#and decided to unleash the jokes and ideas that my like 2 friend who like anime previously suffered alone as though they were jesus christ

[imaybe5tupid]

Why bother? (Why bother?) It's gonna hurt me. (It's gonna hurt me.) It's gonna kill when- (Why bother!) -You desert me! (Gonna hurt me!)

Set after Nightmare. Laios is reminiscing and contemplating.

[junietuesday]

who are thseterius and bareleifdrjas?

anon you have zero idea what youve just unleashed. (this little parenthetical was writtten after everything else in this post but this is focusing on thesterius bc it just got SO LONG. barreleifdrias will have to wait </3)

ok so. hades video game 2018. you play as a dude named zagreus fighting to escape the ancient greek underworld but the point is that when you get to elysium, the two guys blocking your exit are theseus, the theseus of minotaur and ship and labors fame, only hes an annoying pro wrestling vibes egotistical blond (/derogatory /JOKE) dude, and the minotaur, the cannibalistic half man half bull monster in the labyrinth, only hes a chill honorable (hot) dude named asterius. and theyre best bros!!!! despite their meeting and the myth theyre most famous for being theseus killing the minotaur, asterius and theseus are now super best friends. theyre so unlikely but the respect for each other is clearly so deep. reason one why theyre compelling.

here they are btw. (via hades wiki)

and its like, theseus is so annoying that general fandom opinion is that hes the worst character in hades, in a “you love to hate him” playful way sometimes, or real hatred depending on which circles of the hades fandom you trawl, but hes Written to be disliked. even tho hes the hero of the original story, a hero among the ranks of like, heracles and that ilk. and meanwhile, everyone loves asterius bc hes such a bro, hes so chill and respectful and honorable, so many people think hes hot, people are like “dump theseus you could do so much better”, hes such a fan fave. even tho hes the monster of the original story, the villain!!! that role reversal is so so compelling!!!!!! hades didnt even change anything abt their backstories on paper but their personalities are what makes it a sort of roleswap. like theseus’ only redeeming quality is that he loves asterius so much, and asterius’ only real flaw is that hes so dedicated to theseus lmao

(all these dialogue images via @/hadesgamedialogue here on tumblr)

and its especially cool in hades bc its like, asterius, the minotaur, the one that everyone in the hades fandom loves way more, is an actual person. the minotaur is half man of course. theres so much thats added to the story of theseus and the minotaur overall by making asterius a person. but so very few stories take advantage of it. hades game first opened my eyes to the potential of asterius being an awesome character and i love it so much for it.

and THEN through menu stuff you eventually find out how the minotaur got such a high standing in elysium despite being a monster, fighting side by side w his killer-turned-bestie, adored by a crowd of cheering fans that watches your every fight, and especially constantly talked up by theseus himself. and as it turns out!!!!! after asterius died, he actually ended up in erebus. no surprise there, why shouldnt a half-animal monster end up in tartarus 2 electric boogaloo. but then when theseus died, he thought of asterius, and decided that since "their fame and glory were intertwined" (according to the in-game codex), if theseus deserved elysium for being part of the legendary theseus and the minotaur myth, surely asterius did too.

can you fucking imagine??? youre famous for killing a monster, you had an epic one-on-one fight to the death, but then when you get eternal paradise for it can you imagine thinking "hey what happened to the monster. hey what if he was a person. hey what if he was a person i could have join me in literal ancient greek heaven." and the codex says theseus almost certainly risked his own spot in elysium for it — the guy writing the codex would know, he tried to get his own boyfriend into elysium but ended up having to stay in hell in his boyfriend's place. but no theseus literally just got asterius into elysium, kept his own place there, and now theyre basically gladiator celebrities living(ish) their best lives(ish). THE SHEER ROMANTICISM OF IT.

like i was saying before asterius has always been a monster, but now the man who killed him is also the man who first saw him as a person...... a person worthy of paradise, a person worth saving, a person who gave him a glorious fight for the ages, a person. circling back around the roleswap thing, like a comment on one thesterius fic i read puts it, the player hates theseus bc of his in-game annoyingness, but learns to see him as a person through asterius' eyes, through asterius' high esteem of theseus and theseus' decent treatment of asterius. and at the same time, asterius has always been seen as a beast, but it was only through theseus' eyes and esteem and asterius was able to see himself as anything more.

AND THATS NOT EVEN ALL. this is all the backstory stuff, everything that takes place off-screen before the player even shows up. but zagreus (the player character) shows up and hes a polite guy so hes very nice to asterius bc asterius has been nothing but nice to him, even if they do have to fight often (bc asterius is both a miniboss on his own and the regional boss alongside theseus), its more like friendly and respectful sport than anything by the time they get to know each other. but theseus is constantly insulting zagreus bc of his own skewed sense of honor and dedication to the gods bc of theseus' own willful misunderstanding abt who zagreus is. that isnt super important but the point is, when theseus sees asterius, his bestie, being friends w zagreus, the guy he despises, guess what happens.

thats right. the "asterius is cheating on me 😭😭😭😭" arc. bc theseus is so sad and pathetic that he cant conceive of his bestie having any other friends. asterius Must be abandoning him to marry some other guy who is just so much nicer and cooler than him. and so theseus has a temper tantrum abt it. im bullying theseus rn bc hes a loser but also i dont like how relatable his feelings are during this arc.

if theseus sees asterius as a person worthy of love, then its also the same vice versa: asterius is the first person to see theseus as a real person Also Worth Love. hes not a monster, in fact hes a hero. he should be adored by all. and he does have his supporters in the arena! but do they like the real him? hes deeply annoying. he talks too much. hes desperately clingy to what friends he does have bc he just has so few of them. all of his relationships have ended Awfully, and it was his own fault for reacting so strongly and passionately to the things around him.

he and zagreus are actually kinda similar: theyre endlessly kind to people they deem worthy of it but also scathing to people they hate, theyre both accomplished warriors, theyre extremely stubborn (zag keeps trying to escape the underworld no matter how many times it takes, and theseus keeps meeting him and trying to stop him every time no matter how many times he loses), etc etc. but unlike theseus, zagreus is so charming and friendly. theseus tries so hard to be charismatic, but everyone flocks to be friends w zagreus after like a single conversation, and theseus only has asterius. so its very easy for this deeply insecure guy — no matter how he tries to cover it up by a massive ego and a constant barrage of insults toward zagreus — to believe that asterius might see zagreus as a way better version of him, and break up w theseus and go date zagreus instead. and zagreus does nothing to discourage this notion lmao. (honestly most hades players wouldnt have done anything to discourage this lmao. ive seen so many memes, such as this post, abt wanting asterius to just divorce theseus and "get himself a better man" and date zagreus already.)

and honestly its like, as zagreus himself says in a different dialogue, theseus took asterius up to elysium yes, but like, theseus also killed asterius in the first place, so they should be even. but its not just abt that for asterius. its abt how during their fight in the labyrinth, asterius got to at least experience once during his life what it meant to meet someone as an equal. its abt how theseus was the first person who saw him as a real person, not a mindless bloodthirsty beast. its abt how theseus took asterius to elysium, yes, giving asterius the chance to spread his wings and figure himself out and truly live, in a way he never would have been able to in erebus. its how theseus gave asterius the chance to experience friendship and love. so asterius, of course, doesnt gay divorce. he says this.

“he doesnt even understand it” and its literally so true. zag doesnt understand any of the things abt theseus and asterius being the only people to really understand each other and stay, despite everything repulsive abt the other, and be friends. i would bet the average player doesnt understand it either (see all the common hades fandom opinion “asterius dump theseus already”). but asterius understands it. he reminds theseus of this shared understanding. no matter what, no matter everything that should have come between them long ago, no matter anything that theseus fears might come between them now, asterius and theseus are a pair. its always theseus and the minotaur, their names together have gone down in legend. their theme song in hades is even called the king and the bull!!! bc theyre a matched set, theyre hero and villain, theyre inseparable, theyre gay.

also since theyre really just the regional bosses of zone 3 of hades (almost all of the contents of this essay are entirely missable), they get a cool new best friend battle move called the “counterstrike”, where asterius charges into theseus’ shield to create a shockwave, after they reconcile. to go along with their previously established bestie attack “bullhorn”, in which asterius picks theseus up and literally throws him at zagreus. theseus is such a dork he literally shouts “counterstrike!” and “bullhorn!” when they perform those moves like this is some kind of anime. gay wrath moments <3

tl;dr: thesterius is the ultimate ship of all time. thankyou

[alolanroy]

Watch thread 2022 Pt2

I accidentally deleted the first one, so this is August onwards.

ZZ gundam

This show was a bit of a mess but I enjoyed it. The tone kept shifting and it couldn’t decide how series or goofy it wanted to be. I loved the comedy in the first third with Judao and the gang doing shenanigans, but the middle was a bit of a slog until the return to space. I appreciate the new ideas and locations it introduced, but I can’t say I liked some of the cyber newtype stuff towards the end, though it finally explained a little bit more about them. Unfortunately if you average the high peaks with the valleys I think it lands at a 7.5/10

The Hunt for Red October

Never really felt the tension I think I was supposed to. I’m spoiled 6/10

Free Guy

I got more kicks guessing when certain stages of production were done based on props and references. For example, there is a copy of Dark Souls 2 for the XBOX360 on someones desk equidistant to late 2000′s L33t speak and the streamer Ninja. It feels more like a real movie than a lot of stuff these days. Still Just okay. 6/10

Sandman (2022)

Devoured the first arc in 24 hours. The tone, the music the production and needless to say the writing leaves you with an adaptation that feels authentic without having any knowledge of the original. I’ll remedy that in a while. Episode 5 is a tough watch though, as deliberate as it is. Episode 6 was fantastic though. Do wish we get more moodyness in the second season that had better happen. Final thoughts: IDK what makeup magic they did but Morpheus looks appropriately surreal. 8/10

The Batman

Good movie, but it didn’t blow my world. I like the way it ends a little more optimistically with his transition from vengence to hero. Interesting stuff. The Riddler nails the incel energy, but it isn’t the best to watch at times. I like this interpretation of Bruce as an emo loser who just wallows in himself. Good performances everywhere. 8/10

Krull

This is like a greatest hits album of boring fantasy movie tropes. 3/10

Ready Player One

Not as bad as I had hoped, but not funny bad. 5/10

Morbius

This feels more like a real movie to be honest and it was a fun watch with friends 5/10

Mission Impossible: Fallout

These movies continue to be good! 8.5/10

Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter

I thought this was a joke holy fuck maximalist storytelling is based. Its so well made, it has so many neat cinematography, action and flow. It churns out cool moments like nobody’s business. 9/10

Primal Season 2

Great show, everything I said about the first season applies. I found myself asking less of the hard questions or thinking quite so much about my distant ancestors, but it was fascinating almost seeing civilization spring up as the series went along. Primal theory in particular stands out for not just breaking up the formula, but also being a concise reiteration of the themes. My only gripe is that the ending feels abrupt. My assumption it was cut short since it looks like HBO max is going the way of the dinosaur. 8/10

Genesis of Aquarion

I feel like I gave this more than an honest shot because I have a fascination with post-evangelion mecha anime. At first it seemed like a mashup of getter robo three pilot action with a larger cast of pilots, and the first two episodes served up some interesting ideas and the kind of mysteries, imagery and cool character hooks I like from these things. However by episode 3 we stop getting that, and it is replaced by two characters, one of whom is clearly somebody’s fetish. I guess its a school anime now? but that gets dropped because in episode 4 its just training like 12 people and a LOT of feet stuff they have no intention of hiding the fetish for. I was hoping after that this show would be the fun kind of train wreck, but after 2-3 beyond that it just failed to hold my attention. I have no faith that any of the stuff that hooked me gets paid off. Rahxephon this ain’t. 5/10

Hot Wheels Unleashed.

Since I could only find 1 lobby with 3 people in it at 9pm on a Sunday I get the feeling this is a dead game. I can’t judge its multiplayer but I can judge everything else. The amount of paywalls, DLC and lootboxes is shocking. You even have to grind multiplayer for coins to unlock tracks for quick play. This is more skinner box than racing game. 2/10

Gundam Evolution (Launch)

Now I could say something interesting about how the character design encourages more dynamic mid-range gunfights, lack of melee options prevents slap-fights and how preventing additional characters behind a time gate to prevents the pro-genji problem. I could say something about how many of its design decisions are a response to Overwatch’s shortcomings. I will say that it is very fun. matchmaking is fast but not the best. Some matches can be steamrolls, but most of them felt like they came down to the wire. Its a little jankier and lower budget than overwatch but It makes me happy where it counts. Gif sprays, funny weapon ornaments. Very few of the character skins are interesting, which I didn’t expect. The currencies and battle pass system are the only real shortcoming. Its too obfuscated and feels kinda gross. Overall, I had a great time with friends and it’s fascinating to dissect. Its a little janky, but its better than any other current hero shooter, including what Overwatch has become. 8/10

Surf Nazis Must Die

Mostly unwatchable, but I’d like to see a remake since the concept of a old black lady with retro firearms out for revenge is too good to let die. 2/10

General Commander

Theres really nothing here. a boiler plate Geezer Teaser that had one stunt that made me think it might be something. 1/10

Thor: Love and Thunder

This is to Thor Ragnarok what Men in Black: International is to the original Men in Black. I felt nothing 3/10

Elvis (2022)

The greatest compliment I can give one of these music biopics is that it made me care about Elvis and even like his music. 8/10

Wing Commander

Objectively this isn’t that great, but it pushes my buttons like crazy. naval warfare in space, with planes and ftl logistics? Sign me Up! These things bring me joy, and not enough space movies do that anymore. 6/10, but 7/10 for me.

Babylon 5 rewatch 2022

HOLY MOLY. I enjoyed my first watch more since things were more of a suprise, but knowing where things are going is fun as well. Love Walter Koenig as Mr.Bester. 1st and 5th seasons are kinda rough though. 8/10 all things considered.

LOTR rewatch

I enjoyed this way more than my first viewing. I think maturing has helped me appreciate the artistry even more. My beautiful GF ended up loving the hell out of it. Turns out I watched the extended editions for my first viewing because I was confused when some of my favorite scenes were missing. Not much I can say that hasn’t been said. 9.5/10

MIB II

Not as bad as I remember. It still does the thing where sequels try to retread the gags that made the first one succeed to diminishing returns, but its flaws are out in perspective by Men in Black International. 4/10

Who Killed Captain Alex

Love for moviemaking permeates its being. The commentary adds an extra level of comedic punch and sets the fun movie watching tone for those who don’t usually engage with movies that way.. A real joy to watch with friends. 7/10

Torchwood Seasons 1-2

Its not good per-say, its more like a guilty pleasure watch than anything else. This show tries so hard to be cool and slick, but the overall execution just feels a bit try hard at times. By that I mean it tries to differentiate itself from Doctor Who by reminding you as often as possible that people have sex on this show, it gets tiring after a while. Most episodes are hit or miss and I hate that they kept trying to make the cheating subplot happen. Not touching the later seasons because they seem like different animals and they didn’t seem good when I saw them as they aired. 6/10

Guyver 2: Dark Hero

A better tone and one good fight at the end doesn’t make up for a dull movie, a bad soundtrack and baffling sound effect choices. The finniest part of the movie is a rhino monster that makes the cat screech sound effect anytime it does anything. 4/10

Kickassia

I can tell this was made with love and the occasional good joke survives poor delivery. Its dated as all hell, but I can see how it has nowhere to go but down. 4/10

G.I. Joe Retaliation

Gone is the campy toyetic action of the original. While the first didn’t do a great job of selling the fantasy of a multinational team of goofy action figure people teaming up with ocean bases and laser guns, the Joes have been reduced to just a generic Seal Team 6. This feels even more like post 9-11 American exceptionalism but without the gadgetry and camp, it has nothing. The only thing improved is Cobra Commander’s design. Overall this is a movie built to be ignored while watched. 2/10

Mortal Kombat 2021

Surprising in the sense that its pretty fun. The jokes land, the action is cool, the characters and the story is exactly what it needs to be. I want this to be the standard for video game movies going forward. The goofy lines from the games are integrated well enough to be good on their own. Kano is a highlight. Part of me wants more camp like the first MK movie, but I’m happy with what I got. 7/10

Romancylvaniaa Demo

Needs the polish and the sound design is a bit hard to swallow at the moment, but I can see the vision for the gameplay loop. This is a rare demo that actually feels like its still in active development. Fun to see behind the curtains in that sense.. Worried they might not get it shape for release, but we will see. Not going to rate it till then.

Snake Eyes: GI Joe Origins

I kinda wish it went a little farther in either the serious or camp direction. Action is neat enough and the plot is serviceable, but I think the drama could’ve been a bit more. I will say that it does a lot to ‘fix’ the origins for snake eyes into something a bit more complex and it resisted the temptation to make Snake Eyes white. 6/10

Project Nimbus

I think ZoE games don’t work for me, but occasionally charming moments and Ace Combat vibes are kinda drowned out by jank and blandness. At the end of the day it just isn’t fun to play. Default control options are just no fun, weapon switching is awkward and you end up switching perspective. This could’eve been resolved with a greater focus on velocity instead of strafing, less weapons and any feedback for the funnel system. It’s definitely a product of its time.  3/10

Dracula Untold

While I don’t think it is good per-say, I think its a bummer no one talks about this. As a castlevania fan, seeing Dracula go full dynasty warriors on a legion of turks is well worth the price of admission. surprisingly solid, but this franchise wen’t nowhere for a reason. 6.5/10

Constantine (2005)

Not bad 7/10

Pixels

Not as bad as I would have hoped. There were a few actual jokes, but overall the material was thoroughly wasted. The only thing more dissappointing is that I was stuck actually watching it since my two friends got in a A-B conversation as a defense mechanism against watching the movie. 3.5/10

Beast m Machines (3 random episodes)

A distinct step down from Beast Wars. The elephant in the room is that the Maximals look absolutely awful without exception regardless of mode. It really makes me appreciate the lengths the toys had to redesign them. The environments are samey and empty, but not in a way that builds the desolate industrial tone they were hoping for. The writing is probably on par in terms of episodic shenanigans, but removing the camp from the predicons just makes it all kinda dull. Its not cool or funny, its just there. 4/10

Ratatouille

Still a good movie. 9/10

Conan the Barbarian (1982)

Holds up pretty well. I was taken aback by how thoughtful and willing to be quiet this movie is with its storytelling. The bit with the tomb made a big impression on me as a kid and it still stands as one of my favorite movie moments. I especially like how much ‘guys being dudes’ this movie uses to make us really buy the comeradere. I’ll contrast that to modern movies that take that for granted or other fantasy like Krull that throws 10 billion characters at you and expects you to care because one of them makes jokes I guess. James Earl Jones kills it (but that goes without saying) and I’m suprised to say Schwarzenegger fits the role like a glove and is able to convey the character through his brand of action barbarian. 9/10

Oni (2022)

The stop motion is cute enough and I get the practical and stylistic considerations, but this just looked choppy and not terribly nice looking, but that comes down to the designs for most of the cast. In terms of story it talks down to its audience so low they must be in the basement. I’m not really in much of a position to talk about this from a representational standpoint but it felt like it was laying it on thick but also being weirdly shallow with its mythological elements without the creativity or fun. George Takei’s Tengu character is the most interesting but the majority of the characters look like a sticker sheet made by white people for 3rd graders. It’s for childeren at the end of the day, but in the most condescending way. It feels half hearted and doesn’t lean into that magic of stop motion. 2/10

Rider Time: Kamen Rider Zi-O VS Decade -7 of Zi-O! and  Rider Time: Kamen Rider Zi-O VS Decade -7 of Zi-O!

I have no words for how bonkers these two are. These are weird, even on Decade standards. They are a total blast though, make no mistake. The humor and just WEIRD moments keep you engaged and guessing though both of these. A personal favorite is a moment in the final battle where a character hears the results of an election with one vote, politely asks to leave and just walks out with excellent timing. The range and charisma shown by the Zi-O cast really shows how little material they were given in the main series. Certain actors squeeze more out of >5 minutes of screen time than a 50 episode series. 7/10

Hot Shots

I was consistently chucking throughout the whole thing, and in true airplane fashion, there's never not a gag to chuckle at. I should see if Charlie Sheen has done more comedy, his deadpan is great in this. I will say that the ‘mission’ in this movie is suspiciously similar to Top Gun Maverick...hmmm.... 7/10

Missing Link

This movie had no soul. I gained nothing and felt nothing. 1/10

Wendell and Wild (2022)

This movie has more style than it knows what to do with. The atmosphere,  aesthetics and humor are top notch. The artistry of the animation had me glued to the screen and reminded me of the power of stop motion. Anytime Key and Peele are on screen is a treat, and thats saying something considered the quality cast here. The only thing that holds this back is some questionable design choices that wander into racial characters and the captain-planet tier villains are kind of a double edged sword. Nice touch that even the demons respect pronouns. 8.5/10

Macross 7 Plus

Delightful pieces of comedy and character insight that still preserve some of the mystery in the characters. Otherwise pretty unsubstantial. 7/10

Macross 7 Encore

PEAK FICTION. I laughed, clapped and cheered for the last two episodes. They have to be some of the best Macross 7 content. The first episode isn’t as good but I appreciate the insistence on not actually clarifying anything. I will say no more. 9/10

Gasaraki

I’m having a hard time really coming to a conclusion about this anime. It has moments of brilliance but is just bogged down by poor structure and pacing. There is clearly a lot of effort on screen and the final few episodes are fantastic with incredibly high tension over grain embargos of all things. The problem is I feel a lot of this could have been interwoven and restructured for a more enjoyable watching experience. Chunks are just uninteresting and some small arcs just don’t go anywhere. For instance our main character goes AWOL multiple times, but the impact is lessened when only one of them was plot relevant, and the rest just kinda stop. Never more have I been tempted to re-edit something on my own. Ironically, it feels like a wheel spinning most of the time, but it just doesn’t stick the crucial landing in the last episode. I would like to shout out its gulf war aesthetics and interesting mixed media tricks. The effort of having many subtle changes in the opening, and completely different ones for a two episode arc did not go unnoticed. I have to say this but this is a 7/10, but deserves to have been much better.

Action Button Reviews: Boku no natsuyasumi

Since its 6 hours long and is about almost everything else besides what it reviews. I won’t elaborate much. I will say that this takes you places you wouldn’t expect and makes you want to call your relatives and say hello. 7.5/10

WHOOPS KINDA FORGOT ABOUT THIS FOR A FEW MONTHS: LIGHTNING ROUNG

Extreme Job

I haven’t laughed this much at a comedy in ages. In delivers on hit after hit of truly universal humor. If I had my way this would be a all-timer 9/10

Star Wars Tales of the Jedi

NGL I skip anything with Ashoka at this point. Dooku’s disenchantment is an interesting idea they utterly bungle. More importantly, why does Yaddle speak normally?? 5/10

Star Wars Visions

Theres like 3 good shorts in here, but even trigger couldn’t fully execute on the premise. I like the idea of wildly alternate takes with the potential to go back to the samurai roots of Star Wars, but this ain’t it. If this came out parallel to the Animatrix and Halo Legends it apes it would still seem dated with its ‘japanese-ey’ energy that feels like like studio notes were written by people who still refer to Asia as the orient. Overall the creativity flatlined for more than half of these. 6/10

Guardians of the Galaxy Christmas Special.

This made me remember why I liked these characters. The effortless comedy and chemistry of the cast just kinda dicking around is something I would watch for hours. 8/10

Blaster Master Zero

I want to like it but most of the executions is just kind of mid. The biggest game design failure is having enough of the cool mini-dungeons have nothing in them, which de-inscentivises exploration and completion. As a result I didn’t feel compelled to unlock the last world and true ending even though some of the power ups were cartoonishly unbalanced in a fun way. Also, having kinda bad stealth dungeons for the last world made me just want to get it over with and soured the experience. Cute frog. 7/10

1899

I was underwhelmed by the mystery component of this mystery series. It pulls off a ‘it was all a dream’ tier ending that leaves questions for a season 2 that feels like it won’t remember all the threads. Themes didn’t seem as fleshed out as they could have and didn’t really carry any weight with the ending in mind. 6/10

Troll

Godzilla 1998 but for Norway. I ended up having fun. 7/10

999

Holy shit the story is backloaded. Not all of my questions were answered but can’t wait to play the next one 9/10

Destiny 2: Season of Plunder

This is one of the weaker seasons in recent memory. Storywise the drama doesn’t really go anywhere besides the one beat it had with the reveal of Mithrax’s past. I almost feel like its been overshadowed by the new season only 3 days in. The whole community event was just funny in how much of a failure it was. Considering how nothing the upgrades to the Eliksni quarter were, I’m glad I helped cheese it. Overall, I’m kinda bored of the model where we get a new 6/3 man activity every now and then. I also want a cash prize for getting the title before they fixed the ridiculous requirements. I will never tough expedition again. 6/10

Knife or Death

I went in with 0 expectations and got a real treat. This was a perfect watch with my partner. For some reason the combination of American Ninja Warrior but with the most oddball group of contestants is a recipe for a good time. 8/10

Bullet Train

A friend who saw a test screening told me to be on the lookout for this one and boy I was satisfied! 7/10

Bad Guys

Wow, they made a Tarantino movie for kids. Great dialogue and Lupin action. Its still a kids movie at the end of the day, but c’mon. 7.5/10

The Game Awards 2022

I didn’t feel horribly cynical leaving this, so thats a start 6/10

Star Wars Rise of the Resistance

Kinda neat, but some of the effects work better than others 7/5/10

Zardoz

Nothing could have prepared me for the first 5 minutes of this film. Going into it I knew nothing besides the visuals of Sean Connery’s outfit and the head, so I had no idea what to expect from the actual story. The few twists were good enough and I appreciate the direction it went, but at the end of the day, my tolerance for 70′s movie pacing makes me rate it about a 7/10 overall. Fascinating to watch.

Attack on Titan Part 1 (2015)

Wow, where to start. The premise is baffling, the last half hour is the worst day-for-night I’ve ever seen, the homoeroticism is made into incest by the twist, it has the sex-positivity of a Reagan era slasher and the action is terrible looking. Where do I start? I get this was in production before the anime, but the titans have the distinct look of an internet short Corridor Digital would make in a weekend. The comping is all over the place and the practical stuff like the Colossal Titan puppet or the fighting titan either hide the cool stuff behind bad CG steam or are shot and presented in the worst light imaginable. I’m fine with the changes to the premise, but the confusing part is that instead of just casting everyone as Japanese actors, they completely change most of the characters with white names into weird OCs? Wouldn’t it just be easier to change their names and call it a day? I’m so confused by this movies decisions and astounded by the poor technical execution. 4/10.

Attack on Titan Part 2

This sequel was far less interesting by the virtue of being kinda better. The twists are still dumb and the decisions are questionable, but I can’t bring myself to hate it. Its the kind of movie you can skip through and not miss much. 5/10

Pinocchio 2022

Didn’t light my world on fire but I’m glad I saw it. A GDT film to a T, but part of me wishes it had a little more ohmf. Probably the most fascists I’ve seen in an adaptation of Pinocchio by a wide margin. 7/10

Sonic Prime

Sonic Boom may have raised the bar too high. Can we give the multiverse a rest now? I’d score lower but Frogey had a pirate eyepatch in one scene. 3/10

Azure Striker Gunvolt 3

This game is so close to being amazing but has so many little things holding it back that just add up. I originally dislike Kirin in the promotional material since I wanted to play as GV, but I ended up really loving Kinin’s gameplay, maybe more than I ever liked GV. However, they addressed this concern in the worst way possible. switching between Kirin and GV feels overcomplicated and GV trivialized the game to the point I self imposed just not that half of the characters overloaded kit. On the positive side, diagonal aiming feels like it should have been here all along and the mechanic of jumping towards tagged enemies is top tier. The story is where it gets a little mixed. I can’t say what was the localization and what isn’t but I know I don’t like the primal dragon timeskip or the weird apologism for the evil zaibatzu. It feels like it ollies out of all the cool plot threads and characters in favor of a new one with magic dragons. The new cast is great and I love the way they were allowed to interact with other stages and each other. Dialogue got a few good chuckles, but my biggest gripe is that they call Kirin’s talismans ‘fetters’ for some reason. Post game support is a little odd. On one hand, the dlc is as lame as it gets, just new abilities (normal ones in game are random drops) but the extra modes and villain campaign will have me coming back. Its not the greatest but I give it a charmed 7.5/10

[widow-maximov]

I'll be your knight

Pairing: Natasha x Fem Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, angst, smut.

Summary: Dealing with sexism is a real struggle but eventually a line is crossed and anger is unleashed.

A/n: This is my first time writing smut so hopefully it's good enough :3

Word count: 3.5k

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Being an Avenger isn't easy, especially for any women that join the life style of a hero. You had to put up with sexist comments all the time, most of the time it didn't really bother you but the more you heard random men talking about your best friend like she was some toy, the more it annoyed you.

The comments towards you stopped when you were recruited by Tony Stark, there was some level respect for you and you kind of liked it.

You had some issues with opening up to the team but when Wanda, showed you they are harmless, you slowly opened up more and more as you knew that they were going to be your new family from now on.

Everyone on the team warned you about the one particular redhead but you didn't listen, you wanted to be her friend, she looked scary but is an actual softie, but only around you.

It took time for the Russian to even greet you when she saw you but for you it was worth it, you respected her and always been there for her when she had no one to turn to.

She warmed up to you as she saw the security you were offering her, and you never backed down from your offer, she wasn't keen on your presence but had to learn to accept it.

Even if she didn't trust you fully, that was okay. You trusted her with everything because you knew she was a human just like you and no doubt needed someone to lean on.

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You walked around, exploring the place that now it was your new home, you never saw anything more fancy than this place, the room you were staying in was more than enough for 4 people.

Your own tv along with your own big walk in closet and your own bathroom, literally a five star hotel, you didn't complain at all, you were just shocked at how spacious this all was.

Each room was bigger than the other and it was starting to get all confusing, when you left the room, you would get mixed up with the way you walked in.

You loved it but at the same time you hated it, you accidently bumped into the Russian, she looked sweaty in her work out clothes and you stared at her with awkwardness.

She eyed you and cleared her throat, attempting to walk past you and continue where she was going but you stopped her "I'm sorry to disturb you but I just want to know where I can find the gym"

You rubbed your neck awkwardly "I- um- I tried searching everywhere but I'm lost"

Usually when people stutter around Natasha, it meant they were obviously attracted to her but with how you stood and looked away from her just showed her that you were afraid of her.

She didn't smile or anything "Walk straight until you reach the end of the hall and turn left"

You looked at her but she was already on her way so you shouted "Thank you!"

You made your way with her instructions of where to go, she knew how to hide her emotions but it was totally shocking for you how she never had a smile across her lips.

This was your first real conversation, not the hello's or goodbye's. It was a proper conversation, well kind of a proper but it was a start and that's what made you happy.

Second encounter with the redhead was a lot better, the two of you actually had a normal conversation in the morning, you were barely awake so coffee was your way of helping with that.

Walking into the kitchen, not really expecting anyone up early this morning, but the sight of the yawning Russian met your eyes, you smiled at her the best you could as you turned to make yourself a coffee.

"You know there is a coffee maker here?" Her naturally raspy voice spoke which caused you to look at her.

"Yeah I seen it but I have no idea how to use it" You confessed, you weren't embarrassed, you just weren't that fancy to ever own one or even be around one.

She turned around without a word and pulled out a cup, placing it underneath the little nozzle and within seconds the coffee poured out, she took the cup and placed it down as she slid it towards you.

You looked at her and then back at the coffee "Thank you Natasha"

She nodded as she sipped on her own drink "Since you are the only person who is up right now, you mind taking a look at this report, I'm not really sure what it means"

You was taken back, she was asking you for help? Shouldn't she know all of the reports like the back of her hand? She noticed your silence "Or you don't have to, I'll probably figure-"

"No, no I have nothing to do today so I don't mind helping" You smiled and took the coffee with you as you followed her into the room where she had a loads of reports laid out.

You looked at all of them "You know you can work on two reports at a time?"

She nodded "I know but the more I do within a certain time, the less I have later on"

You nodded as you sipped your warm coffee, it was very different to what you were used to, but this was definitely easier to get used to. It was the first time Natasha spent more than 2 minutes with you and you were more than happy to accept that.

So from that time, the two of you worked every morning with each other on reports, you learnt so much from her and in some way she learnt more about you rather than from you, she was impressed by your calmness with her constant questions.

To be fair you wanted to open up to the Russian, she had that safety vibe coming of her and you knew that she would never betray you or your trust that you put in her.

The mornings spent on reports also turned into evenings and soon there was movies every other day, she loved horror movies but you on the other hand loved action movies, there was plenty of action as a hero of the world but it never was enough.

She started to show herself around you more often and you really liked how you could make her laugh with simply couple words. She loved how close she gotten to you and how you trusted her with everything.

She had some doubt but you were always to reassure her, she was thankful for it each time, so in return she would ask you questions about yourself and you never hesitated for a moment to tell her.

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But the problem was that not everyone saw it like that, they saw her for her body but not for her heart which is one of many reasons to why she was slow at opening up.

It angered you that people didn't want to treat her like anyone else, just because she was gorgeous didn't automatically make her less of a human.

Today was one of those days where you were busy, like busy busy, overloaded with bunch of reports that needed to be sorted before the next day, so you spent your whole day in you room, you glared at the clock on the wall.

You was doing this for 6 hours straight, no breaks so you decided to just do that. You stood up and stretched out, walking out of your room without anyone around, it did ignite curiosity in you so you walked around cautiously to see what was the deal.

Three of your teammates with two random agents were placed on the couch in the living room, trapping Natasha in between them, from her body language she didn't want to be there.

Bruce and Bucky along with Steve seem to laugh at the agents jokes, you moved closer to the door as you listened to what they were saying.

"Come on Natasha, you should do that power pose and show off that body" One of the agents spoke up as they eyed the Russian.

The other agent tried to move closer to her but hesitated, knowing she could easily tackle him "You can't let that body go to waste"

The anger was raising as words spilled out of their mouths, why didn't Steve stop them? Did he really think that as well?

"I was near to tapping that ass but you know women" Bruce made a comment as he laughed along with the agents.

"If she dyed her hair blonde, the amount of jokes we could make then" Bucky smirked as he spoke loudly.

Natasha was just taking in all of the comments, you could see across her face that she didn't enjoy it at all, so she stood up and what they did next made you finally act.

They all looked at her ass and whistled "Romanoff, you should dance for us, show off those curves"

"I am a little hungry as well, you might as well move that pretty ass of yours and make us something to eat" One of the agents spoke up as he laughed.

You walked in as you raised your brows at the 5 men sitting and eyeing Natasha as a piece of meat, you pulled her into you causing her to jump a little but relax when she realised it was you.

They all looked at you and the other agent smirked "Are yous going to put on a lesbian show for us?"

Now you wasn't just unimpressed but also pissed, you pulled yourself away from the Russian as you stepped forwards in front of Natasha "Listen here you little dick, If I hear that you even looked at Natasha in any way, I will fucking haunt you and make sure you don't live to see tomorrow"

His friend was terrified, he gulped when you looked at him "As for you, I want you to go and make her a fucking five star meal and if it's not good, I swear to god you'll regret being born"

He shook his head so fast as he stood up but you stopped him with your powers "You want a show? I will fucking give you a show"

You gripped his face, squishing his cheeks very firmly, your hand started to glow blue as you made him hallucinate that he was in pain, from the fact that he couldn't move and he felt as if his skin was being peel off he only could scream.

You looked at the 4 men who looked very terrified of you, your eyes had flames and you wasn't going to go easy, on neither of them "If any of you ever comment anything sexist or inappropriate about any woman, including Natasha. I will make your life a living hell"

"Do yous understand?"

They shook their heads and scattered away from you as fast as they could, you let go of the dude in front of you, he looked weak but he gotten up so fast that you could swear he had powers as well.

You turned towards Natasha, worried "Are you okay? Did they touch you?"

You looked her up and down as you made your way towards her, she shook her head with a small smile. You pulled her into a hug as a single tear slid down Natasha's face.

You pulled away as you wiped that tear off with your thumb "Why didn't you act Nat?"

"What's the point? It wont stop them from saying what they want Y/n/n"

The pain in your heart was strong at the words, how could any woman not be scared of what could happen if they do protest against men.

You cupped her face as you looked into her eyes "Natasha Romanoff, I promise you that I will protect you from their filthy mouths"

She smiled, this time it met her eyes which caused you to smile. You crushed on Natasha for a long time and promised yourself that when the time was right you would tell her but each time it was harder to do so.

Her and Bruce at the time were something but when she decided to break it off, you were there for her you told her she didn't need to tell you the reason to why she decided that but reassured her that it was probably a good reason to do so.

Now you are holding her face as her eyes are locked with yours, you could feel those butterflies in your stomach raise up "I will be your knight in casual clothes because armour isn't my style"

She laughed with her whole heart, causing you to laugh as well "Gosh I love you.."

You froze at her words, and so did she, her eyes widen at her words but she knew there was no way out of this so she pulled her sleeve and started to fidget with it.

Your hands were on her face but dropped at those words, you stood still trying to understand what just happened, she continued as she looked down "I hope that's okay but I love you Y/n"

You couldn't believe your ears, the woman who always had trouble opening up, right now was vulnerable with her whole heart to you and you was stuck, frozen as you stared at her.

"I never had anyone stand up for me the way to did today, I started to realise that I had feelings that one day when you were near to death on that mission" She was still fidgeting with her sleeve.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same way but you just needed to know.." She confessed, she was standing in front of you holding her heart out in her hands, offering you to take it.

You smiled whole heartily as you looked into her eyes when you pulled her face by her chin "It's more than okay Tasha"

Your hands dropped to her hips as you pulled her in closer to you "Because I love you too"

That look in her eyes, you could see that she had those butterflies too, her eyes locked with yours, she tilted her head slightly to the side and crashed her lips against yours.

Her hands were placed on the back of your neck pulling you deeper into her kiss, you slowly backed her into the wall and when her back hit the wall, she gasped which you used the opportunity to slide your tongue inside her mouth.

The kiss became heated real quick, forgetting that the two of you were still in the public place, only when someone cleared their throat, make the two of you look where the sound came from.

Natasha hid her face in the crook of your neck as she quietly laughed at how awkward that is, you pulled yourself away from her as you looked in the direction of Tony, who looked at you with pure disgust.

"As if you never done this, but sorry you had to witness..." You rolled your eyes at him at first but looked over at Natasha who was still leaning on the wall "This"

She smiled as she intertwined her hand with yours and tugged it to pull you out of the living room, the two of you made it to her room but it wasn't long before you reclaimed her lips with your own.

This time it was a little bit more gentle, you backed her up to the bed as the back of her leg hit the bed frame, before you pushed her back and claimed on top of her.

The only light was the moonlight that was shining through the blinds, you kissed her passionately and redirected your kisses down to her neck, she moved her face to the side giving you more access to her neck.

You left marks as you slightly stank your teeth in but sucked the spot right after, earning a few small moans from the redhead beneath you, she was slowly turning into a mess but she managed to slightly pull you away.

"Don't you have a lot of work?" She asked a little worried but lust was more visible.

"It can wait" You declared as you looked into her eyes "Are you sure you want this?"

She smiled at you being caring and asking for consent "I want this детка (baby)"

You smirked as you placed a soft kiss on her lips and returned to her neck, giving it a couple more kisses and slowly moving down, the only thing that stopped you was the material of her clothes.

She slightly lifted herself off as you pulled her shirt off, exposing her upper body, you looked at her in admiration, her eyes had slight doubt across them but you were quick to reassure her.

"You are beautiful Tasha" You meant every word that came out of your mouth.

There was a blush across her cheeks as she smiled at you, your hand reached for the back of her bra as you unhooked it and pulled it off her.

You took couple of seconds to admire the view before attaching your mouth to her nipple, she bit her bottom lip to prevent her from moaning.

Your free hand glued itself to the other breast, giving it the same amount of attention as your mouth did, you moved your lips to her ear as your hand kept playing with her now hard nipple.

"I want to hear you Natty" You whispered into her ear and with that Natasha moaned into your ear causing a small smirk to settle on your lips.

You continued to kiss down her body until you reached the bottom of her stomach, you looked up at her to see if she was okay, she nodded to give you the confirmation.

You pulled her shorts off along with her underwear, exposing the bottom half of her body, you could smell her arousal which only fuel you on.

You teased her as you kissed her inner thigh, leaving marks there as well, you would from time to time lock eyes with her. You moved closer to her pussy, teasing her with your tongue causing some frustrated moans to escape her mouth.

Her hips would buck as you would teasingly lick her wet folds, she looked down at you as her eyes were consumed with lust "Please Y/n! Just fuck me already"

That's all you needed to hear before you attached your mouth to her dripping pussy, giving her clit the attention first as the more louder moans escaped her mouth.

You gripped her with your hands as your tongue worked it's magic against her hard clit, she was gripping the bed sheets as moans were spilling out of her lips, not caring if anyone heard.

You moved one of your hands as you slipped one of your fingers inside her and without letting her adjust you started to thrust into her, the feeling of pleasure was building up quickly in the bottom of her stomach with each thrust.

"Oh god" Those were the only words she managed to choke out, she was soaked which stoked up your own arousal along with her moans.

Her hips were quick to match your pace as you thrusted, bringing her closer and closer, you pushed the second finger inside and this time you curled the two fingers, hitting her spot all over again.

One of her hands gripped your arm as her nails dug into your skin, the other hand was still tightly gripping the bedsheet, her head was thrown back as you came up to her face.

Your pace of your fingers never slowing down but thrusting harder and fast "Let me show you how you should be treated instead darling.."

You kissed her lips as she moaned, you moved back down as you felt her walls tighten, knowing she was about to cum. You pushed your fingers even deeper into her, her breathing was heavy letting out low and loud moans.

You watched as the orgasm consumed Natasha with your name falling freely from her lips, you slowed down your thrusts to let her ride out her orgasm, holding her steady pulling your fingers out of her as you licked her clean, and moved back up to her lips.

Kissing her as she slightly moaned at the taste of herself into the kiss, you pulled away from her as she was still breathing heavily, staring into your eyes with a smile.

"Now it's your turn" She spoke in between breathes.

You shook your head "Not today darling, today's focus is you.."

You stripped yourself naked as you pressed your warm body against Natasha, glaring at the marks you left and holding her tight in your arms as she slowly calmed down from her high.

You were sure in this moment that you wanted to hear her moan your name till the rest of your life, it was the music to your ears and you didn't want it any other way.

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[1kook]

kissanime & foreplay

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 wc; 8.2k

notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isn’t a 1kook fic unless there’s smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!! 

HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! 🥺💜

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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. There’s no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, you’re twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You don’t have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. There’s a bathtub—something you haven’t had the pleasure of using during college—and a fairly open living space. There’s so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.

The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.

And of course, Doyeon.

Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why she’s going to be stuck living at her parent’s house for at least a couple more years.

Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasn’t the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadn’t been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, they’d let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.

The reason it became an issue for her now is because it’s poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.

So now she’s taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you don’t mind accepting Doyeon’s weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.

Jungkook’s supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesn’t ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You weren’t in college anymore, so you didn’t have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, it’s mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.

However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, he’s started coming over every Saturday night to make sure you’re still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and it’s currently week four.

He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, you’ve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you don’t really care. It’s become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you don’t mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didn’t watch the documentary?

Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises you’ll pick the next one so you’ve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.

Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.

It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.

Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaints— well, no complaints towards Jungkook’s terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue —Jungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.

You’ve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isn’t bad— if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.

Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and you’d do anything to keep him to yourself.

After long deliberation, you’ve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.

He sends you a text when he’s outside your building, and five minutes later there’s a rap against your door.

“Hi,” you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. He’s got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But he’s also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.

You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadn’t seen at his hip. “Mailman gave me this,” he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. “Since when did you start buying sex toys?” he asks rather loudly in the hallway.

You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. “They’re not mine!” you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, it’s for you. Couldn’t there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?

With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. “It’s okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like you’re actually embarrassed to be caught buying toys— you’re not. You’re embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply can’t put to use. “Whatever,” you sigh, “your gross popcorn is in my bedroom and it’s probably stale.”

He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. “Bring the box, gorgeous,” he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.

You groan loudly. “It’s not mine!” you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.

Not only do you have no idea what’s in this package, but you’re frankly not too keen on finding out. You’re more interested in Jungkook’s reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.

Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.

“What the hell is this?” he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.

You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. “KissAnime,” you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.

“Baby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,” he says. “And what even are these?” he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. “Animated teacher porn?”

By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook… only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. “What? You wanna watch hentai now?” you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.

Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. “No,” he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. “I am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,” he says rather matter-of-factly.

You snort, repeating, “a woman teacher,” mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. “Silence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.” Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.

You’re beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesn’t make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First it’s the quality of the frames, and then it’s the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode you’re considering breaking up with him.

“Oh my god,” you groan, tearing yourself away from him. He’s all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, you’d be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but you’re about two seconds from ripping his head off. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,” you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. “You gotta shut up.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I have to shut up?” he asks in a scandalized tone. “You sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.”

At this rate you’re getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkook’s existence.

“Who actually watches those anyway?” he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. “Really?” he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.

You snort. “You are such a baby,” you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. “What? Can’t handle seeing some anime titties?”

Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. “They’re just weird,” he admits. “And make unrealistic faces.”

“Unrealistic,” you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. There’s an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. “Just because you can’t get those faces out of me doesn’t mean they’re unreal.”

The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. “First of all, I can get you like that,” he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. “In fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so let’s not say anything too drastic now, okay?”

His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. “Oh, you can make me all stupid like this?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Yes.”

“Uh huh,” you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. That’s fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Why don’t you prove it to me, Jungkookie?” you purr, before pulling away.

His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.

The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one he’s had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.

Honestly speaking, you don’t doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact you’re rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.

“Hm?” you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. “Are you scared I’m right and you’re wrong?”

A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until you’re shivering against him. “Oh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,” he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. It’s too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.

With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. “Have a little faith in me,” he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.

Suddenly, he’s drawing back. “Kook?” you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.

He flashes you a smile. “Go on,” he says, arms behind his head. “Show me how to get you like that.”

“By myself?” you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.

The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkook’s way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.

The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. “Mmh,” you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkook’s eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.

A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. “Wanna take these off for me?” he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.

You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until you’re on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. “Stay like this for me,” he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. He’s got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, it’s only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. “That’s my girl,” he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.

There’s this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him you’re reminded of every position he’s ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you don’t grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriend— now what?

A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.

His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesn’t brush your hand off, doesn’t shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.

You groan, head rolling from side to side. “Don’t be so soft with me,” you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. “Push me around like that one time, you know I like it.”

Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. He’s got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. “Need me to be mean to you, baby?” he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. “Want me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?” You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. “But isn’t this better?” he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. “Slow... and so easy.”

“Kook,” you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you can’t, because he’s knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead you’re left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. “F-Faster,” you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.

The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. You’re left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. “It’s enough,” you cry, your entire body shivering.

Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. He’s got this glint on his eyes, like he’s thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.

As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.

The moment you see it, it’s like you’re transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know he’s going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know he’s going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkook’s teasing antics, he’s snatching up the box.

“The Bullet Bestie,” he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, there’s a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but you’re not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.

“Baby,” you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. “We can look at it another time,” you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. “Why don’t you finish off here?” you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.

Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.

“No,” you say slowly, sitting back up, “no, no,” you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. You’re barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. He’s fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. “Kook, please just make me cum,” you gasp.

There’s a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. “Look at my girl,” he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. “Where’s that smartmouth now?”

“Jungkook,” you try to warn. But there’s no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. “Baby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just please—“

A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. “W-Wait,” you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. “No-please.”

His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. “Hey pretty girl, does it feel good?” he husks out, kissing just below your ear. “Aw fuck,” he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, “can’t even see if you’re making that stupid face right now.”

You are, but you don’t even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You don’t doubt you look like those silly ads you’d laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.

It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. It’s so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkook’s name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.

The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and you’re just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.

The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until he’s got those same hands cupping your breasts. “Did you like that?” he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. “Mm,” Jungkook sighs, “my pretty girl was so good for me, wasn’t she?”

Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. “Kook,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. “W-Wait,” you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.

“Shhh,” he soothes, tweaking your nipples. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You can’t relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. “That’s it,” he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.

Just as you’re beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkook’s caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. “Bet you could come again now,” he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. “Bet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. There’s a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.

“Come on,” he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattress— Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.

When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. “Crybaby, crybaby,” he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. “Lemme see those tears, baby,” he purrs.

He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. It’s embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.

Jungkook’s body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before he’s suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.

“God,” you groan, knocking your foot against his side. “Just fuck me already,” you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkook’s fat demon cock inside of you.

He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him can’t touch. “Can’t,” he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.

Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, he’d eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.

The most adventurous you’d ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.

“Kook,” you whine childishly.

Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. “I can’t, baby,” he says, almost pained. “I gotta clean you up first,” he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, he’s diving face first into your cunt.

But the biggest surprise doesn’t come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. “No, no,” you yelp immediately, “I-I‘ll break you,” you cry, trying to escape from his hold.

From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkook’s face. It’s a look that loudly says don’t you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. “Jungkook,” you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. “I’m, I’m,” you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. “I’ll break you,” you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. “I-I’ll—“

He pulls off with a pop. “Fuck my face, baby,” he says, as if he hadn’t heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. “You got that?”

You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriend’s handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before he’s reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. They’re still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. “B-But what if—“

“You won’t,” he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, “come on, pretty girl.”

The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.

For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. “Fuck my face, sweetheart,” he whispers, “drag that pretty cunt all over me until I can’t breathe.” A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassing—like I love you—there’s a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkook’s nose.

“O-Oh,” you cry, and that’s all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him he’s a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt you’ll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like he’s nothing but a toy. “Kook, Jungkook,” you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.

It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. You’re not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt you’d ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).

But, this moment…

The power was quickly going to your head. “Fuck,” you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.

It doesn’t help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. It’s ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. “Mmmf,” you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. “N-No,” you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. “There, there,” you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.

Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you weren’t so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.

It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until you’re coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess he’d claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adam’s apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. He’s looking up at you like you’re some mythical goddess and he’s but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkook’s mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. He’s still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. “D’you like it?” he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. “I saw it, y’know,” he says suddenly.

“Saw what?” you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.

Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks he’s crazy, but you’re suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkook’s drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadn’t done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, he’s kissing you softly. “That stupid face,” he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. “That weird, now realistic face,” he tacks on.

You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. “Hey,” you call, “don't you wanna cum too?”

He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. “Nah,” he says, cuddles closer into you. “Rest now, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “I can feel your dick against my thigh,” you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. “Fuck me.”

He groans against your collarbone. “No, you’re tired,” he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when he’s riled up. “Sleep.”

With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. “Fuck me, Jungkookie,” you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. “Use my body,” you suggest, “I’m yours anyway.”

His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. “Don’t say that,” he sighs, “makes me wanna do very mean things to you.”

You smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, don’t you know that?” Another groan, his head falling forward until he’s hiding in your neck. Still, there’s movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. There’s a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when he’d managed to get you to sit on his face. “Inside, Jungkookie,” you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. “Good boy.”

Despite your earlier belief that you’d never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. “No,” he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. “I can’t.”

You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. “That’s it,” you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. “Do you like this pussy?” you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.

Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. “Yes,” he pants, “s-so wet… creamy.”

“Yeah?” you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. “It’s yours.”

“Ffffuck,” Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. He’s breathing harshly now, and it’s taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night he’d given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, it’s the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. “Mine,” he growls, bucking his hips into you. “You’re mine, baby, mine,” he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. It’s painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.

He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. “Fuck,” he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. “That was evil.”

You laugh, pulling him closer. “As evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?” you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know it’ll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but it’s worth it.

“It’s called building the scene,” he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. “I was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot it’s name.”

“Rude,” you snap, “it’s called KissAnime.”

“And fore-play,” he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.

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epilogue 

Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie she’d gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesn’t pay for that. 

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[zodiyack]

Being Married To Henry’s Characters Would Include...

Requested by @cuisinequeen​: Hi, I love your work. I was just wondering if you could do a headcanon for being married to Clark Kent/Geralt/Sherlock Holmes/Napoleon Solo

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader, Geralt of Rivia x Reader, Sherlock Holmes x Reader, Napoleon Solo x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, some references, trashy writing lol

Note: This doesn’t include all of his characters, so my apologies if I misled you with the title. Not all that confident in the HCs so sorry about that too

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @simonsbluee​, @darling-i-read-it​, @fandom-puff​, @thewarriorprincessxo​, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow​, @maan24​, @beckster07890​, @missihart23​

Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist

Clark Kent

You know he’s superman, therefore, you gotta expect the unexpected

Kiss: Level 100

helping him keep his identity secret isn’t always easy-

you wanna kiss him even when he’s superman but fuck you need him to remain undetected

but you manage

Little hc of the first few months after getting married:

Clark comes home late after a fight you see on tv

you turned it off before anything else happened, too worried already

he’s beat up

your eyes are red and puffy with tear stained cheeks as you stand and cross your arms.

you bet your ass there were cuddles that night.

Later into the marriage, he still scares you like that, but you’ve grown somewhat used to it and wipe the tears away

He’s protective of you too though

Aight sorry, but the gif is making me addicted to Henry kisses so Imma say it again,

best fucking make out sessions ever

yes, I’m gonna say that for all four.

fuck it, Clark!Kisses HCs

they’re soft half the time, needy the other half

if he comes home from superman duties or you have a run-in with a villain, so on so on, his kisses are rougher, needier, more possessive

bitch, he just needs you to know he’s still alive 🥺😢

Henry in glasses really do be hittin tho.

Stealing his glasses

Calling him a nerd because of the glasses

Probably making it a small joke about superman

Especially with oblivious friends

“I think superman’s a nerd.” “why??” “I just do.”

Having to stifle your laughs every time someone gushes about superman in front of him

Clark has to hold you back so you don’t unleash your wrath of fucking doom upon some oblivious woman who wrote about superman in a news article

She wrote things that would make you jealous, like talking about how she’s curious to his personal life *wink wink* and stuff- you don’t just have a raging fury because someone writes about him

Superman this hoe

You’ve made jokes about how he has to take his ring off when he’s superman, but he’s got a feeling that you’re actually not kidding at all

Exercising with Clark

Cursing him out in breathy pants for being more athletic and cheating with his “alien powers”

he just laughs at you

Ah, the difficulty have having a husband with two identities

When you rant about your husband, it’s so hard not to fuck up and say something about being married to Superman

Forgetting that you’re one of the few who knows his identity

Basking in pride because you’re one of the few who knows his identity

One time, Clark forgot to take his ring off and the person he rescued had known him personally.

He asks where he got the ring-

“What ring?”

“The one on your finger. The wedding ring.”

It felt like his stomach dropped...if that makes sense-

Clark ended up making some random story about finding it on the same plane the guy he rescued was on and that he put it on so he wouldn’t lose it.

The guy still thought he was pretty sus, “why was it on your wedding ring finger then?” but let him off after some time

The guy gave it back to Clark in person, but you had no idea what happened,

so when he gave him the ring, you were watching with the most confused look Clark had ever seen

thankfully, he played it off well and informed you later

He forgot to take off his wedding ring? You “secretly” fist bumped the air- ...he totally saw you though

Geralt Of Rivia

I don’t think Geralt really expected to get married

Jaskier didn’t either-

He’s the only one who stands when the priest asks if anyone doesn’t accept... only to ask how the fuck Geralt got lucky enough to get you

Everyone laughed but Geralt, he just grunted and looked away with a lil’ bit o pink tinting his cheeks

You demand he lets you go on adventures with him

You also wash him after adventures

wink wonk ;)))

Geralt is a stubborn thing

You’re a stubborn thing

Y’all love each other

When I say that Geralt is a confusing husband-

I mean that he confuses the fuck out of you

“don’t do that”

“okay”

few minutes later

“I thought you were doing that-”

“You told me not too...?”

“I don’t recall. Do whatever.”

Minutes later.

“What the fuck!?! Don’t do that!”

He’s hard to read and it bugs you

However, it makes a good game out of it

If he ever introduces you as anything but his spouse, you hold a bitter glare while internally plotting

Before you marry, Jaskier hits on you without realizing that Geralt is interested in you

He gulps nervously as soon as it hits him

You might just use that mistake as a way to get back at Geralt for not saying you’re his spouse

Jaskier pleads you not to

like for real

He’s in tears

CuDdLeS!

Congrats, you have a stubborn manbaby for the rest of however long y’all shall live

Kithes

Geralt is a little distant when it comes to admitting his feelings for you at first

When you’re dating, you’re all over each other

Marriage is that but amplified lmao

Braiding his hair

Teasing him not the wink wonk and getting away with it because you’re his spouse

If Jaskier said anything remotely close to the shit you’ve said, Geralt would probably choke him out

But then resuscitate him cause they’re bros

Seeing the softer side of Geralt

Sure, sex, but getting to know each others bodies? Yes.

Soft!Sleepy!Geralt

His deep n husky morning voice telling you to “get your ass back in bed”

Having the excuse of “because I’m his spouse” anytime you do stuff people are too afraid to do

Jealous bb 1 and jealous bb 2 aka Geralt and Y/n

I think Geralt’s the kind of guy to just pick you up, ignore your flailing limbs, and move you out of the way

He takes shit from no one...well, from you SOMETIMES

Gives in to your requests with a sigh and roll of his eyes most of the time

He was protective of you at first

now he’s PrOtEcTiVe so uh

Basically, number one husband, number two bodyguard

you put yourself first for the bodyguard part, but Geralt doesn’t know that

Sherlock Holmes

He asks your family for their blessing, then asks you-

I can imagine Mycroft just ranting away and Sherlock drops to his knee

“What are you doing?”

He ignores his brother and proposes to you

Mycroft is confused and upset because he wanted to rant about meaningless things and Sherlock decided to change the topic

rude

Being married means constant visits from Enola

Probably being the “second parents” to Enola

Gossip with Enola and Eudoria about Sherlock and him as a kiddo

Kicking Sherlock out of the house for sleepovers with his sister

bet

Helping Sherlock with cases

Dealing with Sherlock telling you it isn’t safe

still being upset when he’s right you know it

Finding Enola and Eudoria with him

Snapping at Mycroft for how he treats the girl and everyone else

Threatening Mycroft by just being a badass bitch and telling him to fuck off every now and then

Long story short, you make Enola laugh and Mycroft scoff as he walks away

He’s a stubborn bean, which now that I think about it- aren’t all Henry’s characters?

While he doesn’t say it much, he loves you

You get paranoid with this character too, as he does work that can be very dangerous as well

When he returns, he doesn’t say much aside from that he’s there now and that he loves you

cuddles with him whispering softly,

“I’m here now.” “I’m safe.” “I’m okay.” “I love you.”

Kisses in public either be quick pecks or minute long for goodbyes, but greetings-

especially after being apart for a while?

HC TIME

He comes home on the train and you’re at the station with his siblings

As soon as he spots you, he sets his stuff down because you’re already running at him

You jump into his arms and kiss him hard, not caring in the slightest about the other people at the station

It makes you smile every time he introduces you as his spouse

You’ve heard it so many times yet it still makes your heart flutter every single time

Napoleon Solo

The amount of times you’ve just dropped everything and walked away because he was being ‘too serious”-

You say something, he takes it seriously, you groan and stomp away

But then you know you can do the same back to him

Napoleon is an all around awesome husband but he’s not going to just pretend to agree with stuff

Will correct you no matter how embarrassed you get 

Makes up with kisses or stuff idk

Let me be honest, I don’t know much about writing for Napoleon but he is an icon...sometimes

He’s protective

by that I mean he’s stubborn but really it’s his way of keeping you safe

Would probably lock you in your room even though you’re a, a grown ass adult, and b, his spouse for fuck’s sake?!??!

Doesn’t tell you when something’s bothering him unless he feels the need to

“I’m not a fucking mind-reader, Solo!”

“Neither am I but I still manage-”

He doesn’t mean to make you feel bad, he just- emotions and him aren’t the best of friends

Emotions aren’t exactly friends with most of his characters

He’d much rather just speak with actions than admit anything

Sometimes you worry that he’s just fucking with you

When he proposed, it scared the shit out of you ‘cause you thought it was a joke

Never admits to anything willingly...?

Yeah sorry...Idk, that’s all I got :\

[suchalonelysunflower]

Tell Me a Lie (c.h)

Pairing: Calum Hood X Fem!Reader

Requested: Kinda yes!

Summary: Part 2 of Tell Me What You’re Thinking. The aftermath of the dreadful night that left two broken hearts along the way. Could they ever fic it?

Warnings: ANGST. Language, mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of cheating. Some grammar mistakes (I’m sorry, English is not my first language)

Word count: 5.8k

Author’s note: Holy! I never thought I would end up writing a part 2 of this, but I’m so glad so many of you requested it and supported it 🥺❤️ thank you so so so much. As you know: Reblogs, Coments, Feedbacks and likes are more than welcomed and encouraged! I’d love to hear from you guys and I can’t wait to see how you react to this and the question: if you were on the readers shoes, would you forgive him? Thank you so much, hope you like it and Happy Reading ✨🦋🌻

Part 1

My materialist // wanna be part of my tag list?

Calum stopped laughing at Mitchy a long time ago, but he didn’t seem to notice. Frankly, he was regretting his decision on inviting the singer today, knowing that he was completely high even before he got to the house.

He secretly envided Ashton who got away a few moments earlier, he couldn’t blame him at all as he wondered what he was doing in his kitchen and if he should go to make him company and leave Mitchy alone in his own world, not that he would notice either way.

But just before he decided to get up and leave, just like he could read his thoughts, Ashton walked into the living room. A feeling of relief washed over Calum as he saw his best friend approach, hoping that he could spare him some actual good conversations, but the drummer seemed too busy as he grabbed his phone from the coffee table and stepped outside to make a call, entering the house a few moments later to grab his jacket and his keys.

“Where are you going Ash?” Calum asked, almost begging him to stay and not leave him alone with Mitchy.

But Ashton didn’t spare a glance at him as he muttered through gritted teeth “I’m leaving”

Calum was confused by his friend's attitude, not knowing what caused his strange behavior. But before he could ask him, Mitchy beat him to it “Aw man! We are just going to the club to meet some hot chicks! You should come with us!”

And that was the last straw Ashton needed to unleash the rage behind his eyes, the same rage he was holding all night as he watched you cry in the kitchen a few minutes ago.

Calum watched as Ashton’s face completely disfigured itself as he started yelling.

“You are both such assholes!” He said, looking between Mitchy and Calum, making the latter one jump in his seat at the sudden outburst “Do you even realize what you did? You just made the most amazing person on this planet feel like shit cause you can’t keep your comments to yourselves!” He looked at Mitchy “You don’t know a single fucking shit about her to talk about her like that. If you knew her you’d know that Y/N is amazing the way she is and you should be ashamed of yourself for disrespecting such an incredible woman like that!” Then he looked at Calum, who looked like he’d just seen a ghost “And you… I’m so disappointed in you. I can’t even look at you right now. You were really going to cheat on her? Are you really that stupid to lose her like that?! To lose her at all?! Do you know how incredibly lucky and incredibly stupid you are?! I am disgusted with both of you. And Y/N doesn’t deserve to cry for such man babies who’d talk about her behind her back”

At the sound of your name, Calum’s world fell at his feet. Did you know what Mitchy and him talked about? That wasn’t what he meant!

“Y-Y/N-“ He said, gripping the edge of his seat. Ashton just looked at him with pity “She heard it all”

That was almost three months ago. Three months since he watched the love of his life walk away from him and leave him alone. Three months since Ashton had said a full sentence to him that wasn’t filled with utter disappointment. Three months since he cut ties with Mitchy, claiming that he never wanted to see the singer again and that he should not try to contact him or any of the boys again. Three months where every night he comes to an empty house, hoping that it was all a bad dream and that he’ll find you in the kitchen studying for your next test or waiting for him with a glass of wine just to talk and share a moment with him. But now you won’t even spare him a glance.

He knew he couldn’t blame you. That is the last thing on his mind when he thinks about that night and all that led to it. More often than not he would find himself turning and tossing on his bed, unable to sleep. The memory of your tear filled eyes and the echoing sound of your voice take over him as he relives that moment over and over again, still unable to find anything in him to make you stay.

If he could change the past, out of all the wrongs he’d done, he will make it right for you. He would tell Mitchy to go fuck himself, kick him out for disrespecting you that way. He would have gone to find you in his room, make you pack your stuff and take you away to that mini holiday you never got live. He would cover you in kisses and beg you not to leave him because he will miss you too much. He would tell you that he loves you more than anything in his life and that he is sorry he couldn’t love you more.

But time cannot be reversed and some hurts might never be healed.

And Calum misses you, Duke misses you. But he knows you are not coming back anytime soon, Ashton made sure to tell him that in one of the last conversations he had with him.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” The drummer said a few days later when he got sick of Calum constantly questioning him about you “And not only because she made me swear not to tell you anything. But because if I start talking about her and how you broke her, I cannot promise you it will end well for you. All I can tell you is that she is safe.”

At least he knew you were with Ashton, you always confided in him as your best friend. But that also meant that Ashton had to take sides and he made it very clear from that night that he was on yours. Luke and Michael stood neutral to the fight, knowing it would only hurt the band even more, but they told Calum that this time he was on his own if he ever tried to take you back.

And, then again, Calum cannot blame them. He knew that if they were in his shoes he’d do the same thing. What he did was horrible, the coward’s way to face things. And there was nothing he regretted more.

He tried to occupy his time with whatever came to mind, he could not stand being alone with his thoughts cause the only thing he did was think of you. So today he decided to go on a run.

It was a horrible thing that it didn’t work, cause after minutes or hours of running through the streets without a clear path, he ended up in front of Ashton’s place.

He knew he shouldn’t do it, that the right thing to do was to give you space. But when he saw the lightest shadow of your figure grace the window, he knew he had to see you, even just one more time. So he knocked on the door and prayed to every god he’d ever known that you would answer.

But nothing could prepare him for when you did.

You don’t remember much about the rest of that night. The night where you jumped in Ashton’s car and fled the house you used to know as home.

You remember Ashton having to carry you to his guest room, or at least you assumed he did it cause you don’t remember walking up the stairs. You remember crying, hanging onto his shirt and asking the universe why? Why didn’t he do anything? Why didn’t he fight for you? Why did you have to love him still?

You begged for Ashton to stay with you, the thought of being alone that night terrified you. But he replied that he was planning on doing it anyway “I’m not leaving you, Y/N” He said, and those were the most comforting words you heard all day until you fell asleep from crying too much.

The next morning you woke up alone and you didn’t know where you were. The sheets were not yours, the wallpaper and the pictures were unknown to you and the smell was unfamiliar. Unconsciously you reached your hand to the other side, finding it empty but still kind of warm and you wondered if Calum had taken Duke out for a walk like he used to do every Saturday morning that he was home.

Only when Ashton came into the room carrying a tray with a warm breakfast on it did you remember the incidents of the night before. Your eyes filled with tears again as you watch him lay the tray in front of you.

“I know you don’t want to hear this,” He said, his voice was comforting at best, but you couldn’t help but hear the pity that came with it “But you need to eat. I know you haven’t been eating anything since at least yesterday's noon”

You looked at the food and shook your head “C’mon babe, for me?” He asked, softly rubbing your shoulder “I know I’m not the best cook but at least I know this is edible” He joked, making you chuckle through the tears that were already spilling from your eyes.

“I don’t know what to do” You honestly tell him.

“Do you want to talk to him?”

“No.” You replied quickly “I don’t want to see him and I don’t want him to see me” Ashton looked at you and it almost seemed like he wanted to say something, but eventually just nodded at your wish “I just- I need to get my other stuff out of the house and-”

“I can let you know when he’s out. That way you won’t have to face him if you don’t want to”

“Thank you, Ash.” You smiled at him gratefully, placing your hand on top of his “I’m going to start looking for a new place soon and-”

“None of that” Ashton said shaking his head “You can stay here! I don’t have a roommate and, I’m sorry, but I don’t like the idea of you being alone” You opened your mouth to say something, but he continued “I promise I will talk to Calum that he is not welcomed here without my, and now your, permission. I won’t let him hurt you again”

That was three months ago and you can honestly say that you are doing just fine by now.

Yes, the first few weeks you spent them in your bed, crying and heartbroken at the thought of losing the love of your life. Calum was everything to you and it seemed like in the blink of an eye that “everything” crumbled right in front of you as you realized just how little you meant to him.

Many nights you tried to fool yourself into thinking that it was all a big misunderstandment. That you somehow misheard every word and it was just your brain creating scenarios that would never become a reality. However, the faintest echo of Calum’s laughter at Mitchy’s comments, his agreeability to go on with his plan, the things he said and the things he didn’t say… they were all still tattooed inside your head.

“A good fuck” That’s what he said. That was the only positive thing he had to say while his friend mocked you and humiliated you like it was nothing. Like if he hadn’t thought those things before.

You decided you wanted nothing to do with him. You blocked his number and deleted his number. You also begged Ashton not to cause anymore scenes between the two of them, knowing how badly it could affect the band if they let their feelings come between them.

A month went by, then two and now three, and not a day goes by that you don’t think of Calum and how he’s doing, if he has a new girl or if he ever got to meet that Vanessa girl. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but you spent so many years loving him that it was impossible to fall out of love for him, even after he hurt you so badly.

Ashton helped a lot. He always tried to cheer you up, even inspiring you to try yoga and meditation to help you clear your thoughts and bring new energy into your life. And, even if you hate to admit it, it worked! In these three months you found out things about yourself that you never thought of before. You realized that all your dreams were for you and Calum, yet none of those dreams were only for you.

Your career, your job… those were your dreams. But soon enough those dreams became shared once you met Calum, pushing them aside from time to time to accompany him on tour, or to help him write a song or two when he got stuck, or even just because he asked you to. You were more than happy to do so, but you did that for him, for the both of you, not for you.

With that in mind, you began to search for yourself, for your needs and wants. You aren’t quite there yet, but it helps you keep your mind busy from the heartache. And, slowly and steady, you began to feel more like yourself again.

Just like right now, you asked Ashton to grab some things from the store once he’s back from the studio, telling him you were going to try to cook some pastries that your mom used to make when you were little. He said he’d be home soon and that’s why you weren’t surprised to hear the knock on your door, knowing that he usually forgets his keys in every set of skinny jeans he owns.

You laughed at yourself, thinking of teasing him about having a set of keys for every pair of jeans he owned. Only this time it wasn’t Ashton who was standing at the other side of the door.

Calum swore his heart could not break anymore until he saw how your smile disappeared from your face when you realized it was him. You were looking good, better than him at least. Your hair was a little bit longer and you still wore socks inside the house. But your eyes… your eyes were different. They didn’t shine anymore with that gleam that got him completely hooked to your gaze, the gleam that was reserved just for him. Now, he could only see himself reflected in those y/e/c eyes and he could see the disappointment behind them.

The first thing that comes into your mind was his beard, he never used to have a beard before, he always kept his face clean and neat but now his scruff was decorating his jawline and you were not sure you liked it. His clothes were a mess too, you realized he came running as you took in the beads of sweat that covered his forehead, but his clothes seemed old and they were not matching. He never really cared about the clothes he’d wear when he was in a rush.

You took your time to meet his eyes, knowing that once you stared at those brown orbs you might just break down. But once you did, it was like you were able to stand taller, to stand up to him as the only feeling you had running through your head was doubt.

“What are you doing here?” You asked. Not a hello, not a welcome, not even his name. Calum knew he deserved none of that.

He flinched at the sound of your voice. The voice that once was sweet as honey, was now cold and hard like steel, just like it sounded before you left.

“Y/N I-” He said, pleading with a string of his voice, trying his hardest not to cry in front of you. Suddenly now he realized just how hard it was to see you again “Can we talk?”

You hesitated and Calum noticed that. He saw how you gripped the doorknob, and he hoped that you let him in despite knowing that he deserves to have that door close on his face.

“Please?”

You knew you couldn't resist him, not only that but something inside you begged for you to let him in, to hear him out. However, you could not help but feel a little bit scared. You weren’t ready to see him, but you have to.

With a sigh, you opened the door. You watched how his shoulders relaxed as he let go of his breath. He was as scared as you were.

Calum walked inside the living room. He hasn’t been here in months, but he can recognize your touch. You were everywhere in this room and he assumed that would be the case for all of the house as well. He recognized a few decorations that once adorned your shared home, you took them all with you when you left. Leaving him with not a single trace of you to hold on to.

You closed the door and followed after him. You found Calum standing in the middle of the room, checking the pictures you brought from his house, you knew he was trying to, even hoping to find himself in one of them, but all of those pictures were tucked away now, leaving all those memories behind.

Calum turned to you once you entered the room. He looked defeated, broken even, and your heart could not stand it. Even after all he put you through, you still care for him and you are sure you will always care for him, even when you don’t want to.

“I cannot start this conversation without saying how sorry I am” He said, hands in his pockets and eyes locked in yours. You could already feel the tears start to come but you held them back.

“Calum-” Calum, not Cal or babe or love. Just Calum.

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking in how the sound of his name now held no comfort for him “I need to say it, Y/N. Please” You nodded and he continued “I am an idiot. A stupid son of a bitch who lost everything before he ever realized what he’d done and I’m sorry, Y/N. I am so terribly sorry and I hope one day you could believe that” You wanted to say that you did, but he beat you to it “And I know that a simple sorry doesn’t fix things… fuck I don’t even know how to begin. I thought I was ready to see you and tell you just how fucked up I am without you but-” He started to choke up, his feelings were overwhelming even for you “When I look at you all I want to do is hold you close and it kills me that I can’t do that”

“I have no excuse, Y/N. No excuse that doesn’t make me sound like an asshole for treating you the way I did. Cause that’s exactly what I am, I am an asshole who lost the best thing that has ever happened to him just because he was too much of a coward to say anything.

But you have to know - you must know that I don’t think of you that way. I never did nor I ever will. Bab-Y/N, you have no idea what you mean to me and I know I’m shit at showing it to you but I swear, I swear none of what he said that night it’s true. What he said… I was so angry at him, I still am, if I’m being honest and that’s why I ended the friendship right there. I tried to convince myself that he was just high out of his head, that he says shitty things when he’s out of his mind and the only way to make him shut up was by following along to what he was saying. And I know it sounds stupid, fuck.. I don’t even know why I did it! At that moment I was just thinking that I didn’t want the night to end in an endless fight with him cause there was no way of shutting him up and now I wish I would’ve just kicked him out the minute your name came out of his mouth. I hate him and I hate myself for the pain I caused you. I know that it would be useless to say that if I knew you were there I would’ve ended it right there. But I know that even doing it behind your back was an act of disrespect and I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve any of that, any of the pain or the tears… I’m still haunted by the memory of you leaving.

What I said that night was true. I had never and would never cheat on you, that’s not who I am and you know it. I wasn’t even going to go to that stupid club and meet the girl he wanted to introduce me. You gotta believe me on that one, I would’ve never forgiven myself if I did it. I can’t even forgive the thought of it or even the simple thought of faking to consider it for Mitchy to shut up… I would have never-”

“I believe you” You say.

Somewhere along his speech your eyes stopped trying to keep the tears at bay and just let them roll down your cheeks and into your shirt. You watched as he paced the room, trying his best to come up with the right words to apologize to you, to make you believe him when in reality you believed in him since the moment he walked through the door. You knew Calum and you know that his heart is always true. But his words did not make anything better.

“I believe you, Calum. I do. I just-” You snuffle “You said you just didn’t want to start a fight… Am I not worth fighting for?”

Calum almost ran to you when he noticed the tears. He always hated to see you cry, but now more than anything knowing that he’s the reason for your sadness.

“Baby, I’d start a war for you.” He said, cupping your face with his hands and delicately wiping your tears with his thumb “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize, but I’d do anything for you, my love. Anything.”

“Then why didn’t you?” You cried, pushing yourself away from him.

Calum’s heart broke once again when you pushed him away. He wanted nothing more than to console you but he knew he didn’t have the right to do so.

“Because I failed to realize that there was a possibility of you not being with me anymore” He said, confidently “When I think of you, I think of forever. I never thought that it will ever come to an end, that you could leave me at any point or that the love will just fade away… I thought about a family together, a life where it will always be you and me. I got too confident that I ended up losing you. I failed you, Y/N. I know I did, and I can’t forgive myself for that”

His eyes were honest as they stared at you. You could feel the burn in your throat as you tried to speak “I thought of a forever with you as well” You said softly.

Calum took a step closer. It was the first time he’d ever let his heart hope for some kind of saving grace, for some kind of forgiveness and a start over “Then, say we can try again. Say that we can get through this and we can fix it, because I want nothing more than to fix this and go back to what we once had, or to start over if you want! I just need you in my life, Y/N. Tell me we’ll be alright”

He knew it was a long shot, but he had to try. He didn’t take the chance to defend her before, but he was sure he was not going to let her go again if there was still a chance of a future together.

“I don’t know if we can”

Every ounce of hope fled through Calum’s hands as he processed what you said. He could feel the earth under his feet start to shake as his world came crumbling down once again.

“Calum, I knew you never cheated on me and I appreciate your honesty.” You said as you wiped out your tears with the back of your hand “But the simple thought of you considering it broke every trust I had in you, even if you weren’t being serious about it, I can’t stop picturing you with some random girl while I waited for you at home every night. And not only that but the words you said that night still haunt me. Mitchy’s comments weren’t as insulting as the fact that you didn’t contradict him in any way. I felt humiliated, Calum. Humiliated by someone I loved in front of someone who you knew didn’t like me and would take any chance he’d get to demonstrate that.

It took me weeks to realize that I didn’t do anything wrong, but I still believed that that was the perception you had of me all this time. How can I come back from that?”

Calum’s eyes were pleading, his expression remaining unmoving from the pain that he caused himself by hurting you. But he was determined to make it right.

“We can!” Calum said, desperately trying to reach for your touch as he grabbed your hand and started kissing it “Baby, no. No, no no no please don’t say that. I love you with all my heart and it kills me to know that I’ve wronged you. I’ll make it up for it, everyday for the rest of my life but, please, at least say we can try. I- I know I don’t deserve it, but please. I can’t live without you”

You pulled your hand away from him, slowly as you watched the tears pour down out of his eyes “I thought I couldn’t live without you either. And yet, I am. I’m learning to live my life for myself rather than living it for the both of us-”

“I never asked you to do it”

“You didn’t have to. I wanted to. I wanted your dreams to be mine and to be by your side cause I thought that’s the only thing I wanted in life, but I don’t know anymore, Calum. All my dreams were shared with you that I don’t even know if I have some of my own!” You watched Calum’s face slowly lose all kinds of hope he had left and you know you should’ve felt at least a little bit guilty, but that’s not the case. On the contrary, it felt like you deserve this time for yourself “But now I need to find myself, find what I want and what’s good for me and I need to do that alone.

I can’t force my feelings, and I cannot force myself to trust you again when I can’t. Calum, you have to understand that you are a whole new person for me now. I used to believe that you would never hurt me and then, you did”

Calum’s knees fell to the floor as he reached for you once again, holding onto your legs as he desperately tried to make you stay. Stay in any form or way, stay in love with him, stay with him, stay… anything for you not to disappear from his life once again.

“Please, don’t.” He pleaded at your feet “I won’t forgive myself for this. I’m so sorry, my love. My Y/N. Please, don’t. I can’t love anyone but you”

You gripped his shoulders, trying to stay balanced as the curly haired man cried, making you shred a new set of tears again “Oh, but you will.” You reassured him, hoping your tone was convincing enough “Your heart is big enough to love again, to love better. Of course you will”

“But I don’t want to” He separated from you, long enough for you to crouch down in front of him so you could wipe some tears from his face “D-do you want to?” He asked softly.

You saw yourself reflected on his red, puffy eyes. He was never a man that could share his emotions so openly and, even though you’ve seen him cry before, the sight in front of you completely shattered your heart, knowing that his was utterly broken as well. But you can’t lie about your feelings, even if they hurt.

“I don’t know what I want.” You whispered to him.

Suddenly, you hear the front door opened as Ashton’s loud and cheering voice came floating towards your ears. Your eyes widen at the thought of his possible reaction, he’d hate to see Calum here, knowing that he specifically asked him to leave you alone until you were ready to see him, but he’d hate more the fact that you are crying.

“Y/N! I couldn't find that weird ingredient you asked, so I had to ask a lady there that seemed like she could cook and she said that this will work better on your-”

His eyes fall to the floor where you are kneeling down beside Calum. His eyes flickered between you and him, showing all kinds of emotions as he took in the scenario in front of him. He noticed that you were crying and he was about to ask what the hell was going on, but you beat him to it.

You got up and wiped some tears from your face as you walked up to Ashton, grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen. He reluctantly followed, leaving Calum alone in the living room.

“Okay, what the fuck?” Ashton asks in a hushed tone as he sets the groceries on the kitchen counter “What is he doing here?”

You sighed “I don’t know. Everything is fine Ash, don’t worry. He came to apologize and-”

“Did he say anything to make you cry?” He asked with concern. His hands were cupping your face as he wiped some tears from your puffy eyes, yet his hazel eyes never left your gaze for a second.

“We are both crying, Ashton. It’s fine”

You notice he is not convinced at all, but he won’t fight you on this. You’ve come so far that he is confident that you can defend and stand up for yourself again. He’s seen you broken so many times in the past few months, but he’s also seen you pick yourself up piece by piece like a phoenix.

“Are you okay?” Was the only thing he said. You can’t blame him for being protective of you, and you appreciated that. After all this time he is the only comfort you know won’t leave you behind.

“I will be, don’t worry” You said with a smile. He smiled back at you.

“I will always worry, love. Want me to leave you alone with him? I don’t want to but I feel like I won’t have a choice either way” You nod, “I’ll be down the hall if you need me to kick him out. I love you” He said, placing a kiss to your forehead and giving you a hug.

“I love you, too” You respond as he walks away.

You take a minute to compose yourself before going back to the living room where Calum is waiting.

Calum, on his part, was already on his feet. The tears were drying themselves on his cheeks as he watched you enter the room again.

“Sorry about that,” You said “He gets-”

“Protective, I know” Calum completes the phrase “He loves you, so I get it”

There is an awkward silence between the two of you, almost like if a wall was standing in the middle of the room, separating both of you in different paths. There were so many things left unsaid, like the way Calum felt guilty after seeing you with Ashton and realizing what he should’ve done months ago, or the way you noticed how he was closing up again, shutting himself out from his own feelings, but you both knew that now it wasn’t the time. You didn’t even know if that time would come.

Calum was the first one to talk after a while “And I get what you’re saying, I really do and I support you in every way… But I mean it when I say that i don’t want love if it’s not you” You sighed.

“And what will happen if it’s not me, then?”

He stays quiet,but a tiny smile creeps on his face as he is trying to offer you some comfort “I guess we’ll find out. But I’ll wait for you, Y/N. I will always wait for you cause I know that we belong together. And I promise I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it right for you. To prove my love for you”

“I can’t ask you to do that, and I won’t” You say after a while “We both need to figure ourselves out, to find a life without the other one around, and, if we do end up together, then that’s beautiful. But you have to be open to the possibility of another ending, Calum. I cannot stand around and watch you waste your life away”

Calum nods, he knows you are right, but that doesn’t mean he likes what you are saying. He will respect your decision, though. He knows his love isn’t fragile.

He knows that it was his time to go. He knows that he could still say so much, he could still apologize ten thousand more times and claim his love till infinity, but he knows you won’t change your mind and he can’t, no, he won’t blame you for that. So he turns to leave, but before he gets the chance to do it, you grab him by the arm and pull him for one last hug.

You don’t know what came over you, but a voice inside of you begged you to hold him closer, just one more time and remember what it felt like to be wrapped inside his embrace. And as you held each other close, somehow you both knew that this was a goodbye.

“This is it?” He asks after a silent moment of tears and snuffles, with face hidden in the crook of your neck, taking in your perfume and engraving it in his memory.

“I’m not sure,” You say “It might be”

“If it is. Could you lie and tell me you love me?” Calum pleads “Just for one last time?”

You pull him closer to you, “I could lie and tell you that I don’t”

Tags: @iknowyouthinkimbulletproof @talksoprettyjjx @mystic-232

And I also wanna tag some of the beautiful people who asked for a part 2, I hope you liked it ✨ @theshyspy @wonderlandiswhereitsatyo @wontlastimokwiththat @wldflwercal Thank you ❤️

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Headcanons for the dorm leaders when their lovely mc is the equivalent of wholesome chaotic dumbass. Half of their relationship is them screaming “mc nO-” and the other half is enjoying the affection they get from her. Thanks in advance love~

I can neither deny nor confirm that I would want to try those. Ngl I thought finding chaotic dumbass stuff would be a lot easier but it wasn’t. Hope you’ll enjoy it <3

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Riddle Rosehearts

When (Y/N) asked to be taught how to ride a horse, Riddle was happy to help.

“Thank you, Riddle, for the lessons. I truly am grateful for it. Now that I know the basics, I can do the thing from the movies. Y’know the rider leans down to grab something from the ground as they gallop.”

Riddle isn’t sure if he heard her correct so he asks again which results in (Y/N) showing him the video of it.

Riddle thinks she is joking at first because he believes there is no way someone could be that idiotic to try that move after learning how to ride 3 hours ago.

Then (Y/N) drops her hat to the ground and mounts the horse.

“(Y/N) NO!” He yells as she starts galloping. He levitates the hat with magic so (Y/N) wouldn’t do something so stupid.

As she stops and starts pouting about, Riddle tries to calm down his racing heart. If (Y/N) keeps this up, he will have a heart attack at this age.

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Leona Kingscholar

“I heard your best subject is ancient curses so I brought this chest to open next to you in case the things go south.” Leona is napping as (Y/N) is yapping. “According to the writing on the wall of the tomb I visited, whoever opens the casket unleashes a curse.”

That woke Leona up. “Oi, herbivore…” Leona’s eyes are barely open as he notices she is trying to open a casket.

His ears twitch as his instincts tell him that chest is really cursed.

“Aha! I found how it opens.” As (Y/N) moves to open it, Leona jumps, tackling her to the ground with cat-like reflexes.

“I was trying to –“ – “No… now quit yapping, I’m napping here.” Leona thinks that the only way he can stop (Y/N) from opening the casket again is to nap on top of her so that she won’t be able to take any moronic actions.

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Azul Ashengrotto

“Hey Azul, since you are an ocean boy, I thought I could share my idea with you.” – “Ocean boy?” “Shark diving at Coral Sea…Without cage! How great is it?”

Azul doesn’t mind at first, continuing on doing his business at Mostro Lounge. Then it clicks… (Y/N) is not a merfolk and on top of it, has no magic.

Azul had heard of humans scuba diving for the thrill but he cannot understand why she would take an unnecessary risks like that.

“Uhm (Y/N)…” – “I’m going now! Bye!” – “(Y/N) NO!” With that, (Y/N) bolts out of the VIP room.

Azul honestly thought she was smarter; smart enough to fool him just that led to his overblot.

Azul likes (Y/N) enough to have them unharmed. He would have sent the twins after her but he suspects they would join her rather than stop her so he goes after (Y/N) himself.

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Kalim Al Asim

“Have you ever heard of free fall?” Cue to (Y/N) explaining free fall and she needs The Flying Carpet. Kalim thinks it is dangerous at first.

“(Y/N) YES!”

Then Kalim thinks it is a fantastic idea and wants to join. He has complete trust in the carpet’s abilities to them in any case something does not go according to the plan.

They go above the clouds like the first time they took a tour with Flying Carpet. (Y/N) is the first one to jump, after a couple seconds carpet rushes to save her. After reaching the same altitude, Kalim jumps this time.

While they are thriving, they hear a faint scream coming from Scarabia dorm. Not a minute passes, Jamil appears in front of them with his broom.

“Kalim we are going back.” – “Boo ya boring. Kalim let’s jump at the same time now.” (Y/N) ignores Jamil.

“Kalim, (Y/N) NO!” Jamil yells as he prevents them from doing something irrational. They both will be scolded by Jamil when they land.

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Vil Schönheit

“Do you have any gum?” Is what (Y/N) asks Vil bluntly.

“Gum is not good for your teeth.” – “I’m trying to break a world record here. I checked and saw that world record for chewing the most number of gum is 98. I know I can break that record but I need one more gum for it.” (Y/N) speaks with pride while taking a couple gums from her pocket, opening them and put them in her mouth.

When she starts chewing and adding 2 more gums, Vil loses it.

“Bad potato! Bad potato! Throw them now!” Vil starts nagging (Y/N) who tries to escape him but fails. She insists on breaking a world record. He is so done with her. He will put her in time out.

Vil genuinely thinks she is poisoned; a poison that makes the victim lose intelligence.

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Idia Shroud

“I think after playing all those FPS games, I have pretty good aim so I decided to use this skill set in real life. I’ll be knife throwing to a spinning target at the upcoming carnival!”

Idia asks (Y/N) to leave his room and he sends his tablet with her. She stands right outside Idia’s room with his flying tablet.

“Are you kidding me? Playing FPS games doesn’t improve your aim in real life! And this is me saying it! The Shut-In of NRC! You will get someone killed!” Idia goes on talking and being the most rational person in the room. He asked her out of his room so he could speak what’s on his mind without stuttering.

“But-“ (Y/N) tries to counter his argument but Idia is not having any of it. He goes on until (Y/N) accepts that it was a stupid ass decision by her side.

Idia just wonders how it is possible for someone to be this dumbass.

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Malleus Draconia

“Back in my world, there is this game called Tomb Raider. I always wanted to do what the main character does… raid some tombs. Since you get off love visiting abandoned places, I thought we could do it together.”

Malleus is happy to receive an invite but confused about tomb raiding. It is disrespectful. (Y/N) then tells him that she is for the adventure and Malleus is convinced.

They go to an abandoned castle. Instead of walking carefully, (Y/N) rushes in the place, running around like a child.

Malleus follows (Y/N) close by, worried about her life since he knows humans are fragile. He prevents any hazardous incident before they reach (Y/N) with his magic. Finally, they reach a room with a big door. Malleus feels dark energy radiating from the room. He can handle himself but he doesn’t want to risk (Y/N). He is about to teleport them out of the place but he sees (Y/N) trying to pry open the door with a crowbar.

“(Y/N)…” She looks at him. “…no…” She pouts but continues to pry it.

Malleus doesn’t wait any longer and teleports them into Diasomnia dorm. He asks (Y/N) to be more careful with her actions. He doesn’t want his only friend to die from reckless actions.  

[beevean]

SEGA and its most recent Sonamy side – more canon than ever

[Translator’s note: this article was originally written in Spanish by @latin-dr-robotnik​]

Hello again! Today we’d like to discuss about something that’s been happening recently, and probably taking Sonic fans by surprise: what is going on with SEGA and its stance about Sonamy?

At the beginning of this year, to celebrate the 200 articles on Seaside Hill Paradise, I finished what I call “the Sonamy trilogy” of articles that I started in 2018 and which cover different themes, such as:

SEGA and the eternal issue of the Sonic-Amy dynamic

“I love you” – Forbidden words in Sonic

SEGA and the eternal issue of “Sonic’s girlfriend”

The idea was to offer a more-or-less complete analysis about the many facets of their dynamic in the last 27 years; a dynamic that, you may have noticed, is not that easy to pin down, and that we’ve been updating almost regularly (although I also intended to investigate on other dynamics, like Knuckles and Rouge’s for example, and write about them). Generally speaking, in these articles I don’t draw objective conclusions about the status of the ship in canon (despite the fact that the available information tends to confirm it in various occasions). I also like to repeat myself and say that shipping is supposed to be for fun, not for tearing each other’s hair in that black hole of misery that is Twitter, but recent events left us slightly perplexed, and this is why we’re here once again.

We left the status of the Sonamy canonicity with these two peculiar instances back in August: Sonic mentioning his “girlfriend” in the Japanese version of Sonic Battle, and the Twitter account of SEGA of Europe saying Sonamy is their “favorite videogame romance”. Now, let’s recap a bit…

Sonamy in Sonic IDW... Round 3

[SPOILERS ALERT FOR IDW SONIC #14-#35]

In 2018, when IDW just started, I decided to study a little how the Sonamy dynamic worked in this new universe. To our surprise, the comic didn’t waste time in dropping its biggest bomb, in one of the cutest scenes we had seen in ages. Since the very beginning, IDW proved that it didn’t intend to deceive those fans that looked for a bit of development of both characters.

I wrote an article about it in June 2019, and it coincided with the beginning of one of the most infamous arc I’ve seen in a Sonic comic for a long time: the Metal Virus Saga. The question is, what has happened since then?

Well, in 2019, with the same accuracy of an aimbot, I said “We’ll probably see some new interactions between Sonic and Amy sometime around IDW #20”. And wouldn’t you know, as misery and tragedy settled in that arc, it was exactly around IDW #20 that we saw some Sonamy interactions: both exhausted, to their limit, with a Sonic that couldn’t even touch Amy to soothe her pain, due to him being infected with the virus.

The arc developed like this in what felt like an eternity, to finally conclude in one the most absurd ways in Sonic history. But it wasn’t a complete disappointment, as, after months and months of asking and discussing on the internet about how much Sonic and Amy deserved a hug at the end of the arc… it actually happened.

Since that moment in IDW #32, we shippers thought that it was what both of them deserved after so much time spent separated and pushed to their limit to survive, but also that after the end of the arc everything would go back to normal. However, what we didn’t know was that the Sonamy train had no intention of stopping, not in IDW, nor anywhere else.

A recurring detail in IDW Sonic is that Amy’s tail starts wagging every time she sees Sonic, as if she was a happy dog. I swear, it happens every time.

Come IDW #35, once again we have some hugs and bits of dialogue between our hedgehogs. For sure, the question here isn’t their relationship itself, as it was for IDW #2, but rather the issues this arc is slowly dealing with. But it’s really nice to see them again, sharing that closeness that they’ve had in the comic since the beginning– be it with some gestures of affection, a wink, a gesture, a private joke.

My favorite image is the first one, Belle’s reaction to seeing Amy hugging Sonic. It’s like she’s thinking “oh, is she his girlfriend?”, and she wouldn’t even be wrong in thinking that.

It can’t be denied that IDW Sonic provided us the conversations and the emotions that the games seldom do. Certainly, the comic has its share of issues and it’s not really a story that I personally follow for its own merits (it’s more because it’s still Sonic, for my interest for things like this, and Belle’s existence… whom I already ship with Tails, sorry not sorry), but what it does well it does really well.

For now, we have to see how IDW Sonic will follow the development of the characters, especially in view of the closure of the current story and beyond. And we may be done with this part of the article, but there is still a lot left.

Sonamy in merchandise

Taking us completely by surprise, recently SEGA launched, in collaboration with Hot Topic, a series of Sonamy-themed t-shirts. No, seriously.

So many people told me this as soon as the voice spread (you know who you are, thank you guys for thinking about me <3), and I can’t help being still surprised that this is actually a thing. T-shirts with lines like “You’re my favorite”, “Love in the fast lane”, and my personal favorite, “S&A Forever”, with drawings of Classic Sonic and Amy… in SEGA-approved products. I don’t know if you realize how much of a big deal this is, even more than “Celebrate the 25 years of Sonic’s girlfriend” from 2018.

One of the things that surprised me the most (aside from how explicit they are in officializing the relationship, and the fact that there are still 2 months left before Valentine’s Day 2021), was the decision to use Classic Sonic and Classic Amy. I tried to understand this decision by analyzing the simplicity and easiness with which the Classic designs convey a message (let’s not forget that Classic Sonic was so iconic because it was specifically designed to convey his expressions without words), besides the fact that they’re inherently cuter than their modern designs. There’s also the controversial aspect of post-Adventure Sonamy, with all the dubbing and weird interpretations that the fandom made over the years… By comparison, the Classic design are a much simpler choice.

What is actually going on?

Well, let’s take a step back and think about what we just saw. The way SEGA has been recently trying to push Sonic and Amy in front view (and for the entirety of 2020, based on the articles I mentioned in the beginning) tells us the harsh truth we all have to accept sooner or later: Sonamy sells, and it sells a lot.

From a strictly business point of view, the ship is so iconic and popular, with fans and detractors alike, that it would be absurd for SEGA to ignore the chance to print these two characters and get a load of money. As I said in my 2018 article, despite the fact that in Japan Sonic isn’t as big of an icon as it is elsewhere, they know pretty well that Sonic + Amy = love, and they have huge amounts of merchandise to back it up. It’s in the West that because of different cultural values, of which we’ve already talked about, along with some internal resistance, left this aspect of the franchise a little on the side. But they’ve been trying to fix it… and how…

Let’s not forget that a decade and a half ago Sonic Team seriously favored Sonamy. They officially said it, Sonic X was their purest view of Sonic they had at the time.

Outside of the business perspective, I believe we’re facing the moment that we’ve been waiting for: it’s time they’ll establish once and for all the dynamic of these two characters, following more closely the original Japanese vision of Sonic. I said many times that, in trying to change canon, the West, especially SEGA of America, did nothing but confuse fans and generate more discussions than needed, by introducing different data and portrayals that contradict the canon established by Sonic Team.

We’ve talked about Unleashed and emotional support, about Sonic X, about the major moments that opened the door to interpreting this dynamic as something more. We don’t threaten at gunpoint those who would rather stay away, but we respond to those declarations that still try to violently discredit the simple fact that Sonic and Amy, who are most of all close friends, form in some measure a couple that, even with its imposed limitations, manages to captivate fans and not fans everywhere in the world. Even the Simpsons used it as a joke, and that says a lot.

What the future has in store for us.

Unless something else happens in this last month of 2020, this is the most complete compilation I can offer at the moment about the status of Sonamy in the fandom and in the official canon. Yes, canon.

It’s impossible to ignore the signals. As you may have noticed, I’ve been considering Sonic and Amy as an official couple, with its clarifications (for example, that at the end it’s more of a friendship, that it’s not a romantic relationship in the most explicit way, that it’s more of a personal perspective to justify a more mature vision of the relationship in the future, not right now), but nowadays I think that SEGA has spoken loud and clear. I think canon is ready to negotiate the idea that Sonic and Amy, apart from being excellent friends who would risk their lives for each other in a heartbeat, have something else on their hands (probably the other’s hand). This won’t automatically translate into a kiss, or a complete love declaration (although Sonic X came close…), or a commitment to a formal relationship like we know them in real life. SEGA canon affirms that Amy is “Sonic’s girlfriend” and nothing more. Outside of that detail, they still pretty much function as friends interacting with a little flirting here, and a little Sonic running away there. It’s the basis of their dynamic, now enhanced by the fact that SEGA is giving us a clearer message.

I think that this all may culminate in a game or an animated series, but I wouldn’t completely count on that. It is good to recognize how far the official position goes on this issue, but at the same time I want to reaffirm that there are things that are better left in the hands of the fandom, and in the meantime that IDW or any other continuity gives us hugs, winks, gestures and words of encouragement, we as the fandom will take care of exploring other avenues and hypothetical scenarios.

This is all I have to say on the matter for now, and I hope you’re happy with this wonderful Sonamy experience we’re going through – I certainly am. See you next time!

[metasquire1]

Kingdom Hearts: The new Reality (A.K.A. my Kingdom Hearts and Super Smash Bros crossover fanfic idea)

Before Sora was announced for Smash Bros, my brother and I would joke that if he joined then Smash Bros would become canon. Now that he's in, I decided to put some ideas together and see how this story would look like.

The story will not be about Sora entering a tournament, instead it will be the normal Kingdom Hearts story. Going from world to world, fighting darkness, locking the worlds, and talking about light, darkness, friendship, and hearts.

If you're wondering how Sora (and Riku) got into this new reality, then here's the answer: Yozora. Since in Toy Box, he is a video game character and Sora fought him in his dream-like vision, Yozora is the key as to how they got into the video game worlds/reality. Basically confirming that the Multiverse exists.

After Sora, Riku and Yozora (plus his allies) meet up and face off against the villains of Verum Rex, they get attacked by Heartless. During the fight, the Heartless are suddenly drawn by something and form a Demon Tide. The tide ends up taking Sora, Riku and Yozora with them. Since the Heartless are not focused on them, Sora, Riku and Yozora stay alive.

Riku and Yozora break free and land on a world together. Sora does the same and he lands in, of course, the Mushroom Kingdom. Where he ends up meeting one of keyblade wielders of this reality, Mario.

Mario then introduces Sora to his friends. Here, Sora meets 2 characters that will take Donald and Goofy's place, Geno, and Mallow.

Mario explains to Sora that in the past, all the worlds were connected. But after the events of Subspace Emissary, the worlds were separated and the Hands told them to follow the "World Order".

He then tells him that the reason why Rosalina and Geno are on the planet is because they've been having a Heartless problem. Thinking it's Bowser's doing, Sora, Geno, Mallow, Mario, and Luigi head towards Bowser's castle.

During their journey they end up fighting The Wario Bros, King K. Rool, Bowser Jr and the Koopalings. The Wario Bros, K. Rool, Bowser Jr and the Koopalings tell them that Bowser has not been acting like himself ever since the Heartless arrived.

When they arrive at Bowser's castle, they find out that Bowser isn't the one causing the problem. He's being mind controlled by the real culprits (the ones that will take Maleficent and Pete's place) Ganondorf and Ridley.

(Bowser learned his lesson from the last time he teamed up with Ganondorf)

They explain their plan to our heroes.

They want to gather enough Heartless to form an army that will help them plunge all the worlds into darkness and become the rulers of them. And since the Hands have mysteriously disappeared, their job will be a lot easier.

Sora and company tell them that they'll stop them, so Ganondorf unleashes Bowser's Heartless which is Giga Bowser.

After getting help from Bowser Jr and the Koopalings (who remind Bowser the love he has for his family, which gives him the strength to fight back against the mind control) Sora and company manage to save Bowser.

After thanking them, Bowser angrily tells Ganondorf and Ridley to get out of his castle before breathing fire at them. Ganondorf and Ridley escape by teleporting to somewhere else, undoubtedly to another world.

After that, Rosalina gives Sora and Mario their own Gummi Ship. Sora, Geno and Mallow begin their journey of traveling to different worlds and locking them. Mario does the same, but first he goes to find Riku and Yozora, so they can help them.

Once Riku and Yozora end up locking the world they landed on, Mario arrives and tells them about the situation. After the explanation, Riku and Yozora get in Mario's Gummi Ship and continue the journey. 

And so they all go through the video game worlds that appear in Super Smash Bros Ultimate. Meeting its heroes, facing off against their villains, encountering Ganondorf or Ridley, locking their worlds, and of course talking about light, darkness, friendship, and hearts.

Also, Sora and Sephiroth will finally have their third battle. And Sora meets the second keyblade wielder of this reality, Kirby. He and Meta Knight decide to go with Sora and help them stop the villains.

After locking all the worlds, they arrive at where Ganondorf is gathering his Heartless army, the cliff that appears in the ending of Subspace Emissary and in the first cutscene of World of Light.

While heading towards Ganondorf, Sora, Geno and Mallow get surprised and attacked by Meta Ridley (he got badly damaged when they visited the Metroid world).

Sora, Geno and Mallow battle him and defeat him, but before Ridley falls to the ground dead, he tells them something that Samus didn't tell:

"No matter how many times I'm burned, shot, or blown up... I always... always... come back."

After that, Sora, Geno and Mallow battle with Ganondorf while Mario, Kirby, Yozora and Meta Knight battle with the Heartless army. Sora, Geno and Mallow defeat Ganondorf, but he then transforms into Ganon and some Heartless come to assist him.

All hope seems lost, but then Riku and Kairi appear and save Sora, Geno and Mallow from an attack from Ganon. After that, the Sea Salt trio, the Wayfinder trio and Yozora's allies appear and help Mario, Kirby, Yozora and Meta Knight fight the Heartless army.

Just like the Fairy Godmother said to Riku:

"Come straight back if you encounter any trouble."

And so, he did and decided to bring some friends to help them stop Ganon.

The Destiny trio, Geno and Mallow manage to defeat Ganon (he blows up like in Smash Ultimate) and the others manage to defeat the Heartless army. Sora reunites with his friends and a sokai moment happens.

Sora and his friends say goodbye to Mario and the others, ready to go back to their reality... But they are stopped by Galeem's arrival.

Due to the actions Ganondorf and Ridley did before Sora arrived, they upset the balance of light and darkness. Master Hand and Crazy Hand were able to restore balance just in time, but Crazy Hand was captured by Dharkon while Master Hand was captured by Galeem.

And now that our heroes have destroyed a lot of Heartless and defeated villains that use darkness. They unknowingly upset the balance and Galeem was unleashed along with its army of fake Master Hands.

Galeem then proceeds to do its beams of intense light attack, it vaporizes our heroes (except Kirby) and engulfs the worlds of this reality.

The story of World of Light is like the one we got but with some changes.

When Kirby faces Mario, he also faces Sora. Kirby frees them and they continue their mission of saving everyone. And when they free all the characters of a specific world, that world is set free along with its residents. In other words, Sora, Mario and Kirby are the only ones facing Galeem and Dharkon.

(For now)

Once they defeat Galeem and Dharkon in their own realms, they return to the cliff where the final battle begins.

But they don't end up fighting Dark Samus, Roy, Palutena and Bayonetta (since they already saved them in this story and defeated Dark Samus in the Metroid world). Instead, they end up fighting Kairi, Riku, the Sea Salt trio and the Wayfinder trio.

They manage to free them, alongside the real Master Hand and Crazy Hand who end up helping them open a path towards Galeem and Dharkon.

But before that, Master Hand says this to Sora:

"You've done well to get you and your friends this far, Sora. But I need you to do one last thing for me. Something only you can do... Break the 'World Order'."

And so, he does. Sora opens a Keyhole, and through it, all the friends that Sora and Riku made along their journey appear to help them in the final battle.

Everyone is Here!

During the final battle, the Destiny trio, Mario, and Kirby are having trouble fending off the fake Master Hands, fake Crazy Hands, and the light and dark copies of their friends. Until the Disney Castle trio arrives to help (Mickey finished his investigation).

Sora, Donald and Goofy have a quick happy reunion before continuing the fight. Donald and Goofy help the others while the Destiny trio, Mario, Mickey, and Kirby battle with Galeem and Dharkon.

After a tough fight, our heroes manage to defeat Galeem and Dharkon once and for all.

But Master Hand and Crazy Hand sacrificed themselves to save our heroes, causing their essence to float towards the sky, reconnecting the worlds of this reality once again (My version of the ending of World of Light where all the spirits float towards the sky).

After a celebration, Sora and his friends say goodbye to everyone and return to their reality, planning on continuing their search of the ancient Keyblade Masters.

Unbeknownst to them, the Master of Masters was spying on Sora and Riku throughout their entire journey.

[maliciouslycreative]

How I played damage control to an anti in a small anime fandom and may have led to her ultimate downfall

I know I had a really nice write up of this at one point but oh well. I’ll spill more of the tea in this one because honestly the tea was so hot.

There are a few things that I have to give context to first. Gaia online was like THE mega forum of the 2000s, you made a little avatar and through posting and doing other activities on the forum you made money to buy clothes for your avatar. There were forums for everything but the fannish portions were really what drew in most of the people. The anime I was into was Beyblade. It was a shonen anime about fighting with tops that were possessed by the spirits of magical creatures. The story was honestly pretty average but the characters were fantastic and the fandom is to this day still one of my favourites. The series had a primarily male cast and didn’t even have a female lead until the second season. This led to the fanfic for the English fandom being about 70% canon/OC, 10 % canon m/f, and 20% slash. The most popular character in the English fandom was by far Kai Hiwatari, the loner badboy of the team.

Also before we get started I would like to add that one of my best friends was neck deep in this and the two of us were more or less fandom married. This is the same friend that I fake dated, had feelings for, and she nearly got me into kpop in 2011 so like if you haven’t read that story please read it too because it will give you a good idea of how stupid I am and how much of a fanfic I have truly lived. 

To set the stage I was 16, soon to be 17 when I joined the fandom and it was 2004. In September of that year I wrote a humour longfic that became an absolute smash hit and I found myself somehow fandom famous. It was around this time that I joined Gaia online. I made my little avatar and immediately went looking for the beyblade thread so that I could make new friends. I found the main thread, made my little introduction and at the end of it mentioned that I was a slash writer but I supported all ships. This is where I met C. She had declared herself the authority on Beyblade in these parts and I had just committed the crime of mentioning slash which was very obviously not canon and we did not discuss in this thread because we only discussed canon things. I was like well that’s a bit severe but like sure whatever I just want to hang out and have fun. 

Oh boy did I have no idea what I was in for. 

C was a year older than me and unfortunately that made her older than the majority of the fans at the time. Her favourite character was Kai, and she was not shy about talking about this fact. She stanned Kai above all other characters, and often at their expense. She was also a fanfic writer of a popular canon/OC series. Actually, she was so full of herself that she didn’t even call herself a fanfic writer, no her stories were in fact novels and were apparently very good. I never read them. But more on that later. 

Eventually the slash fans got tired of her being rude to us in the general thread so we made a Beyblade slash thread. There was a core of like 8 or so of us and we honestly had sooo much fun. When C would be too unbearable in the main thread the people from there used to come over to our thread and we’d chat with them about non slash stuff because we were honestly all multishippers and just wanted to have fun. We’d get comments like “wow, I’ve had more pleasant canon het ship discussions in the slash thread than the regular thread”. We never worried about C coming over and getting upset about comments like this because she refused to be associated with anything related with slash lmao. 

I tried my best to keep the peace between C, myself, and the rest of the fandom because ultimately I hate being in fandom drama. I just want everyone to have a good time. I’m a people pleaser. Unfortunately my newfound fame put me in the awkward position of being the most fandom popular person in our small community aside from C. Virtually every fan that read fanfics that came into our thread knew one of us or the other by reputation and C HATED this. Especially because people would come in to the thread, recognise me and go “oh my goodness I love your fanfics!” and I’d be super sweet with them and it’d lead into “I can’t believe how nice you are, I love you” which would lead to us crying at each other. This was not the kind of fan interaction that C got, no her fans were more kind that were there to praise her and worship her like a deity that had blessed them with some gift. Rarely did they tell her how kind she was. 

Back in the mid 2000s there were really commonly those commercials (usually by Christian organisations) asking people to sponsor say children in Africa or to help build schools or provide drinking water. You all probably know the ones; know the language that they used in those commercials. My fandom wife, who I suppose I shall call wifey because yes we were THAT couple back then, once said that C described her fics like those people described donating money to save the lives of Children in Africa. So we used to joke that her fics were so good they’d save lives in Africa. Looking back at it all, she almost had a very fundamentalist Christian approach to bringing people into her fanfics. She of course tried to get all the slash people into reading it. None of us read canon/oc fic mostly due to our poor treatment at the hands of their fans and creators. Getting fed up I one day told her that if she would read any one of my fanfics that I would read the entirety of her novels. Yes, I was willing to commit to read a couple 100k of canon/oc fanfic that I’d never touch normally if she would even read one of my 1k 1 shots. Heck, I had a fic even that shipped 2 minor characters so she didn’t even have to sully herself reading about one of the main characters. It was honestly a good deal in her favour. I kept this up until the day we all left the fandom. Sometimes I do wonder if her fics were even ¼ as good as she claimed, but I will never know because she refused to read my fics. 

She wasn’t all bad and a tyrant all the time. As long as people kept the conversations on track and didn’t come in to the thread saying things like “KAI IS SO HOT ND T3H BEST N I AM GUN 2 MARRY HIM” she stayed mostly civil. It was always hilarious watching InuYahsa or Naruto fans try to come in and bad mouth Beyblade because they’d unleash the dragon and C was great at chasing off undesirables in the thread. 

The real apex of goings on though on Gaia was the guild drama. So guilds were like exclusive themed mini forums within Gaia. Anyone could buy one and run it however they want, as long as it still adhered to Gaia’s ToS. C of course was the owner of the only Beyblade guild. The fandom wasn’t really big enough to support 2 guilds so we just kind of let it go. Technically she allowed people to post slash fanfics but like everything had to be explicitly tagged and there was absolutely no slash RP. Wifey and I controlled a handful of minor characters together in the forum RP and definitely used to try to push the boundaries a little bit. Some ambiguous flirting here, a stray comment there. It was such a fragile balance though because C was heavy on the ban button. The active portion of the guild was just people that were in the cult of C and worshipped her writing. 

Understandably the other slash fans and myself were getting disheartened by this. So we pooled our funds together and decided that we’d open a second guild that though it was run by slash fans we would welcome anyone into our ranks. We just wanted to have a fun place for everyone to hang out, and to hopefully run a few events out of. In hindsight, we should have seen what would happen. When we opened the guild, with me as the guild leader, it was like somebody blew up the whole dam protecting the delicate ecosystem we had cultivated. Every single person in the Gaia fandom that was not a zealous follower of C applied to be in our guild and left her guild. We of course figured that we’d attract some of the gen population but we did not expect to accidentally poach all of it. All of the moderators were getting messages from people thanking us for giving them a place where they could say whatever they wanted without fear of getting their faces ripped off or banned. 

C lost her shit. She was so mad that we went behind her back to ruin her guild. We literally had to show her posts in the very public slash thread that we had been planning this in public and that it was not to ruin her life. We just wanted a place where we could freely post slash. The two of us had some spicy comments back and forth and then she dropped an absolute bombshell on me. Since Gaia’s mail system is terrible I unfortunately no longer have exactly what she said but it was something along the lines of “Ok, you win. I’m going to close my guild.”. Us slash fans had never been doing this to win anything. We had never been competing. We just wanted a safe space to be ourselves. 

C never joined our guild. The fandom slowly faded out within the next year anyway. We weren’t getting new content so naturally people just drifted into other fandoms. C kept up with the main Beyblade thread for a lot longer than most of us but eventually that eventually faded into obscurity too. 

I learned a lot about fandom bullies from those days. But honestly the thing that stuck with me the most out of everything was that if you provide a positive safe space for people they will flock to it. It may seem like there are so many hostile people out there, but there really aren't. They're the minority but they just make sure that their voice is the loudest. The best way is to ignore them and just do your own thing. The bullies just want attention and if you don’t give it to them and prove to them that their opinion doesn’t matter to you then they’ll move in and find something else to yell at. 

[imissjoongsmullet]

SOMETHING BETTER (2/2)

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: angst/smut/fluff

Summary: You and Chan have been best friends since before you can remember but now that you’re in college, things start to feel strange, especially with the way he acts when it comes to your boyfriend.

Read part 1

Warnings: part 2 of 2, angst, fighting, cheating, heartbreak, explicit sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex (oops I keep doing this, be safe folks), oral sex, blowjob, dick-choking (literally don’t know what else to call that haha), overstimulation, soft dom Chan, verrrrry slight sado/maso moments and a lot of cute stuff

Word Count: 5.5k yeah this part got long oops

Author’s Note: If you haven’t read part 1 I highly recommend you do. I’ve really enjoyed playing out this little fantasy. Thanks again to the lovely anon who requested ♥  also please let me know what you thought! Feedback (good or bad) is so important to me ♥

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The uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach sat, unbudging as you walked the now bustling streets towards Changbin’s apartment. The sun was out and so were the people. It was mostly chattering groups of students on afternoon shopping sprees but you didn’t share any of their excitement. Chan had had no right overreacting like he had just then. He had no idea of the trouble you and your boyfriend had been having and he hadn’t even given you the chance to explain. You hated how short-fused he could be sometimes and for a second you almost kicked a light pole imagining it was him. But then you remembered the hurt look in his eyes and got chills. You’d broken your promise to him. Perhaps he hadn’t been entirely in the wrong. After all, it hadn’t been the first time you’d blown him off to go do something with Changbin.

You kept jumping from one thought to the other: anger — guilt — no definitely anger — perhaps a bit of guilt though — it was driving you insane so much so that you felt entirely relieved when you finally arrived at your boyfriend’s place, ready to talk things through.

You rang the doorbell and first heard absolutely nothing. Then, there was a bunch of thumping noises and — was that another person? You suddenly felt a bit bad, thinking you’d interrupted time with his friends or something. It took a full two minutes for the door to finally open. By that time you were ready to apologize for showing up unannounced but when you took a quick glance at the apartment, there seemed to be no one else there.

“What are you doing here?” Changbin said, sounding a bit out of breath.

“I’m sorry,” you replied, “I should have called. I just thought maybe we could talk about last night?” You stepped into the living room, frowning. “Wasn’t there someone else in here?”

Changbin’s eyes went wide. “No, it’s just me,” he said following close behind you, hand at your waist, “but listen, can we do this another time? I really have a lot of work to catch up on.”

“I guess so,” you started saying, until you noticed a couple of things. “Babe?” you asked quietly.

“What’s up?” Changbin replied fast, turning you towards him.

“You smell like coconut,” you said, unable to look him in the eyes.

“It’s just a shower gel, don’t you like it?”

“—and there’s someone else’s jacket on the chair over there.”

“Babe,” Changbin chuckled weakly, squeezing his fingers into your hips while his free hand turned your chin to look him in the eyes, “that’s nothing, my friend just left that here a few days ago.”

Tears were starting to burn behind your eyes so you forced yourself away from him.

“I was here last night,” you whispered at the floor, “it wasn’t there then.” You strode over to his bedroom, throwing open the door to find a girl you’d seen on campus before sitting on his bed in her underwear, looking at her phone. She jumped a little in surprise but then looked rather annoyed at being intruded upon. Meanwhile, you were having trouble breathing.

“Babe,” you heard Changbin say behind you, grabbing your shoulder, “I can explain.”

“No,” you said, turning around to him, “don’t waste your breath.” You pushed past him as the first tears started to roll down your cheeks, exiting the building with a stinging feeling in your chest.

You strode down the streets, completely unaware of where you were going. Your head was fogged up with feelings you didn’t want to be dealing with but there was no getting away from them. How long had he been cheating on you for? You didn’t want to believe it but you had the feeling this hadn’t been the first time. The curtain now lifted, you felt foolish for not noticing anything earlier. Your heart felt flayed open, emptying out onto the pavement as you went without thinking.

You knocked on the door, only realizing where your emotions had taken you when he opened it.

Chan looked groggy, as if he'd just woken up from an afternoon nap, wearing grey sweat pants and a sleeveless shirt. When he saw the wetness on your cheeks, however, his eyes went wide with concern.

"What's wrong," he asked, immediately opening up his arms for you, letting you bury yourself into him.

"I'm sorry," you sobbed into his chest, the words tumbling from your lips out of their own accord, "you were right about him."

Chan put a hand on top of your head, keeping you close, letting you unleash onto him.

"I found him with another girl, Chan," you said, raising your head to look him in the eyes. At once, everything in him went soft. He took your hands in his, rubbing the backs of yours with his thumbs gently. There was a flash of anger in him as he raised his eyes to the ceiling and you felt him squeeze your palms tight for a second but then he looked down at you again, like the world was falling apart.

He led you to his couch, where he wrapped his arms around you once more.

"I'm so sorry," he said at last, pulling you close, rubbing your side.

You couldn't believe your ears. "You're not mad at me?"

"Mad at you?" he replied incredulously, turning to look at you. His thumb came to wipe the tears from under your eyes. "You must be joking."

"I've been an asshole to you lately," you said, "all for that dumb guy."

That made him chuckle a bit. "Maybe a little, yeah," he said, "but you didn't deserve this." His hand came to cup your cheek; something he'd never done before. "You're my best friend. You deserve someone who treats you like you're the only person that matters."

Ripples of something you couldn't quite place but decided to define as nerves went through you. He was so sweet and so close and in the silence that lingered between you, you nearly forgot what you were doing. You just let yourself sink into your friend, let him take care of you as only he could.

"Thank you," you murmered, squeezing your fingers into his shirt a little.

"Any time," replied Chan before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. He swiftly put on a feel good movie before pulling you on him again and continuing his comforting.

You stayed like that for quite a while, huddled together on the couch, his hand moving lovingly over you like a warm breeze, slowly but surely stilling your racing heart and mind. The further the both of you dozed off, the more initmate the embrace seemed to become, legs touching, arms intertwining,..  but neither of you was aware if this, as everything just felt safe and good, just like that.

When you awoke the next morning, the first thing you felt was the tickle of his hair as it dangled slightly against your forehead, then the warmth of his chest enveloping you where you lay. Finally, opening your eyes, you found him fast asleep under you. He was so perfect, skin like silk but arms strong enough to lift you to the sky and lips full and sweet-looking. You watched him slowly open his eyes and you smiled, finding him even more beautiful in that moment. Then you realized he was staring at you and reality struck you like lightning.

With the tiniest gasp you raised yourself off of him, feeling a heat run rapidly through your whole body.

He looked at you dazedly, lips parted and for a moment you didn't know what to do. You were still virtually in his lap, holding you breath for him to say something. The frustrating thing was, it seemed he was doing the same.

Like a blessing from the heavens themselves, your phone started to buzz.

"Shit," you whispered, running over to your discarded bag on the floor, only to miss the call.

“Was it him?” says Chan, the annoyance in his tone crystal clear.

You nodded, staring down at your phone screen.

“Don’t call back,” he went on, getting up from the couch, stretching lazily, before walking into the kitchen, “you don’t have to go anywhere. We can just stay in and watch movies or something.”

You considered it, shooting your friend a glance as he started digging through his fridge and feeling oddly light-headed.

“Maybe next time,” you said, shaking away whatever was taking over you this morning, “I’ve got some stuff to do at home.”

He twisted around, glass or orange juice in hand, eyes drooping for the fraction of a second before going kind.

“Alright,” he said, setting down the glass and walking over to you. He squeezed your upper arm softly, keeping his distance. “Just let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” you replied, forcing a smile.

There seemed to be something lingering behind his own lips but when he spoke up next it was a simple “I’ll see you in class on Monday,” and you couldn’t help but feel just the tiniest bit disappointed when you parted.

Everything seemed perfectly normal on campus at first. Most classes were dull as usual, people were loud as usual,… but walking next to your friend somehow didn’t feel the way it felt before. You kept thinking of the way he’d held you as you cried, the way he’d wiped your tears and talked you through your heartache. He’d made you feel more loved than Changbin ever had. There was no way you could look at Chan as you always had, though you tried your best to repress these new and strange feelings.

“We need to go over our presentation tonight,” you said, walking out the packed building and into the wide, sunlit quadrangle outside it.

“Mmm,” muttered Chan, more interested in the hot dog he was devouring than the thought of school work.

“Hey,” you chuckled, “this grade is important to me, show a little enthusiasm.”

Chan made a face at you, cheeks round with food, smirking, eyes rolling into the back of his head. “Here have some,” he said, putting the rest of his lunch past your lips before you could even reply, “the presentation will be fine. Promise.” He patted the top of your head at you as you took a bite. 

“Fine, no more school talk for now,” you said, lips curling up as well, “but you better be focused tonight or else—”

Chan’s hand was on your wrist in a flash, squeezing. You looked up at him bewildered until you followed his less-than-amicable gaze and understood what was going on.

“Chan, don’t,” you started just as he tore away from you.

Changbin was sitting with some of his friends on a long stretch of grass and Chan was charging right at them.

“You!” he shouted across the quad, making the hairs at the back of your neck stand up.

Changbin’s face went from shock to confusion to annoyance as Chan approached. Finally, he shot up from the ground to face the other head to head.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Chan yelled, immediately shoving Changbin backwards.

Once again, Chan’s temper was getting the better of him. You watched in fear as Changbin stumbled but managed to stay on his feet.

“Hey, what is wrong with you?” he called back, squaring up his broad shoulders and getting right back into Chan’s face.

“You think you can treat my friend like trash and get away with it?” Chan spat, eyes on fire, finger digging into Changbin’s chest.

The shorter guy rolled his eyes, a lazy smirk creeping onto his face. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about—”

“Fucking around like a dirty dog,” Chan added, shoving Changbin once more.

By now, a small crowd of students had congregated around the scene and you were growing hotter in the face with each passing second.

“Chan,” you hissed from behind him, “it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not!” he snapped back.

Meanwhile Changbin had started laughing. “Listen to the whore, man,” he said, nodding at you, “let it go—”

The next moment, Changbin went crashing down onto the grass, crying out in pain.

“What the fuck?!” he exclaimed holding his hands over a bloody nose.”

“Chan!” you let out, your voice coming out high pitched and panicked.

But your best friend didn’t hear. He stood over your ex-boyfriend, fists still clenched tight. “You don’t talk about her like that,” he said, chest heaving, “stay the fuck away from her.”

He turned around at last, ignoring all innocent bystanders and came straight to you.

“Come,” he said, grabbing your hand in his, “let’s get out of here.”

“Chan you really shouldn’t have done that,” you said, stumbling after him as he dragged you down street after street but you got no reply. Chan seemed to have entered a whole hotheaded world of his own. His features were stern, so unlike you knew them. He was all tenseness, so much so, you couldn’t get out of the tight grip he still held on your hand. You called his name again and again, hoping he’d come to his senses. You knew where he was taking the both of you; his place was only a few blocks away but you had no idea why. He couldn’t just pick a fight with your ex-boyfriend and then run away like this. Not to mention you both had classes in the afternoon you really shouldn’t be missing out on. Your heart was pounding painfully in your chest and your head spun, unable to wrap around everything that had just happened.

By the time you arrived at his building you’d run completely out of both breath and patience. “Chan, please,” you panted, following as he pulled you up the stairs to his room.

Still no answer.

Finally arriving at his floor you yanked back your hand, forcing him to turn around to you.

“Chan just stop!” you let out, noticing he was just as out of breath as you were, “what the hell even was that? You can’t just—”

You gasped as Chan took both your arms and brought your face close.

“We’re not doing this here,” he said, dead-serious before reclaiming your hand and pulling you to his room.

“Chan—” you started as he closed the door behind him, “you can’t just go around hitting people!” 

“Well what am I supposed to do then, huh?” he retorted, walking up to you, “this guy treated you like shit! He cheated on you and doesn’t even give a fuck!”

“Hey—” you started but his hand shot out to grab your forearm.

“Don’t try to tell me it’s not true,” he said, aggravation starting to fill out his voice, “you always do this. I don’t get you!” he shook your shoulder, making you shy away from him. He was so erratic and confusing and you were simultaneously scared and angry.

“Chan, what are you even talking about?” you snapped back, moving away from him only to have him follow suit.

He threw his head back in exasperation, muttering your name under his breath before trapping you against a wall. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know what you do,” he spoke down to you, his index finger jabbing just under your collarbone, “you always go for the guys that’ll treat you like crap!” he said, louder now, emotion trickling into the words more and more, “it’s always the same! You’re so fucking naive! You never listen to my warnings and then when you get hurt you come crying to me!”

“Chan,” you said, unable to look at him. 

“Why do you continue to fuck around with these assholes, huh?” he went on relentlessly, “why do you let them hurt you time and time again instead of getting a guy that treats you right?”

Your head finally shot up to meet his, “well, where am I supposed to find a guy like that?” you said, your eyes starting to water, “you think I haven’t tried to do just that?”

“Oh god,” Chan sighed out, coming to rest his forehead against yours. He cupped your face in one hand,gently making your eyes meet his. He looked so pained, brows furrowed, eyes like an abandoned puppy. Meanwhile your cheek burned hot under his hand as your head went blank.

“Fuck,” he said at last, his breath hot against your lips, “you don’t even know how well I’d treat you if you let me.”

There was one more moment, brief and terrifying, in which he just looked at you; looked at you like his insides were tearing him apart; before he finally brought his lips to yours with a passion as if it was the only thing he’d ever wanted to do in his life.

The vast blank that had taken over your head now exploded like fireworks, sending electricity all down your body. Chan was kissing you; properly kissing you too. The hand that cupped your face kept your lips locked as his second hand now wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The motion elicited a weak sigh, only muffled by his perfect lips. When you thought he was done he went in once more, a bit softer this time, letting it linger between you, lip to lip.

“I’ve wanted you for the longest time,” he whispered against you and your knees went weak.

“Chan.” You only knew to say his name, seemingly having forgotten all other forms of communication.

He kissed you again, chastely, second-guessing himself. “I’m sorry,” he said, pulling away just a little, “I know we’ve been friends since forever and this is just weird, I—”

“No,” you interrupted, surprised by your own daring.

“No?” he copied.

Trying to still your out of control heart, you forced yourself to look into your best friend’s eyes.

“No, I mean,” you said, taking a breath, “it’s not weird, it’s…”

“Good?” asked Chan, more nervous than you’d ever seen him.

A tiny smile tumbled onto your lips and you nodded.

It took a few seconds for the meaning behind the action to sink in, in which Chan stared at you, jaw dropped. Then, recognition trickled into his eyes and they moved over your lips, down your body and back up again.

“Fuck,” he sighed out as his eyes arrived back to meet yours and, before you could do anything about it, he crashed his lips back into you.

This time both his hands traveled over your body, exploring places they previously hadn’t been able to. You were now pressed up against the wall tight though there was no place you’d rather be. The way his lips dove at yours over and over drove you wild. Each time they came back for more you knew it would never be enough for him. Eventually he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue caress you as well. You couldn’t help but let out little gasps whenever his hands squeezed extra tight, or his tongue brushed over the roof of your mouth, causing him to smile into you.

“You’re not a quiet one, are you?” he chuckled against your lips.

You just laughed with him as his hands came down to squeeze your ass before lifting you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and let him press you harder into the wall. His head buried into your neck and you let out a moan when you felt teeth scraping the delicate skin. That only excited him, so he went in again, this time biting down until more of your little noises filled the quiet room.

“Chan,�� you breathed, feeling him grow hard against you. You buried your face into the crook of his neck.

“You getting shy, baby?” he said in a low voice, which only made you wrap around him tighter. You’d never imagined anything like this with him, hadn’t even dared think of it. But now that it was all so real and tangible, you felt more flustered than ever, especially considering ho much you were enjoying every second of it. You were so unused to this tension between the two of you and it made you bashful. But at the same time you were realizing how badly you’d wanted him all these years. His strong arms keeping you in place, his hot breath on you and the way his very clear erection rubbed against you were quickly driving you mad with lust.

“We can stop if you like,” he went on, a large hand going up and down your back soothingly, “we can take it slow.”

You pulled back and faced him, shaking your head, trying not to lose yourself over the tiny bit of friction the move created.

“No?” he questioned, brushing some hair from your face.

“I want you so much,” you confessed finally, “I need you so bad, Chan, please.”

Those last few words drove him over the edge. His fingers dug into your skin hard for a second before letting go, letting you drop to your feet again.

“Come,” he ordered, grabbing you by the wrist and taking you to his room. Once in, he looked you up and down swiftly before taking the fabric of your shirt and pulling it over your head. He smirked at the sight of you and pulled you in for another kiss while his hands felt your bare skin. You fingers found their way to the the hem of his shirt too and tugged until he got the memo and removed it as well.

“Like what you see, baby?” he grinned as he stood before you looking like a fucking underwear model.

You wanted to roll your eyes at him like you usually would but found yourself unable to. You just wanted to touch. Reaching out and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, you melted into him. He kissed you deeply, groaning into you and pulling you as close as he could.

Growing all the more desperate, you dropped an arm from around his neck to roam his toned back, moving down to his hips where you were met with the hem of his jeans. You hesitated for a moment until one of Chan’s hands began massaging your ass and you forgot all decency.

You brought your hand around to his front, where your palm could come to rest against his hardness.

You heard him mutter a muffled curse into your mouth as you pressed down slightly. He pulled back from you, eyes glazed over.

“You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?” he said, lifting your chin to him.

You just pressed down again in reply, causing him to hum deeply against your lips.

“Very well,” he said, “have it your way,” and he walked the two of you to the bed, getting in and pulling you on top of him. He lay before you now, looking up at you expectantly while you sat in his lap.

“Come on then, baby,” he said, raising an eyebrow, “get to it. Take them off.”

You swallowed, looking down at the tent in his pants, feeling overwhelmed. He gasped lightly when you popped the button and stared intensely as the zipper went down.

Seeing the clear outline of his hard cock through his underwear was enough to make you clench your thighs together. Not wasting any time, you pulled all the fabric down and licked your lips.

“Fuck,” you heard him moan as you let some of your saliva spill onto his tip, dripping down the  pulsing length. Your hand wrapped around, steadily coating the entire shaft as Chan’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment. His hand reached out to you, fingers tangling in your hair weakly as he breathed out, “I need your lips on me baby.”

Gladly, you moved down, kissing his wet tip before moving down over his length. His hand caressed the back of your head as you went, up and down, hollowing out your cheeks for him. You tried to take him in as deep as you could, only getting around halfway. Chan whined things you barely understood at you, the sound of his voice only spurring you on to go faster.

You moaned out around him when Chan’s fingers suddenly tightened in your hair, the next moment forcing you down hard, his dick sliding far down your throat. You sputtered in pain and shock as he groaned in pleasure, keeping you down for a good few seconds before releasing you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he said in a strained voice, wiping your drool-stained chin with his thumb as you gasped for air, “I just can’t control—”

“It’s okay,” you cut in and, riled up with adrenaline, you crawled on top of him and kissed him hard. You wanted him so bad; all of him, “just fuck me.”

He kissed back with new fervor, your devotion to him turning him on even more. Hands were everywhere they could reach and touch and grab and squeeze. His eventually landed at your hips, so they could roll your hips against his hard on.

You kept whining into his lips, desperate for more of his touch.

Chan seemed to agree because he flipped the two of you around and immediately got to work on getting you as naked as he was.

“That’s better,” he said, staring down at you like he was high off his ass and you were some delicious, otherworldly hallucination.

You gasped when you felt his finger enter you without warning.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned against your lips, “fuck, baby.”

You didn’t have the energy to answer him because he immediately added a second finger, while his thumb grazed your clit. You clasped a hand over your mouth to keep from crying out.

“No, let me hear you,” he said, kissing your cheek until you removed your hand so he could claim your lips again. His fingers worked a steady rhythm, opening you up for him. You kisses grew sloppier as your moans grew more erratic. His lips then moved down towards your neck, nipping at your quickly-bruising skin. “You ready for me, baby?” he asked eventually.

“Fuck,” you let out in between gasps and moans, “Chan, yes, please.”

He grinned down at how needy he’d made you with pride in his eyes.

“Chan!” you whined louder this time, your hand darting between the two of you to palm his now dripping cock, causing him to shudder above you.

“Hey!” he said, yanking your hand away and pinning you down by the wrists, “I’m in charge here.” Something had darkened in his eyes that both terrified and excited you.

Keeping you locked tightly by the wrists, he positioned himself and pushed in.

You arched up at the mixture of pain and pleasure it dowsed you in. Chan was way bigger than his fingers had been. But he was far too gone to notice. His face was all fucked out as he pressed himself in deeper and deeper, slowly until your slickness finally gave in and he plunged all the way in, drawing a high-pitched cry from you.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Chan groaned, kissing you and at once starting to move.

It was all too much. You felt him stretch you as he went and you could only thrash under him, crying out helplessly.

“You okay baby?”

The words caught you off guard and when you opened you eyes to look at him you noticed there were tears in them. You raised your head just enough to kiss him. He reciprocated with a content groan, his hands finally releasing your wrists and coming to hold your face as he continued to thrust harder.

“More,” you begged under him, “Chan, more.”

By now, most of the pain was gone and your pleasure was only heightening.

Chan kissed you again, sloppy and wet, his tongue lapping at your lips like they were ice cream before sitting up a bit straighter and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder.

You hadn’t thought it possible but he was hitting you even deeper than before. You bounced against him wildly, not caring what neighbors might hear your out-of-control moaning. He shook you over and over finding that spot you needed his touch the most. He smirked down at you, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. He spread you legs wider with one hand while the other came down to rub your clit.

“Chan, please,” you begged, “I can’t— I won’t last— I—”

“Good,” he replied in between pants, “cum for me,” and he sped up his hips.

All you could do was clasp your hands over your face as you cried out his name repeatedly. The high was so overwhelming you shuddered with it. And Chan wasn’t letting up; the pounding of his hard dick and the pressure of his thumb at your clit danced with you through the entire thing, making sure you got ridden out properly.

“Chan,” you whined out when the ecstasy of your orgasm had faded and was replaced with a heightened sensitivity, “too much!”

“Hold on, baby girl,” he panted in your ear as he continued fucking into you hard and fast, “I’m almost there.” He hugged you close, the sounds escaping both your lips creating chaotic harmonies as your worlds shook together.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, “baby, fuck!”

His thrusts became erratic and his breath hitched before you felt him fill you up. He curled around you, his groaning directly in your ear as he rocked into you, slowly coming to a halt.

He didn’t move for a few minutes. You lay, chests heaving against one another, sweating on each other. Eventually his head turned to face you and you saw your best friend, Chan, smiling down at you, not unlike how he always had.

“I can’t believe it took us this long to do this,” he said, grinning.

You pushed him off and rolled on your side towards him, getting shy again all of a sudden. You started to pull the unused blanket over yourself but Chan tore it away from you.

“No more need for this now,” he said, running his fingers up and down your arm lightly, “I wanna be looking at this all the time now.”

“Stop,” you said, hiding your face.

You felt Chan’s strong arms wrap around you, cuddling you close. “Nope, sorry,” he said, “you’re totally stuck with me now.”

You groaned into his chest, though it was apparent to the both of you that there was nothing to complain about. You’d finally found each other to be what you’d been meant to be and there was nothing greater than that.

Yup, everything was just perfect.

Well, there were maybe two things:

There was of course the matter of Changbin.

You were a little worried about facing him at first but it seemed the boy had learned his lesson not to mess with Bang Chan and the people he cared about.

Lastly, there was your presentation that was due the following day. Being the horny, lovestruck idiots you were, the two of you completely forgot about it and had to improvise a half-prepared project but for the first time in your life, you weren’t all that upset about the prospect of a bad grade.

[theartofimagining13]

CHAPTER 4: THE CHEATER CHEETAH DRESS.

WRITTEN BY: A.Wölf.

BASED ON: Imagine: After a big discussion with your fiancé Tom…

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: 1 DISENGAGEMENT | 2 THE TALE OF THE OFFENSE | 3 THE WEDDING GUEST

TEASER  |  POSTER    |   CHAPTER POSTER | CHAPTER TEASER

NOTES: First and foremost, I would like to thank @clockgirl94​ because if she hadn’t sent me that Javier gif, this chapter wouldn’t have been born.  ❤︎

I was reluctant to write spanish dialogue translations but then I remembered that spanish is my first language and maybe not everyone else’s lol. 

And also, there’s a subtle POV change.

Enjoy.

Funny how some humans’ defense mechanism works only in retrospect.

You get out of a messy situation, and it is only when you look back that things are crystal clear and you ask yourself why did I not see this before?

I was sitting on the floor, surrounded by boxes. After our honeymoon, Tom bought a bigger house in a quieter area of the city for us to move into. As I unpacked my clothes, I found a little summer dress that I hadn’t seen in months and I might as well have used as a noose because, as soon as I saw it, as soon as I touched it, I was out of breath and felt the biggest knot in my throat. There’s violence in the way some memories come back to us with an object or a smell; that seemingly insignificant piece of fabric unleashed in my mind a wild river of memories.

I chuckled at myself.

If I had truly wanted to forget, I would’ve burned the fucking dress but I had only managed to stash it at the bottom of a forgotten drawer, and now it was here. I got up and neatly placed it on the bed and stared at it. I suddenly felt a kiss on my left temple. Tom walked past me afterwards holding another heavy box and I saw the curious face he made once he left it on the floor and noticed the dress.

“You haven’t worn that in a long time.”  

“I know…”

He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“You should.” He purred in my ear before planting kisses down my neck. “You drive me crazy in it.”

My heart raced when he held me tighter and spun me around. He caught my lips with his and I felt his hands going down my back. This was triggering for me, I had to stop him without being suspicious so I gently pulled away.

“Take me out on a date when we’re done here and I just might wear it.” I lied.

Tom let out a quiet pleasure groan in advance at the mental image perhaps.

“You got yourself a deal, baby.”

He gave me a quick peck on the lips and left to carry on with the move.

I sighed. See, the thing is, Tom wasn’t the only one who that dress drove crazy, and by now, I am pretty sure we’ve established that he and his former best friend, Pedro, liked the same things. As I stared at it again, I let myself go and revisited that particular memory in the forbidden recollections book.

Tom and I were hosting a summer cookout for a few friends and family in our old garden.

It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day in June, and I was wearing the now infamous cheetah print dress with combat boots. Tom had proposed a few days prior, and I hadn’t told Pedro. The thought alone made me nervous because how was I supposed to even form that sentence?

Hello, lover. I just got engaged.

Cringe. Of course not. Which is why I chose not to wear the ring for the occasion.

It didn’t get any easier when I saw Pedro as I walked out into the backyard. He was helping Tom with the grill and the charcoal, with a beer bottle in one hand but looked up at me and stared almost longer than politically correct. And the way he did it, slowly from head to toe and with slightly parted lips which made me feel things I shouldn’t have felt; but that ship had sailed. I kept my distance mingling with others at the party and he stayed there talking to Tom for a while.

I wish I had heard that conversation.

“I asked her to marry me.” Tom said with the biggest grin. “She said yes, mate.”

Pedro tensed up and stared at Tom, he swallowed and washed down a million sour words he could’ve said with the swig of beer he took.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Tom chuckled. “I was… terrified.”

“Well, who in their right mind would ever do that?” Pedro half joked.

“You say that now…” Tom said. “But you just wait. I mean, look at her. Can you blame me?”

Pedro tightened his jaw as he glanced at her one more time and spoke through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, I’ve told you a million times that you’re a lucky motherfucker.” He said causing Tom to laugh. “I gotta take a leak.” Pedro announced dryly. “Hey, you got anything stronger than this?” and immediately added, “We’re celebrating, aren’t we?”

“There’s whiskey inside.”

“I’ll get it.”

He started to walk away but stopped to look back at Tom, realizing that he had forgotten something.

“Congratulations, man.” He forced a smile.

When Pedro walked into the bathroom, he splashed his face with cold water and scowled at himself in the mirror.

I put a big pitcher of lemonade in the fridge before I went upstairs but I stopped midway when I heard the hallway bathroom door opening and closing, and instinctively looked over my shoulder only to find Pedro.

I couldn’t read his expression so I kept walking, hoping that he would follow me, and aching for a moment with just the two of us alone. I faced him when I reached mine and Tom’s bedroom door and leaned against it with my hands behind my back. He got closer and placed his right hand right next to my head, towering over me as he stared into my soul.

“You think you can just walk around in that little dress and get away with it?”

“You like it?” I teased.

He slowly looked down and up again, provokingly.

“It’s driving me crazy.” He confessed in almost a whisper.

I allowed my eyes to wander and make sure that we were completely alone before I leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was cold, empty, so unlike Pedro’s trademark passionate ones, and he was rarely in a bad mood which made it twice as scary when he actually was, but I had no idea if that was the case. I pulled away and furrowed my eyebrows with concern. He cleared his throat and sniffed loudly.

“Is there something you’d like to tell me?” He inquired with the most serious face and tone.

“What do you mean?”

But he just cocked his head with condescendence and, it took me a minute, but I figured out what he was talking about.

“He told you.” I sighed. “Pedro, I was going to tell you, I just-”

“When were you going to tell me?” He cut me off.

“I-I don’t know, I couldn’t find the right w-”

I ceased talking and flinched when he struck the door with the hand that had been resting next to my head.

“Fuck’s sake…” He cursed and roamed a little with his hands on his waist.

Back then, silly me thought he was jealous, hell, I even liked it a bit. But no. Pedro was worried.

“Now?” He asked with a much more collected tone. “He had to propose now?”

Looking back, this was the only moment Pedro felt a little remorse. He was worried because my engagement had just made things even more complicated. Ironically enough, our affair had only started when this happened; we had been meeting in secret for a few weeks. We could’ve stopped then while Tom hadn’t a clue, could’ve pretended that it never happened and move on. Pedro and Tom’s friendship would’ve remained intact.

Pedro was a hypocrite, we’ve also established that. Somehow, it was okay to fuck his best friend’s girlfriend but once I became his fiancée, Pedro looked like he had finally encountered a line he could not cross.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” He wondered out loud while looking over my shoulder as if he could see Tom in the backyard, through the door and walls.

Truthfully, I was very happy with my diamond ring, so, I also started pondering on my future with Pedro. The fact that our affair had just started had a pro and a con in common; Pro, We had only just begun which would make it easier to cut ties right then and there. Con, we had only just begun which would make it ten times harder to quit right then and there.

I sighed with frustration when I had that moment of honest clarity.

“I guess we could… stop?” I hesitantly asked and hated it to no end.

Pedro’s face fell and he studied me briefly but carefully.

“I mean,” I added. “People might get hurt.”

Pedro blinked several times and slowly began to nod.

“You’re right. We don’t… we don’t want that. We’ve been lucky.”

But I swallowed hard because I could easily tell that he loathed this as much as I did.

“We should just… be friends.”

Again, his brown eyes traveled up and down my body and he gulped.

“Friends.” He echoed.

My heart was racing in the middle of the staring contest we seemed to be having, and I felt as if he could hear it over the silence we shared. He inched closer.

“Is…is that what you want?” He inquired.

At that point, that was the only right thing left to do, and to sort of mend things or prevent them from getting worse. But Pedro understood my silence when I just glued my eyes to his.

“Open the door.” He ordered.

As soon as I did, he followed me inside, closing it behind him and kissed me on the lips in the most urgent way, and I thought my heart would leap out of my chest. I could feel his hands going down my back as he kissed my neck and chest, and I turned around and faced the bed because I knew what we both wanted and needed. He pressed me against his body and cupped my breasts. I could feel him getting hard and it weakened my knees. His hands went underneath my dress and he pulled down my underwear before pulling the skirt up.

The sound of Pedro unbuckling his belt in a rush reverberated in my core. I desperately needed him inside of me, I wanted and needed him to fuck me till we both came. He licked his fingers and touched me, letting out a silent and proud chuckle because I was more than ready for him. Our foreplay had started from the moment he decided to eye fuck me as soon as I showed up in the garden, and our little conversation was the sugar on the rim. He lowered his pants enough to pull out his cock and caressed my entrance with the tip, using his free hand to gently and slightly bend me over the bed.

And he tortured me like this for a few seconds that felt much longer to me, inserting just the tip, slowly going out and in again until I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore and he finally quickened the pace. I wanted more. I needed more. I needed him, all of him, and I moaned when he finally granted me my wish.

“Fuck…” He breathed out and just stayed inside of me while I adjusted to him.

Pedro grabbed me by the hips with a tight grip and started fucking me like I had been silently begging him to; Hard and fast and just making me his. His low grunts and his ragged breath were turning me on even more. One of his hands slid up my back until his fingers got lost in my hair and he grabbed a fistful as he kept pounding into me, but it moved down to my neck, prompting me to stand up straight as he wrapped his arms around my waist and one greedy hand cupped one of my breasts.

“Te gusta? (You like it?)”

I groaned. I loved it when he whispered things in Spanish in my ear, and adding the fact that we had to be as quiet as possible was driving me over the edge.

“Dime. (Tell me).”

“Yes.” I breathed out. “Pedro…”

He chuckled again, knowing what I was implying and begging for, and he nibbled my neck before whispering once more.

“Te quieres venir? (You want to cum?)” He asked even though he knew I was dying to cum. I could even hear his mischievous grin. “Vente, mi amor. (Cum, my love).”

The rhythm of his thrusts increased again and he held me tighter. My whole body tensed up, I could feel it, the tingling sensation slowly taking over until it possessed me whole, mind and soul. Pedro had to cover my mouth as I came undone in his arms, he held onto me for dear life and buried his face in the crook of my neck as he poured himself into me and let out a suffocated moan against my skin.

With relief washing over us, our heart rates began to settle, and our foreheads were covered with a thin layer of sweat.

As I freshened up and washed my face, I stared at myself in the mirror and wondered if that had been the last time for Pedro and I.

Perhaps we had said goodbye in the only way we knew how.

I entered the kitchen and poured myself a much needed glass of ice cold lemonade before I was joined by my fiancé.

“I think we should tell them.” Tom said while taking out a few more meat packages from the fridge.

“What?” I asked in a blissful yet lethargic daze.

“About our engagement.” He placed them on the counter.

He stood in front of me, waiting as if he was asking for permission and looked at my glass of lemonade which he ended up stealing to take a sip.

But when he looked down at my hand, he frowned.

“Where’s your ring?” He asked.

“Oh, I… I took it off when I washed my hands and must’ve left it in the bathroom.” I lied.

“Put it on.” He said.

It was all the same now, Pedro knew. So, I did as I was told for Tom to make the announcement in the garden. I heard the three C’s of celebration; clamoring, cheering, and clapping, but all I could see was Pedro sitting in the back, and when his brown eyes found mine, he just showed a cynical smile and raised his glass of whiskey, at me, the cheeky bastard who had just fucked the fiancée in the cheetah dress.

Or the cheater in the dress.

I was sure that Pedro was just as addicted to me as I was to him. Engagement or not, we just weren’t ready to stop. If anything, he craved me more fiercely than before, and that ring on my finger just turned him on even more.

We had only just begun.

I blinked several times as the arousing memory dissolved and I became aware of my surroundings.

I bit my lip and wondered if Pedro still thought of these encounters of ours. I asked myself if he missed me, if he thought about me, if he touched himself while doing so, if he envisioned me while fucking someone else. Or the possibility of an ugly truth where he had just moved on and I meant nothing, but then I remembered my wedding day and his drunken honesty.

Of course he fucking thought of me.

[kats-kradle]

Hi hello yes I actually found your blog while I was looking for Ronon Dex whump, something there is not nearly enough of, and I just wanted to say that should you ever want to share your thoughts about him, whump-related or otherwise, I'm around to hear them,,, I care him very much (which is why I like to see him hurt... funny how that works).

OHOHOHOHOHO DID SOMEONE SAY THE MAGIC WORDS “RONON WHUMP”????? And yes there is not NEARLY enough Ronon whump!!! Buckle up I don’t think you know what you’ve unleashed by offering to let me talk about this XD i have 43 (i counted thats not an exaggeration) unfinished fics where i whump this man so i have A Lot of Thoughts on this so i’ll try to keep my headcanons and general thoughts from getting mixed up so here we go (also I haven’t actually seen past season 3ish but I know like everything)

Just general thoughts

I just love the team dynamic in general the actors had great chemistry with each other

They don’t whump Ronon enough and that is A Crime.    

But when they do whump him OH BOY ITS GOOD

Just off the top of my head I can think of     the episode where John and Elizabeth were possessed by those people who     wanted to kill each other and ronon got SHOT that was dope especially when     it showed the surgery but I was so mad there was no aftercare

Also just the fact that after Ronon was shot the guy possessing John said (about John) something like “if only you could hear him right now he is screaming so loud” or something to that effect and I’m not really a John whumper but oh boy the thought of John fighting as hard as he could to try and get control back because he wants to help Ronon rlly adds to the experience

After atlantis flies and John is going around checking the damage and he finds Ronon with the shard of glass in his shoulder juts the way he kneels down next to him is so soft and his voice goes soft too its great

I haven’t gotten there yet but ohoho the enzyme episode where Ronon gets drugged and then has to go through withdrawal ohooho I may have watched that scene a few hundred times

I just love also how fiercely loyal Ronon is and how much he trusts them

That ep where those villagers were going to give them to the wraith and Ronon literally would rather die than let his friends be taken to the wraith I love how John and Teyla go through like  45 heart attacks that’s one of the ones I haven’t gotten to yet but ive  seen gifs and oh boy oh boy does it look good

The way I generally describe Ronon is he’s     like a bug fluffy dog. Like he’s kind of silly sometimes and he’s very     loyal and will kill without hesitation if it means keeping his friends     safe

Also just that whole scene when Ronon arrives     when John is asking Elizabeth if he can stay is just like a kid asking his     mom if he can keep a dog he found

And Ronon has such a sweet smile also I love it when hes happy (but also I love it when hes in pain)

Stargate Atlantis was very well directed because for most definitions of “good acting” you can see “oh this character is sad. Now they are happy” which I do understand that many people prefer  this because they have difficulty interpreting facial expressions but I absolutely adore how subtly expressive the actors are because to me it’s fascinating to decode what the character is feeling. They act like real people and talk in the way real people would and it seems super natural and not scripted, and you can just tell in their interactions that the characters care for each other a lot and its beautiful

Now that I’ve said something vaguely scholarly-like its time to move on to the mess of headcanons

Headcanons

So when rewatching season 2 with my sister I realized the amazing potential for angst involving Kell (his old commander who he killed) so in my mind even though he’s very loyal to John at first it was more of a “you saved my life now I’ll watch your back because I owe you” and he had difficulty trusting any of them but especially John this changes over time ofc but he can’t help being wary of command 

I also hc that Kell  would punish the soldiers in his division for being “unfit” for battle so like if they broke a leg or something they would be punished  (this is mostly just for my guilty pleasure of ANGST) so that way they     would “be more aware” of their surroundings and whatnot 

Also disobey direct  orders was a big no no and you know how laid back John usually is with  orders so the first time Teyla disobeyed a direct order after Ronon joined the team John was grumbling about it in a way Teyla knew wasn’t serious but Ronon just kind of panicked and started lying his ass off and saying he threatened her into doing it and he should take the punishment which led to an awkward conversation (awkward for Ronon, it left his teammates ready for some murdering)

He hides injuries  because he was alone for so long and never had anyone to take care of him so he just forgets that he has to mention it and in his mind some injuries might not be that bad 

Beckett is constantly  chasing him around after missions desperately trying to get him to hold  still for long enough to do a check

Ronon hates pain medicine because it tends to dull his senses so in his mind all the more  reason to avoid Beckett

He is really good friends with Beckett but just not when he’s hurt

Usually he wanders into the medbay after bad nightmares if Beckett is on night shift and will just sit there

One time he hesitantly asked if Beckett could check to make sure that the tracker was actually gone for good

Ronon was expecting to get laughed at but Beckett took the request with the upmost seriousness and ran all the tests he could think of to calm Ronon’s fear

One time Ronon stumbled into the medbay and he obviously hadn’t slept in a while and was flinching at every noise so Beckett made up an excuse to “take some blood to test and see if it would be compatible with vaccines for the common sicknesses  humans get” and just like. Sedated him. Ronon felt betrayed at first but quickly realized that Beckett only did it because he cared about him and wasworried. He did try to get more sleep after that tho

Oh and you can bet Beckett goes off at him if he ever ends up in the medbay which he does to everyone but  especially Ronon because usually he’s either dragged there or he’ll come  in like “yeah so three days ago for the last mission I got hit in the side and now I’m coughing up blood so…” and then will just like pass out

While he was a runner he trained himself to be a light sleeper so adjusting to Atlantis was difficult because the ocean would wake him up every night at first

Also thunderstorms are The Worst to him because 1. It gives him PTSD for when he was a soldier and the wraith were attacking and 2. When he was a runner thunderstorms were almost a death sentence because the wraith could track him but he couldn’t hide he couldn’t hear and he couldn’t see so yeah thunderstorms are real bad for him

He has a constant fear of leading the Wraith to his new home and his new family oh also I decided that he doesn’t know if his mother died or not so every place they go he’s hopeful he’ll see her

This is a hc I had before I knew it was basically canon but he and the team hang out in the cafeteria a lot especially after nightmares they just all gravitate there

Also I haven’t gotten here yet so I’m just going off of what I know but he kind of tried to leave after Beckett died because he managed to find a way to blame himself also one of my hcs is that Beckett would tell him  about Scotland all the time and had decided that if they ever got the opportunity to go to Earth then Ronon was coming to Scotland with him sooo     ehehhe the angst of Ronon going to earth for Beckett’s funeral and going     to Scotland with Beckett but not in the way either of them wanted

On to softer hcs just cuz

He loves hugs. 7 years of being alone would  make anyone want a hug.

Children gravitate to him for some reason. Logically it doesn’t make sense because he’s so big and a bit intimidating but children just adore him

He carries extra snacks for Rodney

He can’t swim. Somehow he went his entire life without knowing how to swim which Rodney is astounded by and goes on about it for a minute or so

John took it upon himself to give him swimming lessons. John was a terrible teacher but Ronon managed to get the idea

He loves cocoa, specifically loaded with marshmallows. Teyla jokes he likes the marshmallows more than the cocoa

Wow this has gone on so much longer than I thought it would

So that’s it! you unleashed the beast. I now demand to hear your thoughts on ronon because boy oh boy hes a great whumpee and im not sure ive met many if anyone who likes to whumpe him so im super excited!!

[haroldtea]

i wrote something!!

soooo I’m a pathological “i have a fic idea and i’m never going to write it or I write a few pages and then fall off” writer buuuut I had this very cute idea and wrote 4k words of it! I wanted to post it here before ao3 because 1) not sure if I’m a fan of starting a multichapter WIP because I still may abandon it like my other stuff 2) i want feedback before i continue!!

here’s the gist: it’s princess prom except it’s a high school au and princess prom is actually homecoming. Adora is very happy and supportive of Glimmer and Bow running for king/queen. Glimmer is very, very passionate about winning. The problem is they’ve naturally got competition, in the form of Perfuma (who is equally as passionate about winning, for her own reasons) and her new girlfriend Scorpia. In a sitcom-style mishap, Adora sort of accidentally signs up to run as well...with Catra, Scorpia’s best friend who Adora doesn’t not have a crush on. The two decide to go through with it with the intention of getting eliminated from the race as soon as possible. Then, their friends come up with a different plan for them.

so, take a read below at 4k of stupidity and let me know what you think, and if you would be interested to read more :) (fyi there is a lot of swearing lol)

“I’M GONNA BE THE QUEEN!”

Adora shrieks, flailing her arms and almost knocking her lamp over in the process. She whirls around in her desk chair to face the intruder, arms raised in karate chop form (she does not know any martial arts), and finds Glimmer, who has flung her bedroom door open and has that crazed Glimmer look in her eyes that only means trouble.

“Fuck! Glimmer, you can’t just sneak up--wait, how did you get in my house?!”

“Didn’t you hear what I said?! Also, the door was unlocked,” Glimmer replies, kicking off her shoes and launching herself onto Adora’s bed, which she had just painstakingly made.

Adora presses her hand into her face, sighing. “I was kind of busy trying not to piss myself. Haven’t you heard of knocking? What if I was, you know...” she says, gesturing vaguely.

Glimmer rolls her eyes. “Please, Adora. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Anyway--the student council decided to bring back the homecoming pep rally!” she squeals, gleefully kicking her feet in the air.

Adora leans back in her chair, brows furrowed. “Bring back? Didn’t we have one last year?”

“Yes, but after the water balloon thing they weren’t gonna let us have it anymore, but it turns out that one senior who wasn’t gonna graduate did graduate so I guess they figured it would probably be fine, ‘cause like, who’s ever gonna try and top that?”

“Right,” Adora hums, thinking back to last year’s pep rally. Just before homecoming court was announced, a group of rogue seniors had risen from the bleachers, unleashing dozens of water balloons they had stashed in their backpacks. What ensued was a pandemonium Adora could only remember in flashes, resulting in almost the entire student body and the school’s hallways being completely soaked.

The catch was that the seniors had filled the balloons with blue paint. It had taken the janitorial staff weeks to get the gym bleachers, the lockers in the science wing, and the cafeteria ceiling (don’t ask) to look normal again. Classes were cancelled for almost an entire week because the paint had messed up something with the internal plumbing. It was single-handedly the coolest thing Adora had experienced in her living years.

It was all led by the legendary Mara Hart, notorious for sticking it to the man during her K-12 years. The prank had all but gotten her and her friends expelled, but given that she was otherwise an A+ student and no one could technically prove who was behind it (her friends were loyal to each other to the bitter end), she walked at Bright Moon High’s graduation to uproarious applause from her classmates.

Adora knew some of the more grisly details because Mara had been captain of the girls’ lacrosse team last year--effortlessly cool Mara, endlessly caring Mara, definitely part of Adora’s gay awakening Mara--but it had become something of an urban legend at BMHS over the past year.

“Wait, how do you know any of this?” Adora asks, because while she was personally connected to Mara in a small way, she hadn’t been aware that they were going to cancel the pep rally indefinitely.

Glimmer arches an eyebrow. “Um, hello? My mom’s the principal?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“And Mermista totally let it slip when I asked her about it after the student council meeting,” Glimmer adds, then pauses. “Okay, it was more like I didn’t even wanna be there and I wish no one had ever voted for me and I’ll tell you whatever, but still. I’m...” she props her face in her hands and bats her eyelashes, “in the know.”

Adora smirks and rolls her eyes fondly, turning back to her desk to shut her textbook and put her notes away. She can never get anything done when Glimmer’s around. “Okay, so, pep rally’s back--that’s cool,” she says.

“It’s not just cool, Adora,” Glimmer scoffs. “Being homecoming queen is literally all I’ve wanted since I was a kid. I thought my dream had died with Mara’s academic career, but now there’s hope again--it’s meant to be, Adora. It’s destiny.”

Adora had literally never heard Glimmer talk about this, but, “Um, okay.”

Glimmer huffs and dramatically rolls onto her back, flinging her arms out and further messing up Adora’s sheets. Lesson learned, it isn’t worth the effort for Adora to make the bed anymore. “My mom was the homecoming queen like a hundred years ago, and my aunt was the homecoming queen before that. It’s, like, my birthright!”

Adora lifts a shoulder, twisting around in her chair to look at Glimmer. “Okay, then we’ll just get you to be the homecoming queen too. Can’t your mom just...make it happen?”

“Ugh, no,” Glimmer sighs. “I already asked. It’s a student vote.”

“Oh!” Adora brightens. “That’s easy, then. Everyone loves you.”

Glimmer pouts. “I know, but it’s not just a popularity contest--it’s, like, a whole thing. Me and Bow are gonna have to do a talent show, and there’s a relay race, and other stuff that if we don’t do well in we won’t even get to be in the final vote.”

“Wait, what?” Adora doesn’t remember any of that from last year. “What do you mean, Bow? Is...he's running for homecoming queen too?”

“Ha! No,” Glimmer laughs, then her expression darkens, eyes narrowing. “I would crush him.”

“Right...” Adora says. Actually, Bow would make a pretty good homecoming queen. But Adora values her life, so she decidedly does tell Glimmer this.

“No, every queen nominee has to also have someone to run with them as their ‘king,’” Glimmer explains, making air quotes with her fingers. “There’s no boy/girl bullshit, but you do have to be in a pair.”

“I don’t remember any...talent shows, or whatever,” Adora points out. “I don’t think I’ve ever even heard of one of those happening in real life.”

“Well, obviously you never went. It would’ve all been during your lacrosse thingies and you would've been too busy making googly eyes at Mara Hart,” Glimmer replies, wiggling her fingers at Adora.

Adora crosses her arms and blushes a deep red. “I would not. I would’ve been playing lacrosse. And stuff.” Okay, maybe she did make googly eyes at Mara, but only sometimes, as a treat, and Glimmer doesn’t need to know that.

Glimmer flips back over on her stomach and levels Adora with a pout. “Adora, this means a lot to me. We’re gonna need your help to win this.”

Adora has no idea how she could possibly be of any help with this, but hey-- “Of course, Glimmer. Whatever you need. I’m there.”

Glimmer grins, eyes sparkling. “Yaaaaay. Also, my mom’s making meatloaf tonight, you in?”

Adora pumps her fist in the air. “Sweet. Hell, yes.”

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“This is a joke, right? Like, you’re joking?” Catra says into the receiver as she shoves another handful of popcorn into her mouth.

“I am usually a pretty funny gal, it’s true--but, ah, no. This time I’m serious,” Scorpia replies on the other end.

Catra hoists her phone higher up on her shoulder while she adjusts her grip on her Xbox controller. “Okay, please explain,” she says between chews.

Scorpa sighs, and Catra visualizes her sitting cross-legged on her bedspread, hugging one of her many stuffed animals to her chest. “I know it’s kind of silly, but Perfuma sounded really excited about it, ‘cause I guess if you win, you get to pick what charity the proceeds from the dance ticket sales go to, and...I just couldn’t say no?”

Catra smirks, mashing a series of buttons on her controller as her TV screen lights up in front of her. She’s been trying to get past this level for weeks, but she’ll probably die right before the end again whether she’d answered Scorpia’s call or not. “You are so whipped,” she says.

Scorpia sighs again, but this time Catra can hear a smile in it. “I guess so, kitty cat. Still, it sounds kinda...fun? I mean, it’s more time spent with her, if anything else. She’s talking about writing an original song together for the talent show and incorporating her Tibetan singing bowls into it.”

Catra takes that in and barely suppresses a laugh. Her New Year’s resolution was to make fun of her friends less. Some days are harder than others. “Um, wow,” she says instead. “That’s, uh...that’ll be interesting. Do I have to call you Queen Scorpia if you win?”

“Oh, Perfuma doesn’t believe in gendered royalty,” Scorpia replies. “She wants us to be known as Homecoming Monarchs.”

“Of course she does,” Catra mutters. Perfuma is endlessly kind and patient and makes Scorpia smile, so by default Catra likes her, but otherwise they...don’t exactly share identical values, let’s say. Catra brings her own point home by pressing a button on her controller and chainsawing an alien in half on screen.

“Do you...think it’s a stupid idea? The whole...running for homecoming thing, I mean.”

Catra hears the telltale signs of Scorpia-doubting-herself in her reply, so she pauses the game. “Nah. If it’s something you guys wanna do, you should go for it. Fuck what anyone else thinks.”

“Okay, thanks,” Scorpia says, sounding lighter. “I think it means a lot to Perfuma. It would be cool to win it for her.”

“Well, hey,” Catra continues, un-pausing her game. “If you need any help, let me kn--oh, fuck!”

“Catra?” Panic sets in Scorpia’s tone. “Kitty cat, speak to me--do I need to call 911?!”

“No, no, Scorpia, please don’t do that,” Catra groans, tossing her controller aside. “I just got blown up in my stupid game again, that’s all. I’m never gonna beat this final boss.”

Scorpia sighed in relief. “Aw, don’t give up, kitty cat. One of these days, you’re gonna really give it to--what’s the dude’s name again?”

“Prime something-or-whatever,” Catra grumbled, reaching for her popcorn.

“Yeah, that guy. He’ll never know what hit him.”

Catra snickers into the receiver. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, Scorpia.”

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The lunch period at BMHS is, naturally, chaotic. Being a regional high school, every inch of the place is usually crawling with students, and the cafeteria is no different. The student population is small enough and the cafeteria big enough to condense into one lunch period, although Adora has oftentimes heard Perfuma lament about the ethics and health concerns of overcrowding.

Adora likes chaos. She likes that the overlapping sounds of chairs scraping and garbled chattering combine to form a comforting din that allows her to drown out whatever weird TikTok plans Bow’s making (ok, to be real, she will be asking about them later) and quietly observe the antics happening at tables around them.

She takes another bite of her pudding and her eyes land on the table to their right where Kyle, Lonnie, and Rogelio from her math class always sit together. Lonnie is mechanically chewing her gum as she stares into a compact mirror, examining her eyebrows with fierce concentration. Across from her, Kyle is holding up something on his phone to Rogelio with one hand and gesticulating wildly with the other as he holds a corn dog. Rogelio is nodding along but is staring down fondly at Kyle rather than at the screen Kyle’s pointing to, one arm hanging loose around Kyle’s shoulders. Lonnie slaps her compact shut and shouts something at them, pointing emphatically to her eyebrows. They all pause for a moment before bursting into laughter. Then Kyle drops his corn dog.

Adora pointedly does not observe the table across from theirs. She’ll gladly watch the Star siblings silently and intensely do their homework for the next period, or listen to Mermista fight off Seahawk’s PDA attempts, but nothing could compel her to look at the table straight ahead.

That table was where Catra Weaver and her friends sat.

Including: Perfuma’s new girlfriend, Scorpia Garnet; Entrapta Dryl, who was dating one of the Hordak twins (Adora was ever completely sure which one); the Hordak twins in question, one of which who usually broods silently and one of which who usually stares around smiling at nothing and everything; the stylish and blonde ruler of the theatre kids who has been nicknamed Double Trouble for as long as Adora can remember; and finally: Catra Weaver. Effortlessly cool, effortlessly gorgeous, effortlessly effortless Catra Weaver, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed, coolly regarding the rest of the cafeteria as she holds court at her table of wonderful misfit toys.

Today’s effortless ensemble: cool jean jacket, a cool crop top, cool black jeans, cool combat boots, she got a haircut recently so--

“Um, Earth to Adora?”

“Huh?” Adora says, jerking her head up.

This is why she avoids looking at Catra Weaver’s table. Or Catra Weaver in general.

“We were talking about homecoming,” Glimmer says from her seat across from Adora, raising an eyebrow. “You were totally spaced out.”

Adora clears her throat, willing herself not to blush. “Sorry,” she replies, digging back into her pudding.

“Glimmer’s trying to convince me not to run for court,” Perfuma continues, crossing her arms.

“What? Why?”

“Because it’s totally lame and stupid and a waste of time,” Mermista answers from beside Perfuma, inspecting her nail polish. She glances up when she senses everyone at the table staring at her. “What?”

“Mermista, you’re on the homecoming committee,” Bow says.

Mermista shrugs. “So? I said what I said.”

“Look, Perfuma,” Glimmer starts, sliding her hand across the table toward Perfuma. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed if you lose. Homecoming’s a really big deal to me, and I really want to win.” She smiles saccharinely, tilting her head at Perfuma, eyes gone wide. Bow and Adora exchange a look.

Perfuma smiles back. “Oh, don’t worry about me, Glimmer! I’m sure our classmates will select the most deserving and talented couple to win,” she says, then goes back to stabbing a fork into her salad.

Glimmer’s eye starts twitching. Bow slowly and gently takes Glimmer’s hand and slides it back to her side of the table. “Glimmer, we’ll do great. The most important thing is to have fun,” he says, patting her hand.

“The most important thing is the charity,” Perfuma mutters.

“That too.”

“Is anybody else we know running?” Adora asks. Glimmer and Perfuma both shake their heads in response, until Mermista sighs dejectedly.

“Unfortunately,” she groans, raising her hand.

“Wait, what?! You just said it was stupid and lame!” Bow squawks.

“It is,” Mermista rolls her eyes. “But the rest of the student council said it would look really bad if I was on the planning committee and didn’t run. I was forced against my will.”

“Isn’t that a conflict of interest?” Glimmer asks, gripping her lunch tray so tight Adora wondered if she was going to launch it at Mermista’s head.

“I don’t know? I guess not? I’m planning on getting cut as soon as humanly possible though, so whatever,” Mermista replies, flicking her hair behind her shoulder.

“We won’t win with that attitude, my love!” Seahawk roars, throwing his arm around Mermista’s shoulder and raising a fist triumphantly. “You and I are going to be the greatest King and Queen this school has ever seen!”

“Oh my god, please stop,” Mermista groans, hiding her face in her hands.

“Picture it: you, me, newly crowned, gliding down the science wing--the students stop and stare! Could it really be our King and Queen in the flesh? The teachers stare too! I am going to give them both straight A’s!”

“Please just sit and eat your sandwich,” Mermista begs.

“Never,” Seahawk says, then kisses her on the cheek and acquiesces, taking a big bite of his sandwich. Adora tries to hide her smirk when she sees Mermista blush a deep red. She elbows Glimmer and nods in their direction so she can see.

“Aw, how cute. I’m going to destroy them,” Glimmer whispers in Adora’s ear.

“I know,” Adora whispers back. “But try to at least be nice about it.”

“No promises.”

“Ok, I have to pee,” Adora announces to the table, grabbing her lunch tray as she stands, grinning at Bow’s groan of TMI, Adora!

She makes her way over to the trash cans by the cafeteria exit, waving to her friends on the lacrosse team as she dumps her leftovers in the trash and sets the tray in the dish bin beside it. She should probably go over and check in with them about practice tonight, but she really has to pee, which reminds her that she forgot her water bottle all the way back to the table and needs to refill it before her next class.

“Damn it,” she mutters to herself, still smiling at her lacrosse friends as she whips around to head back--

And crashes right into someone, their heads knocking smack together.

“Ow!” Adora yelps, losing her footing for a moment. She rubs at her stinging forehead, glancing up as she apologizes, “Shit, sorry, sorry, that was totally my fault, I--”

And stares right up at Catra Weaver.

“I...I...I...”

She blinks a few times, but yes, that is Catra Weaver, rubbing at her own forehead and fixing a few strands of hair that had come loose from behind her ears. Catra Weaver, up close and personal, who she hasn’t talked to since...

“Your forehead is fucking hard. And big,” Catra says, holding her tray in one hand as she narrows her eyes up at Adora.

“Oh, um, you too...I mean! Thanks? I grew it myself,” Adora replies spectacularly, and then promptly wants to crawl into a hole and never come out.

Catra raises one eyebrow at her. “How hard did I hit you?”

Adora scrambles to answer. “Oh, not at all! I mean, not hard. It was my fault. Are you, um, are you okay?” This is going amazingly.

“I’m fine, Greyskull,” Catra replies, sending a tingle up Adora’s spine. She goes to deposit her tray. “Just watch where you’re going.”

Adora grins dopily. “Yes. I mean--I will. Sorry. Again.”

Catra glances Adora up and down, eyebrow still raised, and goes to say something else, when they’re interrupted by a foreboding, familiar voice.

“Ah, Adora! I’m so pleased to see you taking an interest in student affairs.”

Adora turns to see Glimmer’s mom looming over them, hands neatly clasped together. Maybe looming isn’t the right word as she’s smiling brightly down on her and Catra, but she’s tall, ok? “Oh, hi Ang--,” Adora starts before remembering they’re at school, “um, Mrs. Moon. What’s up?”

Angella gestures between her and Catra. “I was just observing how wonderful it will be that Glimmer will have a friend to share the homecoming experience with.”

Adora tenses again, remembering that Catra is still standing very close to her. “Oh, haha, yeah, super great. Wait, what?” Sharing?

Then she notices that her and Catra are standing in front of the wall where the Homecoming Court Signup Sheet is hanging. A sparkly pen tied to the clipboard is dangling within Adora’s reach.

“Oh, um, actually, Perfuma’s already--”

“I think this activity will make a fine addition to your college applications, Adora. And you know how Glimmer gets,” Angella leans in conspiratorially, not bothering to lower her voice. “I think it will calm her nerves to have a friend by her side. A bit of friendly competition, even!” she claps her hands together, delighted. “I remember having so much fun with my friends back in my day.”

“But, I’m already on the lacrosse team...” Adora mumbles, scratching the back of her neck. She glances down at the pen.

“Oh, but you know schools these days, always looking for that something that makes a student stand out,” Angella says, waving her hand dismissively. “And don’t worry, I’ll speak to Coach Huntara about any scheduling conflicts. You’ll get to have the best of both worlds!”

Wait, but lacrosse was Adora’s whole thing--does she not stand out enough? Will she seem boring to UEternia? “I...”

“Oh, Ms. Weaver!” Angella says, as if she’s just now noticing Catra. “I didn’t take you for the...school spirit type.”

“I’m not,” Catra replies, crossing her arms. She smiles saccharinely and adds, “ma’am,” for good measure. God, she’s cool.

“Ah,” Angella says, creating an awkward pause before brightening again. “Well, still, here you are. Are you Adora’s running mate?”

So, sometimes Adora panics.

Look, she’s in a high-stress situation. The girl she doesn’t not have an embarrassing crush on bumped into her, talked to her, and then her best friend’s mom swooped in basically saying that lacrosse is boring and dumb and running for homecoming court will get her into UEternia. At least, that’s what Adora got from all that. And then she insinuates that she’ll be doing that with Catra Weaver.

So, she panics. She panics, and she grabs the glittery pen, and she continues to panic.

“Yep! We’re running together!” she says, grinning.

“Say what?” Catra hisses.

“Oh, wonderful!” Angella squeals, clapping her hands together again. “I must say, I think this will turn out to be a very interesting competition. You’ll have to come dress shopping with us, Adora.”

“Haha, yeah...” Adora says, quickly scribbling Adora Greyskull & Catra Weaver on the signup sheet. Oh fuck, oh god.

“Hang on a fu--” Catra starts, then clamps her mouth shut, because the goddamn principal is still talking to them.

“Oh, I wonder what you’ll do for the talent show! I can’t wait...well, I’m off. It was great catching up, girls!” Angella says, and winks, and does weird-mom-finger-guns, and then she’s gliding away as quickly as she came.

Adora continues to grin and wave awkwardly until Angella is out of sight, then she deflates. That was so weird.

Then she turns and sees Catra reach for the pen that’s still in her hand. Adora has half a mind to snatch it away. Or half a brain cell, at least. “Hey!”

“Cross our names out. Right. Now,” Catra growls through gritted teeth, still trying to grab the pen. Adora tries to hold it up out of reach, but it’s still attached to the clipboard, so the best she can do is weave her hand in and out of Catra’s way.

“Um, no? I just told her we were running!”

“Well, we’re not. Give it to me!”

“No!” Adora grunts, yanking the pen away. “You heard her--she’s gonna talk to Coach Huntara. I can’t back out now.”

“Well, I can!” Catra says, grabbing at Adora’s arm, where she has the pen tucked under her armpit. “Find someone else to run with you!”

“I can’t! They’ll want to win!” Adora says, twisting her body away from Catra. She’s having a slight meltdown over Catra touching her so much, but she’s focusing on the pen for now. “No one’s gonna want to run with me anyway.”

Catra mutters something under her breath that Adora doesn’t catch, then she snakes her hand under Adora��s and takes hold of her wrist. Adora stifles a gasp. “Wait, you don’t want to win?” Catra asks, eyebrow quirked.

“Noooo,” Adora furiously shakes her head. “No, no, no. Glimmer would kill me. She wants to win. I just, um, panicked. I guess?” The heat from Catra’s hand is searing into her wrist.

Catra glances down at their hands and back up at Adora. “So, your friend will kill you if you run for homecoming. And you just signed up in front of her mom?”

“Um...” Adora thinks for a second. “Yes?”

Catra huffs out a laugh. “Wow, you’re even more of an idiot than I remember.”

Adora feels her face redden, shocked at Catra’s casual mention of the past, and glances away. “Look, let’s just get eliminated as quickly as possible and then we can forget it ever happened. Deal?”

“Ugh,” Catra lets out a groan, leaning her head back. She tugs at Adora’s wrist a few times, finding that she isn’t budging. “Fine! As quickly as possible.”

“As quickly as possible,” Adora nods, finding herself grinning as Catra loosens her grip and pulls away. “I’m gonna take this pen home, by the way,” she calls out as Catra begins to head back to her table.

“Fuck!”

After Adora finally pees and refills her water bottle, she gingerly sits back down beside Glimmer. Poor, sweet, deadly Glimmer, who’s chattering away excitedly with Seahawk about some new music video or something.

She says, in a very tiny voice, “So, um...I think I’m running for homecoming queen?”

Glimmer whips her head around, nose flaring. She stands up, slamming both hands down on the table with a smack.

“You WHAT?!”

And then the bell rings.

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Welcome to East-Berlin' : New chapter for "Always for the greater cause..." is out !

Chapter Summary : Important reminders are made to the others by 'Wraith' a few hours before the arrival of 'Stitch' &amp; Bell at the Perseus hideout in East-Berlin

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20th February 1981

Roman 'Knight' Gary, Ex-MI6, Perseus

Perseus safehouse 'D8' in East-Berlin, East Germany

Another fucking day to start and since days, we've been asked to standby in the safehouse of East-Berlin, awaiting for Stitch to arrive with the 'sleeping beauty' before we could start our real work to put some lovely chaos & destruction against the West but for now, the only thing I could do was to walk all around the safehouse and maintain my guns & explosives at my workplace while having to take care of Bellamy with me around.

The guy was nice to talk to but always a bit stubborn than me, not wanting to have a very long discussion with him and hopefully, there were Wraith here despite that she wasn't here all day, having to make some talks with some of our agents in town for further operations for us and that's a good thing but nonetheless...I'm still alone in that safe house that was more like a warehouse to me with Bellamy...I hope that we got to work soon.

To make me pass the time until Wraith come back to the place, I decided to take some training on the punching ball that was near my workplace, one of my ideas for having a better place to work in, and it was helping me unleash my patience onto something that wasn't an agent from the West, my desk, the walls and of course...Bellamy.

"Still training with that thing, big guy?" Bellamy comes inside the main room, just behind me with his usual joking voice.

"Are you saying this to me, little guy?" I scoffed back to him, looking around as a joke, making him that he wasn't speaking to me before looking at him, seeing him dressed in the same clothes from yesterday. "Why are you always wearing the same clothes? You didn't bring that with you?" I asked in a half-serious voice to him.

"What? I like those clothes," He replied, looking down at the black clothes he got on him. "What about you? You always got the same shirt with our emblem in big?" He remarked as I was always wearing the same black shirt with the emblem of our organization. "What a nice way to be discreet..." He muttered, going to lean on my own workplace, a smile on his face.

"You're joking, I'm always taking a vest with me to hide, not like you with your necklace," I commented, gesturing to him what he was having around his neck, "Even when you're out, you're taking it with you, not hiding it at all, that's something to make us spotted," I added to him, pointing his necklace.

"As I said, I like it and you, don't judge me when you're doing the same," He told me, shaking his head down while crossing his arms. "It's not me that I have a combat outfit where our emblem is in big & white on the front," He stated, taking a look behind him, knowing my spec-ops outfit was on my workplace.

"And what? That's not the same thing!" I implied, already feeling inside of me the urge to get back to training before Bellamy become my punching ball for good. I started to return into a fighting position, giving some punches to the ball like if it was someone: strike to the middle, on the sides, and some knee kicks.

"That's not how we have to fight, Roman." Bellamy sighed, still on my desk, making me roll my eyes to hear him judging me over my fighting style.

"Yeah, that's how I learned back before I joined to work with the British dogs," I commented before I turned around, seeing him still leaned on my desk, looking at me like if he was a teacher to me but he wasn't...just someone that wanted to be punch. "You know what? Make yourself useful and hold that punching ball for me," I advised him in a good voice.

"As you wish, Roman." He mumbled, moving away from my desk to walk next to me and to get on the other side of the punching ball, starting to hold it with his hands on the side of it. "Come on, show me how the Irish fight!" He teased towards me as I was preparing my right hand, clenching it and, putting a lot of my strength in it.

"Here's how I fight!" I taunted him in a clear voice before striking the punching ball with all my might with my right fist. That punch was this powerful from me that Bellamy was like projected away from the punching ball, removing his hands off it and almost flying on his back 2 meters behind him. "That's how the Irish fight, Bellamy...and for you, it's 'Knight'!" I make him remember well of that, Roman is only for friends.

I had him exactly where I wanted: just behind the punching ball, hitting him with it right on his face and that whole situation was funny for me, the man judging how I was fighting and speaking with jokes towards my nationality...I showed him a perfect Irish punch but it was however bad for me....because I would have like to punch him directly in his perfect teeth than the punching ball. As I moved away to see him on the ground, holding his face, the side door of the safe house opened, revealing Wraith herself, holding a black bag around her waist.

"Did I step in during the wrong time?" She asked curiously, walking inside as her eyes were on Bellamy on the ground.

"No, Bellamy didn't...train me well," I replied to her before moving to get Bellamy back on his feet. "Don't try again, little guy," I warned him discreetly near his left ear.

"Just get off me," He said, hitting my hand to get it off him, going to walk away from me, maybe fearing that an actual punching could come from me to his face.

"I hope you two will stop your arguments for the next few days, I've got the news," She revealed, getting our attention on her, both curious to what she could say to us. "Stitch called: Bell is awake and they're both arriving today," She announced in a normal voice, making my eyes go wide as it was like a liberation to me to hear that.

"Wait, you're telling that the 'sleeping beauty' is finally awake?" I chuckled and she nodded to me.

"Her & Stitch will arrive in the evening here so you two have to be reminded of things with her," She told us as she walked to the desk she was using to put the bag on it before turning around to look at me & Bellamy. "As you know, she's surely going to ask questions about her past and for that, you will have to make her think of something else than this," She started, opening the bag and taking out some things that were looking like reports & files. "Bellamy, you know your role, right?"

"Yeap, had to play the guy who knows her for years now since Rebirth Island," Bellamy recited, sounding annoyed to tell that as I remember that he wasn't so willing to play that role but he's doing it anyway, allowing me to breath freely. "Is this very obligated to do that?" He asked her.

"Yes, it is, Bellamy!" She raised her voice against him, the tone of it sounding like something that could freeze the blood of the weak. "I didn't brainwash her along with Stitch just to have someone that will not play his role perfectly," She added, angry in her voice. "So, yes, it's obligated,"

"Okay, okay, I understand," Bellamy sniffed, hands on his waist and looking down at his feet in defeat.

"Good, what we did is necessary and you know well of it because you helped us doing that," Wraith clarified to Bellamy, me remembering that he did work with her & Stitch to do their things with the 'sleeping beauty'. "Now, the only thing to do is to wait for their arrival, and you two need to stay for that," She reminded us, sitting on her chair and putting a headset over her ears.

"You heard her? Get lost, kid!" I ordered Bellamy in a serious voice before I walked back to my workplace and sitting on my own chair. I then start to put my hands behind my head and looking up at the ceiling, a smile forming on my face...

"Ah...the chaos is soon going to begin!"

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20th February 1981

Yirina 'Bell' Grigoriev, Ex-KGB, Perseus

Arriving at the Perseus safehouse 'D8' in East-Berlin, East Germany

The travel after we left Solovetsly an hour after I woke up was very long to live, having to switch between means of transports: cars, trucks and then, a plane that was going to send us straight right to East-Berlin. It was long as Stitch wasn't so willing to talk of things with me until we arrived at our destination and that also, he used the travel to get some rest, leaving me alone to think and nobody to talk.

Thankfully, after hours, we arrived in the city and we didn't have to wait too long that we were already on our way to join the hideout that we were going to use for Stitch's operations, having talked about it very briefly back in Russia and as I feared, it was the same thing for the driving, Stitch telling me not stress too much about the mission until I got my feet inside the safehouse and only 5 minutes after we left the clandestine runway in the East-German countryside, we were at our destination...finally.

"This is the place?" I asked Stitch as he stopped the car, near an old-looking warehouse, located in the surroundings of the city.

"This is where our operations will be organized," He replied before he removed the car's keys from the lock of the steering wheel. "And finally, you're able to ask about the operations we're going to do once we're inside," He reassured, seeing a smile forming through his mask and tapping me on my shoulder before he opened his door, making the same at my side.

"Let's go, then..." I thought to myself, going out of the car and taking a look around as Stitch was taking a black bag out of the backseat of the car before we could start to walk into the direction of the warehouse, first seeing a woman standing in front of a closed garage door, leaning against it and a bag near her.

"Bell, welcome to East-Berlin," Stitch greeted me, taking a quick look around before having his eye on me. "We have a job to do." He told me in a clear voice and I nodded to him instantly, hearing like echoes in my ears as we continued to walk to the garage door where the woman knocked two times on it, causing the door to get opened. "Wraith."

"Stitch." The woman spoke up, nodding at him as Stitch took the bag that was near her. "Bell," She said to me with a smile on her face before we could enter the safehouse that was looking like I thought, like an old warehouse with modern tech inside of it along with desks and comfort...Perseus safehouses...I was staying behind the two as they moved towards a desk where the two put the bags on before Stitch walks next to a dashboard filled with a lot of pictures & files.

"Everyone, gather up," Stitch said loudly, gesturing with his right hand to assemble near him, staying away at a few meters from them as I could see Bellamy & another guy that I couldn't recognize, having a long beard and black shirt with a Perseus emblem on it. "Now that we're all here, we can finally start our work against the West,"

"It's about time," The man with the beard expressed his joy about it, making me laugh silently.

"I know, Knight, we had to be patient but since Bell is here, we can start to work," Stitch exclaimed, looking at me before he turned around to look at the dashboard. "As you all know, we have a chance to show the world our power, and that chance...is called 'Greenlight'" He started, with me taking a few steps in front of me to have a closer look at the dashboard. "The CIA has put some of their nuclear bombs under the main European cities, claiming to use them for counter a Soviet attack on the West,"

"They always make things easy for us," Bellamy remarked, crossing his arms as he looked at me with a smile, winking at me...been a long time that I didn't see him.

"Of course and with that, we're going to detonate those bombs and we will put the blame on them, allowing our 'Greater Russia' to be reborn," Stitch added, turning around to face us all again. "But as we all thought, we're here to make sure that 'Greenlight' gets into our hands and it will be hard for us but it will be worth it," He continued, mixing between looking at each one of us, "And...unfortunately, we only had one strong leader to start with," He looked at Wraith who grabbed in her hands, a file...with some blood on it.

"This file was recovered 13 years ago and it can help us to know more but it's encrypted, even our best cryptographers didn't manage to crack it," She explained to us, showing the file in her hands before she had her eyes on me.

"I know that you want to try to crack the code of this file but to make your task easier, me, you & Bellamy had to revisit what happened back in Rebirth Island," Stitch said to me as Wraith was putting the file down on the desk they both put the bags on earlier

"Rebirth? You're asking a bit much, Stitch," Bellamy commented to him as Knight was having his eyes on him...not so friendly by the look of it. "But, yeah, if we had to talk about it, okay..." He snorted, having exchanged glances with Knight, seeing him take a few steps on his side.

"Good, I'm finished, for now, Knight & the others, you can go back to work, Bell, I need to talk to you," Stitch directed, causing everyone to split up and to return to where they were working on their desk while I was walking to approach Stitch. "I know that you want to talk with the others but I think that we should start directly to remember what happened in 1968,"

"Are you sure? It isn't something you were willing to talk about before and like that, you changed your mind?" I asked him curiously, memories of my head telling me that Stitch was always rebuffing to talk about these days

"Yes but there's something I didn't tell you," He snorted, removing his hood to scratch the back of his head before he looks at a specific place on the dashboard. "Russell Adler is back and he's pulling out a team to stop us," He pointed out a picture of Adler, seeing the man with scars on his jaw, my eyes wide like if I saw a ghost in front of me

"Shit," I whispered by hearing this and looking at the picture.

"He's one of our objectives: I want him to suffer like me, you & Bellamy did in 1968, his capture is a priority," He declared to me, putting his hand on my back to make me look away from the dashboard, walking back next to his desk. "I want him to see what we can do, to let him see his world crumble and seeing a new world,"

"A bullet would have been better for him but it's too much for him, the guy deserved a slow & painful death," I stated, remembering what Adler did to us, feeling that his crimes need to be stopped for good against us,

"As I thought, our minds are alike and now, it's time for us to remember why we're doing all of this," He tapped me on my right shoulder in a friendly way before he moves to sit on his chair, "You should talk to Wraith before we start to work with our brains," He advised me & I nodded to him before I decide to leave him alone.

Shit, not only I'm trying to make sure that we got our hands on 'Greenlight' but we also have to fight Russell Adler himself and the team he was going to pull on, this guy was never going to let us do something without having him around and what he did to me...to us, it has to be given retribution, wanting to give him what he gave me in Rebirth Island. A deep breath later and I walked away to join up Wraith at her desk, as Stitch suggested to me before I could remember that day.

"Hi, you're Wraith, right?" I started in a low voice as I approached her desk before she turned around to look at me, putting a file aside that she got in her hands.

"Yes, Freya Helvig but call me Wraith, it's better...but if you're a close friend, you'll call me Freya," She presented herself to me, giving me indications about how I should talk with her. "So, as I heard, you were working with Stitch since 1968?" She asked me.

"Exactly, I was one of his assistants when he was the one leading the Nova-6 production in Rebirth Island before the CIA raided the place," I replied to her clearly, telling more of myself. "Since that event, I & him were close, not forgetting Bellamy of course," I added, not wanting him to be forgotten too.

"Like comrades..." She whispered, a grin on her face that almost make me blush and uncomfortable to look at her after those simple words as she used a rather uncommon voice from before.

"What about you? I have a feeling that I know you but...must be only my imagination," I demanded to her as if her voice was familiar to me but not this close

"Oh, you must be wondering how long I've been working with Perseus and if we know each other..." I nodded to her, biting my bottom lip, staying up as she was rolling her eyes around to think. "Well, it's been only an year that I left the NIS, disabused by what the West were going and since, I'm feeling happy and about if we met...maybe yes but it had to mostly eye contacts,"

"Yeah, that what I was thinking about," I muttered, making a muffled little laugh with my mouth.

"If you want to make further talks with me, I'll be willing to do with you," She stated, making me blush even further, passing my left hand behind my neck

"Uhm...for the moment, Stitch said that I needed your advice about remembering Rebirth," I told her, my voice a bit uncomfortable and trying to look away from her to Stitch.

"For that? You just need to remember everything because it's all-important: every detail count towards our work," She said in a normal voice to me. "By remembering that, that could help you to decrypt that file faster," She continued before she gestured at me to take the chair that was just behind me and I complied directly, taking it to sit near her, "You need to remember everything, every details is important," She added.

"Yes, everything..." I whispered, putting my arms on her desk to clean my mind to let me think clearly, stretching my fingers while closing my eyes to have better chances to remember everything.

"Take a deep breath and start to remember," She advised me, feeling one of her hand behind my back on my shoulder level, complying like she said. "Remember...everything, Bell," She continued, her voice appeasing me to control myself to make me think normally...

"Remember...remember everything...it was 13 years ago...the 28th of February 1968,"