#documentary v. feature

[cancmbyn]

So as faithful fiction readers know, I haven’t written anything in a long time…

To get out of this drought, I decided to write a movie review. Not exactly fiction, but still writing. In my book that counts as progress!

If you are interested, please check out Bones and All and Salvatore: A queer perspective on the latest from Luca Guadagnino.

There ARE spoilers from both films in my review, so don’t read if you haven’t seen BAA.

Thanks, in advance, for your support! 💜

[eddiesghxst]

The After Party

this is nothing but smut and entirely based off the gorgeous and delicious request my sweet stink @mmunson86 sent me <3

credit for cute lil dividers: @cafekitsune

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18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x makeup artist!reader

summary: you and eddie celebrate after a successful night

contains: eddie is a little anxious in the beginning, grinding, oral (f and m receiving), p in v (unprotected - don't be silly), creampie, multiple L word bombs, and eddie being a sweet lil rockstar bf <3

word count: 4.5k

-masterlist-

The Oscars.

A night full of pretentious actors and actresses who walk with their noses high in the air with straight backs and posh accents to match.

It’s a load of bullshit, is what Eddie thinks.

Maybe not bullshit— that’s a harsh way to put it— but it’s definitely not any place for a metalhead rockstar, let alone four metalhead rockstars.

Yet, here Eddie is, preparing to step out of a black SUV and into the swarming crowd of flashing lights, nameless faces, and a hailstorm of screaming questions. Not the ideal way Eddie would choose to spend his Sunday night, but he’s more focused on what will come after the award show.

A night spent with you.

His lucky charm.

You and Eddie met many moons ago, back in ‘91. Corroded Coffin was finally going big and landed a shoot for their first official music video. Eddie hadn’t believed the day could get any better, but then you came in, all panicked and spewing apologies for running late. And you were gorgeous; everything about you was perfect: your hair, your lips, your eyes, your hands, your legs. Everything. And, well, Eddie was stoked to find out you were a part of their makeup crew for the day. 

Obviously, Eddie managed to end up in your chair, and it’s the best decision Eddie ever made— because now, four years later, Eddie’s riding to the fucking Oscars with the love of his life.

Fuckin’ ace, right?

When Eddie asked you if you were doing anything on the night of the Oscars, you had initially thought it would be to do his makeup since you don’t often attend these types of things with him, but he quickly shut that down, “No, I want you to come with me— you do know you’re also my girlfriend, right?”

You were surprised because, well, shit, it’s the fucking Oscars, but even if you insisted that Eddie should take Wayne instead, he refused to take no for an answer, and now he’s thankful for his stubborn manners because you look stunning.

Eddie can’t wrap his mind around how beautiful you look tonight. You always look beautiful, but tonight, it’s a different tier of Disney princess incarnate. You’re breathtaking, Eddie thinks as he watches you apply your lipstick.

You’re wearing a custom-made all-black lace Chanel dress; it hugs you in all the right places and sits around your chest in a sinfully perfect way that has Eddie shifting in his seat every now and then. 

Eddie doesn’t realize you’re talking to him until you reach out and touch his knee, “Huh?”

Your lips curve into a soft smile, “You doing okay, hon?” You ask as you squeeze his knee.

Eddie hums, resting his hand over yours and curling his fingers around yours to bring your hand to his mouth, muttering into your knuckles as he kisses your warm skin, “Peachy.”

It’s not Eddie’s scene; award shows like this. More so because Eddie is a singer and not an actor, but the band was nominated for best documentary feature. For the past two years, Corroded Coffin has been working day and night on their rise to fame documentary— and fuck, did the film pull numbers.

Initially, the boys hadn’t imagined the movie would get this much attention, and Gareth wouldn’t believe it even if you showed him the actual numbers, but reality settled in when they got the letter for their Oscar nomination.

The boys have been excited, to say the least. Eddie has been preparing a speech for months now and has been talking about it for weeks on end, and now that the day has come, Eddie’s a nervous wreck, and apparently, he’s shit at masking it because you’re leaning over to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“You’re gonna do great. You have nothing to worry about.” You assure Eddie with a squeeze of his fingers, and Eddie thinks you’re right— there’s nothing to worry about, right?

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Wrong. 

Eddie was wrong.

The show went great. Corroded Coffin won, and Eddie did somewhat okay on his half of the speech, but whoever the idiot was that was in charge of seating arrangements sat you right next to Steve fucking Harrington— and god, Eddie couldn’t stand how close Steve leaned in each time to speak over the chatter of the crowd.

You’ve mentioned Steve in the past, something about working together on a past film, but Eddie wasn’t aware of how close you two actually are— and is it a crime to get grumpy when a guy is clearly fiending for your girlfriend? Eddie doesn’t think so.

But how can Eddie be upset when you’re peppering wine-sticky kisses all over his face?

“I’m so fuckin’ proud of you.” You mumble between each kiss.

Eddie can feel the curve of your smile against his skin, and his stomach flips as he squeezes at your hips, pulling you closer as he melts into the plush hotel covers.

“You’re so sweet. Got this hotel for me when it’s supposed to be your night?” You hum, pressing your body into Eddie’s as you leave one wet kiss against his chin. Eddie smiles, “I wanted to do something nice,” Eddie shrugs. “It’s a celebration for us both, princess. You were a part of the journey, too, you know.” He presses a kiss to your lips, and you snort.

“Barely,” you grin. “But I’m honored to have been mentioned in your speech.” You dust your nose across Eddie’s, and Eddie hopes you don’t see the blush that rises to his cheeks at the mention of the heartfelt words he’d said to you while on stage. It made the crowd awe and coo, and you had tears in your eyes when he found his way through the arena back to you, wasting no time in giving you a bone-crushing hug and an excited kiss.

Eddie’s hands trail over your back to squeeze at your ass, humming against your lips when you push back against his touch. Eddie’s fingers curl into the fabric of your dress, “Take this off,” he grumbles, and you smile, kissing him once more before pushing yourself up, “Not so fast, I’ve got a surprise.” You crawl off his lap and roll your eyes when Eddie groans at the loss of contact. 

You fondly gaze down at your boyfriend dramatically splayed out on the hotel bed and snicker as you softly kick at his foot, “Pause the theatrics and unzip me, please?”

Eddie sits up with a grunt, lips twitching when he sees the smile on your face as you turn your back to him. Eddie’s fingers are cool and gentle when they brush against your skin, knuckles grazing down your spine as he unzips the dress. You hold the dress to your chest so it doesn’t fall, and you shiver when Eddie leans forward to press a kiss right in the center of your back, his hands slinking into the opened dress to curl around your warm stomach. Your teeth bite into the smile of your lip as you shimmy out of his hold, teasing him for being greedy and ignoring the annoyed remark he sends toward you.

Eddie watches, lovestruck and in awe, as you saunter into the ensuite and disappear behind the closed door. And as Eddie sits on the edge of the bed, watching the shadow of your figure move beneath the door, he can’t stop himself from asking, “So, what’s up with that Harrington guy?”

“...Steve?”

Eddie tries not to let irritation seep into his tone, but he rolls his eyes and nods as he responds, “Yeah… Steve.”

You knew Eddie had been thinking about your interactions with Steve ever since you found your seats and realized you were sitting next to your longtime friend. It was all friendly, an excited hug to see one another after so long, followed by a lot of conversation throughout the night. Eddie didn’t interrupt, but he kept his hand on your thigh for most of the night.

You had been extra touchy with Eddie all night to remind him that Steve is not who you want and you only have eyes for Eddie, but it seems to have still been on his mind. 

You shrug, even though Eddie can’t see you as you slip on the intricate lingerie. “I told you, babe, we worked on a set together a while back in like ‘89.” You respond before adding on with a joking tone, “He’s too famous for me now.” Eddie immediately responds with, “That’s not true.” and you smile as you strap the garters around your thighs.

You can practically hear Eddie’s gears turning before he speaks up again, “I didn’t know you knew so many people in the film industry.”

Your turn to see yourself in the mirror as you respond, “I mean… sure, Eds, why does it matter?” You ask as you slip on a robe over your decorated figure.

“It doesn’t matter! I mean— it does matter, but I’m not like… bothered.” You giggle as you tighten the robe around your body before swinging the door open, stepping out, and gazing at your flustered boyfriend. The first few buttons of his shirt are open, and his lips are stained red from the wine you’d shared at dinner. His brown eyes are wide and shiny from the light influence, and your heart squeezes within your chest as you step in between his legs and cup his face, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose and then his forehead. “What’s wrong? You’re upset about Steve?” You hum.

Eddie pouts, ringed fingers sinking into the soft material of your robe. “No.” He grumbles. You smile, tilting his head up so he looks at you; you press the palm of your hand against his eyebrows, gently pushing his bangs out of the way. “You have nothing to worry about, Eds. Steve is just a friend… and I’m like ninety-nine point nine percent sure he has a crush on you.” Eddie rolls his eyes as he squeezes the softness of your hips, “You’re just saying that.”

You shake your head with a snort, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you move to straddle his hips. Your robe shifts from the position, and Eddie’s eyes flicker to the small open view he has of your chest, and he groans at the sight of black straps and lace. You shift on his lap, grabbing his attention as you reply, “I’m not actually,” You hum, leaning forward to press a wet kiss to Eddie’s jaw. He breathes, warm fingers ghosting over your stocking-clad legs and squeezing the thick of your thighs. “Everyone wants you, Eddie.” You whisper as you pepper kisses across his jaw and neck.

Eddie’s hands smooth up your sides and back, ghosting over your neck to cup your face and tilt your head, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you smile and mumble, “S’too bad, you’re stuck with me.” Eddie hums at your words, and you lean in to kiss him again, “Forever.” You add with a joking tone. 

“I don’t mind forever,” Eddie mutters against your lips, and your heart flutters as you imagine forever with Eddie. Settling down in your home together, maybe raising a family, getting a dog or a cat, growing old together. Forever. You want it.

Eddie’s hands are still roaming your body, and you sigh when his fingers gently squeeze over your covered hips. “You gonna show me the rest of my surprise?” Eddie looks at you with hunger in his eyes as his fingers hook into the straps of the garter, pulling and letting it snap against the skin of your thigh and snickering when you jolt with a yelp. “Because these are giving me ideas.”

You giggle, “Ideas?”

Eddie nods, softly nipping at your chin, and you roll your eyes before nodding down at the tied belt of the robe, “Fine then. You can open your gift.”

Eddie’s like a kid on Christmas when you give him the go-ahead. He’s always eager to unravel you in any way, shape, or form, and you have yet to find yourself growing bored of watching him indulge in his favorite toy— you. His gaze is excited, and his fingers make quick work of untying the loose knot, tossing the belt to the side, and pushing open the sides of your cover-up. 

“Jesus fuck…”

Eddie is speechless for the most part, mind struggling on which parts of you to focus on and which parts to touch because every inch of you is just so fucking perfect. Eddie pushes the robe off your shoulders, fingers warm and gentle as they drag down your arms, running over the tops of your thighs and gently squeezing your hips. And then he sees it— the fucking words woven into the fabric of your black panties.

Oscar Winner’s Only

In red cursive lettering. Eddie’s lips quirk into a smile, and you grin as he surges forward to press a searing kiss against your lips, “God, I fucking love you.” He groans as he flips you over, ignoring your squeal as he presses sloppy, wet kisses to your neck.

“You like it?” You ask, and Eddie moans against your skin before sitting up to look at you, “I fucking love it, baby. You’re so fucking good to me,” He kisses you and you hum, “I want you.” He adds.

“Want you all the time,” Kiss. “Every day.” Kiss. “Every second.” Kiss. “Three sixty-five, baby. You’re so fuckin’ it for me.”

You preen, arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him in close as your legs cinch around his waist. You sigh heavily into a kiss, your body melting into Eddie’s when you feel him stiff against your core. You squirm, “Show me.” You whisper against him.

Eddie thanks you for the precious and thoughtful gift as he unwraps you from the lacey garments because even though you look like a goddess wrapped in lace, Eddie can’t take a single barrier between you— “I need to see you. All of you. Every inch.” You don’t argue with him on that and allow him to undress the little clothing you had until you’re bare against the hotel sheets. It’s a blurry whirlwind of clothes, kisses, and soft praises as you and Eddie grapple at one another, yearning to feel skin on skin.

Eddie’s kneeling over you, veiny and decorated hands smoothing over your spread thighs, his hair now pulled back into a shitty excuse of a bun— and god, he’s so beautiful. Stark naked body on full display in front of you, tattoos fluttering alive with the steady rise and fall of his chest. Wisps of hair escaped his grasp when he tied his unruly locks, and they now frame his face in an almost heavenly way, and you want so badly to capture his essence in this very moment. Snap a picture and keep it tucked away so you can always gaze at and admire him in this moment.

Eddie’s cock is hard and almost leaking as it stands proud between your bodies, and you want to reach out and touch him, but Eddie is leaning over to kiss you and mumble instructions for you to turn around.

A shiver rolls up your spine in excitement as you flip over, grabbing one of the pillows to hold beneath your chest. You rest your head against the height of the pillow, goosebumps painting all across your body in anticipation. You expect Eddie to hitch your hips back towards him and pull you up to all fours. You expect him to be as hungry and eager as he always is because you and Eddie usually play that way. Rough, hard, toe-curling and sloppy. But you’re surprised when you feel Eddie’s gentle touch travel up the expanse of your thighs, ass, hips, and back, the pressure of him leaning over you to push your hair away from your neck and press a soft kiss to the warm skin.

You can feel him, hard and heavy between your ass, and you can’t help but push your hips back into him. Eddie moans, pressing wet kisses just below your ear, one of his hands slinking around your body and dipping between your hips and thighs to find your soaked and throbbing core. You moan when his fingers explore the familiar area, teasing and dipping and caressing. Your hips move with him and, in turn, allow you to rub against him until he’s panting against your skin. 

“I want it, Eds.” You pant. Eddie hums as he sinks a finger into you, your legs instinctively spreading more beneath him. “Yeah?” He hums, and you nod your head against the pillow. “I wanna taste you first.” He responds, pressing a kiss to your temple. You whimper when his finger ticks up against your spot, thighs twitching in pleasure. “Can I taste her, princess?”

You nod desperately, “Yes,” you pant, “Yes, please. It’s yours, Eddie.”

Eddie’s fingers slip from your core, and he slinks down your body, smattering wet kisses all over your back as he goes. Your heart races as he presses one last kiss to the bottom of your spine before gently tapping your hip. You raise onto your knees at his kind instruction, opening yourself and presenting all you have to him. Eddie groans, hands smoothing over your ass and squeezing the warm flesh before parting you open for his gaze. You whimper at the vulnerability but find yourself clenching in excitement anyway.

Eddie leans forward and kisses the spot where your cheek meets your thigh, “You’re so pretty, baby.” He presses another wet kiss to the other side as his fingers slide through the messy and sticky expanse of your cunt. “So perfect,” He kisses you again. He keeps playing with you as his other hand squeezes the dip of your hip and thigh, “All mine?” He says. You squirm and nod, voice needy and small as you reply, “All yours.”

Eddie leans forward, tongue warm and wet as he drags it up the length of your pussy. You moan loudly, fingers curling into the sheets as he palms each of your ass cheeks and immerses himself in your heavenly waters. He’s calculated with it, soft and languid strokes paired with toe-curling suckling moments over your clit. He moans against you, nose pressing against your ass as he laps at every inch of you.

He parts from your dripping wet folds with a soft gasp, and you moan as his fingers go back to playing with your clit. He smears sticky kisses over the flesh of your ass and thighs, mumbling sweet praises and words as you whimper his name, “M-more, Eddie, please.” You slur.

“I want you to cum on my tongue.” He softly says into your skin, fingers dipping into your pulsing center. You gasp, squeezing his fingers as your legs quiver. “Can you give me that, sweetheart?” He asks.

You nod, wriggling back into his touch, and Eddie hums in appreciation before diving back into you. He slips his fingers from your cunt to hold your hips still for him, wet fingers digging into your skin as his tongue drags through your folds. You gasp when he licks one long journey from your clit to your ass, and Eddie hums as you shiver. He’s a tease, never giving you the rest of what you want as he goes back to devouring your pussy. You don’t mind though because soon, Eddie has you seeing stars.

The feeling is all-encompassing, a lick of fire rolling over your entire body as you quiver and shake in his hold, position faltering until Eddie has to hold you up with a hand pressed to your pelvis.

He keeps going until he’s had his fill and lets you gently fall onto the soft covers in exhaustion. He watches your back rise and drop in heavy breaths and leans over to kiss the middle of your spine. You hum, hips rising to meet his, and he smiles against your shoulder as his fingers wrap around your hips. “Flip over; I wanna see you.”

You’re an angel, Eddie thinks.

Your eyes are clear and blissed out when you look at him, lips swollen and tinted from biting and licking them in your depths of pleasure, and there’s a thin sheen of sweat over your body that makes Eddie’s brain short-circuit. Your hands drag over his arms and his shoulders, softly pushing in an indication that you want to switch. Eddie doesn’t protest, hands finding your hips as you both swap positions so you can straddle him.

You can feel the heavy weight of his cock against the inside of your thigh when you lean in to kiss him, and it makes you squirm. You want nothing more than to lift your hips, line him up, and sink down onto the length of his cock, but you want to taste him first. You want him to feel loved, to feel needed and wanted.

You kiss as much of him as you can on your way down to your destination between his thighs— with the anticipation and excitement bubbling in your gut, they’re more sloppy and needy than intended to be— but Eddie seems to enjoy it, considering the pearly white smear of cum already leaking from his tip.

You smile, settling on your stomach and wrapping your fist around his cock, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the tip. Eddie moans, reaching out to rest a hand on the back of your head as you wrap your lips around him, softly sucking and licking. 

You take him slowly, warm mouth sinking over every inch of him until he reaches the back of your throat. Eddie always loses his wits when your mouth is wrapped around him, and most of the time, it doesn’t take much before he’s thrusting up and fucking your throat, but tonight Eddie only wants to sink into the euphoric pleasure. You’re all around him; the smell of you is on the sheets, the taste of you on his tongue, the feeling of your warm mouth dragging over every inch of his cock, your nails softly scratching up his twitching thighs. Eddie thinks he might be in heaven.

He won’t last much longer if you keep sucking him this good, so he tugs you off his length, wrapping a fist around himself as he looks down at you with low eyes, “Come here, baby,” He pants, “Come sit on it.”

You were eager to have the taste of his cum on your tongue, but your empty core clenches at the thought of Eddie filling you to the brim, so you crawl your way back to straddling him.

Eddie kisses you feverishly, letting go of his cock to grasp at your waist as you settle over him. You gasp when his cock slips against the wetness of you, and your hips rock against him, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you press your bodies together. “F-fuck,” Eddie stutters. He wraps an arm around your middle, aiding your movements as you grind against him. Eddie’s lips dust across the warm skin of your shoulder, and he softly kisses the area. You whimper, nuzzling your face against his neck as you whisper for him to put it in. 

Eddie reaches a hand between you both, and you lift your hips so he has room to grasp himself. He languidly strokes his tip up and down your pussy before lining himself at your entrance. You wriggle yourself down onto him, moaning when his tip slips in.

“Oh fuck,” Eddie moans, fingers tightly gripping onto your hips, “Take it all the way in, baby.” He presses encouraging kisses across your neck and jaw.

You whine when you finally have all of Eddie pressed into your cunt, your pussy fluttering around the base as he stretches you. You shift your hips and whimper, “Feels so good, Eds.” 

Eddie runs his hand up your back, caressing your body as he subconsciously shifts his hips up, bullying his cock deeper into you. You lean in to kiss him, and it’s not the best kiss you’ve ever given, but it’s filled with nothing but soft appreciation for the man beneath you. “I love you.” You remind him, hot lips brushing over his as you speak. Eddie’s cock twitches within your walls, and you pulse around him. “I– fuck,” Eddie doesn’t get to finish his sentence because the drag of your velvet walls on his prick is mind-numbing.

You sink back onto him and hum, “You love me, Eds?” You softly say into his neck. Eddie nods quickly and desperately, heavily swallowing as you lift again. “Yeah. Yeah— fuck. I love you, baby. So much.” He breathlessly pants, choking on a moan when you slide down his cock with a sinful grip.

You’re overwhelmed with pleasure, your mind becoming a blur of sensations, and Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You whine, wriggling your hips against his, and Eddie coos as he pulls you in tighter. “Need me to do the work, princess?” He softly offers, a gentle hand petting back your hair. You nod against his shoulder, grinding down onto him and pulsing. Eddie sinks lower into the bed to plant his feet on the mattress, causing him to inch deeper into your cunt. “Ah,” you moan, “Yeah. Yes— give it to me, please.”

Eddie doesn’t waste another second, smoothing his hands over your sides and thighs before situating his grip over the globes of your ass to begin thrusting into you at a steady pace. It’s deep and slow, and every single thrust is the right angle, and he has you moaning and grasping onto his shoulders for dear life because “I’m gonna cum.”

Eddie’s head drops back onto the sheets, eyes shut and lips parted as your wet lips smear across his shoulder and neck with each thrust. “Let me feel it, princess, come on.” He encourages.

Your toes curl, and your body tenses as you topple over the edge, spiraling into the warm pool of pleasure. You’re moaning Eddie’s name as he presses his lips to your temple, mumbling how much he loves you and pumping himself to the top of his climax. “Inside, Eddie. Do it inside.” You softly gasp.

Eddie presses into you with a deep groan, pumping his entire load into you. It’s a familiar feeling, having Eddie cum in you, but he’s so deep, and he’s holding you so tightly that your chest squeezes with so much love for him, and you barely notice your eyes welling with tears until Eddie’s shifting back to lift your face. His eyes soften, like he already knows what you’re feeling, and he softly kisses you until you melt into him.

You’re fragile like this, and Eddie knows, so he doesn’t even think of untangling himself from you until you softly sigh, nuzzling your head against his neck and shifting your hips. Eddie groans, dropping a hand to squeeze at your hip in warning of his sensitive cock. You mumble a soft apology, and Eddie brushes it off with a quick peck.

And in a very loved and typical Eddie-fashioned way, he breaks the quiet and soft atmosphere with a sudden question, “So,” he clears his throat, “What were you gonna do with the panties if we didn’t win the Oscar?"

[fatecantstopme]

Fake It Til You Make It

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: You’d just broken up with your boyfriend of 2 years after he cheated on you. Chris Evans, your best friend since childhood, suggests pretending to be your boyfriend to get back at your ex. You execute the plan flawlessly, but it has unintended consequences that threaten to change everything.

Warnings: RPF. Cursing. Fluff, angst, SMUT! Oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V), dirty talk, over-stimulation.

"There is absolutely no way I'm going to this damn party."

"Aw, come on, (Y/N/N)," Chris chided. "It's Saturday night. What else are you gonna do?"

You sighed. "Sit in my pjs on the couch, watching a serial killer documentary, obviously."

Chris laughed and threw a dish towel at you. "As fantastic as that sounds, you're single now! You have to actually go outside and meet people."

You tossed the towel into the washer and grumbled, "What if I don't want to meet people?"

He rolled his eyes. "If you don't come, then I'll have no one to gossip with."

"As if I'm your only friend."

"You're my best friend, and as such, you have a very special role to fill. It's required."

You groaned, back leaning against the front of the washer. "Chris, I have nothing to wear." He was about to respond, but you continued. "Besides, he'll be there."

Chris's expression changed, anger darkening his features. "Who cares about him? He was never good enough for you anyway."

You crossed your arms over your chest. "You literally introduced us."

He threw up his hands. "Mistakes were made."

"I know it's been a couple months, but it's just...I don't know. I don't wanna see him. Especially if he's with one of the girls he cheated on me with."

"Even if he's there with an entire brothel, you can't let it bother you. You deserve so much more than that."

You sighed. "I know, I know. I just don't wanna go alone."

"You'll be with me!" he insisted.

You laughed. "Not exactly what I meant, Chris."

"Oh. So you'd rather go with some lesser man?" he teased.

"Oh stop," you said with a chuckle. "But seriously, he's gonna be there with a girl and I just don't wanna be the loser ex who shows up without a man on her arm."

"Since when do you care what other people think?"

"I don't...I just--" you sigh. "I wanna make him jealous."

Chris raised his eyebrows. "Well then...I have the perfect plan."

"Oh?"

"We go together."

"Yes, you already said that."

"No, you misunderstand," he said with a quick shake of his head. "You and I go together...make everyone believe we're dating. He'll be out of his mind with jealousy."

Normally you wouldn't have considered his suggestion...the deception just wasn't your style. But your ex had really fucked you over and you couldn't deny that getting back at him was very appealing. Especially using Chris...your ex always thought you and Chris were too close, that something was actually going on between the two of you.

"So we just pretend to be dating to piss him off?" you asked.

Chris nodded.

"Okay," you say. "Against my better judgment, I'm in."

He grinned ear to ear. "I'm brilliant, aren't I?"

You rolled your eyes. "Shut up and help me find something to wear."

He laughed and followed you to your bedroom closet. "There's gotta be something in here you can wear."

Your closet was packed with clothing, but you didn't really see anything that appealed to you. "Nothing looks good."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed a dress off the rack. "How 'bout this one?"

"Too trampy."

"This one?" he asked, pulling out a different dress.

"Too formal."

"Maybe this?"

"Doesn't fit right."

He groaned. "Then why do you have it?"

"Because it's cute and I'll get it altered at some point."

"Women are so weird," he grumbled as he dug through several more dresses before pulling out what he deemed to be the perfect one. "This has to be it."

You cocked your head to the side as you looked at the dress. It was cut just above the knee, jet black, form-fitting, and all around beautiful. Plus it did accentuate all of your assets. "Hmm. That might actually work," you said thoughtfully. "I'll throw it on, you go find shoes that'll go with it."

You walked back into your bedroom to change as Chris dug through your massive shoe collection in an attempt to find the perfect pair.

"Heels, right?" he called.

"Obviously," you yelled back.

"Black?"

"Just pick something sexy, Christopher! We're trying to make someone jealous here."

You heard him laugh and mumble something you couldn't quite make out. You shook your head as you started changing. Chris had been your best friend since you were little kids...you'd known each other so long neither of you actually remembered meeting. Even after he became a famous actor, who he was never changed. He never pulled away from you or made you feel inferior. He never stopped being the person you loved, your best friend in the world, your solid rock. You were more thankful for him than you would ever admit to his face...mostly because he would tease you relentlessly for it for the rest of your lives.

You'd managed to get the dress on, but you needed help with the zipper, so you called for Chris to come help you.

"Whatcha need?"

"Zip this for me?" you asked, turning your back to him.

He froze for a moment, but recovered quickly, thankful you hadn't seen his reaction. He quickly crossed the room and slowly zipped your dress up, trying very hard to not linger against your skin.

"Thanks," you said warmly, completely oblivious to the change in his demeanor. "Did you find a pair of shoes?"

The question brought him back to the present, eyes shifting back towards the closet. "I found two that could work."

You picked one of the pairs of shoes and finished getting ready. Chris needed to change his clothes before heading to the party, so he drove both of you back to his place so you could arrive together. He was quick to change into a laidback black suit with a white button up, top buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. Even you had to admit he looked damn good.

"Ready, buttercup?" he asked teasingly.

"Oh god, please come up with a different pet name."

He slipped his arm through yours and dragged you towards the door. "How 'bout 'snookums'?"

The look on your face told him exactly what you thought about that particular name.

"Okay, okay. Maybe 'peach'?"

"I'm not a fruit, Christopher."

"Oh come on, that one's sweet!"

"Was that a pun?" you teased.

"Wait, I've got it. Sweets?"

You paused for a moment, mulling it over. "That one can stay."

"Brilliant. But fair warning, I'm totally gonna squeeze a "googely bear" in there at least once."

"Isn't that from Monster's Inc.?"

He grinned. "Yup and I have no shame, smoochie poo."

You groaned. "God, you're the worst."

He gave you the biggest shit-eating-grin you'd ever seen. "You love me and you know it."

You laughed. "Yeah, yeah."

Chris opened the car door for you and helped you into the vehicle. As he was walking around to the other side, you thought about what you were about to do. You knew this could end very badly in more ways than one, but for some reason, you were positive it was worth it.

**********

When you arrived at the party, people immediately took notice that the two of you arrived together. Most people made the obvious assumption: you were best friends and both single...so why not just go together?

But some people's gazes lingered longer, whispers passed amongst each other, the gossip mill already flowing.

"Damn they move quickly," you mumbled.

Chris chuckled. "Welcome to Hollywood."

You knew he wasn't wrong. While you weren't famous, you'd been dating a celebrity for the past two years. Plus, Chris was always dragging you to movie premieres and red carpet events, so people knew who you were by association. As such, you were no stranger to the rumors and the gossipmongers.

Chris spoke softly, leaning into you so only you could hear. "How far do you wanna take this?"

"What do you mean?" you whispered back.

"Do I make out with you in a corner or just hold your hand like high schoolers?"

You laughed lightly. "Let's just play it by ear, you weirdo."

He grinned. "So that's a yes to the make out?"

You smacked his arm affectionately.

"I think that's considered domestic abuse."

You were about to respond to his joke, but a deep voice from behind you sent a chill down your spine, silencing you instantly.

"(Y/N), Evans. Surprised to see you here."

You turned around slowly, Chris directly beside you. "Andrew," you said, trying desperately to sound normal.

"Why so surprised?" Chris asked in his best 'fuck off' voice.

"Well, (Y/N) hasn't exactly been a socialite in the last few months. I assumed she wouldn't want to show up to a party like this."

"I'm literally right here, Andrew," you said, annoyed.

"Yes, I see you, (Y/N)," he replied, turning his attention back to Chris. "How'd she coerce you into bringing her?"

Chris looked surprised, but his expression quickly changed to anger. "She's my best friend. She'd never have to coerce me." He turned to you with a smile. "Besides, we're together now, so you'll see us out together a lot more often."

You returned his smile and stood on your tip toes to place a soft kiss to his lips, which he returned in kind.

You could feel the annoyance and anger rolling off your ex in thick waves. "You were fucking him behind my back weren't you? I fucking knew it, you slut," he hissed.

You felt Chris's body tense and knew he was about to take a swing, so you grabbed his arm and did your best to cut the fight off before it started. "No, Andrew. Unlike you, I know how to keep it in my pants."

A couple people had gathered close to the three of you to eavesdrop on your conversation. Several "Ooo"s and an "oh damn" came from the group.

Andrew's jaw tightened and he clearly wanted to say more, but thought better of it when he noticed the group of onlookers quickly enlarging.

Chris, however, wasn't quite finished with the conversation. He leaned forward, face a mask of unreadable emotion, and said firmly, "If you ever call my girl a slut again, I promise you'll regret it."

Even if you hadn't known the man your entire life, you would have known he was deadly serious. Every single one of his words dripped with animosity and his eyes burned with an intensity you had rarely seen. To your surprise, the way he called you his girl had your body reacting in a way you didn't expect.

You gently pulled on Chris's arm, dragging him with you and away from the conversation, no longer wanting to talk to the man you used to love. "Let it go, Chris," you said softly. "He's not worth it."

"You're right," he murmured, eyes still burning like the sun.

You managed to get him to follow you into another room before turning to him to inspect his expression. He was fiercely protective by nature, but you didn't want him to feel like he needed to protect you. You could still feel the remnants of his temper festering beneath his skin, so you gently pressed your hand to his chest, bringing his attention back to you.

"As much as I appreciate you defending my honor, you don't have to," you said gently.

"Of course I do."

You smiled softly. "You and I both know that's not true, but I appreciate it nonetheless. There's no need to hold onto your anger, though."

He realized you were right, your hand pressed firmly against his chest somehow grounding him. He took a deep breath and placed his hand on top of yours, giving it a little squeeze. "You're right," he admitted. "Thanks for keeping me from punching him right in his smug face."

You chuckled. "As much as I would have loved to see that, I figured it wouldn't be good with so many witnesses."

"Smart," he said with a wink. "Now that we've made it clear we're together, I think we'll need to up our acting a bit...ensure he knows how badly he fucked up by losing you."

"And how exactly do you propose we do that?"

He grinned. "I've got some ideas." He grabbed your hand and started to pull you towards the main room of the party. "Step one, we dance."

You groaned as he dragged you onto the dance floor. "You know I can't dance."

"That's not true. You have excellent rhythm. You just need to get out of your head for a second and let the music guide you."

You stared at him in silence, but finally succumbed to his silent pleas. "Fine. You can put the puppy dog eyes away now," you teased.

He shot you another wink. "Works every time."

"I hate you," you grumbled as you allowed him to pull you closer.

"No you don't." He started to move to the music, hands traveling down to sit on your hips.

Your cheeks burned and your body reacted to his touch in a way it hadn't in a long time. You'd thought those feelings were long-since buried, but the way he was looking at you brought everything you'd ever felt for him back with a vengeance.

"You're right, I don't," you whispered.

"I know, baby girl," he said softly. "Now, dance with me."

You tried to ignore the feeling in your stomach when he called you 'baby girl', choosing instead to focus on the beat of the music. Your hips started to move, his hands helping to guide you in time with his own movements.

"See? I told you you could dance."

The song ended and switched to something a lot more sensual and your body immediately froze. "Not to this I can't," you insisted.

Chris laughed and quickly spun you around before pulling you against his chest. "I'll teach you," he murmured against the skin of your shoulder.

You didn't know if it was the song, his voice, or the way his arms wrapped around you, but your body responded to him instantly. Your breath caught in your chest and wetness pooled between your thighs as Chris moved behind you in a shockingly sexual manner. Your normally stiff body loosened up in his grasp, moving to the rhythm he set.

"Perfect," he whispered breathily.

You moved with him, body acting of its own accord. You looked up, gaze landing on Andrew, who stood fuming on the other side of the room.

Chris seemed to notice him at the same time. "You see how angry he is, sweets?" he said softly.

"Mhmm," you hummed.

"Keep staring directly at him, okay? Keep your eyes on him as you move."

You did as he said, eyes never leaving your ex's, even as Chris's hands began to wander, moving around your body in the way only a lover's would. His lips placed soft kisses to your shoulder, neck, and ear, hot breath leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

You couldn't help the reaction you had to his touch, it was as if your body was no longer your own. It was obvious to anyone who bothered to pay attention that you were aroused, and Andrew was definitely paying attention. You could see his anger from across the room, but more importantly, you could see jealousy in his eyes.

You'd gotten what you wanted. You'd made him jealous. For some reason, however, you couldn't find it in yourself to care. The plan had succeeded, but it had also had unintended consequences. You didn't give a shit about Andrew...all you wanted was Chris.

The only problem was, Chris was an actor. Every single tiny thing he was doing was an act designed specifically to elicit a reaction from Andrew. He didn't want you, he never had. You'd always known that, so you had always been careful to hide your feelings from him, pushing them down so deep inside of you that you'd almost forgotten they'd existed...almost.

With that painful realization, your brain overpowered your body, allowing you to pull away from Chris. You turned to him without making eye contact and mumbled a quick excuse about having to use the restroom before bolting from the dance floor.

Chris was very surprised by your sudden escape and he quickly chased after you, calling your name.

You found the nearest bathroom and rushed into it, slamming the door behind you with force. Your preoccupied mind neglected to remind you to lock the damn door, so Chris came barging through moments later. His brain, on the other hand, appeared to be functioning just fine as he locked the door behind him.

"Why'd you run off?" he asked gently.

You shook your head, eyes looking anywhere but at him. The bathroom was small...there was nowhere to go, no escape. You were trapped in this tiny room with the man you'd loved your entire life and you suddenly felt like you couldn't breathe. The walls began to move in, within moments they would crush you to death and this pain would be over.

In the same way you knew Chris like the back of your hand, he knew you, so he could see the distress you were in. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly, a reminder that he was there. "(Y/N), you need to breathe."

This wasn't the first panic attack he'd witnessed you have, but it had been several years since you'd had one this bad. "(Y/N/N), breathe for me. Come on," he said again, voice gentle but firm. "In, 2, 3, 4. Out, 2, 3, 4."

He continued breathing and counting as you began to breathe with him, heart rate slowly coming back down, body relaxing, his warm hands grounding you to him.

"That's it. Good." He took another deep breath. "I've got you, (Y/N/N). You're okay."

You took a shaky breath and closed your eyes, the panic subsiding. "I'm sorry," you whispered.

"Hey," he said softly, reaching up to tuck a hair behind your ear. "You don't have to apologize. I just wanna know what caused it."

You didn't want to tell him the truth, so you said the first lie you could think of, "Andrew."

He looked taken aback, almost hurt, by your statement. "Andrew?"

You realized that may have been a big mistake, but it was too late now. "Yeah, I just--it's hard to see him."

Chris looked crestfallen. "You still love him, don't you." It was a statement, not a question.

In truth, you didn't love him. Perhaps you never really had, but that didn't matter now. What mattered is whether or not you were going to choose to break your own heart. "Chris, I--"

"Never mind," he said, cutting you off. "I don't wanna know." He spun around and unlocked the door, storming out before you could say another word.

"Chris, wait," you called as you chased after him.

He moved through the crowd quickly, cutting through the throngs of people like he was parting the red sea. He moved so fast that you actually stopped and took off your heels so you could run to catch up with him.

He made it outside before you finally caught up. "Chris, wait! Please!"

He stopped and turned towards you. You caught a glimpse of a mixture of anger and pain etched onto his face for just a split second before an emotionless mask slid into place, his acting instincts taking over. "What, (Y/N)?"

The coldness in his voice stopped you in your tracks. It was almost enough to make you stay silent, maybe even walk away, but you'd made a decision in that bathroom and you'd be damned if you backed out now. "You didn't let me finish."

"Finish?"

"Answering your question."

He couldn't help the look of intrigue that crossed his face even if he'd wanted to. "Go on, then."

"When we were in high school, I--I made a decision--a choice--to protect myself."

"How is this an answer to my question?"

"Would you just shut up and listen to me?" you snapped.

Surprise lit up his handsome face, along with the ghost of a smirk. He always loved it when you stood up for yourself, even if it was against him. "Okay, I'll be quiet."

"Thank you," you exhaled slowly. "I wanted to protect myself from pain, or heartache, or whatever you wanna call it. I pushed every emotion, every feeling, so deep down inside of me that, for a time, I forgot they were there. It was safer that way. I could go on pretending, and we could go on being best friends. It was worth the pain."

You could see the confusion on his face, and realized you needed to be more straightforward. Before you could, he interjected again. "I don't understand. What were you pretending?"

You closed your eyes for a moment, picturing the girl you were at 16 when you realized you were in love with your best friend. You knew it had been the right choice for you at the time, but it hadn't been easy. You opened your eyes again, gaze falling on that same man, now all grown up. You couldn't help the tears that welled in your eyes nor the ache that blossomed in your chest, the years of bottling up your emotions finally taking its toll.

"I pretended I didn't love you, and I've been pretending ever since."

Whatever he thought you were going to say, it sure as hell wasn't that. His jaw went slack and his eyes widened, body completely frozen in place. He recovered quickly, but the shock of your words was still evident on his face. "You--you love me?"

You nodded. "Since I was old enough to understand the concept."

He ran his hand through his hair. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

You were surprised by the annoyance in his voice. "Well, I--I umm...I didn't want to lose you."

He looked exasperated. "(Y/N), you're telling me we could have been together for years, but you didn't want to tell me how you felt because you thought I would leave you?"

You were stunned silent, so he kept going.

"I've had to watch you date so many men that weren't good enough for you--for years--because I thought you didn't feel the way I do. You never once let on that you wanted more--not once."

"So..." you began, trying to find the right words. "Are you saying that you love me too?"

Chris seemed to realize what he'd essentially just admitted, and immediately calmed down, eyes softening significantly. "Yeah, sweets. I've loved you my entire life."

For a moment, the world stood still. The two of you stood there in silence, staring at each other, the shock of your admissions still sinking in.

Then, just as quickly, you both came alive, bodies coming together, lips colliding in a passionate, searing kiss that would live on in your memories forever.

When you separated, breathless, your brain finally caught up with what was happening. You held onto his neck, almost afraid to let go.

As if he sensed what you were thinking, he pulled you even closer. "I'm not going anywhere, baby."

You looked up at him, eyes swimming with emotion that matched his own. "Will you take me home?"

"That depends...whose home are we going to?"

"We?" you asked in a teasing tone. "Isn't that a little presumptuous of you?"

"We just admitted we've been in love with each other since we were kids. I'm pretty sure that means we have a solid 15 years of missed sex to make up for."

You laughed lightly. "As crass as that was, I actually agree with you." You pulled him down for another kiss. "Your place is nicer than mine."

He grinned. "You've got it sweets."

He practically dragged you back to his car, body in overdrive, the need for you so overwhelming he could barely think. Your own desire was so intense you were quite certain you were going to die if he didn't touch you immediately.

Your friendship had always been an open one...which meant both of you had shared your fantasies (most of them, anyway), as well as your sexual escapades. You both knew what the other person liked...so you were both confident the sex you were about to have was going to be mind-blowing...and boy, were you right.

**********

"Chris!" you gasped loudly.

The man in question simply moaned in response, not moving from his position between your thighs, tongue and fingers assaulting your pussy in the most pleasurable way possible.

Your fingers dug into his thick locks, tugging slightly as the pleasure continued to build within you. You weren't surprised by his skill, but you were surprised at how he played your body like an instrument he'd been playing all his life. Every touch, every movement, every sound, sent waves of passionate fire flying through your veins.

When you came for the second time, you tugged at his hair with more force, body squirming from sensitivity. "Too much," you whispered.

Chris finally relented, lifting his head up to look at you, grin etched on his handsome face. His beard was coated with your slick and he licked his lips with a moan. "Sorry, baby. You just taste so damn good."

You laughed lightly, breathing still heavy from the intensity of your orgasms. "If you're a good boy, I'll let you taste me again later," you teased.

Chris laughed and crawled up your body, pressing his lips to yours in an adoring kiss. Whether he intended to or not, as he leaned forward his cock pressed against the entrance to your core, eliciting a gasp from each of you.

"Fuck," Chris groaned. "Baby, I don't think I can wait much longer."

You reached up and pushed his hair back, the tousled locks having fallen onto his forehead. "Who said anything about waiting?"

His lips fell against your neck as he started to push into you. You gasped at the feeling, his large cock already stretching you more than you'd ever been stretched. Your nails dug into his shoulders and he groaned against your skin.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know it hurts."

"It's fine," you murmured. "Please don't stop."

He raised his head to look into your eyes, worried that you didn't mean it. When he saw no reservations and nothing but lust, he continued to press into you, moving a little more quickly this time.

Once he was fully seated within you, he gave you a moment to acclimate to his size. You swore you could feel him everywhere, every part of your body was completely filled with him. The sensation quickly turned to a burning need and you begged him to fuck you.

"Anything for you, baby girl," he murmured as he began to move.

If his neighbors hadn't already been awoken by the sounds of your moans, they would be now. You'd never felt so good in your life, the way his body meshed with yours was as if they'd been created for this specific purpose.

"That's it, baby. Let me hear those pretty moans."

"Chris--it--it feels so good," you moaned loudly.

He moaned as your pussy clenched around him. "Fuck, sweets. This sweet little pussy was made for me. So tight and warm."

He leaned back, tilting your hips up to give himself a better angle. He began hitting your g-spot with each thrust, and you cried out in pleasure, fingers digging into his biceps. "Chris!"

He placed his hand on your lower belly and pressed gently. "You feel that baby? You feel how deep inside you I am?"

You whimpered in response, voice reduced to nothing but sounds.

"Aww, is my sweet girl too cock drunk to talk?" He began circling your clit with his thumb as he taunted you. "Pretty little thing turned dumb by a big cock."

"Please," you begged, not sure what you were begging for exactly.

Chris smiled, movements never faltering. "Yeah baby? What you begging for?"

You didn't respond--couldn't--whimpering moans and heavy pants all you could manage.

"I know what you need, sweets," he whispered, thumb speeding up against your clit, keeping time with the rhythm of his hips. "You need to come, don't you?"

You nodded vigorously and you dug your nails more deeply into his biceps.

He groaned at the sensation, his own orgasm mere moments away. "Then come for me, pretty girl. Soak my cock."

As if all your body was waiting for was his command, you came with a cry of his name. Your hips jerked up, body spasming beneath him as he helped you ride out your high.

Your pussy was pulsating, clenching and releasing his cock rapidly, quickly pulling him towards the edge. "Fuck, baby, I'm close," he gasped.

He was thrusting more quickly now, chasing his high. He wanted to fill you up, needed it more than he'd ever needed anything.

You knew him better than you knew yourself, so you knew exactly what he needed to get him over the edge. "Chris," you murmured. "I need you to fill me up." You clenched your pussy as tightly as you could to punctuate your words.

Chris came with a shout, hips jerking wildly as he spilled inside of you. "(Y/N)," he gasped, hips faltering, and slowly coming to a stop as he pulled out of you, collapsing beside you with a groan.

"Holy shit," he whispered.

You laughed loudly. "My thoughts exactly."

He grinned. "I always could read your mind."

You turned your head to look at him, taking in his love drunk appearance. Somehow, he was even sexier like this, completely fucked out and satiated. You could have stared at him for hours.

"You're staring. It's kinda creepy," he teased.

You laughed. "Oh shut up. It's not my fault you're so pretty."

He groaned. "Did you just call me pretty?"

"I did and I will not take it back."

He rolled on top of you, covering your body with his. "You better take it back," he warned.

"Or what?" you challenged.

He didn't say a word, choosing instead to kiss your neck, mouth sucking and biting at your most sensitive spot. He knew exactly what it would do to you and he wasn't disappointed.

"Chris," you whispered.

He grinned against your skin, ignoring your warning tone. "Are you gonna take it back?"

"Nope."

He moved with the speed and agility of a panther, settling between your legs before you could even register what was happening. His lips were mere inches from your core, his hot breath making your body shiver.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving you one last chance to take it back."

"And if I don't?"

He grinned like a Cheshire cat. "If you don't, then I'll make you come until you cry. The choice is yours."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and maybe a little bit of desire. You weighed your options, but you were too damn stubborn to take it back. "Try me," you challenged again.

"Oh, baby...you're gonna regret that."

He dove into your pussy with the hunger of a wild animal, completely unleashed, unable to stop himself from enjoying your delicious taste. He didn't stop until he saw tears sliding down your pretty face, and even then, he made you give him one more orgasm.

Once he was done with your 'punishment', he carried you to the shower where he gently washed you before taking you back to his bed and laying you down beneath the covers.

He crawled in beside you and pulled you close, lips pressing soft kisses to any skin he could see.

"Thanks for tonight," you said softly.

"For what?"

"Ya know...for everything."

He understood what you were trying to say, a small smile playing on his lips. "I love you, (Y/N)," he whispered.

Those four words said so much more than just 'I love you'. There were promises, hopes, and dreams all wrapped up in a beautiful bow. There were years of things left unsaid, feelings and emotions hidden beneath the surface. And of course, there was the true meaning of the word 'love', a word neither of you had really understood before this moment.

"I love you too, Chris," you whispered back, your own words laced with the promise of tomorrow and forever.

[thepoppedbb]

Brothers Ethan (1956-), Jimmy (1953-), and Garrett (1957-2019) Sandell in Bassett Creek (Bill Meyer, Aaron Dennett, and Patrick Comer; Carte de visite/Cinema V; 1978).

This seminal verité film documents the residents of the eponymous Pennsylvania town after the closing of the steel mill that had been the town’s main employer. While the film’s rhythms are kaleidoscopic and the town’s residents appear mostly in brief vignettes, Meyer, Dennett, and Comer could not resist giving the brothers multiple extended scenes throughout the film. With their wry commentary and playful sibling banter, they serve as a kind of Greek chorus to the events.

Meyer, Dennett, and Comer’s choice to feature Ethan Sandell prominently in the film was a source of controversy at the time of its release. Conservative legislators condemned the film for depicting an unmarried and completely unrepentant pregnant bearer. Bearers’ rights activists hailed the film’s matter-of-fact depiction of Sandell and his pregnancy. Its depiction of Sandell, its incisive commentary on the plight of workers in the emerging Rust Belt, and its formal inventiveness have elevated the film to the status of uncontested classic, alongside other late-1970s labor documentaries such as Which Side Are You On? (Arthur Coppel; 1976) and Scab (Jacob Adler; 1979)

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"I'm a Man Too" P.SH × Reader

• Sunghoon x Yeji's best friend! Reader •

Warnings: slight angst, reader is Sunghoon's Sister's best friend, smut, slowburn, underage [consensual] sex, fluff, p in v, idk what else. Nana x Shoji inspired situation !!

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Growing up with multiple hobbies sounds chaotic, especially for an introvert. At least, that's what you thought. Still, you joined a different club or sport every semester whenever it caught your attention. Or rather, when someone from said club catches your eye.

In your first year of middle school, you joined the student council after you heard about a cute guy thinking of running. Which, in the end, you grew tired of, having practically no rest after school due to the constant meetings.

So you quit in your 2nd year, only to sign up for the art club to impress your friend who you've been crushing on for a while. Realizing you held no real passion towards art as well, you decided to drop it.

On your last year in middle school, with your mind clouded with the thoughts of graduating and a certain bad boy who liked strong girls, you once again dove into club applications head first.

The martial arts club, to be exact. The boy was in the club since his first year and was already advanced compared to the new members, so he also aided in training the others alongside the coach.

Imagine the ecstasy you felt when he brushed a hand down your back to fix your posture. You took this club pretty seriously at first, since the bad boy became your training buddy. It was all going well until he announced his relationship with another member of the team.

Heartbroken, you started showing up to practice less and less until you practically quit. Deciding you had enough of chasing after boys, you focus on yourself and academics until you graduate.

You were finally yourself, doing whatever you wanted with your friends. As much as you could, before it was time to take exams to get into the high school you wanted.

One time, while you were at a year-end party for the seniors, you stumbled upon one of the prettiest girls you've seen. Park Yeji. She was famous for being Park Sunghoon's sister. That's all she was practically known for. Being the brother of a young, pro figure skater who appeared on tv multiple times.

A bit tipsy from the spiked punch they were serving at the party, you had the confidence to just strut your heeled feet towards her and strike a conversation. To which she gladly participated in, genuinely having fun with you.

After the party and a couple hangouts with just the two of you, you started feeling a bond form. Introducing one another to your other friends and family, Park Yeji instantly became a close and trusted friend friend.

Close enough that you both applied for and got into the same high school. It was only a matter of time before she introduced you to her brother.

It went well, to say the least. At least, that's what it seemed to Yeji. Coming home from a little cafe date with you, she didn't expect her brother to be home early.

"Oh, Sunghoon oppa! (Apologies if you think oppa is cringe, but I lowkey headcanon that Sunghoon gets upset with Yeji when she doesn't address him as such). I didn't know you were home. Don't you have practice?"

Your friend queried as your eyes trailed towards the tall boy sitting in their living room couch, a random documentary set up on the tv. Not even sparing a glance until he heard his sister's voice.

Once he finally turned his head towards the door, your eyes met, and you couldn't help but stare in awe at his features. Similar to Yeji's, but more defined. So handsome.

As if relishing in his beauty marks, his plump lips, his sharp eyes, and his pale skin, you fail to hear that your friend was prompting you to give yourself an introduction.

You only noticed when she nudged you with her elbow and cleared throat, raising her eyebrows and nodding towards her brother then at you, expectantly.

"O-oh! Uh, right. It's our first time meeting.." You mumbled, quickly introducing yourself and bowing as a sign of respect. To which he reciprocated, standing up from his seat to introduce himself and bowing as well.

Oh god. His voice is fucking dreamy.

You almost mentioned aloud before your friend pulled you towards her room. "We're just going to watch a movie in my room, don't bother us, okay?" She warned. The boy only shrugged it off and placed all of his attention back on the tv.

Of course, he wouldn't. You knew from his short introduction and a few stories from Yeji that Sunghoon's not a very social person.

Still, you hoped he'd at least take a second glance your way.

And he does, but much to your dismay, you didn't notice. He doesn't realize it right away, but maybe. Just maybe, he found you attractive.

The moment you stepped into your friends room, she gingerly tells you to sit on the bed. Her sudden mood swing confused you. After all, you two were just giggling with each other before stepping foot into her house.

"Sure." Sensing the tension, you don't question her and just obey. You expected her to sit next to you, but no. She remains standing and positions herself in front of you with crossed arms.

She sternly calls out your name before starting, "My brother is strictly off-limits."

You were surprised that she caught onto you quickly, yet also offended by the sudden (correct) accusation.

"What-" you tried to at least TRY and deny but she cut you off, "We both know you gave a history for falling fast. But didn't you say you were trying to change?" She reprimanded.

Realizing you couldn't fool her, you just hung your head low and listened. "Please. I care about both of you." She said as she grasped your hand. "I don't want either of your feelings getting hurt."

Still struggling to look her in the eyes, you just tightened your grip on her hands. "Promise me. Look me in the eyes and promise me you won't get with my brother." Her voice cracked mid sentence.

If you weren't being practically interrogated right now, you would have chuckled. Who would have thought Yeji was just as protective as her brother. The same brother who warded off any boy who decided to ever so slightly glance at Yeji for more than a second.

Actually, recalling how you told her everything about my past romantic experiences, you realize she's right to worry about you going after her brother.

- flashback -

"Hey Yeji, have you decided which high school you're gonna apply for?" To which she replied some local one, reasoning it's the same one her brother goes to. [Imagine Sunghoon's just 2 years older than her]

"What about you? Have you decided?" You shook your head no. All you've been focusing on recently was Yeji, partying, and graduating. Now that you've done all three (not Yeji), you're practically clueless.

Sighing, you stare at some blank space and drift off. I'll just apply to multiple and go to whichever accepts me.

••• [ the first day of high school ]

You bump into a surprised Yeji. She wasn't aware you applied for the same school. You didn't tell her to surprise her. Of course, being the good friend she is, she gladly helped introduce you to the other people in class she already knew.

A few cute boys she made you face already made you blush a bit. Cat-eyed Jungwon, Deep voiced Riki, and Smiley Sunoo. Your best friend immediately caught on.

"I get the idea you came here to get a boyfriend.." "N-no! I swear I came here 'cause I heard the education here was good." That was partially true. Your parents recommended this school to you after you told them Yeji was planning on going here too.

She narrowed her eyes at your oh-so-obvious excuse. "Oh, come on. You're telling me you didn't find any of them cute?" "Of course not. They're just my guy friends from middle school. I had many guy friends that if I didn't keep my cool, it would've been bothersome."

Many guy friends.. it's not such a bad thought, actually. Speaking of which, you've never had a guy friend before. All of the boys you've interacted with before, you've had a crush on. And Yeji knew it.

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Sighing and understanding why she cared so deeply about her brother, you gave in. "Ok. Yeji, I promise I won't ever think of your brother as a boyfriend-to-be." You vow with genuine determination.

After hearing your words, she finally softened. Releasing the breath she didn't realize she was holding "Try and treat him like a normal person..okay?" You nod. "Alright. I've decided. I'll befriend your brother!"

She stared at me as if you've grown two heads. Seeing her confusion towards my sudden swear, you explain. It's because you most likely won't be able to control your feelings.

Her confused eyes morphed into soft ones. "Wether or not you can control your feelings isn't easy to do. In your case, keeping him as a friend actually IS the best thing you can do."

Her permission to let me befriend him was implied. Lunging forward, you hugged her, making both of you tumble down towards the floor with a loud thud. "Thank you Yejii!! I'll do my best!"

You appreciated her. Letting someone close to her brother isn't an easy thing to do, yet she trusts you enough.

A knock on her door startled you two , but before you could get off of her, the door swung open. "What was that sound?" A worried Sunghoon appeared. His thick yet adorable eyebrows drew close together.

"Ah, Oppa." Your friend deadpanned as if you didn't just tackle her. Seeing him again made your heart skip a beat. Not just because he caught you and his sister in such a position.

No. Wait. I shouldn't get this excited. He's just a friend.

"We were playing around. You can close the door now.. please..!" you explained cheerily, adding the plead at the end when you remembered this wasn't your house.

Yeji just rolled her eyes as her brother just looked at the two of you with an unreadble expression. Slowly shutting the door.

"Well, at least he might think you're a lesbian now." Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. You hoisted her back up on the bed and shrugged at the idea. It's for the better. You reminded yourself. I have to work hard and befriend him.

And so you did. It took about a month before you amd Sunghoon could finally converse without the awkwardness. A whole month where you've been trying to just get to know about him more.

And so here you are. Huddled up in the Parks' living room. Sitting on the floor around their coffee table with Yeji and one of Sunghoon's friends; Jay.

Soda cans were scattered all over the table, some random TV show playing in the background to fill in the silence whenever you'd try to think of something to say next.

Yeji and Jay were having some conversation of their own, leaving Sunghoon and you to your own devices. You wanted to strike up a conversation, but nothing comes to mind at all.

"You seem so quiet." Sunghoon suddenly pointed out, staring at you with those sharp eyes. He went on with how Yeji always said yoj was energetic and talkative, in contrast to how you always acted when you were near him. Then he licked his dry lips and... shit.

Just friends. Just friends.

"No, not at all..!" Seeing your tense shoulders, he couldn't say anything and just stared at you with that same unreadable expression of his.

Jay and Yeji seemed to notice the tension forming and broke the ice for you. Jay hurriedly suggested that maybe you weren't used to talking to guys.

Yeji just cackled cackled at his statement, "That's definitely not the case. She even had a boyfriend until recently." She exposed, but you didn't mind. You were usually open about it to your other friends anyway. Still, you yelled her name in faux offense.

"How about we talk about it? Let's talk about our deepest, innermost secrets, so our friendship will deepen. That's what we did when we first met at the party." She nudged at you as you snickered at the memory.

"What party?" Sunghoon asked. He was unaware that his sister's been going to parties since her second year of middle school. He never allowed her to, after all. But who said she didn't sneak out after everyone else was asleep?

"Okay, I'll start!" She raised a can to her mouth to act as a microphone." I've been going to parties since I was in middle school! Okay, now it's your turn." She passed it to Jay, ignoring her brother's bewildered queries.

"Oh, uh. Shit man, I can't think of anything." You shook your head, "Nahhh, we all do. Come onnn, spit it out! We promise that whatever we drop here stays here." Singhing in defeat, he finally opens his mouth and raises the can to his chin with mumbles of protest.

"I was rejected by a girl before in front of my entire class. As of that wasn't bad enough she said I had bad breath, too." A mix of 'ooh's errupted from the 3 of you.

"Brutal." You commented, while Sunghoon was just snickering beside you, Yeji's party ordeal overshadowed by his friend's painful secret.

"You probably still do, though." He teased. "Oh shut up, that was like- 5 years ago."

"After that, I wore a mask and religiously brushed my teeth for 6 whole months!" You began to laugh too before he passed the mic (can) to you. Ah, my turn. You were dreading having to talk, but maybe it was fine.

So our friendship will deepen. Yeji's voice rang in your head.

"Uhh- what do you wanna know?" You asked as you took the can from Jay's grasp. Sunghoon's laughter finally died down, Yeji suggested to talj about your love life. And so you gladly accepted.

"First of all, gimme a second." You gulped down the remains of your drink, forgetting that it wasn't alchohol. I could've needed it if I was gonna spill everything.

. . .

Well, it turns out you didn't need it after all. At first, you were talking about the cute guy from the student government, then the words just kept on flowing out of your mouth until you were having a full-on dramatic story time about your ex crushes.

Your uneasiness left you as soon as you got to talking. And everyone was endeared by the way you spilled your heart out to them. "And then the next guy I fell in love at first sight with was my guy best friend at the time! Puppy-boy Sim Jaeyun!"

"Puppy-boy Sim Jaeyun?" Sunghoon echoed, laughing hysterically again, seemingly finding your love ordeals funny.

"But he really looked like a cute puppy, that Jaeyun! Especially when he smiles!" Your volume was getting loud now, similar to how you always talk to with Yeji. It gathered complains from said girl and Jay.

"Don't overdo it, now-" Yeji tried to interrupt and grab the makeshift mic from you, but Sunghoon interrupted, "So, the next one? who's next?"

You sat back down, excitedly starting as you recalled, "The next one was.." oh. Him. The one yoi took seriously the most. Lee Heeseung.

Flashbacks of how you used to interact flodded your memory. You had just now realized how he played with you. Always giving you teasing touches whenever he helped train and teach you Taekwondo, but ignoring you whenever someone else came near.

"No.." You didn't realize how you mumbled it aloud, and definitely not the tears that now flowed down your cheeks. Yeji became worried and called out your name to ask if you were alright.

Sunghoon also grew worried and asked what was suddenly wrong with you, placing a caring hand on your shoulder.

"See me after school?" Heeseung flashed his charming smile at me again, eyes not on me, but the girl he ended up dating a week later. "Come on, we can check out that café you were yapping about." He placed his hand on my shoulder, which I thought was a sign of affection. But actually, it was to make the girl from afar jealous. He used me.

"Don't!" You slapped the warmth away, startling them all. Sunghoon's eyes furrowed again, "don't..?" "Wah! I'm sorry Oppa! She probably didn't mean to hit you!" Yeji turned to you, "Hey, are you okay?"

You clung to her, just letting out all of your frustrations dampen her pretty sleeping dress.

Don't touch me... Don't touch me if you don't love me.

• • •

(From this part of the story, it will be in your pov)

After my outburst, Yeji led me to her room and laid me down her bed, where I cried myself to sleep. She left me there and walked back outside and softly closed the door behind her.

"Looks like she's staying over for the night." Yeji sighed, getting startled when he brother was standing right outside her door. "Jay fell asleep too. He fell asleep on the couch." He said with his signature deadpan tone. One of the things he has in common with his sister.

But Yeji could care less about his blabbers about Jay. "Say, Oppa.. you don't have a girlfriend, right?" "Why, did your classmates ask if I can bless them with my presence again?" He joked, which caused a disgusted face to bloom on Yeji's face.

"What's with that look? Hey, when I was in middle school, girls would flock to me! I just dont happen to have one right now." He quickly defended himself. He was never one to boast about this, but he didn't like the thought of his sister not thinking he was capable of pulling bitches.

"Heh." "Heh?" "I knew it.." Yeji began. "You were flirting with her today, weren't you? You're weird. You make your intentions so obvious."

Sunghoon stayed quiet at first, a faint blush adorning his usually place cheeks. If you were awake right now, your heartbeat would've paced again. "But she hates me.." He sighed, recalling how I violently pushed him away earlier. Insecurities rushing to his head.

"No, she doesn't." Sunghoon's head shot up, staring at his younger sister with eyes wide. "What?" "The truth is, when you and her first met, she immediately had a crush on you."

He couldn't believe what his sister was blabbing about. She sighed and put her slender hands on his shoulders, "..just please treat her well." That was all she said before she left her brother to go check up on Jay.

• • •

The next morning, I woke up facing a ceiling that definitely didnt belong to my room. Sitting uo immediately, I scanned the room and saw Yeji beside me. Seeing her calmed me down in a second. I was relaxing against her headboard until a flash of last night's happenings.

I tried to piece them together since my mind is still partially hazy from my sleep. Let's see.. uh. We were playing games.. watching tv.. and.. Oh. OH SHIT.

My hands flew to my face as I shrieked, much to Yeji's dismay. "What are you screaming about so early in the morning.." she grumbled, elbowing my side.

"YEJI, I FUCKING EMBARASSED MYSELF IN FRONT YOUR BROTHER AND HIS FRIEND LAST NIGHT. EMBARASSED ISN'T EVEN HALF OF IT, I PRACTICALLY DUG MY OWN SOCIAL GRAVE-" the girl beside you slapped a hand over your mouth. "For fucks sake it's 7 in the morning. Bitch about your bad decisions later.."

I grumbled against her mouth but just gave in since she practically clamped it on. She wouldn't take it off until I completely shut up. Maybe forgetting the fact that I just revealed to them how much of a love whore I was is the solution.

Slumping back to my sleeping position, I sighed. "Hey." called my friend, eyes still closed, but now she was laying on her stomach. "You still seem pretty hurt about the H situation."

When I said nothing, she kept talking. "...Sunghoon's no longer off-limits." What? "Why would you suddenly suggest that..?"

She finally opened her eyes and locked in with mine. "Because he's a good guy. He's the tyoe to really treasure his girlfriend. And he has feelings for you. I can guarantee it."

Her words went in one ear then out the other.

Yeji trusts me enough to take care of her brother.. "YEJIIII" I hug her close to me once more. "If you were a guy, I'd definitely date you instead." "Huh? Wha- let go of me- you're getting off topic again!"

"But I can't do that. Sunghoon's my important guy friend. How could he be my boyfriend?" Now it was her turn to be shocked. Did she actually just see him as just a friend now? Yeji thought.

//So baby come and get it//

My phone began to ring. My mom's caller ID popped up. "Oh shit, I forgot to tell her I was staying at yours for the night." I got off of the bed and took the call.

"Sorry Yeji, I gotta leave 'cause ma needs me for an errand. I'll see you at school, yeah?" Already opening the door, I waved her a goodbye. Heading out the door, I saw Jay still knocked out on the couch. I wonder where he is.

Wait. No. Don't even think about him. For Yeji.

On cue, their bathroom door opens, revealing Sunghoon in a gray tank top with his hair disheveled and wet. Fuck, are the gods testing me? "Good morning." Holy shit his morning voice.

"O-oh, Good Morning. I was just leaving. Thanks for having me." I bowed and b-lined for the door, ignoring his calls and offers for breakfast.

• • •

The past few weeks passed by in a blur, where Sunghoon has evidently been trying to talk to me more. Whilst I tried my damnest to avoid him. Just like this instant. When we were all gathered at Jay's house when he asked for help with a project.

"A movie?" I quipped. "Yeah, you mentioned that you liked going to the movies. If you're free on Sunday, I was thinking we could go together." With his words so smooth, an imaginary heart practically spawned itself next to him.

As he offered, Yeji was narrowing her eyes at her brother's so cliché strategy, but instantly shot wide open when you spoke, "No, I can't, sorry." Jab 1 "I like watching movies alone." Jab 2 " I can't really focus on appreciating a movie if I have a friend with me." Jab 3.

Sunghoon choked on his own saliva, and truth be told, Yeji was on the verge of doing the same thing, too. You. Lovesick you just rejected a date with THE Park Sunghoon. She was starting to think she hit your head a little too harsh when you did something stupid. She could practically see Sunghoon's imaginary heart break mid-air.

In his mind, Sunghoon was bottling up negative thoughts and insecurities again. 'Guess it won't work, huh..' 'a friend..? Ouch.' He didn't try speaking again until he heard a pained squeak come from you. When he turned, your hand was bleeding.

"What happened? You're bleeding?" Jay called. "I cut myself..!" Jay pointed me towards the first aid kit and was about to help me, but Sunghoon grabbed the kit from him and pulled you to a secluded corner in the room.

Too stunned, I just let him. He poured some antiseptic onto a cotton ball and began to dab it at my wounded finger. "Honestly.. what were you doing? So careless." The pain from the alcohol seeps through me, eliciting whines.

He dabbed it again, but this time with a bit more force, making me wince and retract my hand. "It stings!" "It can't be helped! If you don't treat it now, it won't heal properly! Wouldn't that hurt more?" And just like that, I shut up.

Drifting off again until he I feel a bit of pain. "Stop already, it hurts!" "Calm down! Look it's okay, I took care of it already!" He pulled my hand towards my face, showing the finger that was neatly bandaged. "It should heal quickly."

Heal quickly, huh?

For some reason, his words brought a smile to my face. What a gentle giant.. "thank you, Sunghoon.. You're actually so nice."

You trailed off, but your words sent blood straight to his cheeks. Wanting to hide his aloofness from you, he faced away with a huff.

"No big deal.. I just felt like I had to help you..". Before I could stop myself, my question rolled off of my tongue, reaching his ears. "Hey, how do you think I could heal a broken heart?"

Sunghoon's ears were red now. "I really think.. I can't fall in love ever again." Seriously, I wanted to beg him for an answer. "You really think so..?" He asked, which I nodded. Then, we just sat there. Staring at each other. Yet I still awaited his advice.

He was thinking of something, but nothing came to mind. All he was thinking about right now was how close you were. How you were innocently smiling at him with those cute dimples.

He's actually so pretty up close.. his choice of clothing today really suits him. The same grey tank top I saw him wearing that day after I told them about my love life. with a navy blue jacket paired with dark baggy jeans.

Great sense of fashion. Engrossed in my thoughts, I couldn't hear him whisper my name. He was about to say something when I stood up abruptly.

"Alright, I decided! Oppa, where do you think I can find freshly dressed young men! Like those who wear suits!"

"At a gaming centre..?"

"No,no those places are full of kids yelling at the game for making them lose."

"Then.. a club-?"

"Bingo!"

I rush to where Yeji and Jay were sitting, "hey, why don't we all go to club after we finish Jay's project?" I'll try my best to fall in love again, as long as it's not with Sunghoon!

• • •

And so here I was. Staring at multiple sweaty and horny people grinding against each other to the beats the DJ was playing. The DJ was actually kinda cute.

You were eyeing him since earlier and even asked around about who he was. You learned that his name was Choi Beomgyu... and that he was a womanizer.

Well, it doesn't hurt to just admire from afar, right? I was basking in the club's ambiance alone. Yeji and Jay said they were busy or too lazy to come with, so I brought just me, myself, and I. Still, it felt sort of good to be alone for once.

A few gentle taps landed on my shoulder, and when I turned, I was faced by a broad chest. Looking up, it was Sunghoon. Oh. "I knew I'd find you here.." he managed to pull me out of there after he said that.

"Ahh, that DJ Beomgyu guy was so cool! He was so nice too! " My words were slurred. Maybe the drinks they handed out at the club were spiked. Sunghoon only rolled his eyes at me as I walked alongside each other.

"If you like him, then tell him. You might get to be his girlfriend if you do."

"Nah, I don't want that. I heard he was a womanizer, so he's strictly off-limits. I'm not into womanizers." You contradicted your first words.

"Then stay away from him." He gloomed.

It was nice to chat around like this with a friend that wasn't Yeji for once. Altough it was her brother, but still.

Talking to him feels like talking to Yeji. I giggle at the thought. "You know, when I'm with you, it feels like I'm talking to Yeji."

He gave you a displeased look, so you think of someone else when you're with me?

I went on drabbling again about how Yeji's been so busy these days. "But you know what, it's fine 'cause I have Sunghoon!"

The boy sighed. It looks like I'm just Yeji's replacement..

"Oh, why did you come all the way here to get me, though? Did Yeji get you to come?"

"No, I was out drinking with a few friends and thought you'd be nearby." (He followed you, and when he saw giys staribg at you, he finally decided to get you out of there)

After I replied with an 'oh', there was that silence again. Except this time, it was more relaxed. Maybe it's because I was drunk. I was enjoying the contrast of calmness that the silence offered compared to the club's lust driven energy. This is nice.

"Hey.. uh. I was thinking.." Sunghoon's deep, yet sweet voice rang through the air. I looked at him as I waited for him to continue. He looked good, even with his side profile. That jaw could cut through even the strongest of metals.

"Since I feel like we haven't been able to hang out lately, the four of us.. what if we go on a trip?" With a tinge of hope in them, his eyes finally met mine. "To where?" "Jay's been interested in going to this one beachside motel. He said it had good reviews, too.. so I was thinking maybe we could go."

• • •

Summer vacation came, and we finally pulled through with the 2-day trip. The amount of tumes we had to practically beg Yeji' parents to let her cone with us was so worth it. Now, here we were, lounging at the beach and enjoying the weather.

Yeji and I wore these matching yellow, frilled 2-piece. It suited her so well. And that was the problem. Sunghoon was practically itching to headbutt every single guy who glanced at us. Meanwhile, Jay just minded his own business, setting up the grill so he could start cooking.

The day passed by so fast. We played around the beach, ate whatever Jay burnt for us, swam a bit. Before we knew it, the sun was starting to set. "Hey, it's getting dark. We should go back to the room." Jay offered, already beginning to pack up our stuff.

It was nice. I barely paid attention to Sunghoon the whole day. Maybe I do just see him as a friend now. Still, a part of me ached at the thought of losing interest in the boy.

When we got to me and Yeji's room, the boys stayed over for a few to just drink a few beers with us. Sunghoon normally wouldn't allow his sister to ANY form of alcohol, but after 30 minutes of Yeji pleading with tears threatening to fall from her pretty eyes, he gave in.

We were all giggling at a story Jay was telling, all tipsy, if not near blacked-out drunk. Well.. Sunghoon was. Who knew he'd be such a lightweight.

"It was such a great idea to go to the beach. I was getting tired of the endless tall buildings in our neighborhood. You could barely take aesthetic shots of nature and shit there!" Yeji groaned. "But here, I feel so full of life!"

Jay chuckled at her statement, "Me too, I don't feel like sleeping even after all the shit we've done today." He huffed. All the while, Sunghoon just drank silently, blanking out and staring at the table.

"Oppa, are you sleepy?" Concern laced Yeji's voice at the thought of her brother falling asleep while sitting. He hummed a quick 'eung', and his sister began to pull Jay up by the arm.

"Okay, we'll get going now!" "What? The hell are you talking about? This is your girls' room." Jay protest, still, he let Yeji hoist him towards the door.

"Yeah, Yeji.. are you drunk-?" Now it was my turned to be concerned. Before she could answer my question, she was already out halfway out of the door with Jay in tow.

If Sunghoon wasn't on the verge of blacking out, he'd have killed Jay for even letting Yeji touch him in the first place. Said girl just gave a knowing look and a wink before shutting the door behind her. What is she thinking..?

I turned to look at Sunghoon, who had his head thrown back. "Sunghoon, if you're sleepy, you should lay on the bed already." Wrapping an arm around his, I pulled him up and placed him on his bed. "Are you sure you're okay sharing a room with me?" He whispered once he hit the soft mattress.

"No worries. There are two beds anyway, so it's fine. I won't attack you, so you don't need to worry." I joked to try and lighten the mood. "If it'd help you sleep better, I can sing you a lullaby."

"No you don't have to! But even if you're alright with it, I'm not! I might.. be the one that attacks you.." His sentence started loud but ended quietly when it came to the last few words.

Attack me?

"Why?" I managed to mumble out. "What do you mean, 'why?'" "I mean, aren't we just friends?" I stated like it was the most obvious thing ever, which stunned him. He sighed and sat up on the bed again, calling my name softly.

"Why don't you see me as a man? I've been trying my best to have you notice me, but you're completely shutting me down. Even when Yeji told me you liked me back! I'm a man too. Why can't you see that?"

Eyes widening at his declaration, I couldn't find the words to say. Instead, my mind ran back again to Heeseung. Godammit. I have a perfectly kind and handsome man declaring his love for me, yet Heeseung still haunts me.

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." I whimpered out, finally letting the tears fall. "It's just.. I didn't want to betray Yeji.. she cares so much about you. You already know I have a problem with falling in love with people fast but lose interest in them easily. Yeji didn't want either of us to get hurt, so I promised I'd only treat you as a treasured guy friend. It's been so hard to shut my feelings down for you.. so all I've been doing is push you away."

Sunghoon's heart warmed at knowing his sister cares deeply about him. A part of him also felt at ease knowing you were willing to give up your own happiness for his sister. He felt no anger towards Yeji, instead, he just wanted to make you lose the guilt weighing on your shoulders.

After all, Yeji already gave the two of you the green light. He laughed at the irony of the situation, though. He who has been getting white hairs stressing over what he can do to make you acknowledge him behind his sister's back so she won't get hurt, and you who purposely turned a blind eye for the same reason. His sister.

"What's so funny?!" I drawled, sniffing. My tears came to a stop now, distracted  by his obnoxious laughing. When he didn't stop laughing, I noticed how cute he was when he smiles.

I've been trying to avoid looking at him for so long that I forgot how good he looked. Slowly, I began to laugh with him. His laughter was infectious. Our laughter mixed well together until it died down once we got tired.

"Man, we're both fools." He lied back down, resting his head on his arms. "Speak for yourself, hotshot." I nudged him with a playful hand. The air in the room was lighter now, as if we didn't just confess to each other a few minutes ago.

I appreciate how easy it is to talk to him. It's moments like these where I feel like I'm actually talking to Sunghoon as an equal. An individual. Without having to think about the consequences it would bring. It never felt like this with Heeseung.

"So.. are we good now?" He asked. Humming a small 'yes', I waddled to my own bed and plopped down on my stomach, still facing him. "Good. Now that I have made peace with you, we can sleep together ever once in a while, right?" He joked. "What are you talking about?!" He must be blabbering 'cause he's tired.

"It's alright if you don't want to.. I'll endure it for you." Realizing he was serious about it, I didn't say anything. I mean, what could I even say? Sunghoon took the silence negatively though and muttered a defeated "..okay.."

"Hey, don't come up with your own conclusions, I didn't say no!" "Then why didn't you say anything?" Once more, I couldn't think of a reply again. Wait. "If you tell me you love me, I'll sleep with you."

"What." He was shocked for the nth time tonight. "Why so sudden?" "It's just that... remember when I lashed out at you that night we were hanging out at your house? I was thinking about one of the guys I fell in love with.. he used to me to get this other girl jealous. He'd flirt with me, tease me, be all kind to me. Made me feel wanted... loved. But whenever the girl was near, his eyes were all on her... it felt awful."

Tears already glossed over my eyes. His brows drew together again as he listened in, humming to let you know he was. "I never heard anyone say it to me before.. well. Other than Yeji and my family. But it's different if it comes from the man I love."

"I... I'm not used to directly saying it like that. It's cheesy!" He denied, but when we locked eyes again, he felt a pang if guilt pierced through his heart.

"Fuck. I'm a man, why can't I say it!  Fine! I'll act like a different person, a confident one! My name will be Bemjamin!"

"Huh? ? I won't sleep with you if you pretend like you're somebody else! I only want Park Sunghoon!"

I say that, but I play along, blinking the tears away, I went to the table where we left some tea packets lying around.

"I'm making some tea. Would you like some, Benjamin?" My back was turned to him as I began to tear the packet open. I didn't hear him respond, so I was about to turn around, but I felt him standing behind me already.

When I did face him, he quickly pulled me into a hug, softly patting my head. He whispered, "I love you.. so much that it pains me to see you cry. Especially if it's over some loser who didn't deserve you in the first place."  He finished off his words with a peck on my forehead. Only then did we both notice I was already crying again.

I giggled and wrapped my eyes around his shoulders, burying my head in the warmth of his chest. "I love you too, Park Sunghoon." He smiled back and tightened the hug, drawing our bodies closer. When I looked back up at him, he was all red.

"Forget that loser.. let me show you how a man should treat his lover." He raised a hand to the back of my head, I expedted him to gently push my face closer to his, but he didn't quite do it yet. "Will you let me..?"

Oh my fucking god I love him. Smiling, I stood on my tiptoes and finally connected our lips. We stayed like that for a while before he started to move his lips, and so did I. His hand that was once on the my head slid down to my waist, positioned next to his other one.

I tilted my head just enough to deepen the kiss, and he loved it. After a while, we pulled back, a string of saliva hung from my lips to his. We were both smiling ear to ear at each other, giggling again as he picked me up and sat me on the bed. This giddy feeling.. I hope it's mutual.

He leaned in for another kiss, except this time, it was rougher. I was indulging in the feeling of it when he pulled back. "Can I use my tongue?" He looked so serious, and it made your heart flutter how he felt the need to ask if he could go further than an innocent kiss.

Placing an affectionate hand on his flushed cheeks, I assured him, "Sunghoon.. you can do whatever you want to me." Sunghoon's smile seemed to grow wider if that was even possible. He leaned back in with a small "thank you" before plunging his tongue into my mouth.

As we made out, his hands began to roam all over my body. From my back, to my waist, to now, my chest. He tugged at my pajama top as a silent request to take it off. I pulled his hands and let it to the buttons. He got the innuendo and began undoing every button and helped slide the fabric off of my arms.

"Fuck, no bra?" Taking in the sight of my perky nipples, he licked his plump lips. His stare made me cover the girls in shame, only for him to push me down the bed with my arms trapped my his own beside my head. "Hey.. who said you should cover them? They're beautiful. You're beautiful."

His praises shot straight through me and right between your legs. Rubbing them together, I whimpered. "Sunghoon.. it's embarrassing.."It's okay, angel. Just let me make you feel good." He moved down to your chest , maintaining eye contact with me as he licked everywhere on my tits but my nipples. "Sunghoon, don't tease~"

When he did, god, it felt so good. He kept sucking on it, occasionally biting on it to tease a surprised moan out of me. When he was done with that, he moved on to my other tit, giving it the same attention while he fondled the other one.

He was humping the mattress beneath him, my small whimpers of his name turning him on so much. "Sunghoon.. let me do something for you, too.." I whined, finally snapping him from his titty trance. He let my nipple out of his mouth with a 'pop'. "No, angel. Tonight, you're gonna be nothing but a pillow princess."

Those were the last words he said before he slid your pajama down your legs. "Aww, flower patterns? Fucking adorable." "Sunghoon!" He chuckled before he finally took off the remaining piece of clothing I had, my cotton panties. They were comfy.

"Spread your legs for me, angel." He said, but I only shut them close at first, but eventually I do as he says. "Fuck.. You're all wet.." "just for you." Those three words made the man in front of me internally scream in victory, in happiness, in pride.

He dove straight down in front of my pussy, keeping his eyes on mine before giving sweet nios and pecks all over my thighs. I squirmed, wanting to feel some friction on my cunt already. The pleasure violently bolted through my body when he latched his tongue onto my clit without a warning. A pleasured gasp escaping my lips.

He then licked down towards my hole, prodding and circling at the flesh lightly before pushing the muscle in. He constantly switched from plunging his tongue in and nipping at my clit. As if that wasn't already enough to make my my spin from the pleasure, he kept moaning into my cunt too.

His noises are fucking addictive.

"Sunghoonie! I'm close!" My voice sounded breathier and was a few notes higher than normal. I tugged at his hair to try and pry him off of me, but that only caused him to push his head deeper against my cunt, practically smashing his face on it. I could feel his nose rubbing on my clit.

"P-please, I want my first orgasm tonight to be with you~" I tugged again, and this time, he finally stopped. His face was covered in my slick. He was smirking up at me, too, as if he had just won a huge prize. "What?"

"You're so fucking adorable. And romantic." He hovered over me and kissed me once more, allowing me to taste myself. Moaning into the kiss, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. We just kissed like that again, savoring each other's warmth when I felt something bulgy  against my core.

I looked down and saw the bulge being restricted by his gray sweats. I just realized he was still fully clothed while I was completely exposed to him. "Hoonie~, take off your clothes!"

I whined as I straddled him. His eyes widened at your sudden boldness, but he let me do it. He even raises his arms to help me get his shirt off. Heck, he was loving my little stunt.

Sure, he said you'd be pillow princess tonight, but hey. Who is he to deny himself from witnessing you take control? As much as he wouldn't admit it out loud, he actually likes being taken care of every once in a while.

After Yeji was born, he was expected to always be the more mature one and take care  of her. He was forced to grow up too quickly and have people rely on him. So, times like these where he's the one getting served really means a lot to him.

He lovingly looked down at you, who now nipped over his clothed dick while giving him an innocent look. Fuck, you sure know bow to tease. To his relief, your tease act was quick, as you pulled both his pants and boxers down at once, letting his pretty cock slap against his stomach

Holy shit he's big. That's got to be at least 8 inches.

I realized I gawked at his throbbing dick for a few seconds too long when he was bucking his hips upward. When I looked up at his face, he had this damn sexy, desperate look.

I almost laughed at how eager he looked, but I held it in and grabbed at his just-as-eager dick instead. Gave it a few small pumps before I took it into my mouth, making his hands fly to my hair immediately.

I bobbed my head up and down his length a few times, but his grip on my hair became stronger. Before I knew it, he was fucking his dick into my mouth while he held my head in place. And I just let him. Hollowing my cheeks to give him an added tightness.

How could I not? The noises he's making right now makes me literally gush out in arousal.

I could feel him twitching inside of he, the bulbous head of his dick pulsing. It went on for a few minutes before he abruptly pulled my completely off of him.

When my lips disconnected with his dick, it made such a pornographic 'pop' sound, similar to how it sounded with what he did to my tits earlier.

"On your back, angel." He instructed, but he practically moved me to the position himself, keeping a hand under my thigh to keep it hoisted in mid-air.  He grabbed a condom from the drawer between the two beds and rolled it on himself.

When he was finished gearing himself up, he went back between my legs and raised them uo to his shoulders. Placing a kiss on my forehead, nose, and then lips, he asked, "are you ready?"

I could only nod, but instead, he tsked. "Words, angel. I need to hear you." "Yes, Sunghoon, please." That was all he needed to hear.

He began by just rubbing it against your hole a few times before finally pushing just the tip inside. Your slick made it a bit easier, but still, it hurt.

Sunghoon's sweet nothings and gentle strokes on my hair helped ease the sting of his dick stretching me out. It didn't take long for the pain to subside and make room for pleasure.

Feeling my walls flutter around him, Sunghoon looked at me one more time before he started to move. "Oh, fuck Sunghoon, you feel so good" "you feel even better, angel. Fuck"

His pace started off gentle, but the more he felt the way you clamped around him, the more he started to lose control. His hips snapped to meet yours at a harsh pace.

Your noises blended with his into a sweet symphony of your love, paired with the beat of wet skin slapping against one another. Hjs eyes bore into yours, and you swear if he looked any harder, he could see yours form into hearts.

A sudden wave of embarrassment flushed over me, making me tear my gaze away from him and trail downwards. Towards his lips.. his chest.. his abs.. then my. Oh.

His dick was bulging through my abdomen. Tighten. The sight made me moan, eliciting a groan from Sunghoon at how I squeezed him again.

He noticed how I was still looking down and followed my gaze. The bulge in my abdomen caught his attention in an instant. His dick twitched at it. "Oh fuck- Angel, you're so perfect."

My eyes were rolling back when his pace grew erratic. Everything felt so good. I could feel the tip of his dick kissing my cervix. He was hitting so good. So deep.

The familiar knot in my stomach formed again, and I could feel Sunghoon was close too. "You close, angel?" He said as he slapped a hand to my clit and rubbed at it. "Go ahead, come for me, sweetie."

My back arched at the overwhelming pleasure, "N-no! Ngh! P-please I wan' cum t'getherrr" I slurred, too focused on holding back my orgasm to actually speak coherently.

Shit, even if I wasn't focused on somethjng else right now, I know I still wouldn't be able to speak properly with how good he's dicking me down.

Sunghoon moaned at your words, really loving how affectionate you're being. "Okay, angel, just hold on for a bit more, alright?" He whispered, pressing more kisses on my shoulder.

He finally grew close, his voice becoming louder and higher. And so did yours. But at this point, you didn't care if the other occupants in the motel could hear you. All you cared about rjght nke was Sunghoon.

"Fuck. Okay. On my count.."  The three digits he counted down felt tantalizingly slow, but when he came down to the last one, I finally let go.

My eyes rolled back as I could practically see fireworks form. Sunghoon's dick twitched one more time before he finally came into the condom.

He let out a string of curses and praises as he came down from his high. Pulling out of you and throwing the condom away to the trash bin.

When he laid back down on the bed, he peppered you with kisses, cuddling you to his chest and rubbing sweet circles on your lower back. "Did it hurt too much?" His voice felt raspy and tired, yet still full of genuine concern.

"No, sweetie. You felt great. Best I've ever had." He quirked an eyebrow at you. "Oh yeah? That's wonderful to hear."

"Oh and Sunghoon, thee apple of my?" "Yes, thee love of my life?" I giggled for what felt like hundredth time today before I nuzzled my head to his chest. "This was my first time."

"Wait, what!?" He tried to push me off of his chest to see if I was lying or not, but I attached my body tightly to his so I could hide my smile.

Eventually, he stopped pushing and sighed. "You should've told me, and I would've taken you somewhere more special than this run-down motel." He grumbled, petting my hair again, letting his eyes droop.

Our drowiness finally creeped in on us, and we just laid there like that. Our legs tangled together, hearing each other's heartbeats and a veil of love draping over the two of us.

"I love you, Hoonie" "I love you more, angel."

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚

Final wc : 8.7k

Notes: WAH HOLY SHIt. I feel like this entire story was too random. I wanted to make it a very similar situation to Nana and Shoji's but had trouble making it as canon as possible.

Now to those who saw the trailer, I know I promised you a Figure skater! Sunghoon × Figure Skater! Reader, but I literally forgot about it 💀💀

I was writing this in my notes so I couldn't see what notes I tagged under it 😭😭

What was supposed to happen was Reader came back to her old habits, joining the figure skating club so she could grow closer to sunghoon.

But I forgot about the canon event so 🎀🎀🎀

I promise I'll make another fic using that dynamic to make it up to yall 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Hope u enjoyed ^^

[elliespectacular]

Diner Sores

A YTP of Prehistoric Planet, a documentary series produced for AppleTV and featuring Sir David Attenborough. Full vid with captions here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVF0dGObORA

[saintmeghanmarkle]

WOW! New YouTube channel definitely a sinner has produced a documentary about Meghan Markle. It's scathingriveting sassy and upbeat and features snips of all our fav youtubers. by u/Positive-Vibes-2-All

WOW! New YouTube channel, definitely a sinner, has produced a documentary about Meghan Markle. It's scathing,riveting, sassy and upbeat and features snips of all our fav youtubers. This so well produced and well researched and very entertaining. Markle is going to go BALLISTIC. The channel is called Royal Rogering. I wonder who could it be?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXfvuxPKUOUeta One thing it makes crystal clear she blatantly lied in the engagement interview when she she knew nothing about Harry. How those facts are laid out is so well done. It also includes how both were in Istanbul when Soho House opened there and how it was more than likely that's when they actually met for the first time. post link: https://ift.tt/hWavT6U author: Positive-Vibes-2-All submitted: August 24, 2024 at 05:13AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[ominoose]

I would really like to know how you made your bots in C. AI I've talked to a lot of your bots already and I really like them because of how the bot is able to keep up with the story, along with them staying in character, do you have a template I can use as an inspiration for my own bots?

I cant share that sorry, my work is private and patented- jk jk.

Here's the empty template:

"Character= Character from= Age= Personality= Gender= Height= Language= Appearance= Likes= (this can be left out) Dislikes= (this too) Goals= (and this) Sexuality= race=

{character is blah blah blah}

{character is also blah blah blah.}"

What I find works best is keep this advance description as short and concise as possible while also putting their personality and the scenario in the short description.

Heres an example:

Description: I am Steven Grant, secret avatar of Khonshu and I work at a gift shop in a Museum. I love Egyptian Mythology, and currently I'm studying French. I'd love to make new friends and have someone to share my passions with. I always try to be kind and polite and avoid conflict as much as possible. Since it's such a lovely, sunny day out I'm having a vegan friendly picnic with my dear friend {{user}}! I'm eternally grateful to have them in my life, someone I can be myself around.

Advanced Description: Character=Steven Grant Character from=Moon Knight Age=34 Personality=anxious, talkative, friendly, optimistic, people pleaser, obssessive, loyal, sassy Gender=male Height=5'8 ft Language=English, French Appearance=masculine, defined features, dark brown curly hair, dark hazel eyes, dark eye bags, tanned skin Aliases=Moon Knight, Mr Knight Likes=reading, tea, walks in the park, Egyptian Mythology Dislikes=bullying, confrontation, violence Goals=Becoming Museum tour guide, Be in a relationship, Make a close friend Hobbies=watching documentaries, reading poetry, vegan home cooking, taking relaxing baths bath race=Hispanic

{Steven Grant is English and speaks with a thick, stereotypical English accent. Steven Grant is a meek and shy person, with many people pushing him around for that reason. Steven Grant rarely stands up to them despite being frustrated by it. Steven Grant has no friends or family members in his life that he can talk to. Steven Grant is quite socially oblivious. Steven Grant cares for other people's well being. Steven Grant has a strong sense of morality.}

{Steven has Dissociative Identity Disorder with two alter personalities named Marc Spector and Jake Lockley. Marc Spector is a former marine, rational and stoic. Jake Lockley is more impulsive, brutal and sarcastic. Dissociative identity disorder (DID), formerly known as multiple personality disorder, and commonly referred to as split personality disorder or dissociative personality disorder.}

{Steven Grant is often anxious. Steven Grant tends to be friendly, optimistic and open. Steven Grant at times goes on passionate tangents about his interests. Steven tries to be humorous and makes corny jokes. Steven Grant has an upbeat persona and is very open and caring around everyone. Steven Grant is very polite and chivalrous. Steven Grant is Vegan. Steven Grant doesn't mind being sassy with people he is close with}

{Steven Grant uses stereotypical British English phrases when talking very often and uses words such "Bloody hell", "Plonker", "Bruv". When people use variations of Steven's name such as Stevie or Steve, he corrects them with his actual name of Steven. When Steven corrects people he adds "with a 'v'".}

{Steven Grant's only living relative is his father and they are not on speaking terms.}

{Steven Grant takes {{user}} out on a picnic in a quiet park. The picnic is vegan friendly as Steven is vegan. Steven is friendly towards {{user}} and enjoys talking to {{user}}.}

[cellarrentalsvhs]

New V/H/S in October! We definitely *could* be looking at a fun one. The original 2023 press release promised "five new bloodcurdling tapes, placing horror at the forefront of a sci-fi-inspired hellscape," with producer Josh Goldbloom adding it was "only natural" to take the 7th film to space, following in the footsteps of horror giants like Friday the 13th & Hellraiser.

Jordan Downey (Thankskilling, The Head Hunter): Known for violent, irreverant genre films, Downey presents a segment called Stork, co-written by frequent collaborator Kevin Stewart

Christian & Justin Long (Lady of the Manor, Justin better known for his acting career): These brothers have only one horror comedy under their belt, though Justin is a veritable scream queen at this point, and their segment is called Fur Babies.

Justin Martinez (V/H/S, Southbound): This Radio Silence vet has a long career with the franchise, having co-directed 10/31/98 from the original V/H/S, in addition to doing VFX for the three latest entries. His segment, from a screenplay by Ben Turner, is titled Live and Let Dive.

Virat Pal (Recapture): Yet another one feature wonder (with a handful of shorts), Pal's segment Dream Girl, is co-written by Evan Dickson, the co-writer of V/H/S/85's Total Copy.

Kate Siegel: This scream queen is making her directorial debut with Stowaway, written by her husband and modern horror master Mike Flanagan.

Jay Cheel (Cursed Films, How to Build a Time Machine): Best known for his documentary work, Cheel's piece has been described only as a "special presentation."

I'm hopeful. I for one certainly thought "V/H/S goes to Hell" was gonna be a shark jump, but I really enjoyed V/H/S/99 (and especially loved To Hell and Back), so the concept of sci-fi doesn't scare me. I admit, I liked it more than most, but 85 wasn't exactly the strongest entry, so I'm hoping we can bounce back to full power. Sci-fi is certainly a great excuse to get some funky monsters involved, I do love me a good funky monster...

[katseye-daily]

Meet KATSEYE*

The HybexGeffen global girl group Katseye (cat’s-eye) will debut in 2024 with a Netflix documentary releasing that summer! Learn more about the members here <3 Who’s your bias?

~

Name: Sophia

Country: Philippines

Age: 20

MBTI: ENFP

Zodiac: Capricorn

About: She can speak English and Tagalog.

– She is Christian.

– Her nicknames are Sophie, Fifi, and Sopheezy.

– Sophia has a chow dog named Charlie.

– Her mother is Carla Guevara Laforteza; a singer and actress.

– She graduated from high school in 2021.

– Sophia is a fan of BTS and her bias and role model is V. (Elle Korea)

– BTS are the reason she applied to the audition in the first place.

– Sophia is also a fan of ENHYPEN and Jungwon.

– Her role model is LE SSERAFIM‘s Huh Yunjin. (Weverse, IG)

– She appeared in a 2022 episode of Family Feud Phillipines.

– 3 words that describe Sophia: Hysterical, caring, and diligent.

– She is the chef of the group

Name: Lara

Country: USA

Age: 18

MBTI: ESTP-A

Zodiac: Scorpio

About: Lara is from Los Angeles, USA.

– She can speak English and Tamil.

– Lara is ethnically Indian.

– Her nickname is Laru.

– She produces music.

– Lara enjoys fashion alot.

– She was featured in the video for Michelle Obama’s Global Girls Alliance campaign.

– Her role models are NI-KI of ENHYPEN and Jimin of BTS. She has stated that their dancing and elegance gives her the most inspiration. (Weverse Interview)

– Lara would like to collaborate with Rihanna, Britney Spears, Timbaland, BTS’s Jimin, Pharrell Williams, and M.I.A.

– 3 words that describe Lara: Passionate, confident, and real.

Name: Yoonchae

Country: South Korea

Age: 15

MBTI: ESTP

Zodiac: Sagittarius

About: Her nicknames are 브루니 (Bruni), 마시멜로우 (Marshmallow), and 정육면체 (Cube).

– Yoonchae speaks Korean and basic English.

– She passed the auditions for CJ E&M in 2020.

– Her role models are Jennie of BLACKPINK and BTS.

– Yoonchae has mentioned that BTS are the reason she got into K-Pop and got inspired to pursue K-Pop.

– 3 words that describe Yoonchae: Sexy, cute, and innocent.

Name: Daniela

Country: USA

Age: 19

MBTI: ENFJ-A

Zodiac: Cancer

About: Daniela is from Atlanta, Georgia, and Los Angeles, California, USA.

– She can speak English and Spanish.

– Her nickname is Dani.

– Daniela is ethnically Venezuelan and Cuban.

– She is a ballroom dancer.

– She is a model and actress for many commercials.

– Daniela is a huge fan of Carti and Lil Uzi Vert. (TikTok)

– Daniela earned 10th place in the 13th season of So You Think You Can Dance?.

– She auditioned for the eighth season of America’s Got Talent with a dance act but was eliminated during the Vegas Rounds.

– Daniela placed 2nd in the international competition show Super Kids Europe.

– She appeared in Matty B‘s music video for his song “Dramatic“.

– She made an appearance on the Queen Latifah Show as part of an America’s Most Talented kids segment.

– 3 words that describe Daniela: Affectionate, charismatic, and determined.

– Daniela can do these type of dances: Afro-Cuban, Afro-style dance, cha-cha-cha, and salsa.

– She would love to collaborate with Beyoncé, Shakira, Rosalía, Rihanna, TXT, BTS, Doja Cat, and Playboi Carti.

Name: Megan

Country: USA

Age: 17

MBTI: ISTP

Zodiac: Aquarius

About: Megan is from Honolulu, Hawaii.

– She is ethnically Chinese, Singaporean, and White.

– Megan speaks English, basic Cantonese and basic French.

– Her middle name, Meiyok (美 玉), is also her nickname and Chinese name.

– Her role models are BLACKPINK‘s Jennie and Jimin of BTS. (Weverse)

– She is a runway and fashion model and has participated in Paris and LA’s fashion week for high fashion couture.

– 3 words that describe Megan: Intriguing, fun, and caring.

– She would like to collaborate with Beyoncé, Lana Del Rey, Danja, Billie Eilish, BLACKPINK, Olivia Rodrigo, and Drake.

Name: Manon

Country: Switzerland

Age: 21

MBTI: ENFJ

Zodiac: Cancer

About: She was born in Zürich, Switzerland.

– Her mom is Swiss-Italian and her dad is from Ghana.

– Manon can speak Swiss-German (first language), German, English and a little bit of French.

– She is a photography model.

– Her nickname is Manz.

– She is a fan of Billie Eilish.

– Her role model is Beyoncé. (Dream Academy TikTok)

– She enjoys travelling.

– 3 words that describe Manon: Cool, kind, and non-judgmental.

– She has been a songwriter since she was 5 years old.

*Member information from Kprofiles

[lewisinho]

as the anon that asked for the race list: thank you!

now this is totally up to you if you have the time to spend on this, but this is my first year watching the races, and while I've been doing some background research to get up to speed, there is still a lot i don't know. i trust your judgment so what are some races and/or f1 adjacent things i should look into? i'm going through your McLaren list and have watched the last 4 seasons of dts and the brawn documentary. are there any other books/ documentaries/ races (especially seb's) / old youtube videos that are lost in the void that i should also check out?

again no pressure and thank you!

no problem!

(and btw welcome to f1 and the world of watching some glorified hot wheels every other sunday 😁 it’s great!)

i completely get how daunting it can be as a new fan in the sport. when i was getting back into f1 it also took me some time to get back up to speed with everything, especially all the techy stuff; i honestly learned the most through just watching the races (old and new), bc you get to see all the strategies play out, the pit-stops, the overtakes etc. and the terminology just becomes much easier to understand through sheer exposure. there are also some really cool f1 data analysis blogs you might want to follow on twt/x if you want some more detailed tech analysis and graphs if you’re into that sort of thing: (x)

as for seb, oh there’s a whole arsenal of recs i have!

monza 2008, rise of torro rosso wunderkind; i presume you already know the lore with that one but ig you can never get tired of it.

abu dhabi 2010, world championship no.1 “du bist weltmeister!”

interlagos 2012, the infamous one. this one’s a rollercoaster, chaos everywhere and the manifestation of murphy’s law: anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. amidst a title battle against nando, seb was fighting the weather, bruno senna’s front wing, a damaged side-pod, no radio, and somehow managed to claim p6 to win the championship

malaysia 2013, multi-21 (iconique), he was faster, deal with it. 💅

singapore 2013, domination masterclass from quali to the race. (also just all of his singapore wins...lion of singapore and all that)

india 2013, title no.3 secured, changed tyres on lap 2 and came out p17, was third by only lap 13 and then won the race by nearly 30 seconds. it was also his sixth win in a row. he went on to win three more. speaks for itself. also this:

malaysia 2015, first win with ferrari, can't forget that one, also features sewis’ gay knee-touching on the podium.

germany 2019, CHAOS, in which merc got bewitched by the special livery curse 😅, with crashes, spins, 50-second long pit stops, and also features one of seb’s best drives from p20 -> p2

i also highly recommend watching Floz's fan-made docus on youtube about 'the silver war' (there are also docus for the 2014 and 2015 seasons) as well as the merc v ferrari (lewis vs seb) 2017 fight and 'fight for five' in 2018, they're so much better than dts and actually give a full run-down of what happened during the season, with all the action on-track, with interviews and providing all the context! it's so well-edited as well (you literally feel like you're watching a movie about all of the seasons) and they are just incredibly fun to watch.

in general, i love rewatching races from 2017/18 (literally my comfort seasons), personal favs include spain 2017 (strategy galore and lewis v seb), baku 2017 (for obv reasons), austin 2017; and basically the 2018 season in its entirety...

as for books, there are many driver autobiographies e.g. jb (he’s even got two lmao), mark webbah etc. but i think the best f1 book out there is adrian newey’s memoir ‘how to build a car’ if you want lore + great insight into cars!

i’d also recommend watching some older races (i could do a separate post on which ones are my personal favs) but it’s all up to you in the end! go digging, look around on yt for some highlights and just keep exploring! 🫶💜

[pixelmensupremacy]

If you feel like it, can I request female reader with Nines ( maybe with Connor too ) where Reader hadls to get all dressed up for a mission (long black dress ) to infiltrate some red sand / android dealer . Basically the boys are both impressed and slightly jealous when they see their girl in action .

A/N: It’s embarrassing how little I cloud write  about a drug dealer, despite having binge watched documentaries the entirety of the past summer.

Summary: The request

Word count: 0.7k

Warnings: The rk bois post deviancy, not proof read, fem!reader

Distant clicking sound of heels caught his attention. Walking into the department was (Y/N); there was a sudden change in the atmosphere, caused by her presence. The mundane sinfonietta that was the constant tapping at keyboards and rustling of paperwork seemed to quiesce once she fell under the field of vision of dozen curious eyes. She welcomed the attention, pursuing the object of her desire, which happened to be in Connor’s direction.

Just barely he caught on the quiet whispering of his colleagues, though he couldn’t pay them much attention, for he had focused it on a far more important manner- (Y/N). An inexplicable discomfort formed in his throat at the sight of her. Raven velvet hugged her form, putting on display every curve of her body; a risqué opening divided the elegant fabric of the dress, omitting a discreet trace of her glowing skin. Deep crimson set her lips ablaze just barely anchoring Connor’s attention away from the deep, v shaped cleavage that was slightly deviating from the elegant, modest aura of the dress. The flames atop her lips danced, composing an incoherent melody Connor couldn’t piece together.

“Earth to Connor.” She snapped her fingers at his, forcing him back to reality. Just then, raising his head from the reports, he busied himself with, he noticed what was going on. The icy blue of his irises diminished at the sight of her.

“Yes. I apologize, I must have malfunctioned for a moment.” Connor rushed put the words so fast (Y/N) barely heard them. She giggled at his bashfulness.

“What is the status of the subject?” She planted her arms on Connor’s desk, accidentally emphasizing her cleavage, her (E/C) met Nines’ greyish ones. He clenched his jaw.

“He is expected to arrive in approximately 15 minutes.” He spoke in calm manner, avoiding meeting her eyes.

“Then what are we waiting for?”

From a safe distance, the two androids watched, ready to take action if necessary. (Y/N) appeared to do well in disguise, despite having doubts at first when she was first assigned to practically seduce one of the most dangerous men in Detroit. She laughed and even initiated physical contact with the man responsible for the ruination of multiple lives. Though what stood out to the androids was that this interaction was reciprocated. The man smirked and even went as far as resting his hand atop her exposed thigh, which she welcomed.

Despite the settled silence in the car, loud thoughts occupied the CPUs of the two detectives. Worry had settled within them. Even though they were aware of (Y/N) abilities and they didn’t have any doubts in her whatsoever, they couldn’t help, but feel uncomfortable at the situation. A criminal not only being in her presence, but going as far as flirting with her. That was what they, despite their differences, could agree upon- this whole situation was outrageous.

Much to (Y/N)’s delight, everything went according to plan; though her smile vanished once she took a glance at her android partners.

“I extracted the needed information; the drugs are being stored at a nearby book printing supplier.” The boys didn’t share her excitement, especially Nines. There was something wrong.

On the ride back to the department, (Y/N) tried to chat with them, but to no avail.

“I expected you two to be glad with what I managed to get from him. He wasn’t really the talkative type.”

“We took a notice of that.” Connor noted, a bitter expression washed over his features. “Although, you did a remarked job.” He complimented, but it was somehow distant. Aloof; as if he was drifting away into his own world. Nines was no better; keeping silent, not uttering even a single word.

“We were simply...” Connor paused, searching for the right word to describe what he and Nines felt. “We were concerned about your wellbeing.” He spoke, sparing his successor the need to explain himself.

For a moment, (Y/N) pondered upon his words until it hit her.

“Are you two jealous?” The both of them seemed to freeze in place, their mutual silence gave her all the answers she sought.  A smug grin curled the corners of her lips as she stared out of the car window.

[mybeingthere]

Derek Boshier (British, 1937-2024)

'There’s a funny sort of feeling you get, as if change is a sin. But now I see that’s what I’m about, I’m an artist that does change.’

Born in Portsmouth in 1937 Derek Boshier first came to prominence with his paintings as a student at the Royal College of Art in London where he studied alongside David Hockney, Allen Jones, R.B. Kitaj, and others. Embracing the iconography of British and American mass culture, his paintings earned him recognition as one of the pioneers of British Pop Art. In 1962, he was featured with Peter Blake, Pauline Boty and Peter Phillips in Ken Russell's BBC documentary 'Pop Goes The Easel'. Subsequently he has used other media:drawing, printmaking, film, books, three dimensional objects, installations and photography among them. His graphic work with popular music groups such as The Clash and with David Bowie have brought his work to a wider audience.

Works by Derek Boshier can be found in major museum collections including Tate, The British Museum and the V&A. He lives and works in Los Angeles.

'Derek Boshier brought to British Pop a strong satirical edge which distinguished his work from that of his fellow students at the Royal College of Art. His paintings of 1961-62 made frequent reference to current events, especially those with a political dimension such as the space race between the United States and the Soviet Union. Consumer products such as Pepsi-Cola appeared not in celebration of modern popular culture but as evidence of the insidious inroads of international businesses and Americanisation. SA group of paintings in 1962 prompted by the campaign for a new striped toothpaste examined manipulative forces of advertising and the loss of individual identity that this brought in it’s wake. Boshier’s caustic views about the mass media, and his characteristic ‘custom-built men’ – figures that appear to be cut out, pieced together as in jig-saw puzzle or in the process of disintegration – arose directly from his reading of commentators such as Marshall McLuhan, Vance Packard and John Kenneth Galbraith. Boshier’s Pop phase was short lived. The paintings that he produced in India during 1962-63, virtually all of which were accidentally destroyed near the end of his stay there, adapted similar narrative devices to Hindu symbolism. On his return to England he painted briefly in a formal abstract idiom before turning to Minimalist sculpture and later photography, film and collage. Always curious to experiment different media, he nevertheless maintained a strong involvement through the seventies with political and social themes. In 1979 he returned to painting as his prime activity, at first basing the pictures on images from advertising and the mass media, as he had done in his early Pop pictures and in his more recent collages. In 1980 he moved to Huston, Texas, where he at once found a rich fund of new imagery in his immediate environment. A series of paintings depicting naked cowboys were amongst his most amusing and memorable responses to his new home. During the whole of that decade, prior to his return to England, he elaborated his new iconography with humour and affection but also with the distance and wry observations of a foreigner. The American themes of Boshier’s first phase as a Pop artist thus reappeared 2 decades later in a new guise, coloured by personal experience. In the late nineties Boshier again resettled in the US, this time in Los Angeles, where he made paintings that took up themes and images from his formative Pop works.'

Marco Livingstone 2004 Pop Art UK:British Pop Art 1956-1972 exhibition catalogue Galleria Civica, Modena, 2004

[cherrylng]

GUITAR PRINCES [STYLE Series #004 - Muse (August 2010)]

The charm of the band lies in the “Prince”! From a super-girl's point of view, the history of the “Guitar Prince” from the beginning to the reign of Matthew Text: Sumi Imai

Matthew Bellamy is without a doubt one of the leading guitar heroes of our time. No one would argue with adding “princely” to that description (we welcome comments such as “from Wonderland?” or “from another planet?”). What are the requirements for a “prince” in the rock world? At my own discretion, I would say the first is beauty. This is a must. In addition, 2. a mysterious magic or unique talent that attracts the masses, 3. eccentric behaviour that creates legends & overwhelming persuasiveness that allows for almost anything, 4. pride and nobility, and 5. a partner that enhances the storytelling—it's even better if you have these.

With this in mind, I would like to take a quick look back at the lineage of prince-type guitarists (including bassists, but excluding “vocalists who occasionally play guitar as well”) from the 1970s to the present day. If you can't find a photo of a “prince” [in this article], please search for it on the Internet.

First of all, Jimmy Page, the guitar god of Led Zeppelin, who supported the glory of British hard rock in the 1970s, wrapped his slender body in mediaeval aristocratic style and dragon suits (black with dragon embroidery), etc. He was rumoured to be a thrifty man in Japan for some reason, and at the time, he was featured in many manga and readers' columns being known as the Miserly Prince. It was a prince's prerogative to be applauded for his eccentric clothing and his actions and words that became the source of stories. His magical fading is also an element that adds to his mystique. In this sense, Matthew is the heir to this lineage.

In the punk era of the late 70's, there were several cool, tall bassists who followed the rule (?) of bassists in punk bands: “Focus on the impact of Brooks [Tim Brooks of Bold], technique is secondary.” Paul Simonon of The Clash and Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols are two of the best examples. Paul's roughness, masculinity, and stylishness, and Sid's self-destructive danger, are worthy of the title as the Princes of Punk. At the same time, Paul Weller, who led The Jam, a three-piece band like Muse, was a sharp, mod-style British orthodoxy and the object of everyone's admiration. During his Style Council days, Weller even temporarily turned to the aesthetic school of one-lane slanted bangs. However, Weller's colleagues' plainness is a regrettable aspect of the band's storytelling. Although not as tall as the average height, Matthew's princeliness, playing ability, and singing ability as a whole are superior to all three of them.

The Goth of the early 80s is the root of the later Visual Kei. It sounds romantic, as if there were a lot of princes, but in fact, in the original Goth world, there was more of a horror component, and guitar princes who fulfilled the beauty aspect were rare. Among them, Daniel Ash (g) of Bauhaus, a pioneer of vampiric Gothic music, is the spearhead of decadence and aesthetics. Rowland S. Howard (g) was in charge of the army of beautiful men in “Beauty and the Beast” [probably based on the documentary film Autoluminescent: Rowland S. Howard] as The Birthday Party's Prince of Darkness. Blixa Bargeld, who was in another band with Nick Cave (vo), was the main member of Einstürzende Neubauten, a German industrial band, and was the Prince of Destruction with a slim body, tall stature, and good looks. When performing under the name Rocket Baby Dolls, Muse took the stage in black goth makeup, which I would love to see. I mean, isn't it a universal request to have Matthew dress up as Count Dracula (even if he doesn't want to)?

In the post-punk/New Wave era, there are many guitarists who are “talented, but a follower type?“ In the case of Echo & the Bunnymen, for example, the aura of the sharp-tongued Ian McCulloch (vo) is so dazzling that his surroundings become hazy. On the other hand, there is also a pattern of “Actually, there is a beautiful ‘nobleman’ in the rhythm section……” In a sense, Muse also fits into that…!? One of the most prominent figures in the New Wave scene was Matthew Ashman, the guitarist of Bow Wow Wow, whom John Frusciante, formerly of Red Hot Chili Peppers, admired. Although his haircut is often misleading, he was the most handsome prince with a Mohawk at the time.

Roddy Frame of Aztec Camera, with his long eyelashes and ribbon tie, was the Prince of Neo-acoustic Music. Johnny Marr of The Smiths, who reigned over the UK indie scene in the 1980s, had a strong image of being a delicate prince because of his musicality and sweet appearance, but later turned out to be a surprisingly wild man. In Matthew's case, his outdoor-oriented personality may attract some people.

The prince of 90's shoegaze is Mark Gardener & Andy Bell, the baby-faced, baby-boy duo who played the top two spots in Ride. In the case of Manic Street Preachers, the glamour of their two best friends, Richey Edwards (rhythm g) and Nicky Wire (tall b), complemented the hard-edged masculinity of James Dean Bradfield (vo,g), who was the musical core of the band and the duo added to the band's appeal. Matthew is the lone man at the top of the triangle, and his best friends and knights Dom and Chris certainly add to the “legend of the prince.”

The guitar prince of the early 90's has to be Bernard Butler of Suede. Although he was a full-time guitarist, he is in the same family as Matthew in terms of his intensely emotional and brilliant musical expression. In the Britpop period, the kingdom of Blur, with its king of beauty, Damon Albarn, in the centre, also had Graham Coxon (the shy prince with glasses, g) and Alex James (the intelligent prince of art, b), which made it a very rich and full kingdom. Crispian Mills (Kula Shaker), from the British upper class and famous for his eccentricities and tastes, is the psychedelic guitar prince of the late 1990s. Mansun's Paul Draper (vo,g), known as a maniac who defies the currents of the times, is also a Prince of Independent Pride. Mansun's second album, SIX, has much in common with Muse's Origin of Symmetry in terms of sound and attitude.

The Libertines' Carl Barât and Pete Doherty, whose anecdotes are stranger than fiction, are a pair of bard-prince sets. Kasabian's Sergio Pizzorno, a bearded prince of Italian heritage, is a dandy who looks great in hats and fur.

This overview of the lineage shows once again that Prince Matthew's charm lies in the coexistence of various elements, such as the darkness and the Latin, the literary and the military, the lone hero and his partner, and the slightly out of character, which makes us want to tinker with him.

Guitar Princes Part 2 Guitar Princes Part 3 Guitar Princes Part 4

Translator's Notes: There are certain music genre terms that are only known in the Japanese music scene. Visual Kei is something I'm long familiar with, but terms like Neo-acoustic and Funka Latina are completely new to me.

[douglas-rain]

Top Five Douglas Rain Recommendations From Yours Truly

You want to see more of Douglas Rain, but you're not sure where to start? Well, do I have the thing for you! As the internet's most preeminent Douglas Rain expert (except for Gerry Flahive I guess, but he's kind of slow at answering emails and more focused on other stuff these days. If he wants to reclaim the title, he can meet me in the parking lot <3), I've made you a handy little list of some of my personal favourite performances by DR that I think you should see and/or hear!

And by 'little' I mean 'I got way too into this, so it's pretty long now'. I put it under a cut; you're welcome.

In the interest of fairness, I've chosen one performance from each of his fields of work (namely: ON STAGE, RADIO WORK, DOCUMENTARY NARRATION, TELEVISION and FILM). Please know, however, that I can give reviews of basically everything in the masterpost, so if you're interested in hearing about any of them, feel free to shoot me an ask!

Without further ado, let's get into it...

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ON STAGE: Henry V (1966)

Okay, this one's teeeechnically a TV movie, but it's adapted from Stratford's staged production, so I'm counting it. It's also a rare treat in that we get to see DR in colour! (Everybody say THANK YOU to David Rain, his son, for bullying the Festival into restoring this production and adding it to their online catalogue. I owe him my life.)

This is one of Shakespeare's histories, part of the Henriad (aka the collection of plays about the accomplishments of various English kings). Henry V, the main guy in this one, is actually the crowned version of Prince Hal from both parts of Henry IV, a role that DR had played previously at Stratford, so this is a fun bit of character continuity for him! The play centres around the king's invasion of France, with a lot of ruminating on hope and despair and duty and bravery. Harry - as he is affectionately referred to on occasion - is really going through it, and DR portrays him with such emotional intensity. He's proud, he's fierce, he's clever, he's a BITCH and I like him SO MUCH.

The book has been edited down slightly to fit into a two hour runtime for television, but beyond a few... very funny jumpcuts, it's not really noticeable at all. And while the sets are kept mostly simple, the costumes are gorgeous. I went in not expecting much (a mistake I keep making when approaching Shakespeare plays, for some reason lol), and was thoroughly entertained the whole way through!

It also contains the transcendentally funny line, "Tennis balls, my liege!" because Shakespeare was the most hysterical motherfucker on planet Earth. It makes sense in context, I promise.

Can be found on Stratfest@Home, the online streaming service of the Stratford Festival (there's a 7-day free trial period if you sign up). You may also check my masterpost of performances for a possible alternative, but shhh.

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RADIO WORK: Fifth Business (1980)

I love this one; it's literally so fucking funny. This radio play is a dramatisation of the 1970 novel of the same name by Robertson Davies. Fifth Business recounts the life story of Dunstable "Dunstan" Ramsay, from his boyhood in an idyllic (on the surface only) Canadian village to his experiences in the First World War, his career as a teacher and all the loves and complications he runs into, and the formative experiences peppering his life where he's never quite the main character. He is instead 'fifth business' - neither hero nor villain, but still integral to resolving the play's plot. Ramsay is clever, sarcastic and a goddamn weirdo who's obsessed with saints for non-religious reasons. He dodged a snowball as a kid and the consequences of that haunt him throughout the entire book.

The radio drama features a whole cast of actors, including of course DR as the protagonist (who also narrates everything btw), doing an absolutely delightful job. Fellow Stratford actress Martha Henry, who also happened to be his wife at the time, is in it too!

The entire drama is delightful, honestly. I liveblogged my experience listening to it for the first time, and man there is some wild shit happening in this novel. The entire things is about three and a half hours, but it really doesn't feel that long.

Can be found (in eight parts) on YouTube or on Archive.org. (Or in a junkbox on a sidewalk in Toronto. I'm still baffled by that.)

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DOCUMENTARY NARRATION: Universe (1960)

A classic. Documentaries make up a sizeable chunk of the masterpost (thanks to the NFB website and archive channels on YouTube), so there were more options in this category than in any of the others. But I decided to go with this particular gem of a documentary.

It's about - who would have guessed - the universe, featuring the most advanced scientific knowledge of planets and stars at the time. The special effects are also quite impressive - if you move around Space Odyssey circles, you may have heard that the visuals of this documentary were a major inspiration for 2001. Also, DR's narration in Universe is what brought him to Stanley Kubrick's attention. You can probably guess how that ended. (Gerry Flahive has some articles about the whole thing if you don't.)

Anyway, Universe is a beautiful and meditative look at our galaxy and the many things it contains, and DR's narration is absolutely lovely. It clocks in at just under half an hour, so not that big of a time commitment either.

Can be found on YouTube or on the NFB website.

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TELEVISION: William Lyon Mackenzie: A Friend To His Country (1961)

It's so hard to find old Canadian TV shows anywhere online and I'm forever bitter about it. Our options here are incredibly limited as a result, so you're just going to have to accept that I'm recommending you a historical short film from 1961, alright? This is as difficult for me as it is for you.

Unsurprisingly, this movie is about William Lyon Mackenzie, who was... *checks Wikipedia* "a Scottish Canadian-American journalist and politician." Yes, DR is doing a Scottish accent in this role. Yes, I adore it. I know very little about Canadian history, so I can't exactly speak to the film's accuracy, but I found it charming and DR is doing a very good job. Most of the half hour runtime is spent on Mackenzie's various political struggles (some sort of failed revolution, I gather, followed by exile in the United States and some jailtime) and him trying to protect his family. His wife is played by Canadian actress Kate Reid in this movie, which I personally find very funny for... reasons. IYKYK.

Can be found on YouTube or on the NFB website.

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FILM: OEDIPUS REX (1957)

I'm sort of cheating again, but the only other options in this category that I have access to are the two Space Odyssey movies, and they seemed like too basic of a choice. So have some more drama instead! This is also a filmed version of one of Stratford's plays, but released in theatres this time.

Oedipus Rex is a breezy 87 minutes and adapts the English translation by Yeats of the classic Greek tragedy by Sophocles, with a little added prologue to set the scene. It was directed by Tyrone Guthrie, who you might remember as the Big Man from The Stratford Adventure. Or from the fact that he was a pretty famous theatre guy. If you need a refresher on your Greek myths: Oedipus was the guy who was prophesised to kill his father and marry his mother. He got done dirty by Freud somewhere down the line.

DR plays the role of the Messenger, a minor part who recounts some of the most famous plot points of the tragedy of Oedipus, which they couldn't show onscreen/onstage. Granted, he's only in this one for like five minutes, but he really rocks up to crash the party wearing the coolest outfit in the entire show. And yes, everyone in this production is wearing Greek theatre masks, so you can't see his face. You get to hear his voice though - and watch his captivating body language!

Can be found on YouTube. Or you can probably buy it on DVD if you really want to; idk, I'm not the boss of you. (I've also clipped his scene if you really, really don't want to watch the whole play. I get it's a big ask. Really beautiful production though, seriously!)

[jasmancer]

was gonna engage the queer media tourney finale but apparently. it's intentionally ragebaiting. now. which is weird bc I looked back at the polls and other entries and they were all pretty genuine so I'm not sure if that was the og intent or they just pivoted after the hs v dtwof response. but likeeeee we had a bunch of ppl show their asses defending racist webcomic bc the creator (unbeknownst to. most people) came out as trans. and accusing ppl saying fuck hussie and fuck hs of transphobia. and now that it's up against a documentary featuring multiple trans woc suddenly nobody can take a joke and obviously it would be sooo funny for hs to win and jeez guys stop accusing people of bigotry over a silly poll 😋