couple of minutes?

- mhhh so suddenly..... I'm just a little busy right now.....

- it's just a couple of minutes, I won't distract you for too long, I need to tell you something

- okay, wait a second... - you answered with a heavy sigh

after explaining the situation to mingi, you asked him to wait for you here and were about to leave the house. even after several attempts, you still didn't look very good. to put it mildly, your lips were swollen, your makeup was a little smeared and your clothes were crumpled, so you just hoped that it was already night outside and it wouldn't be so noticeable in the semi-darkness.

when you went outside, you saw yeonjun, he was leaning on a lantern, he had a really cute bouquet in his hands and he greeted you with the most tender smile. when he saw you, he took a few steps forward and hugged you tighter than usual. being so close to him, you smelled a plume of alcohol. "hey, what's going on?" you asked, breaking away from his embrace, "I'm so glad to see you, and what are you so busy that you can't see your dear friend?" his words stuttered a little and he giggled, without waiting for your answer, he held out his hand to you with a bouquet in it saying "it's fo....". before he could finish, his face changed and he was looking somewhere behind you. the bouquet fell out of his hand and he looked at you, looking into his eyes you saw the look of a dog who had lost his master, he looked with such pain and disappointment that you were taken aback. turning around, you saw mingi standing on the doorstep of your house without the t-shirt, he looked at you and shouted "baby, is everything okay?". you looked at yeonjun and just wanted to say "yeojun no, that's not what you....", he interrupted you by saying "ah, so that's what this is about.... and how could I be such a fool," without listening to your explanations, he just turned around and left. you tried to stop him to solve this situation, but he just threw off your hands and calmly walked on, not stopping a step.

you came home in a rage, "what the fuck have you done? who asked you to come out?" you shouted, not understanding what to do next, unlike you, mingi was calm, "what's wrong with that? he would have found out about us being together anyway, so what's the problem?", mingi grinned and added, "or are you saying you didn't know about his feelings? everyone around knew about it, I don't believe you're stupid enough not to see the obvious things." feelings? no, you knew he loved you, but was that what you were thinking? he was always caring, brought you food when you didn't have time to eat at home, picked you up from parties if you were drunk, treated you when you got sick, helped you always and everywhere, all these moments flashed through your memory in a second. what was friendly love for you turned out to be not just friendly love at all?

as the days passed, yeonjun stayed to ignore you, he did not answer your calls and messages, and at the university he passed by pretending that you did not exist. mingi calmed you down and said that yeonjun was not worth your worries, and everyone around asked what happened just pressing on the sore spot, and the thought that in a few days you should perform your dance for the exam finally finished you off. he hasn't said a word to you since, you haven't rehearsed the dance anymore and haven't discussed how it will go. however, he did not block you and the day before the exam you received a message “tomorrow at the university at 9am. do not be late. we are the first to perform” you answered “yes, of course, I will” and you hoped that this was a shift for the better, because this is at least something, and after hundreds of your calls and messages, he texts you himself. when you met, he was still cold and without saying a word to you, he danced with you to the highest score, also silently leaving immediately after grading.

the second month of silence has begun. your relationship with mingi was something that somehow made you glad and if not for this whole situation, you could say that you were happy. was happy exactly until I received a message from an unknown number. you knew that before you, mingi had a girlfriend with whom he dated for a long time and they broke up because she had to move to another country, but you didn't know that she returned about two weeks ago. in a message from an unknown number, there were photos of mingi and his ex spooning sweetly in a cafe, he kissed her hand and the message claimed that they were seeing each other for more than the first time. when you found out about it, you were so disappointed that all the emotions that had accumulated during all this time poured out a stream of anger at mingi. he said he could explain it all and he was sorry that it happened, but you were not able to listen to it all, so after blocking him everywhere, you called your friend, found your most cheese outfit and you went to the club.

it was Saturday night and the club was full of people. it was smoky around and loud music was playing, you drank shots one by one and after 10 you already lost count. the alcohol in your blood was making itself felt, and the smell of weed around only made the situation worse. slightly stumbling, you were walking through a crowd of people and bumped into some guy. looking up, you saw that it was yeonejun. after looking at you contemptuously, he was going to just pass by as he had been doing for the last month, but when you saw him that evening, you couldn't stand it. because of the loud music, you couldn't hear anything, so you grabbed his hand tightly and dragged him to the exit to the backyard.

“what the fuck are you doing!?” he was screaming and trying to take your hand off his forearm. finally going out into the fresh air, you let go of his hand, turned around and shouted “what the fuck AM I doing? no fuck i should ask you about this! do you seriously think that after a few years of our friendship, it's okay to just cut me out of your life like this? without explaining absolutely anything and without giving me the opportunity to even just talk to you” his eyes widened with anger, he came close to you, pressing you against the wall “explain WHAT? THAT I like fucking idiot love you almost from our first meeting? THAT all this time I could only dream about you? THAT I'm a fucking coward who didn't have the courage to tell you because I was afraid that you would stop communicating with me at all? THAT the day I finally decided to do it, I see you with mingi coming out of your house half naked? WHAT did I feel at that moment as my heart was being torn into thousands of pieces? THAT all this time I wished I could have confessed earlier? THAT missed my chance? WHAT THE FUCK OF THIS WAS I SUPPOSED TO EXPLAIN?”.

you were taken aback by his words, his face was literally pressed against yours and you felt his heavy breathing on your lips.you tried to say “junie... I'm not...” at the same moment, your lips merged in a passionate kiss, his hands pressed you closer by the waist, and yours pressed him even closer to you. unable to restrain yourself any longer, you hurriedly called a taxi and drove home to yeonjun. everything was familiar to you in this house and knocking down some of the objects on your way passionately kissing you went straight to the bedroom. carelessly falling on the bed, yeonjun leaned on you with all his weight, unbuttoning the zipper of your dress and kissing your neck and collarbones, leaving purple hickeys. throwing off your dresses, he began to suck and kiss your boobs, touching and sucking your nipples. leaving a wet trail of kisses on your stomach, he goes down and bites the inside of your thighs. he takes off your lace panties, bending painfully slowly, eyes shining in the lit light, making contact with yours and cares your folds with his tongue.

your body trembles under him when he eats you, his mouth feels everywhere, licks and sucks you where you want it most, as if he was born to give you pleasure. your moans echo around the room, sucking the clit feels unreal, with each immersion of his tongue in your hole, you whine and squirm until you reach your limit. your fingers tingle and twitch in his hair, warning of the approach of the culmination, but he does not stop, only works harder with his tongue. inserting your fingers inside, you feel overstimulation and cum. giving you a chance to catch your breath, yeonjun pulls back to take off his pants, seeing how hard he is, you stretch out your hand and smear the precum on his tip. “jun…i need you so bad”. he puts his palm to your cheek and gently kisses your lips, pressing his forehead to yours. making eye contact, you feel him put in you with a low moan coming from his throat. feelings from smeared kisses, stretching and slow but confident movements feel mind-blowing. your hands are squeezing his hair with all their strength when yeonjun starts to pick up speed, his eyebrows are frowning, heavy sighs and moans come out of his throat, and his hands are squeezing your waist and hips, pressing you as close as possible. he opens his eyes when you pull his hair sharply and almost cums at the sight of your face frozen with pleasure. you hold him to you and frantically whisper his name. the sensations get stronger every second and you cum for the second time in a night, your walls start to shrink around him, this puts him over the edge. you feel the warmth of his sperm spreading inside you, he kisses you on the corner of his lips, whispering “I love you” and lies down on your chest, trying to catch his breath, still staying inside you. your nails draw circles on his back and after a pause you say into the air, “I think I love you too...”

[a3risbaby]

patience is a virtue [m]

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 seventeen : lee seokmin x afab!reader (fem!pronouns)

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Seokmin considers himself a patient person, but lately, your busy work schedule has him wondering how long he can hold out. The answer, it seems, is not that long.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 smut (minors dni), fluff, established relationship, a brief moment of embarrassment, pillow humping/male masturbation, video mention, no plot (sorry), leaving everyone involved on a cliffhanger/abrupt ending, cross-posted on ao3 | 1.4k words

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 the way this idea has been weighing on my mind lately...something about seokmin's surprised reactions makes me want to tease him, and y/n got caught in the crossfire

The apartment is empty. That's the first thing you notice as you kick your shoes off at the door. Seokmin is still home, though—his shoes are all accounted for, and his keys still rest in the bowl by the door. You toss your keys in beside his, the metal loud against ceramic.

You trod inside. The living room TV is paused on some Netflix show, probably the one he was talking about yesterday, and in the center of the room, a pile of unfolded laundry sits next to an upturned basket. You pick up a fallen throw pillow and toss it back onto the couch before calling out Seokmin's name hesitantly. He's not in the kitchen either. Your home feels strangely frozen in time.

You rummage around the pantry for a snack, noting that everything's been restocked and put away nicely, and you should really thank Seokmin for taking care of your home while you've been busy. You've done your share of the chores, of course: taking out the trash, sweeping every other day, doing the dishes after he cooks. But with you going all-in on your latest team project, you can confidently say that your boyfriend is the only reason your home still feels like a home and not somewhere you rest your eyes for a few hours a day. Case in point, you open the fridge to find a wrapped sandwich with your name and a heart on a note.

Cute, you smile to yourself and put the sandwich on the kitchen counter for later. Comfortable pajamas come first. In fact, it's all you've been thinking about since you started driving home—comfy clothes, warm food, and a funny show to wrap up your afternoon. Hopefully snuggled into Seokmin's side all the while.

You perk up when you notice the cracked bedroom door.

"Hey, Seok, did you want to watch—"

You can't help the gasp that escapes you, hand flying from the handle to cover your mouth. Seokmin's head whips around to look at you over his shoulder, expression a mix of surprise, embarrassment, and horror.

"What are you doing home right now?" he screeches, scrambling to cover himself with the blanket. Your eyes fly around the room, taking in the pants on the floor, the boxers pooled around his exposed ankles, and the stack of pillows on the bed. You're still reeling from the after-image of him humping them, lip caught between his teeth. "I thought you were working until dinnertime!"

"I got off work early! I texted you," you say, gesturing to the nightstand where his phone sits charging, "but I guess you were, um, busy?"

You stare at him, and he stares back. The silence is mortifying, but now that the blood rushing in your ears has subsided, you finally hear the faint noise coming from his phone.

"Is that...me?" you ask, gaping at the whimpering gasps that sound familiar. It's the video you recorded for him to use on a business trip last month. While you thought the file was a sexy gift when you sent it, hearing you chase your orgasm in the middle of the afternoon has you wanting to sink into the ground.

"Yeah, it is. I mean, I'm allowed to use it, right?" he squeaks, face still flushed. "I thought I could. I've been using it since I got it. M'sorry if I wasn't supposed to?"

"No, no, you're definitely allowed to. I'm just..." You bark a laugh, fanning yourself with a hand. "Sorry! I don't know why I'm like this right now. We do this sort of thing all the time. It just caught me off guard. Did you want me to leave so you can finish?" you ask, choking on the last word.

"You can, if you want, but if you're free, um," he hesitates, fingers picking at the blanket over his bulge, "it'd be nice if you could stay?"

Right then, the video approaches its end, and you hear yourself cum with a loud, breathy moan that has your ears burning. If you weren't watching Seokmin with rapt attention, you would've missed the shiver that he tries to tamper down.

You swallow, and he traces that action down the column of your throat, gaze flicking down the rest of your body with appreciation. You could drown in his wide-blown pupils.

You find yourself saying, "I'll stay."

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.

.

Seokmin considers himself very lucky to have such an attractive partner, even if you get shy and swat his arm whenever he reminds himself of it aloud, but these days, with your busy work schedule, it feels like a curse in disguise. He's been patient for a long time now, knowing that you come home exhausted every evening and that you spend all your free time trying to get ahead with work. Just a little more, you murmur to your reflection as you get ready in the morning, and he wishes that he could do something to take the load off your shoulders.

So in addition to taking up more of the housework, he tries not to bother you with his needs, making do with cold showers and his hand and that blessed video...until today.

He spent all morning working himself up, thinking that he'd have the whole afternoon to get himself off, but the universe must be tired of giving him lucky breaks because the day he caves and decides to try something new is the same day you come home early.

Or maybe this is a favorable turn of events?

He cards a hand through his hair. Now that the jump scare is over and his heart is beating properly again, he remembers the predicament he's in, dick still hard. You walk closer and perch on the edge of the bed, keeping your eyes firmly on his face.

"Can you show me what you were doing earlier?" you ask lowly, unbuttoning the top of your dress shirt.

Oh, when you ask like that, he'll do anything you want. As you reach over to silence his phone—no need for the video when the real thing is right here—he settle back over the pillows. Bracing himself on his forearms, he lightly drags his tip across the wet stain he left earlier, hissing at the friction of a few shallow thrusts.

"Look at the mess you're making," you murmur, gaze heavy. His cock is throbbing. "Baby, is that enough for you?"

"No," he whimpers. He folds the pillow over, tightening it with one hand as he thrusts deeper. He draws his lip between his teeth. "S'not tight enough. A-ah, want it to be you."

Seokmin keeps going, eyes focused on the way the pillow swallows him whole, heart stuttering as he thinks of burying himself in you. You're always so receptive to his pace, always so sensitive to his touch. He loves the way your legs would curl around his waist as he pushes into you, your insides fluttering as you adjusted to his size. The pillow is plush, but it's not you.

His thoughts splinter when you sigh, and when he looks up, he can't help the guttural Fuck that tumbles from his mouth. Your shirt is completely unbuttoned, your pencil skirt is bunched around your hips, and your panties—the baby blue lace set, he feels like he's won the lottery—barely conceal anything. He can't believe you wore those in public.

His hands come up to grab your thighs, but you tsk, pushing your toes into his shoulders, and he freezes in place.

"You asked me to stay," you remind him. "You didn't ask to touch."

This is pure torture. Your hold on him is feather light, but he's straining against the ropes of self control.

"Please. Just a taste, baby, I'll make you feel good," he says, words coming out in a rush. He's on the verge of whining, but he doesn't care. He can see your arousal, can smell it heavy in the air, and his cock twitches in anticipation despite the shake of your head. "I promise, I promise it'll feel so good. Let me use my tongue on you."

He tilts his head and rests a cheek on your ankle, trying to implore you with warm eyes. You pretend to consider it, drawing out your thoughtful hum until seconds feel like hours. Then you shimmy out of your underwear, and that's all the confirmation he needs.

[bcacstuff]

Are you certain Sam doesn’t have a house in LA. In the newest article in departures magazine it was mentioned he has a house in LA despite he’s not sold on the city. Is it not reliable information? A known blogger keeps saying her sources told her Sam purchased a house back in 2019 and now she’s being like “you see I was right about him having a place this entire time” it has been confirmed by Sam himself.

Sigh... deep sigh... Yes I am certain. Sam does not, I repeat, not, for the people in the back, Sam does not own a house in LA.

I don't know what he told that editor of Departures or if she misinterpreted it, but he doesn't own a house in LA.

And most certainly not since 2019 like that known blogger claims without any proof or evidence. She is not right, she had it wrong all the time. And yes, I sat on my hands, I'm so tired sounding like a broken record. I provided all the proof already so often. Since May 2022 I posted and revealed the house, not the exact address. Please look it up.

And no, the house was NOT purchased by the GGC/MPC in 2021. The owners of the house, and I have looked it up, and checked it multiple times since then, are AN and his (ex) wife. It's documented. You can look it up. Here's the screenshot:

The house was bought end of July 2020, here are screenshots of 2 different sites:

Sam has always stayed either at Shutters for short stays or at airbnb's prior. Just look it up, find the Youtube video of the podcast with Cask Chaser September 2021

airbnb in Malibu, he even mentions it in the video. Also mentioned is how he had not the whisky samples (and candy) at the airbnb. They turned up a little later in a story.... at the HH house

And while the house is often used as filming location for MPC videos and promo for the booze.... it isn't solely used for that (as this known blogger claims).... remember the tv set, and the bracelet he wore under it?

That's the bedroom. Now why would he sit in AN's house in the bedroom watching telly to show how his movie is number 3 on Netflix? Tell me.... and if you're not convinced it is the bed room, look that video up of AN after Valbo stayed there as well not so long ago.

And this was his airbnb in 2020, remember, when he was 'brought to America' for many commitments...?

Remember these pics?

airbnb in Venice

He even leaves nice reviews to the owners of the airbnb like this one in 2019

and an answer of the host in 2021 (note the owner is in Santa Monica, the airbnb is in 2021 in Malibu)

And yes, that Sam is SH, as confirmed by pics of the airbnb he posted himself or showed like in the interview.

Now tell me that's smoke and mirrors, he's writing a review for his own place? Yeah, why he stayed at different places as well? Or was that also just for promo. And btw. the review can only be seen when logged in at the airbnb site.

And yes, the final piece is right there in the book. He stayed at his friend/business partners house in the HH. Why would he stay there having a miserable Christmas, with an injured knee and all. If you know the house, there huge stair to enter the house, many steps... right of course he would stay there and leave his 'own property' empty, or whatever.... doesn't make sense....

So there is that. All the people claiming other things, show me the evidence please. I showed you the evidence. I love a good challenge, but for the love of us all... don't start your sentence with maybe and come up with all kind of scenarios where you have not one shred of evidence or proof of concept. I'm just at the point that I don't care for it anymore. Believe what you want, for me there is more than enough evidence to be convinced of my believes.

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 87- Wild N Out

Chapter Summary: Jennie guest stars on the show Wild N' Out with Angelina. Matt Rife tries to shoot his shot with Jennie while he has been in her DMs for weeks.

Words: 8,000+

Author's Note: Wild N Out is one of my favorite shows! If you aren't familiar with it, I highly recommend watching YouTube videos about the show. They have their own channel and have tons of videos for you to get an idea of the different games and banter they have.

This is one of my favorite chapters! It was so fun to write and edit!

If you are easily offended or aren't that into jokes, perhaps this show and chapter are not for you and you are welcome to skip it.

I used some of the lines from the Wild N Out YouTube videos I've been watching to add to the chapter. So I hope you like it! I liked the build up for this. It started tame and then got crazier.

-------- "Your hair~! Finally, she has dyed her hair! You give Justina Valentine a run for her money," Angelina giggled and pulled Jennie in for a tight embrace.

Jennie flew to LA to join Angelina and stay with her for a little while before they flew to Georgia for their Wild N Out recording.

"Haha, thanks sis! I still need to hide my hair from the public. So human hair wigs it is,"

"I'll help you put it on,"

"Jennie! You're here! I've missed you!" Angelina's little brother, Tyrone, pushed Angelina away and went to hug her.

"Rude!" Angelina complained.

Jen laughed. "I'm happy to see you. You're getting taller,"

"I know! I'll be taller than you one day," he grinned.

"I see it,"

"And for the record, she has a boyfriend. So stop drooling," Angelina called him out.

"Still? Aw, when are you gonna break up with him?" he whined, causing Jennie to giggle.

"Dummy, she is not breaking up with him! Nobody is ruining our OTP! Now if you don't mind, we need to catch up, so leave us be,"

"Can you play video games with me later, Jennie?" he ignored his sister who looked offended by that.

"Sure," she beamed. "I'll play some games with you, later on,"

"It's a date!"

"Oh Lord..." Angelina rolled her eyes and grabbed Jennie to drag her to her room.

She shut the door and locked it so her brother wouldn't barge in. Laying on the bed, Jennie joined her and they began to catch up.

"Soooooo, how are the boys? They surviving well without you?" Angelina asked.

"From what I heard, not really. They're struggling a bit," Jen laughed. "But they're doing all right. Just working on the comeback. With Yoongi, Agust D is a huge success. I'm so proud of him,"

"I heard! He has BARS! A to the G to the U to the STD! That song is hot! I heard you played the guitar for a couple of his songs,"

Jen stared at her in surprise. "You noticed?"

"You have a unique sound. It's easy to tell it's you because of how you play. I think it's amazing you're doing that. The boy always has such a soft spot for you. It's so cute,"

"That is true. Namjoon is working pretty hard on the album. A lot is on his plate,"

"Yeah, he told me and kept apologizing for not having much time to talk with me. But it's cool. I get that way when I'm working on new music,"

"To tell you the truth, he's pretty stressed. And so am I. I keep thinking about my song. I just don't think it's going to be well received. Part of me wants to change it but they're not going to do that, everything is set in stone,"

Angelina playfully nudged her shoulder. "I'm sure you'll be fine. You'll be singing your truth and how you feel. Don't even worry about it or pay attention to any negativity. Focus on performing it when you guys go on tour,"

"Speaking of our tour when it's announced, I hope we get to go to more American dates. Big Hit is underestimating how many people around the world want to see us. K-Pop is getting more attention as the years go by. We need a real-world tour this time. Not just Asia, a few places in Europe, and so on. I want to go everywhere and perform with BTS. So, how is life with you?"

"I've been just doing more shows on TV as a guest star and doing collaborations. Also working on the new music. Things are getting there."

"You excited for Wild N' Out, soon?"

"Oh, you know it! I am always~ on that show! Are you excited? You get to have a chance of getting a belt! I'll have you know I won the belt quite a few times,"

"I expect nothing less from you. And yeah, I am excited, too. I'm not much of a rapper although I'm still learning from Yoongi but I hope I can spit a few bars to win some points,"

"You'll do fine. It'll come naturally. I hope they don't roast you too much. Expect them to come after the boys, though,"

"Mentally preparing. I will defend Bangtan's honor. It'll be a fun experience,"

"I really wish I was a part of the cast," Angelina sighed at the idea.

She had been a fan for years and always felt like she could be a great cast member of the show. She nailed it when it came to the games with her quick wit.

"To be a part of the show, ugh that would be awesome. I love the show so much. I feel so...at home there," she went on.

"Have you thought about asking Nick?" Jennie asked as she pondered about Nick Cannon.

"What? No way. I feel like that'll be too...forward. I mean I like being a guest on the show, so it's all right. And like Justina, she is so damn good at what she does on the show. I feel like I can't compare."

"Angelina, you'd be a great addition. Talk to him,"

"Ah...you flatter me. It's all right, just forget about it, okay? Anyway, let's watch a movie. I'm feeling Waiting To Exhale. What do you think?"

"Yeah, let's watch it. I'll make the popcorn,"

Jennie made a mental note to talk with Nick. Maybe she can help her. Angelina was stubborn and too modest about these things. But Jen could give her that extra push.

As Jennie and Angelina watched the movie, they laughed at the awkward sex scene.

"Grr?" Jen laughed. "Oh my gosh..."

"I hate men who do that. It's so weird. Why you so extra with it?" Angelina cringed. "And what's even more embarrassing is that she ain't even enjoying it,"

"Have you had a bad lay?"

"Oh hell yeah! Oh my God, there's this one guy I met at an after-party of an award show, right? Way before Namjoon. He was flirting it up, saying all the right things. He was talking all this mad shit about him having girls not walk the next day, right? This man lasted like 30 seconds and fell asleep. I was so mad. I pushed him off the bed and cussed his ass out for tryna play me,"

"Yikes~! That's uh..."

"I know! I feel like the guys who don't talk much about their skills are the best ones because they know how to put it down. And a lot of these guys I've encountered like to brag about their size but don't know what the heck to do with it. All talk, no action. It's annoying,"

"Damn..."

"But don't you worry. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to that,"

"You have a favorite part when it comes to that?"

"If anything, I would say that pillow talk is the best part for me after everything is done. You'll love it." Angelina said enthusiastically. "I feel like you and Jungkook will just be vibing and enjoying each other's company after that special moment. Watch you two be talking about video games and then end up playing some video games afterward,"

"I mean, it could happen. I see it," she giggled.

"Is Jungkook a cuddler with you?"

"Yeah, all the time,"

"That'll be the best, having you in his arms. You'll see. I usually leave after doing it but with Namjoon, it's so different. I like listening to him. I can listen to him talk for hours. We go into some deep conversations, too. He's so smart,"

"That he is, sis,"

As they continued to watch the film, they watched as Angela Bassett's character put all of her husband's items on fire. Jen was shocked at how real the scene looked as her character yelled and cussed about him.

She shook her head. "He took all the money and left her with the kids. Ridiculous. Divorcing her for that white woman,"

"I know, ain't it screwed up? Men really ain't shit. Wasted all those years of marriage to end up like this? I'd be so mad." Angelina added.

"You and I both,"

And once the office scene between Angela's character and her husband came about, Jen continued to be speechless at how they shouted at each other.

"Man, I'm amazed at how much rage you can have when someone cheats on you,"

"Can you imagine?"

"I can't even imagine it. And I never want to."

As the movie went on, Angelina chuckled after thinking about Matt Rife, "So...Matt really all in your DMs?"

"Yes! Oh my gosh. And he comments on a lot of my stuff, too. I replied to tell him I wasn't interested but he's still trying to spit game and I've been ignoring the messages. Did you see he's following some of my fan accounts?"

"Wow~! How do you think it'll be on the show?"

"I'm hoping it won't be too bad and that he learned his mistakes from Zendaya,"

"We'll see, sis. He wants you bad,"

"I'll let him down gently,"

"Well, if he gets too much, then make sure you embarrass his ass on TV,"

When the movie was over, Jennie spoke, "Hey, you know how I have occasionally talked about wanting a tattoo? I want to get one before I go back to Korea. Big Hit gave me the okay. I want to get the friendship tattoos with you,"

"Oooh! Let's do it. You still have the idea you showed me on your phone, right?"

"Uh huh. We just need to figure out where we want to get the tats,"

Angelina took out her laptop. "Let's research!"

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For the Wild N' Out taping, Nick Cannon had excitedly opened up the show and shouted out DJ D-Wrek and the Wild N' Out girls.

"There are two teams battling head to head to see whose the funniest. And usually, it's my team cause I be cheating. I'm just gonna put it out there like that," Nick joked. "And I changed it up this season. We doing it bigger and better. I want y'all to make some noise for my new squad! It's the Gold squad!"

For this episode, the Gold Squad consisted of DC Young Fly, Becky Robinson, Darren Brand, Emmanuel, Karlous Miller, and Matt Rife.

"And we have a very special guest. She is the reoccurring champion here on Wild N' Out, one of the youngest and most successful up and coming rappers today, and can kick your ass if you cross her, give it up for my girl, Angelina~!"

Angelina walked out excitedly, wearing a Gold Squad hoodie, and gave Nick a big hug.

"How you feel!?" he asked.

"Elated man, elated! This my happy place, I love it here!" she beamed, earning loud cheers.

"It's good to have you back. You ready to get down, today?"

"Hell yeah, always,"

"All right, that's what I like to hear!" he replied as she went over to her team. "I can't even front, we got a little bit of competition this episode. It goes down. Y'all make some noise for the team with the dream, it's Platinum!"

The Platinum Squad walked out consisting of Timothy DeLaGhetto, Justina Valentine, Chico Bean, Hitman Holla, Conceited, and Charlie Chips. Nick then proceeded to announce Desiigner as one of the co-captains of the team. 

After shouting him out, he went to announce Jennie. "Now we have another special guest here to represent the Platinum Squad as the co-captain. Someone here to try to take my belt. Not only is she singing in Korean but she is also sticking to her roots and bringing it down in the K-Pop scene! Y'all make some noise for my girl Jennie~!"

Jennie walked out with a big smile, waving at the crowd as everyone cheered. She had on a curly human haired wig that resembled her natural hair to hide the comeback color. Along with ripped jeans, she wore a cropped Wild N' Out platinum hoodie.

"Jennie, today you get a chance to take my belt, how you feeling? You ready?" Nick asked after embracing her.

"Born ready. Let's do this!" she said happily.

"Confident! I like that! Let's get to it then! Platinum squad y'all make some noise for your team captains over here!"

As things settled down, Nick went on to announce the first game. "This is a classic game we like to call Let Me Holla. It's real simple. We bring a Wild N Out girl to the stage, and each cast member gets the opportunity to holla at her. Now if it's funny, it gets a bell. If it's not funny, it gets a buzzer. The team with the most bells wins. Y'all know how we do. Y'all ready? Let's wil' out,"

Once the Wild N Out girl arrived on the stage, Darren Brand suddenly made a dive over to her, sliding on the floor. He then got back to his feet.

"I just slid in yo' DMs," he said, making everyone laugh.

DING

Gold Team- 1 Point

Platinum Team- 0 Points

Next up was Conceited and Hitman Holla to represent the Platinum team as they approached the Wild N Out girl.

"'ight watch this. What's up, baby?" Hitman Holla greeted her with a charming smile, making her giggle. "You remind me of the 20 letters of the alphabet,"

"There's fuckin' 26 letters of the alphabet," Conceited called him out, making everyone laugh.

"Silly me. How could I forget that U, R, A, C, T," he flirted as everyone cheered.

"Okay, that was smooth," Jennie said, impressed with his game.

"No, no, hell no, that's only 25!" Conceited brought up to DJ D-Wrek. "He still missing one! He can't count!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Silly me," Hitman Holla apologized before moving in close to the girl. "You can get that D later,"

That statement caused the crowd to go wild along with the cast members who were shooked.

DING

Gold Team- 1 Point

Platinum Team- 1 Point

DC YoungFly strolled over to the girl next.

"Come here shawty," he called out but she didn't budge. "Oh, she tryna play hard to get. Come here shawty. Bring that ass here, girl!"

DING

Gold Team- 2 Points

Platinum Team- 1 Point

Chico Bean pretended that he was ordering something. "Let me get a number two...one three and the rest of them digits,"

The girl didn't seem too impressed and neither did the crowd and he was met with a buzzer.

Angelina casually wandered over to the girl with a smile. "What's up, baby?"

"What's up?" she smiled.

"Now, if I wasn't buying this drink, would you still check me out?" she revealed a can of lime-a-rita which made the girl laugh.

DING

Gold Team- 3 Points

Platinum Team- 1 Point

'Okay, I think I got one,' Jennie thought and stood up, walking over to the girl.

For this, she pretended to look disappointed. She let out a sigh and rubbed the back of her neck.

"Man...I'm so bummed," she said.

"Why is that?" the Wild N Out girl asked.

"I wish we could go to the movies together. But they don't allow snacks in," she replied as she was met with giggles and cheers from the crowd.

DING

Gold Team- 3 Points

Platinum Team- 2 Points

Matt Rife chuckled softly at her pickup line as he gazed at her.

'Man, you are cute...' he thought to himself.

Ever since she walked on the stage, his eyes were on her. He was definitely getting distracted.

With Jennie, she felt that someone was watching her and glanced over to catch Matt staring. He quickly looked away, trying not to make it obvious but she knew what he was doing.

And so it begins.

The question on her mind was, what was he going to do?

As the game progressed, the teams went on to give out the smoothest pickup lines, with Platinum and Gold being tied at five points. Matt Rife approached the stage and the crowd cheered for him, anticipating what he was going to say.

"Wow. You are beautiful," he complimented the girl. "Now, as much as I would like to shoot my shot at you, there is someone else in this room that I've had my eye on for a while now and I want to holla at her instead,"

The crowd and cast got hyped up, anticipating his plan once Matt turned around and put his attention on Jennie.

"Ohhh shit!" Desiigner yelled as Jen's stomach dropped.

"Oh, word!?" Nick shouted.

"Wait! Wait! This is against the rules!" Conceited complained. "It's supposed to be the Wild N' Out girl! Not our co-captain! Leave her alone!"

"Give him a chance!" DC Young Fly defended him.

"He gon' embarrass himself! Zendaya 2.0" Hitman Holla claimed as that made the crowd laugh more.

"No, he not!" Darren Brand spoke.

"Yeah, so chill! I want to see this!" Emmanuel replied, hushing everybody.

Matt had made it very clear ever since Jen was announced to be on the show, that he was quite fond of her and wanted to shoot his shot. He had to at least try to flirt with her. He also wanted to redeem himself from the whole Zendaya fiasco.

"Um, are you serious?" Angelina complained. "She is wayyy out of your league,"

"Aye! You're supposed to be on his side, we're a team," Nick pointed out.

"Here he go," Justina Valentine chuckled while Matt's team cheered him on.

Jen felt her face flush at the commotion. She wasn't expecting to be put on the spot this soon. It was only the first game!

After the commotion died down, Matt went up to Jennie and gently grabbed her hand. He watched as she stood up to face him. His gaze on her grew more intense as he gave her a charming smile.

Yeah, Matt is a handsome guy. But in Jennie's eyes, no one could compare to her man, Jungkook.

"Jennifer Walker...wow..." he checked her out. "Damn, you look so beautiful today,"

She smiled politely as he released her hand. "Thank you,"

"I watched American Hustle Life. I heard you're into older guys,"

Ah, he must have watched the clips of her gushing over Tony.

"I have said that, yes,"

"Now, I'm single and I'm a few years older than you so that's a check off your list. And I hear you have this thing called an ideal type...you talked about what you want in a man,"

"I have," she agreed, surprised at how much research he put into this.

"All your reasons are valid. And I fit the description. But I couldn't help but wonder about your ideal type in a more physical way. I bet you want a man that has experience. Somebody that knows exactly..." he leaned in close. "...what he's doing and how to take care of a queen like you. Somebody that can handle all that. I'm that man,"

His statement caused the crowd and both teams to go wild. So much commotion surrounded Jennie as she processed what he had said. She became amused at his bold statement and maintained eye contact. He was not going to fluster her. No way. 

Oh, how she wanted so badly to say she had a boyfriend on National Television. But she refrained and decided for this game to let Matt have his fun. She'll think of something to embarrass and shut him down in one of the next games. This won't be the last of the flirting.

'Ooooooo he about to die~,' Angelina thought with amusement, thinking about what Jungkook and the rest of Bangtan were going to think of this when this aired.

This was getting juicy. She thought about Jungkook's reaction, how Jennie was going to handle Matt during the show, and if Matt was going to flirt more later on. She decided to let nature take its course and not get involved. Since the Amity days, Angelina would always come to her aid in situations. But over the years, she has seen Jennie hold her own and was interested to see how she was going to handle this Matt situation during the recording. If she could have some popcorn to go with this entertainment, she would as she watched Jennie laugh softly and gently push Matt away since he got a little too close.

He took a few steps back from her light push and asked, "You don't have a boyfriend, do you?"

"And if I do?" Jennie replied smoothly.

"If you do?" he ran a hand through his hair, "Well, I can confidently say that he won't be your boyfriend for long,"

'HA! He is so thirsty! How delusional can you be!?' Angelina thought as she snorted at his response.

Jen couldn't help but chuckle at that. He really thought he had a chance? If he thought she was going to leave Jungkook for him, he was sadly mistaken.

"And what makes you so confident?" she asked.

"You may not hear a lot about the girls I've had and I may not have as many as some of these guys on stage but just know my satisfaction rate is higher. And you can find all that out later if you let me have your number," he offered with a soft smirk.

The crowd hollered at his words and a series of dings were heard.

"Yes! That is what I'm talking about!" Darren Brand praised with Nick.

Once Matt heard the bell for his team, he smiled victoriously and grabbed her hand to give it a soft kiss. Releasing her hand, he sent her a wink and went back to his team, high fiving Nick and some of the other cast members.

'Celebrate while you can Matt. This is far from over,' Angelina thought to herself as she anticipated what Jennie was going to do.

"DJ D-Wrek! Who won that?" Nick asked.

"Gold team got the most bells," he announced as the Gold team celebrated.

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"For this next one is a classic game I like to call talking spit. You know how it go. We gon' have some Wild N' Out girls bring out chairs, some water, and some buckets out here. Myself and Miss Jennie are gonna sit down in chairs, fill our mouths with water and each team member is going to get the opportunity to make us laugh so hard that we spit our water out. The team that makes you spit the most, wins the game! Real easy! Y'all ready? Jennie, come on up here, please,"

Jennie smiled and got up from sitting with her team. Taking a seat across Nick, she sipped some water, holding it in her mouth. All she had to do was try not to laugh that much. Hopefully, she can win for her team this time. She wanted that belt.

"Gold squad wil' out!" DJ D-Wrek announced.

Angelina decided to go first, smiling mischievously at her best friend. Jen knew what was up and narrowed her eyes.

"Yo, Jen, I ain't even gonna hold you...I may need to steal a few of them smart-"

Quickly spitting out her water, she shouted, "Hell no!" which made everyone laugh.

DING

"Ha-ha~! Works every time!" Angelina said victoriously.

"It's on sight after the show," Jen added and was answered by Angelina sticking her tongue out at her.

Gold team 1 Point

Platinum team 0 Points

Chico Bean stood behind Jennie and began to make an improv song, dancing while she joined in, dancing in her seat, "A wha-a wha-a wha-a wha. I said I'm chico bean, yeah you heard what I said. Me and Jennie both got some big ass heads!"

She chuckled as she threw her head back, keeping the water in.

"...yeah you know what it is. No, I ain't gonna stunt, mine big in the back, hers big in the front," he went on as Nick was struggling to keep the water in. "Hey, uh, water wet wet and when we put our shirt on we make the neck stretch. I say uh, hey, the water wet wet and when we put the shirt on we make the neck stretch!"

Once DC Young Fly jumped in to do the shoot dance, Nick couldn't help but spit out his water and laugh. Jennie high fived Chico Bean for getting the team the point.

DING

Gold team 1 Point

Platinum team 1 Point

Emmanuel stood behind Nick and waved at Jennie. She politely waved back and listened eagerly to what he had to say.

"I've been thinking about this. This is all curiosity. I've seen some photos and I want to know what you think," he went on as she watched him curiously at what he was getting at.

He took out a printed photo of the BTS members and their "coconut" haircuts. "I don't know how you do it, Jennie. Do you ever just stare at BTS and be like, damn! What is with them and that yee yee coconut ass haircuts they got on?" he said, causing her to immediately spit out her water, turning to the side.

Nick spat out his too while she covered her mouth, laughing wholeheartedly.

DING

"Why he do them like that?" Angelina asked, cracking up with the rest of the cast members.

Gold Team 2 Points

Platinum Team 2 Points

After wiping her mouth with a Wild N' Out towel, Jen put more water in her mouth as Tim DeLaGhetto went up to get Nick to laugh.

"Nick, when I listen to a Nick Cannon album it gives me a special feeling y'know," Tim began. "Like when you wake up feeling good, right? You get in the shower you all fresh, you feelin' nice. And then you gotta take a shit right after?"

The audience laughed while Nick spat out the water.

DING

Gold Team 2 Points

Platinum Team 3 Points

DC YoungFly walked up behind Nick and pointed at her.

"I will make you laugh, little girl!" he said, making her smile in amusement.

The two battled in a stare down for a moment as everyone watched in anticipation.

"FIRE~!" he suddenly shouted, making her widen her eyes. "FIRE~! FI-RRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE~!"

As she heard him sing Bangtan's song, she struggled to keep the water in her mouth.

"You didn't spit, yet? Man! That's the only lyric I know. It seemed to be working so FI-RRRRRRREEEEEEEEE~!"

Thinking on his feet, he thought of the other English that he heard from the song. "Everybody say LA-LA-LA-LA-LA! Say LA-LA-LA-LA-LA! I do-ont know the rest of thee-ee woor-oor-oor-ords!" he said on beat for Jimin's part.

Nick pointed at Jennie and it looked like she was about to spit as she covered her mouth, leaning forward. He stomped his feet at a rapid rate while pointing as he stood up. But in the end, they both kept the water in their mouths.

Charlie Chips stood behind her next.

"Keep the water in your mouth if you think Angelina is real..." he said to Nick as Nick nodded and kept the water in his mouth. "Keep the water in your mouth if you think Justina is real...Okay, come over here," he asked for the Wild N' Out girl, Teresa Top Notch, to join him on stage.

"Keep the water in your mouth if you think everything about this is real." he went on, gesturing to Teresa, as Nick continued to do so.

Jennie watched as Teresa spun around and posed, looking as beautiful as ever.

"You see Nick? This is my whole thing," Charlie ended up snatching the wig off Teresa once she began walking away.

She was left in her wig cap which caused Nick to spit out his water and run out of his seat while loud laughter and screams surrounded Jennie.

DING

Gold Team 2 Points

Platinum Team 4 Points

Jennie covered her mouth, laughing while Teresa started to playfully hit Charlie. Miss Bangtan was glad she didn't get her wig snatched off. That would have been disastrous since she was trying to hide her new hair color for the comeback.

"You shut up! Sit down! It ain't funny!" Teresa laughed and pointed at Nick to get back in his seat.

"Wow...I was not expecting that," Nick said on the mic once he got back in his seat.

As the game continued, both teams were tied up yet again, and this time with Gold catching up to the Platinum team, 4 to 4. 

Matt Rife took the stage and stood behind Nick. Everybody was wondering what he was going to do after the stunt he pulled on Let Me Holla. Anything could happen.

"Now this is a win/win situation for me. So, it's all up to you on how you want to do this, baby girl," he announced, making her confused.

PAUSE!

One, did he call her the nickname Jungkook likes to call her?

And two, what the hell did he mean by win/win situation?

Jennie raised an eyebrow while Angelina began freaking out in her head that Matt called her baby girl.

"If you want me to kiss you, keep that water in your mouth," Matt requested.

Jennie snorted in amusement while making an effort to keep the water in her mouth. Meanwhile, the audience and cast were shooked at his boldness and started freaking out.

"Kiss who?!" Conceited shouted.

"Kiss where!?" Chico Bean added.

"Not this again!" Karlous Miller laughed.

"Matt really got some balls today, huh?" Desiigner laughed.

"She has a choice! If she keeps the water in her mouth, that'll let me know she wants me to kiss her and I'll kiss her," Matt explained. "Spit it out, well then that's one extra point for my team. Like I said. Win. Win,"

Angelina covered her mouth. She mentally saw Matt's grave get dug deeper. She already thought about Jungkook wanting to beat his ass when he watches this episode. Oh gosh, Jungkook. When this episode dropped, she wanted to get all the tea on Bangtan's reactions.

Jennie continued to process what was happening. She felt like Matt was bluffing. There was no way in the world. Not after Zendaya. Another thing was she wanted to win. She did not want to lose this game. Her eyes were on that belt. To take it back to Big Hit and place it in her studio. 

She watched him as he began to walk over to her while the crowd was cheering in anticipation.

"Jennie, spit out that water!" DC Young Fly shouted. "Spit it out, now!"

"Spit it out!" Becky Robinson joined in.

"No~! Hold that water in! We need the point!" Charlie Chips said.

"Hold that water in! Hold it! We need the point! We need the point! Take one for the team!" Tim yelled.

"You sure you want to kiss him, baby?" Justina asked her.

The constant yelling of the teams made the pressure in the situation rise as she continued to keep her water in.

"Don't do it! Resist!" Hitman Holla shouted. "This white boy is not going to win this game! Keep it in the mouth!"

Matt kneeled in front of Jennie. "Make a move, quickly. You gonna accept my kiss or spit that water out?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.

'So, this the game you playing? Bring it. Come closer...I dare you,' Jen thought, narrowing her eyes.

Angelina bit her lip in anxiousness as she watched the scene unfold.

'Girl, what are you about to do?' she thought.

As Matt inched closer to her face, puckering his lips, Jennie ended up slapping him in the face to block his advances. That caused Nick to spit out his water and laugh with the rest of the studio. 

When he got slapped, Matt stumbled to the floor and held his cheek in surprise.

"GIRL!" Angelina laughed out loud, holding her stomach. 

Miss Bangtan never ceased to surprise her. This was hilarious and a perfect reaction.

DING DING DING DING

"REJECTED~!" Platinum squad hollered and jumped up and down in excitement and laughter.

"Damn, can you slap me again? That was hot. Playing hard to get, I see," Matt laughed and got back up on his feet, rubbing the side of his face. 

Jennie looked taken aback by his reaction.

He...liked the slap?

She swallowed the water and spoke in Korean with a smile, saying that he was an idiot for trying that cheap stunt and she was going to punch him if he ever did that again.

"I dunno what she just said but it was hot," he replied with a chuckle.

"Y'all make some noise for our girl, Jennie! Thanks for being such a good sport!" Nick praised and went to high five her once the Platinum team won the game.

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"Y'all ready for the next game? It's a fun one, it's called Now You Wild Out. We gon' drop the beat, we gon' bring both teams up and DJ D-Wrek is gon' give us some topics and we wild out and improv about it right on the spot. The team with the most bells wins the game. Y'all ready? Gold team step up. Platinum step up. DJ D-Wrek drop the beat!" Nick announced as an instrumental of 50 Cent's In Da Club came on. "Uh! Come on y'all, uh! Now you wild out!"

"Your topic is going to court," DJ D-Wrek announced.

"Now you wild out!" everyone chanted.

In a whiny voice, Nick started, "I don't wanna go to jail, I don't wanna go to jail, I don't wanna go to jail, now you wild out!"

Pretending to get handcuffed, Chico Bean shouted, "You goin' to jail! You goin to jail! You goin' to jail! Now you wild out!"

"My lawyer's white! My lawyer's white! My lawyer's white! Now you wild out!"

"You bout to be in the cell! You bout to be in the cell! You bout to be in the cell! Now you wild out!"

Scared by his statement, Nick covered his butt and shouted, "Not with you! Not with you! Not with you! Now you wild out!"

"Pause! I'm going out!" Chico Bean quickly walked away, making everyone laugh. 

DING!

Gold Team 1 Point

Platinum Team 0 Points

"Your topic is the zoo!" DJ D-Wrek announced as Emmanuel and Hitman Holla went at it.

Playing the part, Emmanuel began to act like the animal as he announced, "I'm a monkey with it, I'm a monkey with it, I'm a monkey with it, now you wild out!"

"Well I'm a bird with it," Hitman Holla flapped his arms like they were wings. "I'm a bird with it, I'm a bird with it, now you wild out!"

"I'm a lion! I'm a lion! I'm a lion! Now you wild out!"

Hitman hesitated and that allowed the Gold team to get another point.

DING!

Gold Team 2 Points

Platinum Team 0 Points

"Your topic is the club," DJ D-Wrek announced as Angelina and Justina Valentine went up.

"I'm in VIP, I'm in VIP, I'm in VIP, now you wild out!" Justina said.

"I'm gettin' free drinks, gettin' free drinks, gettin' free drinks, now you wild out!" Angelina replied, pretending to be given drinks.

"I'm dancing on yo' man!" Justina got close to her, twerking. "...dancin' on your man, dancin' on your man, now you wild out!"

Thinking about Namjoon, Angelina replied, "And I'm beatin' your ass, beatin' your ass, beatin' your ass, now you wild out!"

Her statement made everyone laugh and she got the point for her team.

DING!

Gold Team 3 Points

Platinum Team 0 Points

"Your topic is being rich!" DJ D-Wrek announced as Tim and Darren went at it.

Kicking his feet up, Tim shouted, "Shine my shoes, bitch! Shine my shoes, bitch! Shine my shoes, bitch! Now you wild out!"

"You want a latte? You want a latte?" Darren pretended like he giving out drinks, "You want a latte? Now you wild out!"

"I'm Nick Cannon! I'm Nick Cannon! I'm Nick Cannon! Now you wild out!"

"I own this! I own this! I own this! Now you wild out!"

Tim fumbled his words and Gold received another point.

DING!

Gold Team 4 points

Platinum Team 0 Points

The Gold team was truly kicking some tail with their quick wit. Wanting to try to get a point, Jennie stepped up.

"Oh, Jennie? You want a shot at this?" Nick looked surprised as the crowd cheered.

"Yeah! I'll go!" she answered with a smile and danced to the beat.

"Oh, then it's my turn, now!" Matt stepped up.

"Oh, here he goes, about to get embarrassed again," Hitman Holla said, making everyone laugh. 

"I got this. I got this," Matt reassured everyone.

"Would you leave my girl, alone? She's not interested!" Angelina called out.

"Chill~. Don't be a cockblock,"

"She don't want you, dumbass,"

"Your topic is relationships," DJ D-Wrek announced.

"Now you wild out," the audience said while both teams danced to the beat again. "Now you wild out!"

Matt looked directly at Jennie with a flirty smile. "You into white boys? You into white boys? You into white boys? Now you wild out!"

Shrugging, Jen waved him away. "I am but not you, I am but not you, I am but not you, now you wild out!"

Her comment made everyone laugh wholeheartedly while Matt continued to remain persistent.

"Give me a chance!" he replied while his team backed him up by looking like they were begging her to say yes. "...give me a chance, give me a chance, now you wild out!"

Dancing to the beat, she remained unbothered. "No way, no way, no way, now you wild out!"

"You know you want this," he flexed his arms. "...you know you want this, you know you want this, now you wild out!"

Looking around confused with her team, she stated, "Who lied!? Who lied!? Who lied!? Now you wild out!" she pointed at him.

"I still smashed," he shrugged and jumped to the beat, causing the Gold team to look at him in surprise and get hyped. "...I still smashed, I still smashed, now you wild out!"

Thinking quickly on her feet, determined to not stutter, Jennie dropped it down low, balancing nicely as she moved her hips, knees, and ass up and down to the beat of the song, distracting him as both teams yelled. Laughter around the studio rose in volume when she spoke. "Was it in though? Was it in though? Was it in though? Now you wild out!"

"HEYYYYY, MISS WALKER!" Angelina shouted, loving her performance as she watched Jennie get back up, awaiting Matt's response.

Almost fumbling with his words, Matt managed to say, "M-my dick can definitely hit it right! And my tongue is better, my tongue is better, my tongue is better, now you wild out!"

Putting him out of his misery, Jennie grabbed onto Desiigner, letting him wrap an arm around her while she rocked to the beat with him. With Jungkook on her mind, she replied, "I've had better head, I've had better head, I've had better head, now you wild out!" 

As soon as she pulled that stunt, everyone freaked out, while Matt couldn't think of a comeback for it.

Angelina smiled proudly at her. 'That's my girl!'

DING!

Gold Team 4 Points

Platinum Team 1 Point

"Man! We had that!" Nick complained.

"So, I really can't get your number or something?" Matt whined to her.

"No, dumbass!" Angelina smacked him upside his head as the crowd laughed.

Desiigner high fived Jennie. "That was good! Good shit, good shit!"

Desiigner went on ahead to represent the team while DC Young Fly went up.

"Your topic is graduation," DJ D-Wrek announced as the energy in the room heightened with them both dancing.

"I fucked my teacher today!" Desiigner jumped on beat with his team following his movements. "I fucked my teacher today! I fucked my teacher today! Now you wild out!"

"You didn't make it!" DC pointed at him with his team. "You didn't make it! You didn't make it! Now you wild out!"

"I put my grrrrr on the desk! I slap my grrrrr on the desk! I slap my grrrrr on the desk, I slap my grrrr on the desk!"

Yelling and moving his body wildly, DC answered, "A KA-KA-KA-KA-KA-KA-KA! A KA-KA-KA-KA-KA-KA-KA! A KA-KA-KA-KA-KA-KA-KA! Now you wild out!"

Jennie laughed along with the entire studio. What the hell was going on?

Getting hyped like he was in the studio when making music, Desiigner began to do his one of signature adlibs with his team backing him up.

"EEEEEEYAAAA! KI KI AH! EEEEEEYAAAA! Now you wild out!"

Jennie loved that no one questioned it and went along with what those two were doing.

Moving his body vigorously with his team following him, DC shouted, "BOOP-BOP-BOP-BOP! BOOP-BOP-BOP-BOP! BOOP-BOP-BOP-BOP! Now you wild out!"

Determined, Desiigner crossed his arms. DC was speaking his language and he was not having it. He was going to win this battle.

Moving in rhythm, he responded, "Whoop-de-scoop, whoop-de-scoop, whoop-de-boop! Now you wild out!"

"You stupid! You stupid!" DC walked away, allowing the Platinum team to get the point although Gold had won the game.

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Their time on Wild N Out began to come to an end as they went on to the final round. Wildstyle. Jen had a blast and hoped that one day she could come back with better rhymes and play different games.

"We got Jennie and Desiigner holding it down for the Platinum squad while we got Angelina on the Gold squad, give it up! It's time for the bonus round and it's called the?" Nick announced.

"Wild-Style!" the audience shouted.

"Yep. Freestyle rapping here at Wild N' Out. We focus on them jokes so each punchline is one point added to your total score. So, the game can go either way. It's anybody's game, right now. Gold squad step up. Platinum squad step up. DJ D-Wrek, drop the beat!"

Once the beat started with both teams on stage, everyone moved to the beat while Nick encouraged the crowd to clap their hands.

"Uh. Clap your hands, y'all. Clap your hands, y'all. Yo, Miss Jennifer Walker, you a real big talker. After you left Amity, we forgot who you are. But don't worry, I'm sure Angelina can still make you a star,"

DING

Gold Team 1 Point

Platinum Team 0 Points

The crowd ooohed at his statement while Jennie kept her composure and let out a chuckle. When Angelina heard what he said, she widened her eyes.

He was not holding back today.

Nick continued. "You left one group so when you leavin' the other one? You tend to do that when you not having any fun."

DING!

Gold Team 2 Points

Platinum Team 0 Points

Speaking her mind, Jennie went off. "Coming for me you must have a death wish. Bangtan is charting, where you at on the charts, bitch?"

Loud hollers were heard around the studio while Nick was taken aback that she had that energy in her. The way she put emphasis on 'bitch' threw him off.

'Suga is creating a monster,' Angelina thought as she dropped her jaw, impressed by how she fought back.

DING!

Gold Team 2 Points

Platinum Team 1 Point

"I left for better opportunities, ones that SongStress couldn't give me," she went on. "I auditioned for something I love and Big Hit chose me,"

DING!

Gold Team 2 Points

Platinum Team 2 Points

"That's my girl! Tell em!" Justina praised with the rest of the Platinum squad.

"'ight. 'ight, excuse me, Miss Walker," Nick backed off and turned his attention to Desiigner, who stood next to her. "Yo Desiigner, you my man you know that what. But why every time you rap you sound like you bustin' a nut?"

DING!

Gold Team 3 Points

Platinum Team 2 Points

"I got the 44 hangin' from the baseline. Beat you like the iPhone 4 with no facetime," Desiigner dissed.

DING!

Gold Team 3 Points

Platinum Team 3 Points

Angelina stepped up. "Ayo Desiigner let me talk to you real quick. Look, your energy is great, it's really unrivaled but every song you sing need to come with subtitles. I mean I'm glad that you came to play but no one understands what the fuck you say,"

DING!

Gold Team 4 Points

Platinum Team 3 Points

Next up was Chico Bean and he called out Nick. "Ayo, this what y'all do not know. Nick makes three hundred thousand an episode. When he get the bread, he go and buy some clothes and spend the rest of the money on Amber Rose!"

DING!

Gold Team 4 Points

Platinum Team 4 Points

"Hey!" DC called Chico out after the laughter died down. "What you talkin' 'bout Nick! I don't like hearing that shit!"

"Yo head look like a microphone! I can't believe you got a scar on your face. You still live at yo' momma's place. And you ain't got no house of your own. Nick keep spendin' yo money on phones,"

"You talkin' bout owning a house. Listen that's funky! I know somethin' bout you! You stay with yo' aunties!"

DING!

Gold Team 5 Points

Platinum Team 4 Points

"Yeah, I stay with my auntie, fool! What you think I'm supposed to do!? Nick ain't paying us no damn cash! I'm out here on my ass!"

DING!

Gold Team 5 Points

Platinum Team 5 Points

"Karlous, how you doin?" Justina called him out. "You look like old dirty bastard. A little bit dirtier, less of a good rapper. They said you fly? Well, I don't wanna lie. You look like chlamydia personified,"

DING!

Gold Team 5 Points

Platinum Team 6 Points

"Hol' up. You betta get the white girl cause she already dead," Karlous responded. "She got the red hair but what about the head? Is it fly? Do you know?" he turned to one of his teammates.

"I don't know," Emmanuel answered.

"Is she freaky?" Karlous went on.

"I don't know,"

"Is she a hoe?"

"Maybe so!"

"Well, then you will never fuckin' know," Justina answered as the audience went wild.

Jennie laughed out loud and high fived Justina. She aspired to be so quick to turn the tables like that. She had some thick skin.

DING!

Gold Team 5 Points

Platinum Team 7 Points

Becky Robinson stepped up to represent the Gold team. "Jennie, sweetheart, get over here. Let me talk to you," she gestured to her as Jennie went back in front of her team. "Little miss high and mighty, the one that likes Nike. You say you can rap but I doubt that's likely."

DING!

Gold Team 6 Points

Platinum Team 7 Points

Jennie grabbed the mic and spoke, "Correction, it's Miss Bangtan and yeah I'm the girl that loves Nike. I'm rapping right now and the chance of you winning ain't likely,"

DING!

Gold Team 6 Points

Platinum Team 8 Points

"BTS, BTS, go back to them weird Asian boys. How the heck you go from Amity to trashier noise?" she questioned.

DING!

Gold Team 7 Points

Platinum Team 8 Points

"Whew~!" Nick spoke up, thinking that was the end of the face off while the crowd responded in surprise that she went there to talk about her group.

"Weird?! Weird Asian boys!? BITCH!" Tim called out, ready to get involved in the freestyle. "Jennie, you got this or do you want me to go?"

Jennie turned to Tim and smiled in reassurance, telling him she got this, and turned back to Becky. "Bitch, I'll go back to my amazing Asian boys after I win this belt. You got three seconds to get the hell out of my face before you get a welt. Trashier noise? Girl, be for real. Compared to you, our music brings more appeal. You wouldn't last a day in Bangtan's shoes, let's make that clear. Bangtan is selling out venues faster than your career."

Everyone cheered loudly at her response while Becky broke out in laughter and nodded. Jennie high fived Tim as he cheered her on.

DING!

Gold Team 7 Points

Platinum Team 9 Points

Now Jen had some unfinished business and turned her attention to Matt who was standing behind the Gold team, quiet as ever.

"Matt. Get over here," she called him out.

"Uh oh! Uh oh!" Nick hyped up the confrontation. "This gon' be good!"

Matt laughed and stood in front of her.

"Matt, your game is tired like Advil PM. I know I am desired but do me a favor and stop sliding in my DMs," she announced.

DING!

Matt nodded and spoke up, "Okay, I slid in your DMs but stop with the front. Stop being in denial with this reject Matt publicity stunt. I guarantee that after the show you'll be calling my phone. I meant what I said on Let Me Holla, so let me make your mind blown,"

DING!

Jen rolled her eyes. "Face it, just face it. You brainless, you brainless. You said your tongue is better but I think that's outrageous,"

"Outrageous? You know you want a demonstration! After that, you'll be asking for a bae-cation," he smiled confidently.

DING

"Cute. DJ D-Wrek, can you cut the beat, real quick?" she requested as a series of oohs were heard. 

Angelina placed a hand over her heart, in surprise. "Nani!?" she exclaimed.

Oh, he was done for. Jennie was getting mad. She could tell by the annoyance on her face.

"Hm. Okay..." Jen prepared her thoughts and looked directly at him. "Matt, get it through your thick skull that I don't want you. I am not Zendaya from Disney, I can punch the shit out of you," 

Angelina continued to have her hand placed over her heart as she stared at her best friend in astonishment. She had leaned back as her reaction was priceless and was about to become a new meme.

Out of nowhere, Jennie began to speak in Korean, which made Matt look at her in confusion. She had talked about what a joke he was and turned to the camera to give Bangtan a shoutout and that she would be back in Korea soon.

Switching back to her native tongue, she put him out of his misery once and for all. "You ain't the first, you ain't the last but just know you will not be the one to smash. You might as well give up just like the others. All hot and bothered cause you can't get me under the covers. You only think with your second head so think of a new plan. But let's face it, Jennie don't want you, one minute man,"

After she finished, she dropped the mic. The studio was filled with loud hollers and laughter while Matt's face became flushed as he chuckled.

DJ D-Wrek repeatedly pressed the bell, indicating that it was all over.

DING DING DING DING DING DING DING

Angelina had cheered with the cast and she ended up falling dramatically on the floor during the commotion. Meanwhile, Desiigner got excited and patted Jennie on the back, praising her.

"Yo! DJ D-Wrek! Who won that!?" Nick shouted after everyone calmed down a bit and Angelina got back on her feet.

"I got to give it to the platinum squad! Make some noise for the platinum squad, yo!" he announced over everyone's cheers.

"Woo!" Jennie jumped up and down, excitedly as she celebrated with her team.

A Wild N Out girl came on stage with the belt and presented it to Jennie after she went to hug Nick.

"She came through and took my comedy championship!" Nick announced as she happily accepted the belt and raised it up in the air in victory. He then shouted out Desiigner and Angelina.

Jen let out a content sigh. This was awesome. She was glad she was able to do this, today. And now she got to take this title home. Another award for BTS.

"What do you want to say?" Nick asked her as he gave her the mic.

"This has been such a fun experience, thank you so much for having me! And shout out to BTS and BTS ARMY, I love y'all! Thank you!" she said.

She then switched to saying thank you in Korean for the boys and reiterated that she missed them and would be back very soon. After bowing, she was then hugged by Angelina and had her hand raised in victory.

"That's what we talkin' about! Everybody on they feet! And make some noise for Desiigner~!" Nick announced as he closed the show with a performance.

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After recording, Jennie hung out with the cast to take pictures and discuss the show. The vibe was full of high energy as they laughed about their favorite moments and roasted Matt for being rejected. What Jen loved about it was that there were no hard feelings and people didn't take any of the disses seriously. If only more people could vibe like this.

"You did well! Great job, today!" Nick Cannon praised her.

"Aw, thank you! It's harder than it looks to think quickly on your feet. You guys got that," Jen grinned.

"It is but you held your own. Especially on wild style," he laughed at the memory of her calling Matt a one minute man. 

That was the utmost disrespect and a huge blow to his ego.

"Ha! Had to hit him where it hurts. Can we take a selfie?"

"Yeah, let's do it,"

Taking out her phone, she gave it to him so he could raise it in the air for a quick photo of them smiling happily. She'll make sure to post it after her little social media break is over.

"Thanks so much for having me. This was a fun time," she beamed.

"Anytime! We hope to see you and Angelina back on the show sometime,"

"Most definitely. And speaking of Angelina, she really is in her element on your show, huh?"

"Got that right. In the last episode, she was in she went off on everybody. It was one of the highest-rated episodes to date. She a real gem,"

"That's Ang for you. One of the best. Have you thought about adding her as a cast member? She'd be a great addition!" she suggested excitedly.

She watched as Nick smiled at the idea and he discussed how well she would hold her own in the games with clever clapbacks and rhymes.

"She really would be a great addition, wouldn't she? I'ma talk to her. You think she'll want to?" 

"Absolutely! She will accept with no hesitation,"

Jen felt pleased that it seemed like he was highly considering having Angelina join the cast. She hoped it went well when he talked with her. She knew how much it would mean to her if she got to be a permanent cast member.

Following some photos and mingling with other cast members, Jen went to hang out with Desiigner who still had a large grin on his face. What she loved the most about him was how positive he was and how happy he looked. His energy was infectious.

"Mama, you funny as shit. You a savage,"

She laughed. "Thanks. It was so fun teaming with you,"

"Likewise, mama,"

"I also think it is so dope and inspiring with what you accomplished. We're nearly the same age and you out here making moves ever since Panda dropped. I hope I can make an impact like that with my music,"

"I 'preciate that. It's all about the music and what we love to do. We both young and hungry in this industry. We gon' make it big,"

"Got that right. Heck, we could even make a few songs together,"

"Oh, hell yeah. For sure,"

The two took photos together and then with Angelina. Desiigner then took out his phone to take an Instagram video.

"Yoooo! With my girls! Beautiful black queens! Jennie and Angelina! You know what time it is! Wild N Out! Stay tuned, it's comin' out real soon! Ya-a-a!" he laughed.

"Platinum squad~! All day!" Jennie stuck her tongue out.

"Err-day!"

"Gold squad!" Angelina repped her team.

"Boooooo!" Jennie and Desiigner playfully said before they all laughed.

"Y'all some haters," Angelina playfully rolled her eyes and walked away from them as the video ended.

Once Desiigner went off to goof around with DC Young Fly, Matt approached her with a nervous smile.

"All right, I got the hint. I apologize for coming all over you like that," he chuckled nervously.

He did look pretty apologetic with his face looking a little pink.

"It's okay," she responded.

"B-but just know I'll still wait for you if you ever change your mind,"

She laughed. "Well, you'll have to wait forever,"

"Damn..." he sighed in defeat and nodded.

"I have a boyfriend, that's why," she proudly told him. "After rejecting you quite a few times as well as in the DMs, I thought you'd got the hint,"

"Wishful thinking,"

"Regarding my man and I, we're keeping things private until we are ready to announce it,"

"Okay, I respect it. Damn, whoever he is he's lucky,"

"Nah, I'm the lucky one," she smiled as she thought of how much she missed Jungkook.

"Man...your boys, especially your boyfriend and fanbase gon' kill me, huh?" he chuckled nervously at the thought, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeaaaaah, they are."

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Sonine Prime ... Part 1

Hi, everyone and welcome to Sonine Prime! The part of the show when I come out and talk about Sonine (and a bit of Sontails) in Sonic Prime!

And now, a bit of background before I beginㅤ

I have only recently become a Sonic fan. I played a few games when I was younger, watched the first 3 tv shows all the way through, watched a bit of the Sonic Boom tv show, and I bought Sonic Frontiers at release. But, strangely enough, it was Sonic Prime that got me obsessed with this franchise.

And it was, frankly, more queer than I had expected it to be.

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Part 2 >>

(Essay/thoughts/analysis under the cut)

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Now, right off the bat

S1 Episode 1.

Now, I know this is supposed to mostly be about Sonine, but I would be remiss if I didn't mention the little scene towards the beginning where Sonic has a little moment with each of his friends. For the record, I think that Sonic Prime leaves it open so that you can interpret Sonic as having crushes on/having some sort of not strictly friends deal with most of his friends (in this case, I am at least referring to Knuckles, Tails, and Amy) and his rival (Shadow).

Sonic's interaction with Tails is Tails catching him to save him, and Sonic being thankful, Sonic gives Rouge a wave and thanks her when she saves him (to which she says "Don't mention it. Literally"), Sonic asks Knuckles if he's doing okay and Knuckles says "The only thing that flusters me is when you're late, Sonic" (interesting choice of words there), and then of course Amy asking where Sonic's been, and Sonic leaning over the robot to say he got sidetracked.

Now, this is an image of that scene with Amy, one of many I have seen people show off as S0namy proof. And I will say now that this look will come back later.

Oh, and that this looks just a little familiar, doesn't it?

Huh no way it's the

It's the S2 scene where Sonic is talking to Nine through the Eggforcer and needs to be talked out of saving him asap

Now, back to the episode.

While this doesn't mean much yet, just before we get to Sonic shattering the Paradox Prism, he gets to fight with Tails again, who warns him to be careful while Sonic brushes him off. Then it switches to Amy, who says "if eggman wants it, it can't be good".

Tally 1 for the "Tails and Amy get the last word" category. Why does this category matter? Well...just the sheer amount of times it pairs them up specifically for parallel reasons. Only you can decide what it means for you.

Then, after our very first (of many) Sonic shattering the prism scenes, we watch Sonic float unconsciously through the space in between the shatterspaces, as apparitions of his friends and Robotnik speak. Everyone gives their oneliners that *will* come up again, and then before Sonic enters New Yolk, three people speak a second time.

These three are Amy, Tails, and Eggman.

And out of the three, only Amy and Tails' apparitions are actually shown onscreen when they get a second word in (with phrases we don't see later with the reveal of Ghost Hill's existence).

Amy: Hey. I may be the one who can bring everyone together, but there's only one hedgehog they'll follow into battle.

Tails: Heh heh. I don't need an army when I've got a friend like you Sonic.

And not only do they get a second word, but a third word!

Amy: We'd follow you anywhere, Sonic!

Tails: Nothing could break our friendship, Sonic.

Tails and Amy get the last word: II

And while this would be a topic for a different essay that would go into parallels like these, I just also think it very interesting that Amy's lines are more focused on Amy assuring Sonic how everyone feels about him, while all of Tails apparition's lines (all 3) are about his bond with Sonic.

"As long as I'm around, you'll always have a wingman"

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"Nothing could break our friendship, Sonic"

"I don't need an army when I've got a friend like you, Sonic"

...

Barely 4 minutes into episode 1. Food for thought.

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Now we enter the shatterverse.

Sonic spends a good disoriented minute getting knocked around in New Yolk, and the first names he calls are Tails, then Amy

"Tails? Amy? ...Heck I'll even take Knuckles at this point."

Tails and Amy being singled out specifically: III

After a short moment of trying to figure out where he is, and also finding Big and Froggy, Sonic ends up running from the Eggforcers, after which he realizes that New Yolk *is* Green Hill.

"The loop de loop. Hedgehog's Pass! And that should be Tails's Lab! Oh, Tails...what happened?"

Aside from when he found Big + Froggy, and when he mentioned Tails, Amy, and Knuckles, Sonic has not yet moved to figure out what happened to his friends. But he *does* specifically mention *only* Tails in his "What happened here" set of lines, which leads us to a flashback.

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Now, again, I'm going to try not to make this too much about other ships when I'm making this for Sonine, but I think this bit of the flashback is important. And I think the writers' choice specifically to have Eggman say something nasty about Tails and only Tails to get Sonic riled up.

"You can mess with me Eggman, but nobody messes with my best friend!"

Most of this fight is spent with Sonic fighting the Eggcrusher in his normal "Fight Eggman and throw insults back and forth attitude". Almost no matter what Eggman says to him, it does not get Sonic riled up to attack him in the way he is baiting him to.

The writers could have chose any friend of Sonic’s or multiple for Eggman to insult, leading Sonic to become riled up to destroy him and fall right into that trap. Sonic's line very easily here could have been "You can mess with me, Eggman, but nobody messes with my friends!" And this would not at all seem abnormal, because this is Sonic, and because earlier in the episode Sonic monologued about how home is where your friends are.

And yet...it's Eggman calling Tails an ugly two tailed mutant fox that gets Sonic to block out everything else to zero in on hitting Eggman hard for what he'd said. Not "nobody messes with my friends" but "nobody messes with my best friend"

This show is already emphasizing how Big, Froggy, Amy, Tails, Rouge, and Knuckles are all his friends, but Tails is special, because they're best friends, huh?

And not to mention the parallel's between Tails' "Sonic, noooo!" before Sonic pounds the Eggcrusher inro the ground, creating a shockwave, and his "Sonic, wait!" before Sonic shatters the Paradox Prism, also causing a shockwave. ....Or the fact that Tails gets a lot of the spotlight in this flashback, from the audience getting to see a lot of his thoughts/what he was doing while Sonic was fighting the Eggcrusher, or Sonic coming into the lab to apologize and try to make up with him, or–

But I digress.

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Post flashback, Sonic has the full realization that New Yolk is Green Hill, and remembers the paradox prism. His first thought after this?

"I gotta find Tails"

Now, you may be thinking. "Tumblr user hadesknockedupintheunderworld. That doesn't mean anything. Maybe he's looking for Tails just to make sure he's okay, or because he trusts that Tails can help him figure out/understand exactly what's happening here"

And to that I say that I am the last person who's going to argue that this means Sonic doesn’t care about his other friends or that this is inherently romantic. I just think it's interesting the focus that Tails is getting in episode 1 alone, and that after remembering more of what happened his first thought is to search for him specifically. And he doesn’t stray from this path either! He makes mention of his goal to find Tails before fighting Dr. Babble for the first time, and again when he decides to escape Babble in part because of his refusal to fight kids and in other part to get back on track to finding Tails.

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Anddd about 22 minutes in, just after following him through the underground transport and believing him to be Tails, we meet the second star of today's show!!

Wow Sonic really does keep making that face doesn't he?

Now, at first I was going to break this first meeting down but there was just *much* too much to comment on in a way that would do justice to the scene itself. As such, I'm planning to insert a video of the scene and break it down from there.

But, tumblr has a limit of 1 video per post, so

I will see you all in part 2! Sorry we haven't gotten much into the Sonine itself yet but by god we'll be moving on from crumbs to meals in a second.

[anonymousstoryteller2000]

Joseph quinn head cannons part 2!!

Part 1

Masterlist

Mouthing "I love you" to eachother across the room

Cooking dinner together (turns into a food fight)

He let's you wear his jackets (secretly he really likes the brown leather one on you it compliments you eyes)

Painting and wine dates 🤧probably in the living room he would probably try to paint something very cool like a sunset but gets all mad when he ruts in the colors to much so he just paints a smiley face overs it and signs it and gives it to you for a early birthday present as joke." It's from the heart love take it"

He would try to be romantic and do the scene from Lady and the tramp but yall end up bumping heads or biting eachother lips NOT very fun

Says he doesn't snore so you prove him wrong when you take a video of him snoring while he sleeping his comeback are always the same "why you recording me while im sleeping ay"

Loves when you wear his clothes to sleep especially his botton up shirts with lace panties

If your short( like me )when you get on his nerves he will put your favorite snack or your phone on the highest shelf in yalls house and act like he doesn't know where it is "dont look at me I would never do that once again ask the dog!"

His morning voice is rusty and deep and he knows you love his morning voice so he will go to your ear and whisper you to wake up "morning love" "time to get " "baby come on" "no you can't have me for breakfast"

Sence he has anxiety he would probably play with your hands or squeeze your knee as comfort

Really good at cooking but not at baking

Trys to do your makeup or test it for himself but doesn't know what is what "why is it called a booty blender" babe!! I got the powder in my eye agian " "why are my lips tingling "

Going back to reality TV shows if he ever got invested in them you'll see a whole new side of him "fucken hell just slap her already " love get the wine my cup is about to be empty!!!" Babe you saw that she trusted him and he slept with her sister who does that" (get angry and riots at the tv )

Random late night thought with joe "babe can pigs see the sky " if we met when we where younger would have we been friends" do you know fire trucks are actually water trucks" finger are wired like did are arms slip into smaller arms"

Randomly stare into your eyes for a couple of seconds and walk away( kind of like the picture ^^)

Leave hand written notes around the house for you

Loves giving you hugs from behind

Loves the morning but hates the sunlight

Very protective of you when it comes to yall being out and fans or paparazzi comes up to yall

It's very dramatic when he's over stuffs himself "God I should have never eaten that much" "baby catch me I'm gonna faint"

Lives trying out new foods

He hates how his mom and you tease him about baby photo " I was a cute baby alright God " mum mum that enough don't need her running away from me"

Daily jogs but never goes as planned "we barely left the front door how are you tired" " sweetheart I told you to pee before we left....never again...never agian"

Sometimes feels guilty for blaming the dog for everything he goes to the dogs bed and sit himself down "look we gotta have a chat yea look I'm sorry that I keep blaming you for what I do but your way cuter then me so if I blame it on you she won't get mad but I'm my case I think she already caught on"

Randomly jokes about having kids with you in the future "imagine a mini use running around right now " "yeah I said it they would definitely have my hair"

Love naps

He only cries when you're around he loves how he can have a person to lean on when he's feeling stressed "I loves my fans their lovely but I'm just so tired"

505 from Arctic Monkeys is probably yours song

Good at cooking but not good at baking

He loves catching you watch edit of him it make him feel very lucky "ay what you watching their"

If it's really cold he will make sure your bundled up cause he doesn't want to hear you complaining later "breath from you noise then" just waddle like a penguin you got it babe"

Gets all mushy in the knees if he see you holding a baby

Buys you flowers everytime they die

Helps eachother what to wear that day mostly he will fit the color groups you have on

Dancing in the rain but the one of yall slip and fall and ruins the whole mood

House hunting

Makes fun of eachother in the rudest way possible to see who gets offended first (obviously it's him first)"YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW LADY"

Alway keep a small comb on him for his hair

Love putting his hands in your back pocket

Takes a couple of clothes home from his photo shoot csuse he over heard you saying you loved the outfit he was wearing to his stylist

He is the big spoon but secretly likes being the small spoon sometimes

Alway has to have you in his arms when yall are asleep and if you get up in the middle of he night he get all whiney and sad "baby where you going" okay I'm giving you 30 seconds hurry please"

When you have a bad dream will alway try to help in the bets way possible even knowing he can't really do anything about it but as long as your smiling your alright "well do you want to to go inside you head and kill him myself cause I wil...I will 😡"

Have a book yall read before you get ready for the day and before bed (mostly like a novel or muder mystery)

When you asleep he loves cuddle you from the back whispering in your ear "don't worry I'm never letting you go "

[usafphantom2]

Col. Cobb’s fired on by a Mig 25

Operational missions.

First let me assure you; we never broke President Eisenhower's promise to cease overflying the Soviet Union. We remained over international water - 12 mi offshore.

All of my operational flying was from Kadena, Okinawa. Area of interest was Vietnam; Korea; Vladivostok, USSR; China. Later, we flew transatlantic & return from Seymour Johnson, NC supporting the Israel Arab war. After I left the program, the SR flew from Mildenhall, England & Bodo, Norway.

We already touched on missions against Vietnam & the only night mission.

Today let's cover "north missions".

Take off, refuel & head into the Sea of Japan; between Japan & south Korea. Accelerated to operational speed - 3.20. Head directly at Vladivostok. headquarters of USSR air defense; and test/r & d of new radar & intercept development. 2200 mph guaranteed to light up all the radar & intercept systems they had.

A Mig-25 interceptor squadron was based just outside of Vladivostok the "holy grail" of the soviet air defense system was to shoot down an SR71.

Turn north up the Sea of Japan & make a U-turn back down the USSR coast (12 mi offshore) with ELINT & SIGINT recorders going full bore. Photo cameras looking oblique into the USSR , updating the interceptor air order of battle. Head south east till past Vladivostok then turn slightly left then right to cross Korea at the DMZ. Photo cameras updating N. Korea force readiness to resume hostilities against S. Korea.

Continue down the yellow sea coast of China. All sensors evaluating China's threat to Taiwan. Turn left- decell & land at Kadena. I flew this profile several times during the 4 years i flew ops missions. One of these got very, very thrilling. Southbound, passing Vladivostok, Reg (my RSO) announced

"We've got a fighter locked on - it's gotta be a Mig-25"

"Our DEF is blanketing all beautifully."

"Oops - he just fired - - we've got a missile locked on"

"Our def has shifted to its missile magic"

"There - lock's broken. Missile's back in search”

"That's weird - sounds like the missile's locked on - but not locked on us"

"he's gone - coming up on the "s" turn to the DMZ".

Fast forward to late 1976 Col.Cobb retired from the Air Force.

I'm retired! Learning that retirement means no days off; no vacation; no holidays; big pay cut.

I find the aircraft TV channel & history channel. Lots & lots of SR71 films. I avidly watch at every opportunity. In my den, glued to the TV & today's SR71 show, & who do I see comparing the mig-25 with the SR71??

You're right - - Lt Victor Belenko!

He was totally gobsmaked; his Mig-25 burned up the engines getting to Mach 3 yet the SR's cruise speed was greater than 3.0.

He's the one who said that the Holy Grail of soviet air defense was to shoot down an SR.

He told of how they would pre-position ahead of the SR's radar track and had to zoom up to get a lock on & fire their missile.

He stressed how quickly & precisely they had to perform because the window of opportunity was so very short.

Their target was traveling at 3600 ft/sec. Faster than a speeding bullet.

He described in detail how precise the post firing breakaway had to be executed to avoid getting shot down by their own missile; talking as though they found this out the "hard way".

Man talk about intense attention - - I'm quickly mentally replaying that tape from the inter-phone - -

"We've got a fighter locked on - it's gotta be a Mig-25" "Our DEF is blanketing all beautifully."

"Oops - he just fired - - we've got a missile locked on"

"Our def has shifted to its missile magic"

"There - lock's broken. Missile's back in search

"That's weird - sounds like the missile's locked on - but not locked on us"

(What did the missile lock onto? Could it have been the Mig-25 itself? – we’ll never know) Chris Cobb gave this article to myself Linda Sheffield this is the first time it’s been published. 1/24/24

@Habubrats71 via X

[unsustainableeuphoria]

I have never been drunk or gotten high - I have some prescription meds that usually give people a little brain fog, but I get so out of it from those that I always have to take the day off when I use them…so I’ve been reluctant to try any actual intoxicants.

That said…the thought of you switching my gummies with edibles, getting me high, teasing me innocently enough that I don’t question the wet heat in my underwear, convincing me to rub myself off before you pin my hands down and use me as you want? God, I’ve had to focus so I don’t subspace just fantasizing.

And,,,bonus points if there’s a camera quietly recording, catching everything - especially when I look like an eager slut. You wouldn’t want me to forget, would you? Maybe you can bring me to movie night with your friends later~

- 🪴, if it’s not taken! (they/he irl, misgendering in scenes is cool should that be something you’re into!)

(I seem to have a handful of followers with misgender kink, it's not something I personally see the appeal in but I'm not turned away by it and am cool with playing along when it turns on others)

That was so many good things you just said that I don't know where to focus but I'm gonna tell you right now that I am a fucking wreck over the idea of taking you to a "movie night" with a group of friends and then the movie is just videos of you getting railed. And since you were too fucked up to remember it happening, the movie is just as new to you as it is to all the guys! ^_^

You get to experience seeing all the stupid, slutty faces you make when you're too high to hold them back, you get to hear your own voice beg me to take it easy on you because you just came after rubbing yourself and you're too sensitive and easy to overstimulate, and you'll even get to see yourself get fucked when I decide not to listen to your begging and fuck you anyways, not letting go of those skinny little wrists of yours until I know you're too fucked up from orgasms and overstimulation and the gummies finally kicking in all at once to even begin to think about pushing me off

And the whole time you're watching that, watching yourself turn into a blubbering incoherent fuck toy? We'll be watching you, like when you show your friend your favorite movie and you check their reaction to see of they like it. Maybe some of us will even jerk off to it, barely visible by the light of the TV screen, getting nice and hard to the image of you getting railed while we pass around movie snacks, making sure you get the bowl with the special candies in it ;p

[emmashouldbewriting]

I'm so confused by that anon. They must not watch TV/movies, listen to music, or read any genres of literature. The idea that you are less important because you "create characters" has to be the most astronomically ignorant viewpoint I've ever encountered. Like, really. Storytelling has existed since the dawn of time. IMO it's the oldest profession. And creating characters is an art of it's own. So to dismiss someone for having the emotional depth and creativity to build worlds/lives from thin air is ridiculous. Anon, if you couldn't get published, just say that and leave Emma alone, leave hardworking writers of all genres (who provide your entertainment through songs, plays, movies, books, video games, etc.) alone.

You're right. Without storytellers there are no novels, no poems, no tv shows, no movies, no documentaries, no stage plays, no musicals, no songs, no video games, and you could even say there would be no tv adverts/commericals because they tell stories. There would be no myths, no legends, and we would have no history to look back on because nobody would have told the stories that were later recorded by hand. There would be no organised religion.

The art of storytelling is quite literally a prehistoric one that has shaped our culture and society all over the world for centuries. Stories are a form of expression and escape. People turn to them in times of happiness and despair. A story is created out of twenty-six little letters strewn together thousands upon thousands of times by nothing but a single person's imagination and sheer force of will.

I can tell you that because you get it. I'm not going to tell that to someone who doesn't get it, because I'm not in the habit of conversing with uncultured swines 😇

[haileybeehappy]

Couch Locked

Yet another Long Hair Harry Fanfic

Summary : You are pretty much in love with your best friends brother and your first time getting high you release some secrets.

Warnings : smut, smoking

Word Count : 4.5k

You had never gotten high before but your best friend was probably the biggest stoner you ever met. Well besides her brother Harry. You had never seen him not high. He was also like the most beautiful man you had ever seen. That has nothing to do with it but it just needed to be said. 

So, here you were on your best friend Gemma’s bed. About to smoke weed for the first time ever. You were perched at the end of the bed. She was pulling the smoke through to the pipe of a bong so you could clear it out. The both of you knew that had no chance pulling it all the way through. You reach for the glass and she passes it into your hands. 

“I’m so excited!” Gemma squeals through some light coughing. The warm glass sits in your hand as you psych yourself up. You empty the air out of your lungs and go to move your mouth to the top of the pipe. And Inhale. 

Twenty minutes later you had finally stopped coughing. You were just laying in her bed with your feet hanging off. The world was spinning and the TV sounds garbled. Gemma’s voice cuts through the static. 

“Are you hungry?” you very quickly move your head to look at her. 

“Fuck yes,” 

“I’ll make you some food,” she laughs. You slowly rise off the bed and move to follow her. The world instantly starts moving. Almost like you’re standing in the waves at the ocean. You can feel the floor moving out from under you. You instantly shoot to the wall to keep your balance and you make your way out of the bedroom. 

You hear a chuckle behind you. You look back behind you. Harry is standing against his door frame. His bare shoulder resting against the wood. Because this man was pretty much almost always shirtless. 

“Finally got high huh?” you nod and quickly look away. Hiding the blush that was rising on your cheeks. “Are you gonna make it down the stairs?” you hear him shift and then feel his hand on your arm. “Please let me help, I wouldn’t forgive myself if something bad happened to you. You can feel your heart melt. 

“Okay,” you whimper. 

“Thank you,” He grasps your arm and then slowly moves his hand down and across your back to rest on your waist. Your arm goes around him to do the same. 

“Thank you,” he then slowly helps you down the stairs. You make it to the couch in a record time of five minutes and Gemma has already started on the food. You have no idea what she is making but it smells AMAZING!

“Gemma I fucking love you,” she laughs.

“Why is that y/n?” Harry plops down on the couch next to you.

“You’re the best,” you groan. “I can’t wait to eat,”

“What about me?” Harry asks. “I’m not the best?” a smirk resting on his lips. 

“You’re pretty good but you’re not making me food,” his smirk drops. 

“Well then. If that’s what it takes,” He starts to get back up. You grab his wrist and pull him back to the couch. 

“No, don’t leave me. I don’t want you to go?” you whimper out. 

“Why is that Y/n?” You sigh. You have yet to let go of his hand. You then intertwined his fingers with yours. 

“I just want you here,” You squeeze his hand. 

“Okay I’ll stay,” he tightens his grip on your hand. He grabs the remote from the arm of the couch and clicks on the TV. “Whatcha wanna watch?” you just shrug your shoulder

“I can barely see. I couldn’t even name a show right now,” he chuckles. 

“Family guy it is,”

“How about no?” he chuckles. 

“Fine,” he continues scrolling through the options. “Disney?” you tighten your grip on his hand. 

“Oh my god yes,” you look over at him and smile. “Hannah Montana?” He cocks a lazy smile. 

“Of course my love,” 

“My love,” you mimic his accent. He bumps his arm on yours. 

“You're making fun of me?”

“Yes,” he just laughed.  “I mean you have that accent. So does Gemma but hers isn’t as sexy,” 

“Sexy huh?” a blush spreads across your face. 

“Oh definitely,” you nod. “I mean the hair,” You reach to his head and grab at the bun on top of his head. (LHH is superior so idc) “That fucking smile,” you move your hair to his face. “And fuck, your shoulders,” you almost let out a moan. 

“Here is your food,” Gemma hands you a plate of fried shrimp. “Freshly made,” she smiles and hands Harry a plate too. “For my snotty little brother,” she smiles. 

“Thanks Gem,” he smiles. She plops on the couch across from you. You are completely zoned in on the shrimp and don’t come out of your phase until you finish the last shrimp. You look up at Gemma and she has a wild smile on her face. 

“That took you a whole hour and a half to eat,” you look over at the clock but you can’t focus on the numbers so you look back at her. 

“It was good. Delicious actually,” You lean forward and go to place the plate on the coffee table, leaning forward you almost fall. Harry's hand comes around your waist and catches you. “I think I need to go to bed,” Gemma laughs, 

“I think so too babe,” she starts to get up off the couch to help you.

“I got her,” Harry declares and pops up off the couch and goes to help you. 

“No, no,” you whine and smack his hands off you. “I wanna do it myself,” you stand up and instantly start falling to the ground. Harry catches you yet again and holds you up. 

“Okay so I am gonna help you,” Harry whispers in your ear and sends shivers down your spine. You can’t find the words so you just nod. “Good girl,” he whispers even quieter so Gemma can’t hear. 

“Holy shit,” you whimper. Harry helps you up the stairs and damn. Even if you weren’t high your legs would still be wobbly. Like what the fuck Harry. Why would you say that? “I just wanna lay down.” you groan about halfway up the stairs. 

“I am getting you there honey,” 

“You’re going to slow,” you whine in response. 

“Well you are the one that’s going slow babe,” 

“Stop with the pet names. That’s not nice. Tease,” he chuckles. 

“It bothers you?” you nod. A bubble caught in your throat. “Why?” the two of you are at the top of the stairs now. “I can feel you trembling babe, and I don’t think it's the weed,” you shake your head. “No? I can’t hear you Y/n,” 

“It’s not from the weed,” 

“So good for me Y/n,” he has his hands wrapped around your waist. You are still frozen with your hands barely touching his chest. “Now let’s get you to bed,” in one quick move he hoists you up over his shoulder and to Gemma's room. You are plopped down on the bed with a squeal. “Goodnight Y/n,” 

“I don’t wanna sleep anymore,” you grab at his arm. “Come cuddle me,” you pull him towards you. 

“I am not cuddling you in my sisters bed while you are high Y/n,” 

“What about in your bed while I'm high?” you move to sit up and he pushes you down back onto the bed. 

“Not tonight Y/n we can talk in the morning when you’re sober,” an amused smile on his face, 

“But I am not gonna be brave enough in the morning,” you scootch back in the bed. 

“Why is that Y/N?” 

“Because.” you stand up on your knees and waddle walk to him. “You are a very attractive man,” you are now almost eye to eye with him. “You walk around without a shirt like all the time. I think I have seen you more without a shirt than with a shirt honestly,” you bring your hands up to his chest. “But of course you’re wearing a shirt now,” You pull at the fabric on his abdomen. 

“Is that it?” he asks. His hands coming over yours. Holding your small hands in his. You could feel his heart thrumming in his chest. 

“And your voice,” you throw your head back in a groan. “Your fucking voice. Sends shivers down my spine,” he leans in. You can feel his breath on the side of your neck. 

“Keep it coming princess,” his hands squeeze yours. “You’re just feeding my ego.” that coaxes a laugh out of you. 

“You are such an ass,” You shake free of his grasp and fall back into the bed. “I’m going to go to bed before I say more things that will embarrass me in the morning,” He chuckles and grabs the blanket at the end of the bed and tosses it over you. 

“I’ll see you in the morning princess,” 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

A very annoying noise pulls you out of your sleep. Almost like gunfire? You turn over in bed and let out a groan. The noise continues. That’s definitely gunfire. You shoot up straight in the bed. 

“Well good morning beautiful,” Gemma pipes. “You slept for,” she looks over at the clock. “Sixteen hours. Damn,” You take in your surroundings. Gem is sitting next to you on the bed. The tv on her dresser is paused displaying the visuals of some gorey zombie movie. 

“Why would you let me sleep that long?” You toss the blanket off you. You feel like you’re cooking. 

“Bitch I tried to wake you up three times. I even called mom to come in and check your pulse,” she laughs. She then presses play and turns her attention back to the movie. Your stomach rumbles. You slide out of the bed and stretch when your feet hit the floor. 

“Well I am starving!” you grab your phone off th charger and head towards the kitchen. You decide it’s a breakfast at two in the afternoon kinda day so you start to make yourself some eggs. You basically live at Gem’s house so you are pretty comfortable making yourself food and stuff like that. You can hear someone coming down the stairs and assume it’s Gem until you feel arms come around your waist. Your breathing comes to a stop and your heart jumps into your throat. 

“Glad to see you’re alive,” You feel Harry’s breath on your neck. Goosebumps prickle at your skin. You feel red hot where his hands rest at your waist. 

“Me too,” is all you can muster out. After a very awkward length of time. 

“How’d you sleep?” He asks moving in closer. Now his entire body is pressed up against you. 

“Really well apparently,” you whisper. It just feels like a whispering moment. 

“Good,” he rests his head in your shoulders. “So ho did you like being high?” He chuckles  

“I enjoyed it,” you feel like you can’t breathe. In the best way. “Pretty sure I embarrassed myself,” his thumb has started to rub back and forth at the exposed skin at the hem of your shirt. 

“You didn’t do anything embarrassing I don’t think,” you can feel his smile against you. The eggs you have been trying to focus really hard in are finally done and you move to take the pan off the stove which causes Harry to release you from his hold.

“I can remember some things that maybe shouldn’t have been said,” you shrug while you pile the eggs on to the plate and plop a French toast into the pan. You turn back to take a look at Harry. He is wearing black sweats and a plain t shirt. Still looks like he could be a Calvin Klein model. 

“I don’t know y/n. What do you remember saying?”

“Things I will not repeat,” you turn back to your food and flip the French toast over. 

“Come one y/n you gotta give me something,” he teases. 

“I have nothing to say to you. I barely know you,” you lie. 

“Y/n you practically live here. I see you pretty much everyday. You may not know me but I definitely know you,” he is now next you you. You finish up your food and begin to plate it. You move to walk away and he grabs you lightly causing you to stop. 

“What do you want Harry?” You whine 

“I wanna bend you over this counter and fuck you till you can’t walk,” your breath catches in your throat. “But I can’t risk Gem or mom walking in and seeing. That wouldn’t be fun,” you just stare at him. Dumbfounded. “Would you like that? Would you like being bent over and fucked so hard you can’t walk princess?” You nod. “I need words y/n,” 

“Yes,” you muster

“Yes what?” Harry is now right in front of you. The only thing separating you is the plate of food you just made. 

“Yes Sir,” Harry then quickly grabs the plate and basically flings it onto the counter grabs you by the back of your hair and brings your lips to his and kisses you. You melt into his mouth and let out a moan. You bring your hands up to his chest then wrap around his shoulders. His hands grasp at your waist and pulls you closer to him. Before you know it your sat up on the counter with Harry between your legs. Just as he runs his clothed length onto you footsteps make their way down the stairs. Harry takes a big step back and you jump off the counter. You grab your food and sit at the table. Gemma rounds the corner right as you take your first bite. 

“I’m gonna run to the store and get some things for dinner, you wanna come y/n?” Gem asks. Keys in hand. 

“No I’m okay.Gonna finish my food and probably go home so I can shower,” you stab another bite of eggs and bring the fork to your mouth.

“Okay well I’ll see you later then,” she gives you a smile and turns to leave. You wave at her and as soon as the door closes behind her Harry is sitting at the table next to you. 

“She won’t be back for like an hour?” he suggests. You smile and stab a piece of french toast to your mouth. 

“Gives me time to eat,” you laugh. He leans back in the chair and just watches you. You slowly eat your food. Basically nibbling at it. He groans and shoves the plate away from you and before you know it you are over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. “Hey I was eating!” you laugh. Which is met with a soft swat on your ass. 

“It’ll be there when you’re done.” you wiggle in his hold making it harder to carry you. “You better stop that before you get hurt,” You wiggle harder and his hand swats at your ass again. This time quite a bit harder. It reveals a moan from you. “Oh you like that huh?” He smacks your ass again and then you are plopped down on his bed. You can’t help but smile up at him. It’s really happening. You’ve been dreaming of fucking this man since he brough Gem lunch, Literally since the first time you had seen him you had wanted to feel what it liked to be under him. 

“What’s the smile for Y/n?” he asks. You just shrug. His hand scoops up your chin and makes you look him in the eye. “Come on, use your words y/n,” you take in a much needed breath. 

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you Harry,” a smile breaks across his face. 

“Ditto y/n,” a blush creeps up your neck and across your cheeks. “I was picking Gem up from work and you were walking to your car. And I don’t know. Everything about you turned me on. Hell I wanted to bend you over the hood of your car and make you scream while all of your co-workers watched,” you have a shit eating grin plastered on your face. “Well except Gem of course that would be weird,” and with that he leans down and kisses you, but you can’t help but laugh at the last comment. 

“So you have wanted to fuck me longer then I’ve wanted to fuck you,” you chuckle. 

“I guess I have huh?” He is now kissing you and slowly making his way over you. You have your back pressed flat against the mattress. Your lips locked with Harry’s. His hands locking your body under him. Your hands venture under his shirt and up his chest. His legs are now trapping your hips and he moves to sit up and removes his shirt in one movement. You look at his tattoos in a new light. The way they curve and move with his body. Bend and contorte as he rids himself of his clothes. You reach up and ghost your fingers over the ink engraved into his skin. 

“You’re so beautiful Harry,” you whimper. 

“I don’t even hold a candle to you Y/n,” His hand runs up the side of your body. Waist, hoovers over your breasts, shoulders, and then his fingers wrap around your neck. “Such a beautiful thing,” He then leans down and kisses you. Hard. Your arms wrap around the back of his neck in an effort to get closer to him. You need to be closer. You manage to get yourself out from under him and sit on his lap while he lays flat on the bed. You whip off your shirt and his hands come up to your waist, his fingers rubbing at your exposed skin. 

Once you have your bra unclipped his hands move to your shoulders to rid your frame of the fabric. His long slender fingers bring the red straps down your arms. 

“Fucking beautiful,” He reaches for ypur chest but gives you a look like hes asking for reassurance. You nod. His hands grab at you and his skin feels so warm against yours. You drop your dead back and let out a huff of air and roll your hips against his. Which causes Harry to hiss in pleasure. “Fucking shit I can’t wait to feel you princess,” his grasp on you tightens. 

“Daddy please,” you whimper. He whispers some more curses under your breath. He reaches up and grasps you by your neck. You follow his lead. He has you now seated at the edge of the bed while he releases himself from his pants. Then taking off the black cloth completely leaving it on the floor in a puddle. 

“Open,” you slowly open your mouth and his thumb slips between your lips and you instinctively begin to suck at his salty skin. “Such a good girl,” he groans. He pulls his thumb from your grasp and brings his hard member to your mouth, teasing the tip back and forth across your lips. You stick your tongue out and bring your hands to rest on his hip. You pull your legs onto his bed and sit on your feet. He pushes the tip past your lips and you instantly start to suck on him. He pulls at your hair and starts pushing and pulling your mouth against his cock. “Such a pretty little whore,” you look up at him and try to make eye contact but he has his head thrown back and his eyes shut tight. An angelic sight. You let out a little moan. He instantly looks down at you. “Look at you sucking daddies cock like a pretty little whore, look so good with daddy’s cock in your mouth,”

He pulls you off of him and pushes you back onto the bed and pulling you to the edge. His hands are at your waistband and pulls the pants off. Your knees fall to the sides and he slowly and very lightly guides his hands from your ankles to the hem of your panties. He is playing with the slightly damp fabric. Just barely slipping his fingers under the barrier. You thrust your hips up into his touch. “You want daddy to touch you?” he asks in a hushed voice. You nod. “Words princess,”

“Yes please daddy, let me feel you please,” you whine out. 

“Good girl keep begging,” his hand moves closer to your center. 

“Daddy please I just wanna feel you. I’ve been so good Daddy please I just need to feel you,” you arch your back up and grasp at the bed sheets in anticipation. He leans down and begins kisses over your clothed warmth. 

“Okay Princess, such a good girl asking so nicely for Daddy,” he presses a harder kiss over your clit. “Such a pretty girl,” he whispers against your hidden skin. Like he wasn’t talking to you, like he was talking to your cunt. 

He pushed the fabric to the side and dives into your center. You let out a moan and you let go of the sheets and grab onto the long curls in between your legs. “Fuck Daddy please that feels so good,” he continues to lap and suck at your damp folds. His fingers play at your entrance. You keep thrusting towards him. Wanting him closer and deeper. “Daddy please I wanna feel you,” He smiles against you and pushes into you. Your walls basically sucking him in. He laughs against your skin. 

“So wet for Daddy, such a good girl,” you let your head fall back onto the mattress. 

“Thank you daddy, thank you,” you whimper and whine as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. His fingers find the perfect spongy spot inside of you and he begins sucking on your clit and it makes you explode against his mouth. “Daddy please, Daddy yes,” you repeat and repeat as you ride out the orgasm. He kisses his way up your body and to your neck. You lean your head to the side so he can have access to more skin. 

“Holy fuck such a pretty little thing,” he ruts himself against your exposed cunt. “Squirting all over Daddy like a good little whore,” you are in slight shock of the words he just said. “What you didn’t know you could squirt,” you shake your head. “Well you just soaked me baby,” He smiles and kisses you. You kiss him back just as hard. You can taste yourself on his lips. You groan against him. 

“I need to feel you daddy, I wanna feel full,” he picks himself up and scampers across the rooms and starts ruffling through some drawers. You just sit on the bed and watch him. He makes a little noise and turns back to you with a smile on his face. Holding up a little foil and you laugh at him. He rips it open and rolls it down his length. You are kinds scared of his dick to be honest. He's about average length but he is definitely going to stretch you out. You pick yourself up off the bed and lean into kiss him as he makes his way to the bed. He continues to kiss you as you bring the two of you down to his bed. He crawls over you and places himself in between your legs. 

“You ready princess?” he asks 

“Yes. Please Daddy. Please,” he kisses you as he pushes into you. Very slowly. You both gasp at the feeling of him pressing through the barrier. Your slick walls let him in nice and easy with little resistance. He groans against your mouth and you feel his hips thrust against you. You wrap your legs around him and pull him into you completely. You let out a very loud moan at the feeling. 

“Holy fuckin shit y/n,” Harry moans into you. He stays there while you adjust to his size. After a few moments he begins to slowly pull all the way back out. Then slowly bottoms out again. “So wet and warm for me baby,” He begins to slowly pick up the pace. Pulling himself all the way out and going balls deep back. The little whimpers you make turn into moans as he thrusts harder and harder. You are raking your nails down his back as he destroys you. 

“Daddy please,” is all you can make out. Over and over. His hands make his way to your center and start to play with your clit. Your orgasm is coming closer and closer. 

“Come on, baby give it to me,” those words send you over the edge. Your vision goes spotty as you scream his name over and over. You clench around him your orgasm sending your legs into shivers. “So good for me. Such a good little whore,” His hips start to stutter against yours. He lets out little groans and gasps as he releases himself into the condom deep inside of you. Your breathing starts to even out as he collapses onto you. Falling to the side as he rests his head on your chest. You wrap your finger in his hair and begin to brush the hair out of his face. 

“Harry,” you let out a breath. Sounding astonished. 

“Yea,” he lets out a laugh. He sits up and pulls the condom off. He ties off the end and tosses it into the trash by his desk and crawls back over to you. Wrapping himself around you and pulling you to his chest. His arms enveloping you. “You really are beautiful,” his hand swipes at your cheek. Your face flushes. “So beautiful,” you shake your head and look away from him. “Don’t look away from me princess. I just wanna see you,” and the two of you lay in bed together for a while before you get up to go to the bathroom. When you come back clothed in his discarded t-shirt. He is sitting at his desk with a pipe in his hands smoking a bowl. You smile at the view of him and walk over and sit yourself on his lap. He wraps his arms around you and looks up at you. He smiles and some of the smoke he's holding leaks out of his mouth. 

You pull him into you and kiss him. He releases the smoke from his lungs and you inhale deeply. You hold it for as long as you can. Then you cough a few times and he rubs your back. 

“Such a good girl,” He places a few kisses on your neck. “My good girl,” he rubs his hands on your thighs. 

“Yours?” He smiles. 

“Please?” you nod. 

“All yours,” he smiles and pulls you in for another kiss.

[landofzero-archive]

Rouge&Ruby - The Circumstances of the Second Month 2

(Location: TV station lounge)

(After an Eden music program recording session)

Hiyori: Ah, that was fun! Talking and singing together is the best after all!

There’s a unique sense of fulfillment that only comes from working together as Eden……♪

Jun: I think the recording turned out good too. You're super energized aren't you, Ohiisan?

Hiyori: Of course, after all the four of us working together is just delightful, right?

That’s why there’s so many things I want to do. Since the New Year, Adam and Eve have been taking way too many separate jobs.

Jun: I also agree with you on that. Tomorrow and the day after that, I’ll be on location with you.

Hiyori: What? Are you saying you’re unsatisfied with being on location with me?

Jun: No no, I’m talking about the workflow of the units. 

I’m just feeling a bit stressed so can you not hit me please~?

Hiyori: Hmph. I don’t like how Ibara is scheduling our work without any kind of explanation either!

I’m sure you have an idea behind it but couldn’t you at least explain it? What foul weather!

Nagisa: …… Fufu. Hiyori-kun, you’re talking like me.

Hiyori: Eh?

Nagisa: …… I asked Ibara what he was thinking in the car on the way to the TV station.

Hiyori: Oh, is that so? Fufu, Nagisa-kun and I are inseparable even when we’re apart……♪

Nagisa: …… Yes, we have a telepathic connection.

Hiyori and Nagisa: ………☆ (High five)

Jun: (Whispering) Wait a sec. The seniors are getting all buddy buddy. But you, why are you being so quiet?

Ibara: (Whispering) It’s not like that. I’m simply watching them get along with a smile……♪

Jun: Liar~…… If you started talking at the wrong time, you’d get caught up in their talk so I guess you’re just watching and waiting.

Ibara: If I were to insert myself into a conversation between His Highness and Jun, or His Highness and His Excellency- I feel like such an action would be tasteless.

I was not directly asked to explain, so I don’t think I need to interrupt them.

Hiyori: Don’t you forget that!

The reason I didn’t ask was because I assumed there was something going on so I did my absolute best to put up with it. I wanted so badly to say “Explain this right now!”

Ibara: …… I don’t think I want to hear that while you’re high fiving and holding hands. But thank you for your consideration.

For the time being, until a request for it comes in…… or something like that, I thought I’d explain after I’d laid a certain amount of groundwork.

If it’s something only I know about then I can move it along at my own pace. Additionally, it was also more convenient to just stay silent.

Nagisa: …… In the car, you said you’d explain when Eden is gathered. Is now not a good time?

Hiyori: Is that what he said? Then why don’t we hurry along and get to it, all four of us are here so it’s perfect timing.

Ibara: The time isn’t bad, but this isn’t the right place to talk about it.

I can’t show any materials here, and most importantly we can’t occupy this changing room forever. We haven’t even changed out of our costumes yet.

Nagisa: …… Right. We should have changed out of our costumes first, Hiyori-kun.

Hiyori: Yes, that’s true. I just got excited, but changing clothes is the priority.

Jun: (While starting to change) …… Actually, I have an idea of what Ibara wants to talk about.

Ibara: You do?

Jun: Yeah. Something to do with Chocolat Fes. You said you’d give more details later back at New Year’s.

Hiyori: ?

Ibara: …… Ah, when we spoke on New Year’s? Now that I’m thinking about it, I do remember something like that.

Nagisa: ?

Hiyori: What are you two talking about?! Before I knew it, you two were keeping secrets from us?

I can’t believe Jun and Ibara left us out of it. This is a big deal, Nagisa-kun. It’s depressing to have secrets kept from me……!

Nagisa: …… I don’t think they were trying to leave us out, but if Hiyori-kun is sad then I am too.

…… Ibara, could you clarify?

Ibara: (Whispering) …… It’s Jun’s fault. I was procrastinating on telling you all so I could continue moving at my own pace a little while longer.

Jun: (Whispering) You threw the subject back to me, didn’t you? Can you not blame just me for once?

Ibara: …… Even if you ask me to explain, as I said before, this is not the best place to do so.

I’ll arrange a time for us to properly meet at the office at a later date.

Nagisa: …… I’ll be fine as long as Ibara tells me the time and date. What I want to know is what happened on New Year’s.

Jun: It’s not like it was a special event or anything.

I was going for a run on New Year’s and noticed the ES building lights were lit on the 18th floor.

I was curious and went to check it out and it turns out Ibara was working. So we just chatted for a bit.

Hiyori: You were training the day after SS, weren’t you Jun-kun? And Ibara, even though it was New Year’s you were working as usual!

Nagisa: …… I know you two were training, but I’d like it if you both took a break.

Ibara: Don’t concern yourself with it, Your Excellency. I was advised to rest at an appropriate time.

Jun: And after telling him that, this guy started hitting his keyboard with shocking speed.

…… Ah, could it be… 

Had you been preparing for that COMP shoot a while ago since the beginning of the year?

Hiyori: Ah… It was a sudden shoot, it had me wondering when it was even prepared. While the world was busy celebrating New Year’s, Ibara was busy laying groundwork wasn’t he?

Jun: He was saying it was a rough plan or something like that. If it’s to refine that, I guess he’s willing to give up his day off and work.

Nagisa: …… Ibara’s been moving around a lot. But, this has something to do with Chocolat Fes, right?

…… Does this mean the preparations Ibara’s been progressing through has something to do with our activities?

Ibara: Aah well, you have too many questions! I don’t particularly care at the moment so interpret it as you like.

Or rather, I said I would explain it another day, didn’t I? So no more questions! Denied!

Come on, let’s hurry up and get dressed! I’m arranging for a car to pick us up so no slacking!

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