#like yeah plot is Amazing but. stage show. i like seeing that shit

[owen-not-carvour]

hey y’all i finally got to watch the NPMD proshot!!

It was just as amazing as it was through the digital ticket if not even fuckin better!!!

I was actually pleasantly surprised by the editing, too. When I first saw how close up this one was filmed, I didn’t really know how to feel.. I kinda like the way the DTs are filmed a bit better know.. you can see more of the stage and just more of Everything..

like,, the way black friday was filmed kinda disappointed me back when that first came out. don’t get me wrong, it’s done SO well,, but it didnt give me as much of the stage as I wanted. I couldn’t see everyone so it just didn’t feel as On Stage Musical as i wanted yknow.

However!! somehow npmd didn’t give me that vibe. I thought it was actually filmed like. perfectly for what it is. i LOVE the amount of detail we could see on max and the lords in black (wardrobe went OFFF y’all!!!!) and also. the EXPRESSIONS !!!!! joey and mariah were killing me the entire time :)

idk. maybe it was just the right amount of balance between close up and far back enough that i could still see everything i wanted to. anyway that’s my thoughts,,

That Being Said

[lalalovejay]

|| NDA || ~ Lee Heeseung

♤Pairings: idol!heeseungXfem!fangirl!reader

♤Synopsis: Attending the New York show for Enhypen's first world tour, you find yourself in quite the predicament when a man approaches you and your best friend with a question that leaves you absolutely flabbergasted.

"Would you be willing to sign an NDA?"

♤Warnings: just straight up smut with a little plot, dom!heeseung, sub!reader, protected sex, cunnilingus(f!receiving), p in v, use of pet names (good girl, sir, princess, angel), use of derogatory names (slut, whore), blowjob(m!receiving), fingering(f!receiving), hair pulling, choking, I think that's it

♤Author's Note: This is 1000000% delusional and not based on any true stories. This is my first time writing smut on this platform, so please give me some feedback to help me do better next time! I would really appreciate it:) Also, this has been in my drafts for monthsssss so I finally finished it lol

(MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

"Hey, you ready to go?" Lucy asks you as she pulls on her boots.

"Yeah, one sec." You say before applying lipgloss over your red stained lips.

Grabbing your bag and lightstick, you follow your best friend out of your hotel room. Lucy skips down the hallway as you laugh at her giddiness.

"I can't believe we're actually gonna see them live! I'm so fucking excited!" Lucy squeals as you both reach the elevators.

Pressing on the button, you look over at her with an excited smile on your face.

"I can not wait to see Jake in real life. I'm so down bad for that man." You sigh at just the thought of him.

Lucy giggles and agrees.

"I need Sunghoon to read my sign and send me a kiss. After that, I can die in peace." She jokes along with you.

The elevator doors ding open before you both step in. Pressing the button for the lobby, you both patiently wait for the elevator to reach the ground level before stepping out.

"What if during Polaroid Love they come up to our section?! Please! I need Heeseung to sing to me!" Lucy groans as she imagines the man staring deep into her eyes as he serenades her.

You giggle at your friend who begins to daydream of concert scenarios.

"If they do come up to our section, I hope I can get Jake's attention." You say as you look down at the Jake photocard that hangs on your concert bag.

"I mean, we're hot. We're bound to get someone's attention, right?" Lucy jokingly says as you two exit the hotel doors and walk to the subway station.

After taking the subways to the venue, you both get in line as the time for the show to start inches closer. You both were able to get your hands on some freebies and banners while you waited.

Going through security and finding your seats, you two excitedly take pictures and videos of the venue and other fans in the crowd as you all wait for the show to begin.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! We're actually here!" You squeal at Lucy, who matches your energy as she holds your hand.

"Please! I need one interaction, and I'll be the happiest girl alive!" She says as she stares at the stage a few feet away from where your section was.

You two were able to find fairly good seats with an amazing view of the stage on the right side of the venue. Only a few rows up and at the end of the row in the aisle. Praying that the boys would come up to your section when they performed Polaroid Love.

Soon, the intro music began to play as the lights dimmed. The VCR begins playing as everyone screams. Lightsticks waving in the air as the screen begins moving. The 7 members of Enhypen on stage ready to give a performance of a lifetime for their loving fans.

You and Lucy scream as your biases face pop up on the big screen. Their stares are very intense as they each get into position to perform their opening song.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! JAKE MOTHER FUCKING SIM!" You scream as he pops up on screen once again.

The concert goes on as planned. Each performance leaves everyone in awe. You and Lucy fangirling like no other. On this particular night, the fans had come up with a project for Heeseung as it was his birthday. While the members had their talking moment, the fans began singing Happy Birthday when the screen showed Heeseung. His smile was wide as he listened to the fans and members sing him a happy birthday.

In that moment, something switched in you. You always knew that Heeseung was a very attractive man. He was everything a girl wanted. Tall, handsome, funny, sweet, and good at everything.

"I think he just bias wrecked me with that smile." You tell Lucy as your eyes stayed glued onto Heeseung, who laughs slightly as he says his words.

Lucy laughs as she follows your line of sight to the man. His hair had been styled to show his forehead. He was absolutely glowing on his birthday.

"Don't tell Jake." You jokingly threaten Lucy as she shakes her head with a knowing smile on her face.

"Little Miss, I only want Jake Sim, is finally joining the dark side. Lee Heeseung will eventually have you wrapped around his finger. It's a canon event." Lucy says in a matter of fact tone as she goes back to ogling over Sunghoon, who began speaking.

For the rest of the night, your eyes tried to stay on Jake, but you found yourself searching for Heeseung every now and then. His stage presence was very overwhelming, and had you wishing you could see his beautiful face up close.

When Polaroid Love began playing, you and Lucy sang along, not really getting your hopes up of them coming to your section. The moment they ran off stage and began roaming the crowd, you and Lucy screamed in happiness.

Suddenly, the spotlight was shown in your section. You and Lucy look at each other with wide eyes.

"No.fucking.way." She says as you both look back at the group of boys making their way to your section.

You and Lucy scream, even louder, as they get closer. Jungwon leads the way as Jake, Niki and Heeseung follow behind. You and Lucy both stand next to each other as they walk by, Jungwon giving you both a kind smile and a high five. Jake smirks slightly as he sees the 'Jake' sticker on your lightstick. Lucy records the whole thing. Jake sends you a flying kiss before walking further up. Your eyes were too focused on the man to notice that Heeseung was standing directly in front of you after Niki passes by finishing Lucy's hand heart. Lucy pulls on your shoulder to get your attention, her own mouth agape as Heeseung stands in front of you both.

You swing back around and come face to face with a pair of dark eyes, a glint of playfulness swimming in them. You gasp as Heeseung smirks, bringing the mic to his lips as he begins singing to you. Your eyes widen as his eyes stare deeply into your own.

He sends a wink before following after the other boys who begin making their way back to the stage.

"OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?" Lucy screams as she shakes your shoulders.

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!" You scream back as you both fangirl over your interactions.

"I GOT IT ON CAMERA!" Lucy realizes as she looks down at her phone in her hand.

"Send it to me!" You say as you look back to the stage where they continued performing.

As the night goes on, you could have sworn that Heeseung had been glancing at your section for the rest of the concert. He interacted more with your side, and his eyes found your own a few times throughout the night.

"He wanna fuck." Lucy jokes as she catches Heeseung looking over again.

You chuckle as you enjoy the moment. Trying not to feel super flustered at the whole interaction you had with Heeseung knowing that he was just really good at fan service and you didn't want your delusions to get the best of you.

As the concert comes to an end and you all sadly have to say your goodbyes, the screen closes on the members as the lights turn on once again. You and Lucy stay seated as everyone around you picks up confetti and takes pictures or videos.

"I'm shook. Sunghoon sent me a kiss. I can die happily." Lucy dreamily says as she rewatches her concert videos.

"Let me see the Heeseung interaction again, I need to relive it." You ask Lucy as she scrolls through her camera roll to find the video.

Just as she was about to press play, you felt a tap on your left shoulder. You quickly look up to see who it was that had tapped you. A young Korean man stood before you both. The staff lanyard hanging around his neck.

"Yes?" You ask curiously.

You hoped you hadn't done anything wrong for the staff to come to you personally.

"Hi, I'm part of the staff traveling with the artists. I was asked by their manager to come get you both. He has a few questions and would like to talk." He tells you in a hushed voice so no one else could hear.

Lucy looks at you confused. You look back at her with the same expression.

"Uh, sure?" You say as you get up.

He leads you both towards the exit and into a door that says, 'Employees Only'. Lucy looks over at you nervously as you walk down a narrow hallway bustling with staff cleaning up. The man leads you to a door that says 'Management' and knocks twice.

"Come in!" A voice booms from inside.

He opens the door and steps to the side to allow you both to enter. You look over at Lucy uneasily but step in anyway. There were a lot of people around, so if anything happened, you would be able to scream for help. Lucy follows behind you hesitantly, and the man shuts the door once you both enter.

Two men sit on the couch and chair of the room as you both stand there awkwardly. You notice that the two men were Enhypen managers. Recognizing them instantly because of airport photos.

"Hello! I'm Sejin. Please, sit." The older man introduces himself and gestures to the two chairs across from them.

You look over at Lucy, who just shrugs and takes a seat. You follow her move and sit in the chair beside her.

"Are we in some sort of trouble?" Lucy asks as her eyes glance around the room nervously.

"Not at all! This discussion has to be private in order to protect our artists' image, so we asked to see you in private without the prying eyes and ears. My name is Woobin, by the way." Another manager tells you both.

"So what is this about?" You ask curiously.

Your eyes narrow in on the papers and pen sitting on the table in front of you all. The big letters, 'NDA', are boldly printed at the top. Your eyes widen slightly as you realize what's about to happen. You had only heard stories of this type of thing and never expected it to happen to you.

"Before we discuss any further. Would you be willing to sign an NDA? We can not disclose the topic of this conversation unless we have your full trust that you will not leak, speak, or even hint at having this conversation with us." Sejin asks the two of you.

You look over at Lucy, who looks back at you with wide eyes. Both of you realized exactly what they wanted to talk about.

"Before you make any decisions, may I ask your age and for your ID to confirm?" Woobin asks.

"I'm 21, and she's 20." You say as you and Lucy pull out your own IDs to show them.

Woobin looks it over before handing them to Sejin, who examines them as well. He nods his head before handing them back to you.

"So, will you sign? If you don't feel comfortable with it, it is understandable, and we'll have another staff member walk you two out safely." Sejin reassures you both of your safety.

"I'll sign." Lucy is the first to speak up.

You look at her in bewilderment.

"Lucy." You say her name to gain her attention.

"What? I want to know what they want to talk about. Besides, it's only an NDA. If you read the fine print, you should be fine before signing." Lucy says as she grabs the papers that lay on the table.

You sigh and grab them as well. Reading through the pages, eyes scanning over every printed word down to the page number that is printed on the bottom corner.

"Are you seriously gonna do this?" You ask Lucy.

"When will we ever get the chance to sign an NDA contract with an idol groups manager that we stan? Never. So, yes, I'm doing this." Lucy says as she gives the two men a small smile and picks up the pen to sign her name on the contract line.

You sigh as you contemplate for a little longer. You don't want Lucy to go through this alone. Worried about her safety you stupidly sign your name on the contract as well.

Handing the two contracts back to Woobin, he and Sejin sign their own names and place the contract into a small folder.

"Perfect. Now we can get to talking. The reason for this conversation is that 2 of our artists have asked to meet you both. If you agree, we will have a staff car pick you up from your accommodations and bring you to the artist hotel where you two will meet. Whatever happens between you both must be consensual, or it will be a breach of contract. It must be kept secret and hidden from others, or it will be a breach of contract. Do you both understand?" Sejin begins explaining.

"Yes." You and Lucy say.

"Good. If you would like to meet the 2 artists, you can give us a call at this number, and we will send a car to pick you up. This is all with your own consent, of course. If you decide not to, this conversation will stay between us, or it will be a breach of contract. We will not force you two to do anything you do not consent to. Our top priority is the safety of our artists and of you if you choose to meet with them." Sejin continues and hands you both a small card with only a phone number printed on it.

"Can I ask who the 2 artists are? And which of them asked for who?" Lucy asks them.

"Our artists Sunghoon and Heeseung. Sunghoon has asked for you, Miss Lucy. And Heeseung has asked for you, Miss (Y/N)." Woobin informs you both.

Lucy looks over at you in shock. Her bias had asked to meet with her. While you, on the other hand, had your bias wrecker of the night asking to meet with you.

"Oh 100% I am A okay to meet with Sunghoon." Lucy squeals as the information settles in.

You couldn't believe this was actually happening. Lee Heeseung had asked to meet with you. You. Of all the people he saw in that crowd tonight.

"Well, we have Miss Lucy's consent. How about you, Miss (Y/n)? If you still need time to think about it, we completely understand and will be a phone call away awaiting your answer." Sejin says.

"Okay." You whisper.

"I'm sorry?" Sejin asks, not hearing you properly.

"I said okay. I agree to meet with Heeseung." You tell him a little louder.

Your heartbeat drums in your ears as you continue to let the information sink in. Lucy squeals happily beside you as the two men give you both a reassuring smile.

"Great! You're more than welcome to return to your accommodations. The 2 should be back in their hotel rooms right about now. Since today is Heeseung's birthday, he will be doing a live before meeting with you. Will you both be okay with meeting the two around 12:30 am?" Sejin asks.

Lucy quickly nods her head.

"Yes! We'll be ready by then." She answers for you both.

Sejin smiles.

"Perfect. Just call the number when you're ready. Woobin will escort you ladies out. It was nice meeting you both." Sejin says and reaches his hand out for a handshake.

You take his hand and give it a firm shake in gratitude as Lucy does the same after you. Woobin gestures for you two to follow him out of the room and back into the once bustling hallway. The staff had cleaned up pretty much everything, and the hallway was now empty. He leads you towards the exit and allows security to walk you out the door.

Once you two make it outside, Lucy jumps up in excitement.

"Oh my god....that just happened." You finally realize the situation you were both in.

"I'm gonna get dicked down by my bias. This is fucking wild." Lucy laughs as she wraps an arm around your shoulders.

"I knew Heeseung wanted to fuck when he came up to you with that look in his eyes. He wanted you so bad, I'm telling you." Lucy says as you both walk back to the subway station.

Getting back to your hotel room, Lucy quickly rummages through her luggage for something presentable to wear for Sunghoon.

"Good thing we got waxed for this trip." Lucy jokes as she pulls out an over-sized button-up and a pair of biker shorts.

"I'm gonna rinse off the sweat from the concert. Feel free to look through my clothes if you don't have anything." Lucy winks at you before walking into the bathroom.

It was currently 11:56pm. Your weverse notifies you that a member of Enhypen was now live. Unlocking your phone, you click on the notification that brings you to the app and into the live. On the screen pops up Heeseung with his birthday cake. He's dressed in a black hoodie with the hood up. His dangly earrings sway every time he moves his head.

His bare face takes your breath away as you realize that you will be meeting with this man in less than an hour. You quickly rummage through your luggage for something to wear as the live continues playing in the background. Opting for something casual yet easily accessible, you pull out a pair of spandex and a hoodie. Opting for the only matching set you brought with you, the lacy white set begs for you to wear it and finally get some action. You weren't even sure what possessed you to bring a lingerie set in the first place, but you thanked the gods you did.

Lucy comes out from the bathroom dressed in her button-up and shorts. Her hair had been recurled slightly to give it a little more volume. You could tell she had retouched her makeup as well.

"Heeseung is live right now. I'm gonna rinse off as well and change." You tell Lucy as you walk into the bathroom with your clothes.

Lucy immediately snatches your phone and watches the live. Giggling as she realized the other members had entered and began celebrating with him.

After you get ready and make sure you have all your things, Lucy dials the number on the card. It was currently 12:23 am. The person on the other line asks for the hotel name and says that a car would be ready for them in 10 minutes.

Nerves settle into the pit of your stomach as the time inches closer and closer.

"Am I really about to have a one night stand with Lee Heeseung?" You ask Lucy who only laughs at your question.

"Yes. You're about to get a taste of South Korea." She winks at you before pulling you out the door and towards the elevator.

The entire ride to the hotel had your stomach in twists. Nerves eating at you as you enter the hotel Enhypen and their staff were currently staying in. You play with the hem of your hoodie as you both ride the elevator up to the floor the members are currently staying on.

"Sunghoon is in room 70G, and Heeseung is in 72G." The staff member informs you both as you reach the 7th floor of the hotel.

"Thank you." You say to the staff member as you exit the elevator.

Lucy holds your hand tightly as you walk down the quiet hallway towards the rooms. Your eyes scan the numbers on the doors, searching for the one that currently occupies the idol who had asked to meet you. You both reach 70G first. Meaning Lucy will be leaving you alone for the rest of the night.

"Have fun." Lucy winks at you before knocking on the door.

A moment later, the door is being pulled open by none other than Park Sunghoon himself. His eyes glance over at you for a second before going back to Lucy.

"Hi." He says quietly as he opens the door a little wider for Lucy to enter.

Lucy gives you a thumbs up before stepping in. Sunghoon bows his head slightly to you before shutting the door behind Lucy.

You mentally curse at yourself as you awkwardly walk to the room with 72G plastered on its door. Taking in a deep breath, you bring your hand up to knock on the door. You hear shuffling and the sound of someone walking over before the door is being pulled open. Heeseung stands before you with his hood still on the way you had seen it when you were watching his live earlier.

"Hi." You manage to squeak out as Heeseung's eyes look you up and down.

A different look in them now compared to the sweet eyes you had seen on his live. He smirks slightly.

"Hi." He says back to you before stepping aside and pulling the door open wider to allow you entry.

You nervously step forward and enter the hotel room. Heeseung closes the door behind you both and leads you further into the room. You see the partially eaten cake sitting on the desk and the fallen balloons on the second bed.

"Uh, I just ended the live not too long ago, so don't worry about the camera." Heeseung reassures you as he points at the camera that sits on the tripod in front of the cake.

You already knew that because your phone had been playing his live the entire time you were on the way over. He had ended the live before you reached his door.

"No worries!" You smile up at the man before you.

His height towering over your small frame as you awkwardly shift from leg to leg. Heeseung chuckles before taking your bag from your hand and setting it on the table behind him.

"So, what's your name?" He asks you as he sits down on the rolling chair and gestures for you to take a seat on the edge of the bed.

You follow his lead and sit down before stuffing your hands in your hoodie pockets out of nervousness. Heeseung was wearing a pair of gray sweats along with his black hoodie that looked so good on him. His face looked 10 times better bare. His smile sent arrows into your heart, whereas his smirks sent a chill down your spine.

"My name is (Y/n)." You tell him as your eyes dart around the room.

Heeseung finds you cute as you try not to make eye contact with him.

He chuckles before getting up from the chair and standing in front of you. Your eyes widen as you look up at him from your seated position. The tension filling the air quickly. His eyes hooded as he looked down at you with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

"You're very pretty." Heeseung compliments you.

He brings a hand up to cup the side of your face. Thumb pressed gently on your bottom lip.

"Is this okay?" He asks you.

You can't speak. Only nodding your head slightly.

"I need words, princess. Can I touch you?" He asks.

His voice two tones deeper than usual. The arousal clear in his eyes. You feel the butterflies swarming your stomach at the pet name.

"Yes." You say as you continue looking up at him with slightly wide eyes.

Heeseung smirks.

"Good girl." He says before pressing his thumb past your lips and onto your tongue.

You raise a hand up to wrap around his wrist gently. Closing your lips around his thumb, you suck on his finger. Heeseung chuckles at the sight of you.

"Are you gonna let me ruin you tonight, angel?" Heeseung pulls his thumb from your mouth to allow you to answer him.

"Yes, sir." You find yourself falling into submission for him rather quickly.

Heeseung's eyes darken at the name given to him.

"How do you like it, baby? I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable." Heeseung asks.

Reassuring you that he won't take advantage of you and will abide by your consent.

"I like it rough, sir. Wanna cry for you. Wanna make you feel good, sir." The confidence rising in you as Heeseung's eyes eat you up.

"Fuck." He groans before leaning down to crash his lips against your own.

Your hands find their way into his hair, gripping at the roots as one of his hands wraps around your throat gently, and the other slides up your hoodie to grip your waist. Pushing you down on the soft bed, lips smacking, teeth clashing, tongues colliding. The kiss is heated and messy as you both move further up along the bed to get into a more comfortable position.

Heeseung has his knees on either side of your hips, trapping you beneath him. His hand that grips your waist moves up slightly to touch the underside of your right boob. You sigh at the feeling of his some what rough hands on your skin.

"Take it off." Heeseung commands, gesturing to your hoodie.

You waste no time sitting up slightly to pull off your hoodie and toss it to the side. Your white lace bra cupping your tits perfectly on display for Heeseung to see. He moans slightly at the sight, his hands coming down to grope them.

"You look so pretty in white, angel. Is this all for me?" Heeseung asks.

You moan at his touch. Heeseung places kisses from your jaw down to your neck. Sucking harshly and leaving marks down your clavicle to your chest. One of his hands pulls down the lacy cup of the bra and frees your left breast. Nipples hard as your arousal kicks in. Your hands grip the sheets beneath you.

"Yes, sir. All for you." You moan out when he begins teasing your nipple.

Heeseung wraps his lips around the free breast, sucking and biting on your nipple while his other hand continues groping your other one. Giving both of your boobs plenty of attention. You feel the wetness pooling in your panties at the stimulation.

"So good, sir." You moan.

Praising Heeseung for the pleasure he's giving you.

Heeseung pulls away to slip off his own hoodie. Staring down at you with lust filled eyes. You admire his body. Lean and fit. His abs faintly showing and his v-line directing your eyes to his achingly hard cock straining against his sweatpants. Just the outline alone had you drooling. He was big. Long and thick.

Heeseung smirks down at you as he catches you shamelessly gawking over his naked torso.

You gulp slightly as you meet his dark eyes once again.

"You can touch me, angel." He chuckles.

Your hands move on their own accord as they roam down his chest. Feeling his hot skin beneath your palms. Every dip of his muscles. You were in absolute shock that you were touching one of your idols in this way.

Heeseung places a hand on your own, guiding you further down to where he wanted to feel you the most. Palming his hard on with your own soft hands, he groans at the contact.

"Was thinking about this the entire time I was performing. Saw you screaming so prettily for us. Wanted to hear you scream my name only." Heeseung tells you.

You gasp as he wraps your fingers around his clothed cock. Your thighs squeezing together underneath him.

"Wanna see you, sir. Wanna have my mouth full of you, please." You whine.

He smirks at your words.

"Anything you want, princess." Heeseung says before sliding off the bed to help you down on your knees.

You stare up at him through your lashes as you slide his sweatpants further down his hips and past his mid thigh. Dragging his briefs down with it. His aching cock springing up to gently slap at his lower stomach. The tip red and leaking with precum. His dick print did nothing in preparing you for his actual bare cock. It was a pretty pink with a few prominent veins from the base to the tip. He was long and fairly thick.

You lick your lips as you look up at Heeseung for permission to continue. He chuckles before pulling on your hair and holding it back for you.

"Go on, angel." Heeseung gives you the go.

You wrap a hand around his base, squeezing slightly to get a good feel of his weight. He hisses through his teeth when he finally feels your soft hands wrapped around him. His dark eyes never once leaving your dirty ministrations below him. You collect some saliva into your mouth before spitting on his cock. Using it as a lubricant to move your hand quicker up and down his dick. He groans as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock. Sucking lightly and licking his slit. Your other hand comes up to grope his balls. Toying with them as your lips move further down his hard length. The feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around him has Heeseung in a daze.

"Fuck. You're not an angel at all. You're just a filthy cock whore aren't you? Letting someone you don't even know fuck your mouth like this. I'm gonna fuck you so hard and ruin you for anyone else. Not even Jake would be able to please you like I will." Heeseung harshly says as he takes over and thrusts his cock down your throat.

You gag slightly at his sudden move. Not prepared yet to take him so far. Your eyes water as he pulls out of your mouth with his tip resting on your bottom lip. Heeseung smirks before slipping his cock back in your mouth, fucking your face for his own pleasure. You said you liked it rough so Heeseung was gonna give you just that.

You obediently sit on your knees and let him fuck your throat. Trying to relax your muscles as much as you could with him slipping further and further down. Your hands grip onto his flexed thighs, nails leaving an imprint on his fair skin as you try and breathe. The sounds of you gagging and Heeseung's groans fill the room entirely. You stare up at the man before you, looking god sent as he basks in the feeling of your mouth.

"Fuck me." He curses as he feels his orgasm approaching.

He looks down at your teary eyes, cheeks red and lips puffy. God, you looked so beautiful.

"Gonna cum for my cock whore. Are you gonna take it all, baby? Be my good girl?" Heeseung asks as his thrusts slow down slightly to grant you some mercy.

You nod your head, greedily sucking in as much air as you could before Heeseung decides to slip down your throat for much longer this time. Tears fall from your eyes at the sudden move. You couldn't breathe but you tried your best to get Heeseung to cum quickly.

He groans as he feels his orgasm washing over him. Releasing his cum down your throat.

"Fuck!" He moans out, throwing his head back at the feeling of his high.

He pulls out of your mouth, his cock still semi-hard as he watches you swallow his cum. A few drops dripping down your chin. Heeseung swipes his finger across your chin to pick up the rest of his cum that dripped past your lips. He slips his cum coated finger into your sore mouth, letting you suck the rest of it off. Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out to show him that you had swallowed it all like a good girl.

"What a dirty whore." Heeseung smirks before pulling you onto your feet and crashing his lips against your own.

You whimper against his tongue that intrudes your mouth. Tasting you and his own cum on your tongue. His hands snake around your body and greedily unclasps your bra. You gasp against his lips at the feeling of your bare chest meeting the cool air of the room.

"The most perfect pair of tits I've ever seen." Heeseung compliments.

Pushing your body gently onto the bed, your back against the soft sheets. Heeseung pulls your shorts down, leaving you in nothing but your lace panties.

"I wanna taste you, baby. Will you let me have a taste?" He asks you as he lays in between your open legs.

Kissing up your soft thighs closer and closer to your needy core. You moan at the feeling of his soft lips against your warm skin.

"Yes, sir. Want you so bad. Please. Please. Please." You give him consent to eat you out.

Heeseung wastes no time in diving in. The sweet smell of you intoxicating his senses. He kisses your wet slit through your lace panties. The embarrassingly wet patch soaking through the thin fabric. Bringing his fingers up to your clothed pussy, he slips the thin material to the side allowing him to see your pretty pussy up close. Blowing slightly on your sensitive core, teasing you to wrap your thighs around his shoulders.

"Don't tease, sir. Please. Been so good for you." You beg him.

"Wanna take my time with you, angel. I don't know if I'll ever be able to have this pussy ever again." Heeseung says before licking a stripe up your folds to your clit.

Sucking on the sensitive bud, you moan out loud at the pleasure that travels up your spine. Your needy pussy finally getting the attention it wanted. Your right hand finds solace in Heeseung's hair, gripping harshly making Heeseung moan against your cunt. Your left hand grips onto the pillow you're currently laying on. The sweet pleasure sending you into a state of euphoria. You've never been the biggest fan of someone eating your cunt but the way Heeseung absolutely makes out with your pussy like it's the only thing he lives for has you on cloud nine.

"FUCK!" You scream out when you feel Heeseung's two fingers enter your tight hole.

His fingers curling just right against your warm walls. Lips sucking and tongue licking your pussy like a man starved. Heeseung watches your every expression. The way your eyes roll back and clench shut every time he sucks on your clit. How your head is thrown back when his fingers reach deeper inside of you. He probably enjoyed this more than you were. His cock already achingly hard once again at just your noises alone. The way you moan out curse words and his name.

He wasn't sure how he was supposed to let you go after this. He was drunk on you and your body. The way it reacted to him had him praying he'd see you again after this.

You feel the knot in your stomach tighten as Heeseung sucks harshly on your clit.

"DON'T STOP! OH GOD I'M GONNA CUM!" You tell Heeseung.

His fingers pump in slightly quicker to get you to reach your high. Heeseung is messy as he laps at your cunt. It only takes him one last pump of his fingers to have you tipping over the edge.

"FUCK ME!" You moan out as your legs shake around his shoulders.

Locking him in as he licks you through your orgasm. Your cum dripping out and around his fingers, staining his chin and the sheets below you both.

You whimper as the overstimulation settles in. Unlocking your weak legs from around his shoulders and pushing his head away from your sensitive pussy.

"Too much, sir." You weakly tell him.

The aftershocks of your mind blowing orgasm leaving you hazy.

"Tastes so fucking sweet, baby girl. Could eat you for the rest of my life." Heeseung says, sucking on his cum soaked fingers.

You bite your lip at the sight of him. His eyes are hooded and dark, his face filled with pure pleasure.

"Fuck me please, sir. Wanna feel your big cock stretching my pussy. It's all yours, sir. All for you, Heeseung." You whine.

Sitting up from your position, lips attaching to his once again to taste yourself on his tongue. Heeseung slips out of his sweats and briefs. Pumping his hard cock and pushing you back down on the bed. His lips never leaving your own as he pushes your knees up to your chest.

"Gonna fuck this pretty pussy until you're cumming around my cock, princess. Wanna see you cry for me like you promised. Make me the happiest birthday boy, yeah?" Heeseung teases you.

"Yes, please. Wanna give you the best birthday gift, sir." You tell him.

Heeseung pulls out a condom from the nightstand beside the bed. Ripping the wrapper with his teeth, he rolls the condom onto his hard cock and aligns himself with your tight hole. You both gasp as the tip of his cock slips into your wet pussy. Not wanting to waste any more time teasing. Heeseung stares deeply into your eyes. Pushing your knees further down against your chest, he slips into you deeper. Moaning at the feeling of your tight and warm pussy wrapping around him, Heeseung slips a hand around your neck and lightly squeezes.

He bottoms out in your pussy, pushing all the way in in one swift movement. You whimper when you feel the tip of his cock push past your walls and kiss your cervix. He was definitely the biggest and thickest cock you've ever had. The slight pain quickly turning into pleasure.

"Please fuck me, sir. Want it rough. Wanna cum on your cock so bad." You say breathlessly as you stare into Heeseung's eyes.

"Fuck." Was all Heeseung could say before pulling out of your pussy and slamming back in to you roughly.

His hips move mercilessly as he thrusts into your soaking cunt at a pace that has you seeing stars. You weren't even sure where all this strength came from. He had just finished an almost 3 hour concert yet he was fucking into you like he had all the stamina in the world.

Heeseung's hand squeezes your neck tighter. His cock brushing against your womb with every thrust.

"So. Fucking. Tight." He groans out the words between each quick move of his hips.

The sound of skin on skin and your moans fill the hotel room. You completely forget that your best friend was also in the room next door probably also getting her back blown out by Sunghoon.

"Oh shit. Oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes!" You can't get a proper sentence out.

Heeseung was fucking you too good. It had been a while since you last got laid, but none of your past sexual partners could ever compare to Heeseung.

He truly was ruining you for anyone else.

"My dirty slut. Pussy so wet and welcoming for me. It's all mine. Say it. Say this pussy belongs to me." Heeseung let's his possessiveness run wild.

He knew you weren't his, but hearing you say it would push him closer to the edge. He needed to hear you say you were his.

"Fuck! It's all yours. This pussy is only yours." Your mind is hazy as the words spill out.

The tightening knot in your stomach about to break away. Tears fall from your glossy eyes as Heeseung tightens his hold around your throat.

"I can feel you clenching around me so tightly, princess. Are you gonna cum? Go ahead and cum all over me, baby. Wanna feel you cream my cock." Heeeseung says as he rests on his knees and pulls your hips higher to fuck into you at a different angle.

The change in position has the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot head-on. A loud moan rips from your throat at the new feeling.

"FUCK! I'm cumming." You let him know before you completely let go of the tight knot.

Your second orgasm washing over your body in waves. Thighs trembling by Heeseung's sides as both his hands move down to grip your waist tightly. He wasn't far behind you as he fucks you through your high and into overstimulation.

"Cum for me, sir. Please." Your eyes glossy, lips parted, and hair a beautiful mess against the white sheets.

Heeseung wishes he could take a picture of just how good you looked at this moment all fucked out on his cock.

"Shit." He moans out as he finally tips over the edge and cums into the condom.

His thighs clench tightly as he shoots his cum into the rubber. It flows out around the base of his cock and slides down the back of your thighs and to your ass. He couldn't believe he came so much that it leaked out from the condom. It's never happened with anyone else he's been with.

Letting your waist go, he leans down to connect your lips once again. This time, it was a little slower and more sensual. Not hungry or needy.

"Thank you." Heeseung says as he pulls away from you to stare at you.

You finally feel the shyness creeping back up on your face as you come out of your sex haze.

"For what?" You ask him after a few seconds of silence.

He smiles his dazzling smile down at you and pecks your lips.

"For giving me the best gift this year." He tells you.

You cover your face with your hands as the heat creeps onto your cheeks. Heeseung chuckles at your embarrassment and presses soft kisses to the backs of your hands and wrist. Gently prying your hands away so he could see you again.

He was still soft inside you, and you felt very sticky between your thighs, but you didn't mind because having Heeseung close to you like this was something you could only ever dream of.

"Let's get washed up, yeah? Then we'll figure out what to do next." He suggests.

You look up at him in slight shock. You expected him to just ask you to leave quietly after this, but his words insinuated he wanted to spend more time with you.

You agree to the washing up part, so Heeseung slips out of you and throws the used condom away. Heeseung asks you to join him in the shower, and so you do. He gently washes you and pampers you with soft kisses against your shoulders and neck. Making you cum for the third time that night on his fingers. Heeseung really couldn't get enough of you.

When you both finished and you were dressed in nothing but one of his large clean shirts, you two lay on the other bed in the room and get to know one another better.

You tell Heeseung about your job back at home, your family, your best friend that was currently still next door, and how you got into Enhypen.

Heeseung tells you stories of his life when he was a trainee, his time on I-Land, the other members, and even about his family.

You two were really getting close, and you hadn't even realized it was nearing 3 in the morning. Talking to Heeseung came easily. He wasn't judgemental and had a comforting aura that just made you feel welcome. You didn't feel like a fan and their idol.

Just you and Heeseung.

Two regular people.

"I don't think I can let you go after this." Heeseung tells you honestly as he looks over at you.

He had been playing with your fingers while you told him about a childhood story.

You feel your heart stop at that moment. Your eyes finding his own to see if he was just saying it to fuck with you or not. A nervous smile plays on his lips as he adverts his gaze to the ceiling. Butterflies swarm in your stomach as you fully observe the actual beauty that makes up Lee Heeseung.

"I think we'll get in trouble if we keep in touch." You tell him.

He sighs and nods his head.

"I know. But.....you can keep a secret, right?" A mischievous look dances in his eyes as he finally looks over at you.

You smirk up at him.

"I didn't sign an NDA for no reason." You joke.

[a-strange-inkling]

Day 23: Surprises

(Part Two to Day 1: Candy Cane)

New York, New York 1994

“Where’s Livvy?” Maggie whispers loudly for the fourth time since the curtain opened, on her knees in the plushy red theater seat so she can see better.

“She’s not on yet, sweetheart.” Chrissy ducks down to tell her. “Shh, remember we have to be quiet or we’ll distract the dancers.”

“Livvy is the best dancer.”

“She is.”

“She should be up there the whole time!” she exclaims passionately, a dramatic fist raised in the air.

Eddie wordlessly produces a round peppermint candy from his coat pocket and holds it in front of her, gaze never leaving the stage.

Maggie’s eyes widen. “Oh, thanks, Daddy.” She takes it and quietly sits back down, unwrapping it and popping it in her mouth happily.

Eddie ruffles her curly mop, exchanging a look with Chrissy over her head, playfully quirking a brow. That will buy them about five minutes of stillness and silence.

They’re still in the first act, and if Eddie remembers anything from last year, there’s really no plot after this. Just different candies dancing around.

A bunch of little mice take to the stage, some even scampering amongst the audience. Maggie gasps, jumping over up on his lap when the Mouse King appears.

“Scared?” Eddie smiles down at her, wrapping his arms around her. She’s not easily intimidated.

“No, no, I’m not scared, just loving you,” she tells him, leaning her head against his chest, clinging to his lapels, eyes fixed on the fiendish, dancing mouse warily. “I’m not scared, Dad.” she tells him pointedly.

“Okay!” he chuckles under his breath. “Just checking.”

Luckily, the villain is thwarted (by a shoe, what a weak ass) and they finally get to intermission.

“Have you ever noticed that this whole story is just Clara having one massive weird trip.” he mutters to Chrissy as they stretch their legs. Maggie sits on a corner pew, coloring the illustrations of the program with the crayons he carries around in his pocket for her. “Her creepy uncle totally drugged the punch at the party.”

“If you think about it, it’s just the Christmas version of Alice in Wonderland.” she replies.

“…Holy shit.” he mouths silently in realization. “Wait, how high did you climb the ranks in your Nutcracker days? Were you ever the fairy queen part?”

“Sugar Plum?” she asks. “No, I did get to be Clara one year, and for my last show I was the Dew Drop Fairy.”

“Oh, well the Dew Drop Fairy is so much sexier than the Sugar Plum one, everyone knows that.”

She snorts loudly, shaking her head.

They return to their seats before the lights dim for Act Two.

“Where’s Livvy?” Maggie asks again, tugging at Chrissy’s coat. “Where is she?”

“One more dance, Maggie.”

“Ugh!”

“How stressed out do you think she is right now?” Eddie asks Chrissy quietly.

“Oh God, nothing is worse than waiting behind the curtain,” Chrissy replies. “I think she’ll be okay once she’s out dancing.”

After the Spanish Chocolates wrap it up, seven Russian Candy Canes all bound out with red and white hula hoops to dance for Clara and the Nutcracker (who frankly do a lot of sitting). Since Livvy is the littlest one, she’s right in the middle.

“There she is! There she is!” Maggie jumps up and down, shaking Eddie’s shoulder. “It’s Livvy!”

“I see her, I see her.” he whispers loudly with a huge smile. “Shhhhh!”

There is a split second that Olivia looks like she’s about to throw up, but once the lively and iconic tune starts to play, she springs to life, jumping and leaping with the other girls, spinning her hoop, remembering her steps, keeping in sync like she’s practiced for months on end.

“She’s amazing!” Maggie gasps, making Eddie and Chrissy exchange a smile.

…

After the show, they wait for her at the side entrance.

Eddie looks down at Maggie, squeezing her hand. “Hey, you remember the surprise, right?”

“Hm?” she looks up at him way too casually making him panic.

“The surprise Maggie!”

“Oooohhhh…” she replies slowly. “Yeah, Daddy I remember.”

“Listen, you can’t say anything.”

She gives him a ‘who you think you’re talking to’ look, making Chrissy giggle. Eddie chuckles, turning to her. “You’re the one I have to worry about.”

Chrissy’s cheeks turn pink at that. “I won’t say a word!” she swears.

“Yeah it’s your face I’m worried about.” he replies, stroking the hollow of her cheeks with his knuckles.

“There she is!” Maggie jumps up and down, waving. “Livvy!”

Olivia runs down the hall in her white leotard and matching leggings, meeting her little sister halfway in a hug. “Hi!”

“Hi! You danced the best!” Maggie tells her, squeezing her tight. “You looked so pretty!”

“Thanks, Maggie!”

“Hey, bug!” Eddie kneels down to pick her up. “You were incredible up there! Prima Ballerina!”

“Thank you!” she cries, running into his arms, squeezing him tight, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Did you have fun?” he asks, tugging on one of her loose curls.

“Yeah.” She smiles brightly. “I was really nervous, but it was fun when I started dancing.”

“Good.” he smiles.

And yep, she’s looking around as she leans into Chrissy’s side. Eying the other parents giving their kids bundles of flowers. Of course, she doesn’t say anything.

“What’s wrong, bug?” he asks.

“Oh, nothing.” she beams up at him, hiding her small disappointment.

They all pile into a cab and head home. Maggie asks her sister if she saw the mouse behind the curtain as they walk up to their floor.

“Don’t worry, he looks scary, but he’s really just a man in a giant mouse hat.” she explains to her as Eddie unlocks the door. “It smells really nice in here…” she says, only to gasp when the light turns on. The apartment is filled up with a dozen vases of mixed red and white roses for her Candy Cane debut.

“Surprise, Livvy!” Maggie squeals excitedly.

[transboysokka]

Glad That’s Over

(Chris Suffers Through Twilight Breaking Dawn Part 2 for the First and Last Time)

ok last one thank god lol

this budget looks BIG

UH OH the credits say the Vampiric Council is back yikessss

Lee Pace??? Rami Malek??? DAYUM

I actually know like zero plot points we’re gonna see in here so my mind is wide open

Wtf I didn’t know Forks had Yosemite….

she just TACKLED a MOUNTAIN LION JESUS

oh okay wow so she’s just automatically good at everything I see

Okay yes I’m DEF gonna bd having problems w this baby, like the massive budget of this film and they can’t even cgi a normal looking kid or get a real baby for this stage

Jacob is such a mom

YEAH BELLA GET MAD THIS IS CREEPY

Lmao Edward w heart eyes like “she’s amazing right look at my wife”

YOU NAMED MY DAUGHTER AFTER THE LOCH NESS MONSTER???? HOLY SHIT LINE OF ALL TIME

Why is Rosalie so obsessed w this baby though

She oughta check in with her parents soon eh

So interested in what their vampire sex is like but also I feel like that’s not my business at all and have no desire to see it

Oh damn lol the fangirlies def went feral over this one in theatres

Lmfao Jacob just stripping in front of Charlie like same tbh but this is hilarious

I do appreciate Jacob letting the cat out of the bag though

This was a dumb conversation just tell him

Bella he’s gonna wonder in a few years why you haven’t aged at all

This goddamn baby he’s obviously gonna figure out where SHE came from

Or maybe not lol

Yeah if I was Charlie I’d be pissed after all that

What did they do wrong why are they in trouble

Immortal Child omg what is that ohhhhhh

Lol Jacob speaking logic like “just tell the volturi they got the wrong idea” and everyone’s like “nah anyway how are we gonna fight”

Alice and jasper peacing out okay???

ohhhh convenient the kid can show people her memories eh

Ok so we got rami here as a waterbender

Oh shit he’s the AVATAR

So yeah I don’t actually know what’s happening

Okay Lee pace. Still confused.

I’m just so bored by all of this the whole series should have ended after the first cutesie half hour of this movie

Anyway all this attempt at like woke international vampires is like near-Harry potter levels of lazy racism…

Alice only told Bella her message bc they love each other actually,

so WHY are they abandoning their daughter??

Are we… gonna get an explanation of how renesmee even exists?

Anyway so if Bella’s a shield that STILL doesn’t explain how she was one before she was a vampire??

Now Alice is back bc sure I guess

Like this ENTIRE last hour of the movie is just unnecessary

Oh fuck and now Carlisle’s dead like come the fuck on

Another one bites the dust

Why are they even fighting? I fucking forgot bc the stakes are really SO low

Idk who any of the dying wolves are sorry am I supposed to be able to tell them apart??

I am not emotionally invested in the outcome of this fight At All

Just fighting to break each others necks k

WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS ALL NOT EVEN REAL. BIGGEST WASTE OF MY TIME EVER

oh jeez are they sending renesmee to live in the Amazon or

Oh slay

This weird little walk down memory lane amv? Also unnecessary but I mean yeah I guess the fans would be into it

Cool that she can like…. Unshield?? Obvs we won’t get a real explanation for that either lol

Amazing that I’ve seen this couple for 5 whole movies and still don’t care about their relationship at all

A thousand years IS an appropriate song to end on though I’ll give it that

Okay yeah I mean I’m glad to know what happens but this whole movie kind of sucked it didn’t need to exist tbh

Glad it’s over

Overall? Interesting franchise. It was whatever but it did kind of hold my interest enough. Will I ever understand why it was such a huge fandom phenomenon? No lol let’s get teen girls crazy about HEALTHY relationship dynamics next time

[pansy-picnics]

HE'S BEEN GASLIGHTED, HE LOVES LANCE NOW. I WOULD NEVER FAIL HIM

LANCE IS A COMPLICATED CHARACTER JUST LIKE EUGENE AND I NEED PEOPLE TO TALK ABOUT HIS DYNAMICS WITH OTHER CHARACTERS LIKE ANGRY AND CATALINA BECAUSE OMG I CANNOT THINK OF A CARTOON THAT WROTE ABOUT A PROBABLY QUEER BLACK MAN ADOPTING AN ASIAN DAUGHTER AND A DAUGHTER THAT'S. WHATEVER TEH FUCK CATALINA HAS GOING ON. BUT HE'S SO SPECIAL??? HE'S AMAZING??? ALSO THE FACT THAT TEENAGERS ARE VERY RARELY ADOPTED AND HE SAID FUCK THIS AND TOOK THEM IN ANYWAYS BECAUSE HE REMEMBERS BEING A TEENAGER ON HIS OWN TOO

LITERALLYYLYKYLYKY OH MY GOD???? NO BECAUSE. no bc kiera and catalina parallel lance and eugene as kids almost EXACTLY imo and its SO important in a sense that like. ok i don’t think the rise of flynnigan rider is canon necessarily bc that book was a mess but lance and eugene’s interactions in it are so GOOD it drives me crazy.

basically lance at that age (like 11-12) is portrayed as a kinda shy and anxious kid who tends to keep to himself but is really nerdy and smart and well aware of his surroundings. he’s still a kid and he can be dumb and impulsive but he’s emotional and clings to people who show him affection. eugene’s the opposite, he’s super charismatic and talks his way out of things easily but he never really thinks before he acts and it gets him into trouble really easily. but together they balance each other out, and eugene is super protective of lance bc he knows he’s the more shy and cautious one.

they’re such a good team bc they balance out each others strengths and weaknesses perfectly. but lance actually has a point where he felt betrayed by eugene and it hit so hard despite the plot being so messy. LIKE HE GENUINELY TOLD HIM OFF AND STOOD UP FOR HIMSELF AND IT WAS SO GOOD?? and then theres the whole alleged scrapped lance and eugene backstory episode which might not even be real but its CANON TO ME EVEN IF ITS NOT BC THATS HOW GOOD IT IS. yk the one where eugene almost got adopted and lance was afraid of being left behind so he broke a window and blamed it on eugene so the couple wouldn’t want him anymore? Yeah. Yeah i think about that a normal amount actually!

AND ITS BC. ITS THE SAME DYNAMIC KIERA AND CATALINA HAVE. WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO IT. AND I THINK ITS CLEAR THAT THE REASON LANCE CHANGED SO MUCH FROM THAT POINT TO WHEN WE SEE HIM IN THE SERIES IS BECAUSE…. EUGENE WASN’T THERE ANYMORE. THINK ABT IT. THEY BOTH BALANCED OUT EACH OTHERS FLAWS. LANCE WAS SHY AND CAUTIOUS BUT EUGENE WAS RECKLESS AND CHARISMATIC. WHEN THEY GOT SEPARATED LANCE HAD TO TAKE ON A SIMILAR PERSONA BECAUSE THE SHY KID HE USED TO BE WOULD BE KILLED IF HE GOT LEFT ON HIS OWN!!!

LANCE SAW HIM AND EUGENE IN KIERA AND CATALINA. THE QUIET AND CAUTIOUS BUT CALCULATED ONE WHO’S ALSO A LITTLE SHIT AND THE RECKLESS AND CHARISMATIC PROTECTIVE ONE. HE SAW THEM TOGETHER AND HE REMEMBERED WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM AND EUGENE. HOW THEY GOT TORN APART. AND HOW HE HAD TO CHANGE HIMSELF TO SURVIVE. HE TOOK THEM IN BECAUSE HE KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN TO THEM TOO.

Godddd I’M SO. there are so many traits and little details abt him that just got passed off as jokes or one liners in the series but they SHOULDN’T BE. GODDD HES A CHEF. HE LOVES FOOD AND COOKING HES A THEATER KID!! HE LOVES LITERATURE AND HE LOVES MUSIC!!! I THINK HE LOVES THEATER AND DOESN’T FEEL AS AFRAID IN THAT SENSE BECAUSE HE TRULY FEELS LIKE A DIFFERENT PERSON ON STAGE. ITS WHY HE DOESN’T LIKE SINGING AS HIMSELF BUT HE’D ABSOLUTELY KILL IT IN A PLAY.

and god it annoys me so much bc whenever anyone DOES talk about how lance got done dirty in the series nobody actually brings up WHY….. i love this series too but we cant just sweep the issue under the rug. theres a reason they only played him for comedic relief and made him look childish and stupid IT’S RIGHT THERE ITS BECAUSE HES BLACK. AND YES WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT. I LOVE THAT THEY HAD HIM ADOPT THE GIRLS IN THE END AND IT WAS SO SWEET BUT HE WAS STILL THE BLACK BEST FRIEND TROPE AND HE DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER!!!

HE LITERALLY JUST HAS ADHD AND NOT TO MENTION THE FANDOM ALWAYS ACTS LIKE EUGENE IS THE STRAIGHT MAN OF THE DUO WHEN THEY’RE BOTH EQUALLY DUMB AND SILLY??? AND THEY BOTH SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO BE SILLY. people always talk about lance getting into varian’s stuff even though EUGENE DOES THE SAME THING AND HE’S JUST AS BAD. AND YALL AREN’T CALLING HIM IMMATURE. ITS RACIALLY MOTIVATED!!! AND IT MAKES ME SO MAD!!!!

he’s not stupid in fact i genuinely think he’s the most emotionally mature out of the entire cast. i think he came to the orphanage as a young child rather than from birth and he had a mom who he loved very much and who taught him to manage his emotions well and bc of it he’s very in tune with himself!! and he’s very much the dad friend!!! he’s just a silly guy and he wants to make his friends laugh but sometimes he ends up sacrificing himself for others too much!!! and he needs to care about himself too!!!

God i just. I GET SO INSANE ABOUT HIM HE DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER. GTRRRRAAASGHHGHHHHH.

[ragdollrain]

On Saturday, I had the fortune of seeing Beetlejuice the Musical live at the Marquis theater running on nothing but a few hours of sleep, black tea, borrowed french fries and a vegan brownie. All of the main cast was the same except for Adam, who was played by the very talented Graham Stevens. A few things stuck out to me in this performance, so here they are!

I’ll start by saying the audience had a great time and the cast absolutely killed it (as usual). People seemed to go especially wild for “No Reason” -- almost every one of Delia’s lines throughout the show got a laugh from the audience. There was a standing ovation at the curtain call, it was amazing. 

- Alex flipped the bird at the audience at least 3 times throughout the show. It was hilarious and very quick and subtle each time.

- Sad puppet show: “Noooooo! I’m only 11 years old! There’s so much I wanted to do!”

- During Fright of Their Lives, he jumped at Barbara’s first “primal scream” before settling down and looking disappointed. 

- “Or dress like a baby!” “What the shit, Adam?”

- The line “nobody’s like me,” after Fright of Their Lives was delivered in the saddest way possible. The man sounded like he was crying -- he stepped away and said “sorry” in the smallest voice. The audience literally “awwed” at him, it was such an experience. The “fuck you guys” after that was also delivered quietly through tears. This made his invisible reprise on the roof so much more depressing, you could almost feel it in the room. 

- I can’t remember exactly which other lines were delivered this way, but there were a few moments before Fright of Their Lives that matched up. Overall he really played up that aspect of Beetlejuice.

- After That Beautiful Sound, two of the clones ran off the stage through the staircase on the aisle (I was right at the edge), and one of them was SCREAMING laughing and it was the funniest fucking thing.

- When Beetlejuice announced he was going to marry Lydia, before saying it was a green card thing, the skeletons and the clones made the confused Scooby Doo sound. “Ruuh?” I have no idea if this is the norm but it made everyone laugh and it was great. 

- During Creepy Old Guy, as Lydia’s veil was being unraveled and Adam was pulling him to the side, he leaned over and tried to kiss him. Twice. He was rejected both times and stumbled away. 

- Are you familiar with that post about the audience reacting to Beetlejuice’s death as though a real person was stabbed live on stage? Yeah.

- When Juno appeared, rather than freezing in fear he appeared to be possessed by her. She pointed in his direction and his arms went up, and he moved to try and tug them out of place. 

- The audience responded to “Look, Lydia! Now we both have dead moms!” in many different ways. They were silent for a moment, then a quarter of them booed, another quarter laughed, and I think a few people cheered and clapped. 

Side notes

- After the line “the sound of clean white shorts going brown!” a guy behind me said loudly to his friend that he didn’t get it. 

- Someone yelled “gross” in an angry way at Charles and Delia making out with each other.

- My friend referred to Lydia as “Linda” after the play. This isn’t about the performance but people need to know. 

Overall, everyone was incredible! I’m so happy I got to see it -- I didn’t think I would be able to but I did. I’m glad I saw it exactly as I did too -- being very familiar with it already and having this build-up beforehand because you already love it. And you don’t miss any lines, so there’s no potential for you to get lost or confused with the plot. I didn’t think I could get *more* into it, but somehow I did. Seeing this More Baby Than Bastard Beej will probably affect how I write him, too. 

[chemicalbrew]

choose violence ask game 6 bc we both know where this is headed (cough all of them cough)

YEAH YEAH YEAH YIPPEE [immediately turns reblogs off]

6. which ship fans are the most annoying? [interpreting as romantic ship]

so. let's start with what we both know

Katana ZERO

As I said in DMs earlier, I think the only worthwhile KZ ship is Zero x the receptionist (preferably one-sided, but I think someone really smart could make it mutual. I certainly wouldn't be mad if it was confirmed mutual in canon, but I seriously doubt it - one-sided is way funnier, anyway.). I also kind of sort of in theory respect the hustle of people trying to write V and Snow (rarepairs... been there), but I think I could never see it that way; what we have in game of them is barely good enough for anything, which is what makes it hilarious. That said, the most annoying shit here is, as we know...

150 150 150 150 150 !!!!!!

Even their stupid ship name cracks me up. Like, I understand, you can't have a good portmanteau or anything when your ship has numbers, but half the ship is literally Zero (hehe another reason Zerocep[tionist] wins), however... the way you read it is not even conducive to a shipping read. One fifty? One hundred and fifty? Even the number doesn't want them together <3

There was a post somewhere in my KZ tag that actually puts my feelings better than I myself can, but I'll try anyway. Due to the way this game's plot\timeline is framed, all their past interaction is basically implied. They don't really get to exchange any words, no matter how awkward (compare this to the receptionist having the tiniest of character arcs, but still an arc, between the hotel and bunker stages) - Fifteen just shows up, confirms he's the real Dragon, kills the shit out of V, and leaves, and that right there is the closest we get to an interaction (surely you won't say Zero walking in on a conversation later counts?).

How the fuck can you wrangle a ship out of that?

'But muh implications' that's all they are, implications. Not a very fertile ground to build upon. And even then, what they imply is far more like camaraderie than anything, which, while a solid and even necessary (in real life, at least) foundation for a relationship, doesn't MEAN it has to be romantic!! Give me traumatized war buddies that aren't making out with each other, pleeeeeeease...

'But you're reblogging art with them together' YEAH BECAUSE THEY LOOK HANDSOME TOGETHER AND THEIR DESIGNS ARE PERFECTLY COMPLEMENTARY. THAT'S THE ONLY REASON. I'M LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH HOW WELL THEY MATCH IN THIS ASPECT. This is why they should just be fighting together and nothing else <3

Xenoblade (gonna try and be a bit more rapid-fire about the rest of this post, unless the wrathful mood strikes me again)

Shulk and Fiora do not make sense romantically at all to me. They're family, ffs. Same for Shulk and Reyn, if not doubly same. But the fans keep insisting otherwise and often. (Libra, if you're reading this, this doesn't apply to you or other friends of mine that like Shiora. You're the only ones I trust with these two, I just want no part of it myself)

Shulk and Alvis are amazing, but need to be viewed through a lens more complex than typical shipping to be fully appreciated (something I'm still somewhat guilty of and recovering from. Jesus, wider XB1 fandom can be the worst sometimes).

Shulk and Melia as a ship by itself does not offend me, but the fans that weep about how Melia never had any good shit happen to her, and say Shulk not returning her feelings makes it worse... can die in a fire :)

I don't understand how people can take Reyn and Sharla seriously together tbh... but I guess it's more acceptable than the stuff above?

Rex and Nia (on their own, without Aegis in picture) never needed to be anything more than friends. The way Nia gets over being ''''friendzoned''' (hate that word) canonically is better than anything fans have come up with regarding this matter.

Lora and Jin have barely been interpreted by anyone in the wider fandom correctly (that I know of - key word 'barely'). Just stop at this point <3

...I won't be talking about XB3 ships because I heavily dislike XB3 and haven't read anything shippy for it, not even for NoahMio.

PS. Morag and Zeke should get more attention (personally I'm still guilty of somewhat ignoring this as a ship, but if I ever replay\rewatch, I'll be sure to analyze their interactions more, especially bc they're fun no matter how you look)

misc.

I have seen people interpret Ares and Dela (Brandish series) as a romantic ship, and I'd like to see just how much their brain has rotted.

Olivier and Mueller (Trails in the Sky) are very fun as a ship! I'd just like to see people view their relationship through a more neutral lens sometimes. However, the fact that Estelle x Kevin fics exist is the real mind-bender here. HOW? It's called being playful and keeping up a front!! (Also, Estelle x Anelace is slept on the same way as Zerocep and Moragzeke <333)

Frog x Magus and Lucca x Magus (Chrono Trigger) make equally little sense, and yet seem to be popular. Ew. Not even mentioning my personal beef with Frog x Lucca. Don't.

Midna x Link and Malon x Link (Zelda series) were actually my first NOTPs, largely because of annoying fans. I see now I was in the wrong and am largely 'thog dont caaare' about it, but still, important.

Ace Attorney series... tbh its fandom is weird about ships as a whole, but I'm guilty of falling into the Blackmadhi trap, so I can't speak. Almost everything other than Blackmadhi, though, is a tough sell largely bc of fandom.

Any ship involving Stocke from Radiant Historia has to be included in here. I am by and large respectful of most popular stuff with him (especially Stocke x Rosch and the Stocke x Sonja x Rosch OT3), I just think it's more fun to have him not into any of it. Very similar situation to Zero KZ, honestly.

[luv-loo]

I’m gonna rant on some faves because boredom and so my mind doesn’t explode. SPOILERS AHEAD !!!

Max Mayfield — MY QUEEN. If Ryan Reynolds is every straight mans crush than Sadie Sink is my straight girl crush 😻 I remember watching season 2 and seeing her for the first time and felt SO HAPPY !! As a girl who has guy friends and (at the time) only hanged with them she made me so much less insecure about that fact. Her acting was on POINT season 4 and my fave thing the whole season and SHE STILL GOT THE END OF THE STICK. But season 3 Max doesn’t get enough love imo because let’s be real, she’s the real mpv for helping El to get in her own skin. Max & Sadie are my queens and I’ll make sure they are treated as MUCH.

Lance Sweets — HONESTLY WANT HIM TO BE MY OLDER BROTHER OKAY, or that cool uncle. I love him to DEATH. His dokiness, his smarts, his awkwardness & his weird as way of being a therapist to Bones & Booth but yeah know— I’ve already spoiled myself and I’m just SAD. I love Booth as well, but whenever he or Bones talk down to him pisses me right off. NO. HE IS APART OF THE FBI FOR A REASON YOU BABOONS. I love him with Daisy (even if she can be a bit overbearing at times) but I also low key ship him with Fisher simply by the fact there both high class NERDS. Anyway, love him.

Chrissy Cunningham — Unpopular opinion, but I felt Chrissy death more than both Barbs AND Eddies. Let me explain. Barb because she wasn’t really a fleshed out character imo, beside being Nancy’s smart and overly safe friend, but honestly Steve and Nancys relationship in S1 was cute imo and didn’t deserve half the shit it got from Barb. ANYWAY. I loved Eddie a lot, like all ST fans, but his death felt so rushed and so unsatisfactory to the plot and the end talk with Dustin & Eddie’s uncle just made me hate it more. Chrissy got character development from the moment she was on screen until her untimely demise. Her trauma was so real, something I kind of related to in my own way. I just loved her and it was the only time the season I actually shed a tear.

Rudy Wade — Probably the most unrecognisable name on the list, but Rudy is from S3-S5 of the British TV show Misfits, about powers and crap and it’s GREAT. Anyway, Rudy’s power is what I like to call “Emotional Doubles”. He basically has a double of himself but is all his bottled up emotions in that double. He’s a character I relate to way to much, mainly in the aspect of hiding emotions to the point it’s unhealthy. I’ve loved him since he appeared. He’s cocky, he’s hyper sexual (like a lot of British characters tbh), WAS depressed (I’m not sure if he still is) & basically dubbed himself the uncle of Finn (another character). I just love his personality, as well as his double, Rudy Too. The guy who plays them is SUCH a good actor because the two (plus a third, but we don’t talk about the ukulele villain) are the same person but he plays them so well that you can just tell in their faces which one is which. He’s just great and I love him OKAY?!

Neville Longbottom — I had my Harry Potter phase in and out for like 3 years now and every time I go back to Neville and I just can’t believe he was treated like THAT. My boy doesn’t deserve that shit man. Let him enjoy plants and kick some BLOODY ASS. He’s probably the one character I enjoy both in the movies and books that I didn’t have any complaints about (expect his thing with Luna, idk I’m very picky with ships when it comes to certain characters). He’s GREAT. He’s AMAZING. I just wanna give him a hug so much omg. Snape can die all over again by me for what he put Neville (and Harry and EVERYONE) through.

Ginny Weasley — I WILL NOT STAND GINNY SLANDER. She was done so dirty in the movies I’m still PISSED. She was basically my favourite in the books and than the movies royally pissed me off. The stage play was good though, Australian Ginny actress was great in it. I hate how they did all the Weasley dirty in the movies, but I can’t change anything so I’m just gonna rant. In the books she was the girl I wanted (and honestly still want) to be. She’s sporty, she’s pretty, she can talk to anyone and doesn’t take shit from anyone and we LOVE TO SEE IT. Her romance with Harry was kind of rushed at the end of the books, but better than the movies lol. She’s the best and I’m honestly slaty she really only got to name one child with someone she liked, aka Luna as her only daughters middle name.

[duckydae]

exo-l tag challenge

so now that exo's coming back to properly celebrate their 10th anniversary, thought i'd send this around so we can have a wee giggle and reminisce

dunno if any of my moots are still active anymore so feel free to do this whether or not you follow me! also feel free to tag me, need some new exo-l blogs to follow as my dash is very exo-less

when did you first learn of exo?

this is really cringy but i first saw exo in twenty-fourteen on a 'youtubers react to k-pop', they were reacting to "overdose" and i kid you not, i was so put off their styling i wanted nothing to do with it. i hated it (and i still bloody do)

and then, a little while later they put out a 'teens react to exo' and i hadn't connected they were the same group. anyways, i saw yixing with that blonde hair and my mind went "that one, i like that one"

so don't let anyone ever tell you a visual is a stupid position

(it was probably a lot to do with the fact the boy i really liked had the same hairstyle)

turns out, my friend at the time was vaguely into them (she was more into super junior & shinee) and we just clicked over that and the rest was history

who was / is your bias?

yixing was my first bias ever, and i vaguely remember bouncing around yixing + luhan but i think like a month in jongdae committed the cardinal sin of a bias wrecker and became the ult bias

don't ask me how, it might have been showtime? but yeah jongdae's been my ult since twenty-fifteen. oh god.

where you team exo-k / exo-m?

i was pretty openly exo-m, because yixing was my bias and would only exclusively listen to their versions of the b-sides, until "the war" and it's funny that jongdae became my bias because i really don't think it was his vocals that sold me on him because i was too busy thinking "i wish lay would get more lines"

now looking back, yeah jongdae (and yixing) were my bias individually but as a collective, i preferred exo-k (also, "candy" and "mirotic" were better than "sorry sorry" + "happiness")

favourite m/v?

"lotto". not my favourite song in the world but the aesthetics, the 'plot', jongdae in the white smashing up that table with a hammer? ugh, love it. jongdae and baekhyun's era.

i love a music video with a plot, i would love to see them do a "now" or "365 fresh" but i don't think my heart could take it lol

honourable mentions: monster & i love 'love shot' probably because its in the same vain as "lotto" if it were less plot, more vibes.

also chanyeol with no shirt and that black leather, ugh.

the music video isn't my favourite, but i love the 'alice in wonderland' aspect of "love me right"

favourite album?

i think it really depends on what day you ask me, also my favourite album isn't always the one i think its their best. i'm really enjoying the obsession album right now but the "love me right (exodus)" is exo's magnum opus and dare i say "lotto (ex'act)" is the best sequel since shrek two.

but i really didn't like "love shot (don't mess up my tempo)" and it killed me inside but i only liked two of the b-sides

top ten tracks?

exodus

heaven

thunder

my lady

forever

cosmic railway

white noise

hurt

christmas day

fall

favourite soloist / subunit?

unit is absolutely exo-cbx. their "hey mama" mini-album is a no-skip album, their second mini wasn't really for me but "vroom vroom" is amazing also jongdae's "watch out" is brill but i can't listen to it without remembering him decking it on stage

that said, i still mourn the concept of chenbaeksoo unit and i'm still really disappointed sment didn't milk the shit out of that trio like kry or tts before them

favourite performance?

it feels a bit cliche to say the "wolf (remix)", the olympics or "artificial love" so i think i'll have to go with twenty-fifteen's mama set it was fantastic, show stopping and a bit chaotic

but shout-out to baek's "monster" in tokyo dome. y'all baby exo-l missed out on the shitstorm that was tumblr / twitter.

also, not a 'favourite' but cbx in "run this" at the golden disk awards being visibly pissed-off and screaming into their mics because of the "lip-sync" rumor

your exo hot take?

not an unpopular "hot take" but i know folk get stick for it

i really dislike superm, like seriously. i really dislike sm's management of it. sm had a perfectly good group to go up against bts on a global stage and they screwed it up. they weren't rookies like most of nct, they weren't too "out there" like shinee and the less said about suju the better.

also, they're a 'global group' yet all their best songs are mostly korean.

but they squandered it, they prioritised the nct brand both with the group itself and superm and tacked exo + taemin into their daft group to make older fans give a shit and they took away exo's chance at their final ot8/9 comeback before enlistment.

also, whilst it was for the better, kris leaving exo really stilted their international growth as a unit and individuals, honestly just the china line generally as they are collectively a lot stronger in their english as opposed to the korean members

showtime, ladder or arcade?

overall, ladder but i love showtime, especially episode eleven. i think that's when i first thought "hey that really fucking loud guy is pretty cute"

collab you'd like to see (western + k-pop)?

in regards to sm, i would love to see taeyeon, wendy, kyungsoo and jongdae take a shot at either a jazz or r'n'b collab track.

k-pop generally, baekyeol + dreamcatcher

western, bruno mars & kyungsoo

what would you like for exo to do next?

sm please! give me an english version of their title! almost everyone else at sm has one! hell, there was literally an english version of "the eve"!

but also, royalty concept (they've bloody earned it and exo-l's can't keep suggesting it every comeback)

but personally, it'd love to see a twenties or thirties "great gatsby" concept

funniest exo moments(s)?

"say hey!" that entire performance is a disaster, baek getting interrupted, then spooked by a pyro and finally jongdae decking it in the dance break of "growl"

the water fight during exoluxion

jongdae's outbrust at sehun on knowing bros

exomentary's bowling episode (rip chanyeol)

sehun and the beluga whale

the exo-l screaming "yah baekhyun!"

jongdae scaring the shit out of doni on weekly idol (deserved)

everyone yelling that baekhyun picked 'i got a boy' and not ‘gee’ like a normal person (personally luhan made the best choice)

baek, tao and luhan's haunted house run

heechul's various impressions of kyungsoo on knowing bros

favourite line?

chingu, we never get to see them anymore but they (especially the beagles) were always tied to the hip, that said i've defo gone soft for the maknae line

who's the traitor? is there one?

kris it's absolutely jongdae. i know folk think it's baekhyun but or chanyeol but after "lotto", i feel like that rules out chanyeol and baekhyun after "monster".

jongdae seems to be doing the opposite to everyone in these music videos whilst still being 'apart of it'

like: the white shirt in "lotto", standing at the 'last supper', the cameras in obsession, the smashing of their earnings in "lotto" the 'no fucks given attitude' when the swat shows up, unlike the rest of the group

favourite pathcode?

baekhyun, its so pretty but i also love sehun's as a resident scot

favourite cursed moment(s)?

"my name is baekhyun, but you can call me bacon" stfu bake-hun

suho meeting jedward

chanyeol's nick mask

exo: next door (side note: why was exo-m + jongin just not in the show?)

baekhyun's 'best looking' ranking on weekly idol

"wolf" demo

who's "baby-girl" are you picking?

kyungsoo's in "call me baby" but shout-out to jongdae's underrated one in "juliet"

favourite exo collab?

i've got a few, probably "lil' something" with jongdae & heize or his collab with ailee

it kills me that taeyeon was unwell whilst singing with jongdae also, chanyeol's collab with far east movement

favourite cover?

vocal line + sehun's "why so serious"

exo & yuna kim's "happiness" (vocal line sound brill in this)

sunday morning

[planeteroticaaa]

content warnings ! : rockstar!eren yeager x fem reader explicit content, vulgar language, exes fucking, blowjob, oral (f & m receiving), couch sex, porn with plot, pet names; baby, doll, etc, unprotected sex, creampie, p in v. 17+ ! summary ! : you end up at one of your ex boyfriend's concerts for you best friend's birthday, not realizing just how much you missed him until you saw him perform on stage again. word count ! : 4500+

"never thought you'd be here again did ya?" your best friend glanced over and asked, shouting over the music. you stared at the stage in awe, the two of you so close to the band you could almost feel the heat radiating off their bodies. she was right, you seriously didn't think you'd ever be here again; front row to his show, feeling the bass of the music under your skin. you weren't surprised how popular they've become, how popular he'd become. 

everyone in the crowd was yelling the lyrics to the songs word for word, their bodies colliding with one another to get a closer view of his face. you were once like these fan girls. camera out recording, making it known you were his number 1 fan as you out yelled everyone else. you knew all the lyrics to his songs. after all, they’re about you. 

song writer, lead vocalist, and electric guitarist, eren yeager, the jade eyed heart throb with the dark brown messy man bun and your ex boyfriend. 

your bestie's obsession with the drummer of the band, connie springer, and it being her birthday today, stuck you between a rock in a hard place. were you really going to not go with her because your ex happened to be the lead singer? she is your best friend after all. 

you pulled your skirt over your ass a bit more, readjusted the tube top under your unzipped jacket, and crossed your arms over your chest. you took a deep breath hearing him sing the lyrics to one of his most popular songs—the song he wrote and sang to you on your one year anniversary. you always wondered whether he thought of you when singing songs such as this one. or maybe he found himself somebody else he could relate the song to. as much as it shouldn’t have, the thought of that made your heart drop. 

thanks to being in the front row, you were able to see him on that platform up close again; that sharp jawline you used to run your finger tips against, eyebrows furrowed due to concentration, big, veiny hands effortlessly moving along the cords of the guitar, the ripple and tensing of his ink decorated biceps and forearms, the sweat accumulating on his perfectly toned body, the bob of his adams apple as he sang, the loose pieces of his hair moving with the slight nod of his head. the dim saffron-hued stage lights did him justice, perfectly highlighting his features like they always did. you can't blame the crazed fans, you were soaked and weak in the knees too. 

his low jade eyes began to scan the crowd as he let them sing some lyrics back to him, that's when he spotted you. his eyes widened once his brain registered that it really was you and not the weed he smoked prior to the show or his mind playing tricks on him for all the times he wished you were here before. it was you. 

fuck, he’d missed this. missed you and he would've forgotten that he was supposed to be playing if he hadn't felt his bandmates' eyes on him because truth be told, his heart was beating louder than the drums connie was hitting and that eye contact sent him to another dimension. with one last glance, he reluctantly turned from you and faced the crowd, singing once again. 

your eyes remained widened and on him, rethinking that moment for the rest of the show. that wasn’t normal eye contact. it was long, drawn out, and said all the words they wanted to, but couldn’t at that moment. you knew you weren’t trippin'. 

"that was fucking amazing," your friend yelled, "like holy shit!" "yeah, seriously." you said with a soft smile. "you think once we get backstage that we’ll actually be able to talk to them? that's all i could ever ask for you know." she twirled her hair around her finger. "i don't see why not," you shrugged, your smile never leaving. you enjoyed seeing your friend so happy. 

your best friend rushed ahead of you, following the signs and leading you to where the fans got to meet the artist. you looked down and messed with your lanyard as you walked, heart racing with no sign of stopping. "hey, is it fine if i wait for you out here?" you asked once you two were in front of the black double doors, a turn of a handle away from coming face to face with the boys. your friend put a hand on your shoulder, giving you a nod, before heading in. 

you let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding in, closing your eyes. you couldn't face him, not now. looking down and scrolling through your phone, you didn't pay any mind to anything around you until you heard the black doors opening back up. "well that was fast, did you even get to see hi—" you cut yourself off when you realized you weren't talking to your friend.

"nah, she's talking to him now. she told me you'd be out here though." your heart dropped, recognizing that deep voice immediately. standing 6’1 tall in front of you was your ex and fuck, was he a sight for sore eyes. with his hair still tied up, he had on dark ripped blue jeans and a black tank top that cling to his slightly damp, toned chest and stomach. his strong arms were littered with black tattoos, nails painted black, a silver chain and cross around his neck, and fingers decorated with silver rings—most prominent being the skull on his middle finger. he’d gotten a few more piercings since the last time you seen him, apart from the ones on his ears, you could count a nose stud, a right side labret, an eyebrow piercing and…was that a tongue piercing? 

feeling him look down at you with those naturally sharp, vexed looking jade eyes made it hard for you to maintain eye contact. he always made you nervous. fiddling with the lanyard around your neck once again to ease your nerves, you managed to finally say something back. “you asked about me?” you asked, raising your eyebrow. yeah, you felt uneasy and the tension between the two of you was suffocating, but he had another thing coming if he thought you’d let him know that. though, you knew deep down he was aware and felt it too, he could always read you better than anybody else. 

“had to once i saw you in the crowd. i’m guessing you didn’t come because you wanted to?” “she’s my best friend and it’s her birthday. i wasn’t going to let you being here stop me, yeager.” “ouch,” he said with a small frown, though you could tell he paid no mind to your words. 

“well did you at least enjoy the show? what’d you think of the newest hit singles?” he propped himself against the wall with his broad shoulders, head tilted slightly. “you’re amazing eren, had to resist the urge to jump up on that stage and pull you backstage. is that what you want to hear?” you mocked, rolling your eyes. he let out a low chuckle, slipping his pink bottom lip between his teeth and taking a second to glance around before looking back down at you. “only if it’s the truth, doll.” he gave you an amused lascivious smirk. any other day, you’d be on him within seconds upon seeing that. 

you sighed, softly frowning and turning your head away. eren stared over in the direction you were now facing, then back at you. “well? you gonna answer my question?” he stepped closer to you, redirecting you by grabbing your chin to make sure you looked him in the eyes. your lips slightly parted and you froze, your eyes frantically looking back and forth between his irises. though, just before you could respond, the door to the meet and greet opened and out came your bestie.

“y/n! you won’t believe this, connie gave me his number!” she rushed to you, but stopped to process the scene before her. they both turned to face her, eren nodding at her and you giving her a nervous smile. “hmm…should i wait in the car? let you two finish whatever this is?” she pointed between you and giving you this “all-knowing” smile. “that won’t be neces—” “yes, please.” eren frowned at you, frowning even more when you glared at him, shocked. 

"don't take too long alright?" your friend put a hand on your shoulder with this smile that let you know that she purposely told him you were out here. your friend walked off, waving at the two though only eren waved back. "you'll thank me later girl!" she called out and you sighed again. 

"ah, where were we," eren said mostly to himself. "i gave you my opinion and was about to leave." you began to turn away when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him. your back ended up against his hard chest, ass pressed against his slowly hardening bulge inside his jeans. you gasped quietly, but not quiet enough for eren not to catch it. 

"you aren’t going anywhere. not until you seriously answer my question, that is." he leaned down to speak into your ear, his cool breath hitting the back of your neck. you immediately smelled the expensive cologne that stuck to him all night and the peppermint gum he'd recently put in his mouth. it was getting harder for you to stand as he pressed some of his body weight against you. "unless...you are serious?" he spoke low. 

when you didn't answer in protest, he knew the answer to his question and just before he could lower his hand to rub your thigh and maybe inch up your skirt, loud squeals filled the room. "oh my god, it's eren yeager!" screamed a fan girl. eren took a glimpse in the direction where the sound was coming from and let out an annoyed huff only you could hear. 

"can you sign my shirt?!" another girl yelled. eren reluctantly moved away from you and headed towards the group of girls. "what you ladies still doin' here so late?" he asked with his signature smirk. "we wanted to see you after the show and get a photo!" a different girl from the first two spoke. 

"where you want me to sign, sweetheart?" he asked, taking a black marker from out his pocket. he put the marler between his teeth then pulled at the base, leaving the cap to the side of his mouth. "here please!" the girl pointed to a space of the white band shirt on her boobs. letting out a slight hum, he did just as she asked then put the marker away with a smile. 

"he touched me!" she jumped up and down, whisper-shouting to her friends. "he smells so good, i told you he would!" the first girl shook her friend back and forth. one of the girls pulled out her phone and raised it to the air. eren quickly walked behind the group and held up a peace sign like the rest of them, a pretty smile on his face that flashed his pearly whites. 

the girls all studied the photo and soon after squealed again. they thanked him excitedly and ran off, continuing to fangirl to each other about just how perfect this man was. once he saw them walk out the door, he turned over and rushed over to you. without a word, he grabbed your hand and dragged you deeper backstage to where the band practiced before their performances. 

there was a large, brown leather couch against the wall, a coffee stand in front of it with a box of tissues, notebooks, and pens on top along with their instruments and other devices placed around the room needed for them to successfully do their shows. you were all too familiar with everything back here and immediately knew what was coming next. 

eren turned you around and grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him before leaning down and smashing his lips into yours. the kiss was wet and needy and exactly what you’d been yearning for. you reached your arms up and around his shoulders like you always used to, trying to close even more space between you two. your fingers ran through his hair, gripping and messing his bun as his tongue pushed past your lips, the warm, wet muscle making contact with your own. "mm—!" you moaned into his mouth, feeling his tongue against yours, that metal piercing contrasting with the warmth of his mouth. 

eren’s hands gripped your waist tight enough to leave bruises as he walked, backing you up against the couch. he pushed you down onto it, watching you bounce back up from the soft couch cushions. you quickly took off your jacket as he just as swiftly pulled his shirt over his head and threw it somewhere in the room. 

your eyes widened and mindlessly rubbed your legs together. seeing his shirtless body—his rock hard chest and abs that perfectly complemented his wide, broad shoulders and strong arms. his sharp v-line with his dark brown happy trail running down the middle. it wasn't nothing you hadn't seen before and yet each time you were rendered speechless.

"well, we're backstage now, aren't we?" he said with a condescending smirk. he quickly leaned back down to kiss your glossed plump lips. your hands reached forward and started to undo his black belt, then undid the button and zipper on his jeans. as you two kissed, you grabbed the band of eren's boxers and pulled them down along with his jeans. 

his cock sprung out his black boxers, hitting his abs. separating your lips from the sloppy kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you two, you reached your hands up and held his face for a second though your eyes remained elsewhere. while you didn't want to admit it, you missed this just as much as he did and he could tell by the way you stared longingly at his dick. how long has it been? 

it stood tall at 8 inches, girthy with a slight curve you knew was going to hit that spongy spot inside you exactly the way you needed it too. it was veiny, though there were two veins running through the sides that were most distinguishable. you watched big eyed as it leaked pre-cum down the middle. 

eren stood back tall once again and stared down at you with narrow eyes as you scooted forward, a hand wrapping around the base of his length. with your free hand, you pressed your pointer finger against the slit of his pink tip. you hummed in content, looking up with him doe eyed and sucking on your finger. he threw his head back with a groan, running his hand down his face. you knew what you were doing to him.

"quit being a fuckin' tease, y/n." he spoke lowly, glaring down at you, his dick twitching softly in your hand. you laughed softly, looking back up at him with a playful smile then leaning in and kissing the tip then spitting on it. eren let out a sigh when you finally brought your other hand around the base and slowly started to put it in your mouth. he threw his head back once again and gathered up your hair in a fist. 

"s-shit," he breathed out when the tip hit the back of your throat. he thrived on hearing you gag each time you went back down. your head bobbed up and down his length, hands twisting and working on the last few inches you couldn't fit inside your mouth. you kept eye contact as you slowly pulled away. you gasped for air, strings of saliva and hints of his precum connecting your lips to the tip. it dripped down your lip gloss covered lips then your chin as you worked your hands up and down his cock. 

"fuck baby, just like that," eren whispered, reaching down a bit and caressing your cheek. you went back down on him, getting more and more comfortable now that the whole thing was lubed up. you moved your tongue against the bottom of the base and hollowed your cheeks, continuing the same jerking motion with your hands and soon felt his dick start to twitch inside your mouth. his hips thrusted into your mouth and you grabbed the sides of his thighs to steady yourself. 

placing his hand on the back of your head then gripping your hair, he began to thrust his dick into your mouth. he let out a string of curses as he senselessly face fucked you, tip prodding at the back of your throat. your eyes started to water at the rapid assault on your throat. his cock making it hard for you to breathe and soon there were tears streaming down your still hollowed cheeks, mascara smudging in the process. 

"i'm so close, baby," he looked at your now tear stained face, then threw his head back. with a few more fast, rough thrust into your mouth, he let out thick, hot spurts of cum down your throat and you swallowed every last drop. he dragged his dick out your mouth and let the tip hit your plump lips a few times with a smile, watching you stick your tongue out at him after.

"you're so damn good at that," he praised you, leaning down to kiss your swollen lips. you laughed softly against his lips, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him down to you and letting him put his hands underneath your thighs so he could pick you up and position you on the couch better. you laid back with him on top of you and his hands on either side of your head. he stared down at you a bit before diving back down to kiss your lips again. 

with his tongue in your mouth, the kiss was getting more and more heated. he parted from you and gave a wet kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, till he was licking and sucking harshly at your neck. you gasped feeling him bite at the sensitive skin especially at the spot that made your pussy throb the most, the cool metal ball of his piercing not at all helping. your hand went up and gripped at his bun away, feeling it come undone in the grasp of your fingers. 

his hands roamed your body, going down to your skirt. you raised your hips to help get the tight body con skirt off. eren made sure to leave trails of hickeys and bite marks down your neck and collarbone and once he was satisfied, he pulled away to get your tube top up and over your head. "i missed having you under me like this. . ." he whispered loud enough for you to hear, going down to pinch and roll your hardened nipple between his fingers. you let out a sigh of pleasure as you watched him latch his mouth onto your nipple, his tongue swirling around and teeth gently pulling at it whilst his hand massaged the other. 

"you're so perfect," he told you after leaving numerous marks on your breast. you watched as he left wet kisses down your stomach till he was between your thighs. he put your legs over his shoulders and looked you in the eye while licking and kissing your inner thigh. you gasped again, this time feeling him bite in areas near where you needed him most. now it was his turn to tease. 

"eren. . ." you whined. "hmm?" he hummed against your skin like he was confused. he continued to avoid your aching core and instead left more bruises on your body, dragging his tongue up your thigh. "can you just. . ." you stopped mid sentence, rolling your eyes. you knew he knew what you wanted. "can i what, doll? you gotta use your words." he told you before licking at your panties. "please—i need you." you said. it wasn't enough, you needed more. "yeah?" "mhm...please." you begged, causing an arrogant smirk to tug at his lips. "whatever she wants, she gets." he shrugged. 

he ripped your panties and threw them somewhere across the room with your other clothes, then placed your legs over his shoulders. "eren!" you exclaimed. "forgive me, pretty? just missed this so much. . ." he spoke as he hooked his strong arms around your thighs and pulled you closer towards him. he wasted no time, gliding his tongue through your wet folds. 

"shit!" you moaned out, hand flying down to his hair. His lips latched onto your throbbing clit and ran your fingers through his hair, throwing your head back. he pressed his tongue against it, his piercing rubbing against your bud as licked down to your folds and slit. he tongued fucked, the tip of his nose brushed and pushed up against your clit. he knew how much you liked when he did that then switched between fingering you and licking at your clit. 

"ouuu—fuck, just like that." you pushed his face deeper into your cunt, juices covering and dripping down his chin. "you're so wet for me, baby," he spoke against your pussy, continuing to suck and finger you to the point where your legs were buckling and trying to close in around his head though his tight grip around your thighs prevented this. your pussy started to flutter around his tongue, letting him know to speed up the pace at which he was rubbing your clit. 

your back arched and you grasped roughly at his hair, trying to push him impossibly deeper into your pussy and making it to where he couldn't come up for air. you started to buckle your hips against him, grinding into his mouth to chase that feeling you'd been craving for the longest that only he could satisfy. eren switched from tongue fucking you to fingering your cunt and sucking at your clit again. "fuck!" you moaned loudly, your back arching again and your head thrown back as your legs began to shake helplessly. "that's it, make a mess on my fingers." he told you, not letting up the speed of his fingers. 

eren wasted no time to go back and lick up all your juices, sitting up and pushing his index and middle finger into your mouth letting you taste yourself. "you taste so amazing," he said as you sucked, moved your tongue and tasting yourself on his fingers. he pulled them out your mouth and dragged them down you bottom lip. 

he then put a hand next to your head again to hold himself up and looked stared down at your spread legs. he grabbed his dick and started to rub it through your slit, teasing your entrance with his tip whilst chuckling to himself. before you could beg him to, he pushed the tip inside you, stretching you out immediately. "fuck," you both cursed, eren placing his now free hand on your hip. he wasn't used to how tight you were anymore and you weren't used to how big he was anymore. 

you reached up and wrapped your arms around him to pull him close, one of your hands placed on his clenched jaw. "you're so tight, baby," he looked at you, those pretty jade eyes filled with lust. "i-it's so big," you whined, the hand that was on his jaw reaching down to push against his pelvis. he used his hand and grabbed ahold of your wrists to pin them up above your head then put his other back on your hip, gripping it as he sunk deeper into you. you threw your head back into the couch and couldn't help your eyes from rolling back. 

"you can take it, i know you can. doin' so good already," he leaned down and gave you a peck on the lips before pulling all the way out, making sure to just leave just the tip before thrusting back in. you gasped loudly, his cock perfectly hitting that spot inside you just like you knew it would. you felt his veins against your tight walls as he dragged himself in and out of you at a pace that made you moan helplessly and your head spin. 

he was balls deep and somehow managed to hit deeper each time he thrust himself back filling inside you. his grip on your wrists and waist got stronger as he sped up, leaning over and groaning in your ear. "it's like you were made for me," he said into your ear, going down and biting down on your shoulder. your legs wrapped around his torso, pulling him closer to you as your nails dug into the skin of your palms. 

"yes yes yes, f-fuck i'm gonna cum!" you cried out, your walls clenching down around him. eren started to go faster and more rough hearing this, his hand that was holding your wrist letting up and going down to rub harsh circles at your clit. you put your hands on his back, pulling him close before dragging your nails and scratching his back hard enough to leave marks. your back arched, your chest pressed against his as your release came crashing down on you and he continued to fuck you through it a bit then pulled out. you laid back breathing heavily, but not long before he flipped you over on your stomach, pushing your back into an arch. 

he thrusted right back into you and before you could gasp out, he pushed your face into the couch. "i know you got one more in there for me. you can do it, baby," he told you, smacking your ass then started relentlessly fucking into you. your hands gripped the couch cushions as your eyes rolled back. 

"too much—! f-fuck eren!" you moaned loudly, drool seeping from your mouth. "It’s okay baby, i’ve got you. taking it so well. . ." he praised, closing his eyes tightly and starting to chase his own release. the sound of your moans and pussy squelching, his groans and curses, and skin slapping together filled the room. 

his cock started to twitch inside you as you started to clench around him once again. taking your arms and pinning your wrist behind your back with hand, he pulled your back to his chest. "you gonna cum again, baby? fuck—me too," he groaned into your ear. his free hand grope your breast, twisting at your nipple for a second then coming up and closing around your neck, choking you slightly. 

"where do you want it?" he asked you. "inside—! cum inside me, please!" you could practically hear his smirk as he said, "oh yeah?" "please please please!" you whined and begged, tears now starting to stream down your cheeks from overstimulation. his grip around your throat tightened as his tip pounded into your cervix, having you seeing stars. thick cream rushed down his cock as your orgasm hit you hard. 

your legs started to shake, the only thing holding you up now being eren. he fucked into you a few more times before cumming inside you. he let you down back onto the couch then pressed him self against you, putting his body weight onto you and fucking his cum deep into your pussy. "fuck," he said groaned, slowly pulling out and watching his cum slowly drip from your hole that was now clenching around nothing. grabbing the box of tissues on the coffee stand, he pulled a few out the box to clean you up with. "well,” he paused, wiping you then himself off, “you coming to my next show, doll?"

[thefallennightmare]

Ménage à Trois-Four

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+ only please, swearing, angst, fluff.

Summary: Bucky has a proposition for Reader, something involving Steve. This trio, however, never expected for their lives to change after that night the way it had.

A/N: No smut in this one! But I think we're finally going to pick up on the other plot line of the series. Tags are open! Comment on this part or send me a ask to be tagged!

Tags: @matisse030502 @buckystevelove @floral-recs @inlovewithametalarm @buckies-dolle @cjand10 @matchat3a

The large groups of people encased around me, a little too close for comfort, as I searched past every single body hoping to find the two I came here to meet. It was the Stark Expo tonight and everyone in Brooklyn and surrounding areas came out to see what Howard’s newest invention was.

“Doll!”

Turning on my heels, the bottom of my skirt blew in the sudden change of wind, and I broke out in a huge smile when I saw those two beautiful faces making their way towards me.

Bucky and Steve.

As much as my heart broke seeing Bucky dressed in his army uniform, I couldn’t ignore the way it made my core twitch with want. He looked so breathtaking.

My heart began to hammer in my chest when I gazed at Steve a few seconds longer than Bucky. When he laid his eyes on me, he did his best to move the hair out of his face. I hadn’t seen him since our night together and began wondering if he felt weird being around me. The state of our friendship was unknown and that scared the shit out of me. I didn’t want to lose Steve because of one night; one amazing, pleasurable night.

But I didn’t stop thinking of the next afternoon I shared with Bucky, or the few days after that. We spent almost every day together, naked in between the sheets, trying to spend every second together. He was leaving for the war tomorrow, which is why we decided to spend his last night with me out on the town before we would head back home to spend one last night together; until we saw each other again.

If we saw each other again.

I shook the terrible thought from my mind as the two men approached me, smiles still on their faces.

“You look beautiful,” Bucky mused before leaving a soft kiss on my lips.

I smiled into it, arms wrapping around him, and looked at Steve. “Hi Stevie.”

His body twitched before he gave me a curt nod. “Hey Y/N.”

I couldn’t stop the hurt expression that grew on my face and Bucky gave my side a squeeze, knowing that I was hurt with how dry Steve was.

“Don’t take it personal, doll. Steve’s upset because I caught him trying to enlist under a fake name,” Bucky informed me.

My eyes snapped back over to Steve, who refused to meet me. “You’re still doing that?”

“I need to do whatever I can to get accepted,” he shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal.

It was a big deal, a huge deal.

Steve wasn’t like the other men who chose to enlist or were drafted into the fight, like Bucky. Which is why it was that much harder to let Bucky leave. He didn’t want this, at first, but once the initial shock of him being chosen to fight in the war, he accepted it.

“It’s fate, doll. I can’t go against that.”

“He said he was from Paramus,” Bucky scoffed.

I cringed. “Jersey? Really?”

Steve sighed before motioning towards the stage. “We should probably head over if you want to get the best spot.”

He knew that both Bucky and I were huge science nerds, so we were ecstatic for this show.

As the three of us began walking towards the growing crowd of people that began centering in front of the stage, I held back a bit with Steve; Bucky walking a few paces ahead of us.

“Hey, are we alright?” I asked, gently cupping his hand.

The way he jumped when our skin met was almost as if I had shocked him.

“Yeah, why would you even ask?”

“Because I barely touched you and you acted like I gave you a viral infection,” I stated.

Steve didn’t realize how much that simple action affected my already sore heart.

He hesitated before letting out a long sigh. “It’s hard, Y/N. I see you with Buck and I can’t help but feel jealous that I don’t have that.”

“You’ll find someone, Steve.” I reassured him.

“But I want you.”

His words smacked me in the face, hard, and I stumbled back slightly. This is what I was afraid of. I didn’t want Steve to catch feelings after our night together, knowing that I was with Bucky.

Even if I had my own feelings for Steve, I kept them buried deep within. There wasn’t any chance I would leave Bucky. I loved him too much and couldn’t bear going on in the future without him.

There was a quick moment where I remembered some of Bucky’s lust induced words from our intimate moment a few days ago.

“One cock has you dripping all over the sheets, doll. Can you imagine two?”

I knew that it wasn't anything more than words to help me reach the orgasm I had been chasing, which it did, but that’s why I never talked to Bucky about it. It was only a thought, a vision, nothing more.

“I’m with Bucky,” I pointed towards him, who still didn’t realize we stopped walking with him.

Steve nodded. “I know. But I think you should talk with Bucky about the conversations we have been having when you’re not around.

I raised my eyebrows, confused. “What have you two knuckleheads been talking about?

He never got to tell me because Bucky called us over, finally realizing that we stopped walking with him.

Steve motioned for me to follow him, but I held him back, our fingers still linked together.

“What did you and Bucky talk about? Does it involve me? Is there another woman?”

Fear filled me, wondering if Bucky had someone else on the side, keeping her hidden from me. I needed to know exactly what they had spoken of and how it involved Steve’s feelings for me.

“He doesn’t have another girl in his life, Y/N. We both know that you’re the only one for him,” Steve reassured me.

“Then what is-?”

“Come on,” He ushered me towards Bucky, hoping that it would keep me from asking anymore questions.

It did; for now.

Once we caught up with Bucky, I linked my fingers with his. As the two of us were engrossed with our own conversation or the show that Howard Stark was putting on, neither of us saw Steve quietly slip away from us.

Not until the show had ended and Bucky turned to say something to him.

“How about we head back to our place?” he looked around confused, not seeing Steve anywhere.

I looked around as well but when I saw a recruitment tent a few feet away from us, I motioned towards it.

“You don’t think he did?” I questioned.

Bucky sighed while repositioning the hat on his head. “I hope not. Why don’t I Wrangle him and meet you back at home?”

I agreed with a nod and after a sweet kiss goodbye, I vowed to myself that tonight I would ask Bucky what exactly Steve was talking about.

[shina913]

Gradation, Part 4 | JJK

Gradation, Part 4

gra·​da·​tion | \ grā-ˈdā-shən , grə- \

Definition: 1a: a series forming successive stages 1b: a step or place in an ordered scale 2: an advance by regular degrees 3: a gradual passing from one tint or shade to another –Source: Merriam-Webster

✮ ✮ ✮ Gradation Masterlist ✮ ✮ ✮

Pairing: JJK x Fem!reader

Rating: M (🔞); NSFW

Genre: BF2L; slow burn; fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 9.4K+ words

Warnings: FWB; making out; breast play; fingering; clit play; protected sex; riding; cuddling; psychotherapy session; fluff; excessive angst; pining; thirsty thots; secret hookups; JK and OC nearly get caught; excessive cussing; some alcohol consumption

Summary: On your wedding day, your fiancé leaves you at the altar. While reeling from the embarrassment and heartbreak, your best friend, Jungkook, wants to do everything that he can to help you heal.

A/N: Thank you for all the love you’ve shown for Gradation!

Some time jumps occur--Just trying to move the plot along as I'm anxious to get to the next few parts LOL!

I also highlighted most of the predominant themes/warnings on this chapter so please proceed with caution.

It was the middle of the afternoon and Jungkook fell asleep on the hammock after another surf session. You sat on one of the lounge chairs texting back and forth with Taehyung, as he commented and liked every photo and video that you’ve posted to your social media page.

[Tae]: I’m so jealous! 😩 I wished I could ditch this stupid project! Promise me you’ll let me know when you plan on going again because I want to come with youuuuu!!!

As you type your response to him, an incoming video call from Hobi comes through.

“Hey, Hobi!”

“What’s uuuupp!” He says in a sing-song tone.

“I hope it’s not too late over there.”

“Nah, you know me. I’ve always been a night owl. How’s paradise?”

You turn your phone camera to show him the view.

“Wow…that is amazing.”

You turn the camera back to you. “Did you get my pictures from the summit?”

“I did. It never disappoints! Looks like Jungkookie had a good time there.”

“Yeah, he did. He’s passed out right now and asked me to wake him up before dinner,” you look back at him still fast asleep, snoring on the hammock--his hammock, he says. Your hike and other afternoon activities tired him out.

Hobi chuckles.“Always good to get a nap in. And how are you?”

“I’m fine.”

“Uh huh,” he responds skeptically.

“No, really. I’m having fun. Jungkook has been great company.”

“Glad to hear it. You both deserve a break.”

“Thanks. We didn’t realize how much we needed it.”

“Since you’re on a high, I have more news for you. Good news--that is. The last place that we checked out? It took a little hardball on my end but…they’ve accepted your offer,” he finishes with a big grin on his face.

You clasp your hand over your mouth in genuine surprise. “Oh my gosh, Hobi! You are a miracle worker,” you exclaimed.

“Yeah, it’s great! You’re coming back to a fresh start and Stella is still my friend so, it’s a win-win,” he chuckles, as he pours himself a glass of white wine.

“You’re the best,” you say as you clutch your chest.

“And don’t you forget it. The bank should get all the paperwork done in a couple days so all you need to do is sign on the dotted line and we’ll go into escrow when you get your butt back here.”

“Thank you. Thank you...I--,” you start getting choked up. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”

“I’m just happy to do something for you. I know that the last few months have been rough...”

“Hobi…”

“No, YN…let me finish. Now, I know that you and I don’t have the same relationship that you and Jungkook have and it looks like he’s already doing a great job of taking care of your needs--”

You inwardly cringe at that last part.

“But you know I would do everything that I could to see you happy again. And shit, if it’s making a million calls or taking care of some of your business out here, I’m more than happy to do that for you.”

You sniff and nod in agreement.

What he’s not telling you is that he refused the commission on this sale. You were his sister so he decided to use his own percentage as a bargaining chip to secure this property for you. And his gamble paid off.

Hobi made a profitable living in his line of work and just on principle, he could not and would not take your money.

His eyes start to get misty as well and he quickly dabs the corners with his fingers. “Ok, truthfully, I did not mean for this to be a sob-fest…I really just wanted to deliver some good news to you.” He raises his glass to the camera and toasts to you and takes a sip of his wine.

You choke out a soft chuckle. “Yes, yes you did. I feel like it’s not enough that I say thank you for everything that you’ve done for me but--”

“Seeing you smile again makes my heart full. That’s more than a million thank you’s worth to me.”

“I love you, oppa.”

“I love you, YN.”

***

Your days in paradise wane as your flight back home approaches.

Today, you spent most of the day packing your things and to avoid excess baggage fees, decided to send (mostly Jungkook’s and the soulmates’) Hawaiian snacks and souvenirs by overnight parcel.

No Dole whip for Jimin, sadly. However, you promised him that you’d look up the recipe and figure out how to make it at home since one of the items that they managed to grab after moving your things from your old house was a soft-serve ice cream maker.

It was one of the few items that Taehyung suggested you add to your wedding registry as a joke to find out if anybody would actually buy it for you.

Since you’ve been preoccupied most of your final day in Hawaii, you were fully aware that neither of you hadn’t had any sexual contact at all as opposed to the last couple days--which, to say the least, you spent more time with your bodies pressed against each other than not.

And the kissing? Oh, you couldn’t get enough of it. It brought your desire to heights you never thought possible. It felt just as good, if not better than when his mouth was between your legs, though you also didn’t mind the latter’s payoff.

It was good that the villa that you stayed in was a detached structure. Otherwise, you blushed at the thought of what the neighboring guests would think had you shared a wall. Not that you and Jungkook cared since nobody around here knew you anyway.

After ensuring that most rooms were emptied of your belongings, with the exception of some basic necessities, you walk by to see Jungkook laying outside on the hammock, a familiar scene through this whole trip, listening to the ocean waves crash into the shore.

You step out towards him to let him know that you did a final sweep and that you just need to roll your suitcases out in the morning.

After giving you a satisfied nod, he reaches out his arm towards you. “Lay with me?”

“Is this sturdy enough for both of us?”

“Eh, who cares? Just hop on.”

You carefully put your weight on the hammock as he scoots over to make room for you. He lifts his arm slightly to allow you to snuggle up to that nook, as you’ve done more times than you can count in the last few months.

This time, you weren’t feeling sad or anxious. You were content. And not just because you were laying in his arms but there was a certain calmness in your mind that you hadn’t experienced in a while unless you were medicated.

“What are you thinking?” He says as he lazily stroked your arm.

You took a deep sigh. “I’m thinking that…the last few days have been the happiest I’ve had in a while.”

“That’s really good. I’m glad.”

“What about you? What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that I’m happy that you’re happy.”

“No,” you chuckle, “For real, what are you thinking,” you coax.

“That is what I’m thinking, for real. I’m glad that we went on this trip together and that you’re slowly feeling better again.”

Yes, you suspected that all the sex may have altered your levels of serotonin and dopamine causing your mood to shift but you weren’t going to get into complexities and just wanted to enjoy this moment in time where nothing could possiby ruin it.

“I’m kind of excited to get back. I’m starting to feel good about looking forward to things again. And Hobi called me to say that I got the place.”

“Wow! That’s really good news, YN! I’m happy for you,” he says as he squeezes you closer to him.

“Thank you. It’s a new beginning. I’m not gonna lie, I’m really anxious but more excited about it.”

“I think that’s valid. You’re kind of starting over in a way but the good thing is that you have people who love and support you and will help you with whatever you need so you won’t feel completely lost.”

“Thank you, Kook. That means a lot.”

“Of course,” he says, continuing to stroke your arm and burying his nose in your hair.

“I’m going to miss this,” you say wistfully.

“Which part,” he asks with a devilish lilt to his voice.

You chuckle. “The view. The food. Spending all of this time with you,” you say as you start fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“M-hm,” he says.

“What?”

“Miss I-kissed-you-because-I-wanted-to,” he teases.

You pinch him on his pectoral. “What? You said the same thing!”

His chest booms with a hearty laugh. “Fine, fine. So…does this all just stay here?”

You exhale deeply and think about it for a minute. “I mean…I don’t think we should bring this back with us. Wouldn’t it be weird,” you ask as you look up at him to gauge his reaction.

“Yeah…these things usually don’t end well,” he says regretfully.

You groan in agreement. “Ugh. Yeah, you’re right. Why did we even do this?”

“I blame it on Hawaii,” he jokes.

“We probably shouldn’t come back here, ever again,” you respond sarcastically.

“You make it sound like it was all bad,” he mutters, slightly sounding affronted.

“No, of course not! I guess, it might be more fitting to say that it was good while it lasted,” you look back up at him again.

He doesn’t answer but returns your gaze instead and urges you closer to his lips. This kiss was slow...leisurely. You were in no hurry to come up for air.

You relish this kiss, as if you took your time to memorize each curve, each crease of his lips. And his tongue…the way it licked and explored your mouth, it’s as if he starved to taste you every time.

This time was going to be the last…and you both had to accept that.

******

You laid in bed, tossing and turning. You and Jungkook agreed to sleep in your separate rooms, after that makeout session on the hammock. You both decided that you had to cut off all sort of sexual contact beginning tonight, before heading back home in the morning.

You contemplated taking a pill to help you sleep but then you remembered that you had already packed it away in your suitcase. You begrudgingly get up from your bed to retrieve it so you could at least get a few hours of sleep on a bed. You never slept well on planes--at least not without a little alcoholic assistance.

As soon as you step out of your room, you see Jungkook doing the same.

You both stood in the middle of the room and instantly felt that familiar, magnetic pull that you’ve been trying to fight most of the night.

“I was just gonna get something from my suitcase,” you try to explain unnecessarily.

“Can’t sleep?”

You shake your head. “Not a wink.”

You were dressed in some cotton boxers and a tank top while all he had on was a pair of basketball shorts—and you could tell that he wasn’t wearing anything else underneath because you’ve spent enough time in the last couple of days familiarizing yourself with his dick print.

“Why are you up and about,” you ask him, trying to distract yourself.

“I was thinking about watching some TV out here for a bit,” he says, scratching his head.

“Oh, ok,” you say, noncommittal.

“You want to join me?”

You thought about it and the best decision would have been to take your pill, knock out, and not sit out here with shirtless, commando, Jungkook watching TV.

“Yeah, why not,” you shrug your shoulder.

He makes his way to the sofa and props his feet up on the ottoman while you stop by the mini fridge to grab yourself a drink of water. You know...because you were thirsty.

“Anything in particular you want to watch?”

“Doesn’t matter to me,” you say as you make your way to the couch and sit about a foot away from him, also propping your feet up.

He silently chuckles at the space that you put between you two.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he says as he tongues his lip ring.

He continues to flip through channels and settles on a documentary about African penguins. The narrator was droning on about how they were mostly monogamous creatures unless breeding failed, in which case they would go off and find a new partner to mate with.

“I’m hungry. Gonna get a snack,” he says as he gets up to return to his room.

You knew that he packed a few treats in his carry-on just in case the snack package that you shipped out this afternoon was going to be delayed. After a few minutes of scrounging around his room, he re-emerges empty-handed.

“Changed your mind,” you ask, briefly looking away from the TV.

“Yeah. I didn’t really want to look puffy in the morning,” he responds as he lazily plops back on the couch, now sitting close enough to you where your thigh touches the silky, soft material of his shorts.

As he props his feet back up on the ottoman, his body shifts ever-so-slightly towards you so your shoulders touch--making you squirm in arousal.

Geez, it was just his shoulder!

In an effort to try to stay focused on this penguin documentary, you reach over to take another sip of your water. The bottle was ice-cold when you took it from the fridge but now large beads of condensation have built up on the outside while it sat on the coffee table. As you tilt it back to take a swig, drops start to fall on your bare thigh.

Suddenly, you flinch when you feel him swiping the stray water droplets with his finger across your skin towards your knee.

It made you moan and in an instant you were moving to straddle his hips to kiss him. He nipped at your lower lip, then thrust his tongue into your mouth, holding you where he wanted you with his hand cupping the back of your neck.

Hunger coursed through your body, something you hoped to control but clearly couldn’t.

His hand reaches between your legs and palms you. Your body jerks in reaction to the sudden aggression. He continued to massage your aching heat, deciding to slip his fingers up your shorts, that provided him easy access.

You whimper as you felt him slide your panties to the side and rub his skilled fingers against your dripping flesh.

“Fuck, you’re this wet already?”

“Just shut up and grab a condom,” you spit out.

“So bossy, aah—“ he groans, as he feels you grind onto his erection.

“C’mon, Jungkook…please,” you whine petulantly.

“I already did,” as he produces a foil packet from his pocket.

It turns out that you were the snack that he actually had in mind when he came up empty-handed from his room.

He gives you a smirk as he sees the realization set in your eyes.

“Fiend,” you tease.

“I only learned from the best.”

You get up off him to shed your bottoms as he pulls down on his waistband to put the condom on. And you were right, he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

You mount him again but before lowering your hips on him, he slides two fingers into you to stretch you out for him further.

After several agonizing pumps of his fingers, he pulls them out and guides your entrance over the tip of his cock.

Your jaw slackened as you felt him enter you, inch by inch. His face, also strained, biting his lip as he felt your walls squeezing him.

As you start to roll your hips towards him, you bend your neck down to kiss him again, deeply, as if your life depended on it. He breaks the kiss, moving his arm to arch your back while the other lifts the hem of your top to bring up a nipple to his mouth.

“Fuuuuck,” you drag the words out as your arousal courses through your body like electricity.

He lifted his head and watched you with eyes darkened with lust as you rode him.

“You feel so good, YN. So fucking good,” he drawls.

He gripped your hips and urged you to lean backward, making you open up more and take him in deeper, pushing you closer to your orgasm.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out as he hits your core with each thrust.

He pressed his palm flat below your belly, touching your throbbing clit with the pad of his thumb, rubbing slow, calculated circles on it. Your whole body clenched and sucked him in deeper.

You open your eyes and look at him with heavy eyelids. He looked so delicious beneath you with his neck leaned back on the couch cushion, sweat beading on his forehead as your hips met every thrust of his.

“Shit, YN,” he bit out, his teeth grinding, “I’m gonna cum so hard.”

“I’m right there with you,” you choke out as sweat broke through your skin. He was so deep, you couldn’t stand it. Your body didn’t care as your walls started trembling around him as you edged closer and closer to your climax.

You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his as you continued to ride him. Both of you, lost in each other. It was the ending of something that had just begun. For reasons that you had both agreed on, you decided not to complicate things for both of you when you returned from your trip. Your friendship was important to both of you and the thought of going into a secret fuck-buddy situation was not appealing to you…no matter how good the sex was.

And my god, was it good! Every inch of your body was dripping with moisture. It was as if it was in mourning, knowing that this was a final farewell-fuck of sorts before things went back to normal.

“Oooh, fuckkk,” you scream as your body goes into spasms while your orgasm rips through you, gasping his name. He watched you fall apart and held your gaze as his final thrusts pushed him to the edge of his own climax. “Fuck, fuck, fuck...” he came as you did, hard and ferocious.

He pulls out of you gingerly and discards the condom, grabbing a tissue that was on a corner table next to the couch and pulls his pants back up while you put your own clothes back on.

He sits back down and urges you to sit on his lap again, and you oblige. He curls up to you and pulls you into an embrace. For a moment, you just held each other, waiting for your heart rates to calm down.

As you come off his chest, your eyes lock after you brush off sweat-moistened strands off his forehead. You kiss him tenderly then graze the tip of your nose to his. No further words were exchanged. They weren’t necessary.

******

Hobi called you the morning of your flight informing you that the home sale paperwork is ready for you to sign and the bank was hoping to get everything processed before the weekend. Since you were flying back in the middle of the week, time was of the essence. He suggested that he pick you and Jungkook up from the airport instead of Jimin so you could head straight to his office.

Jungkook didn’t mind tagging along. This was a huge milestone for you and a few extra minutes signing paperwork was worth the wait.

After several signatures authorizing the release of multiple thousands of dollars, Hobi finally drops you both off back at Jungkook’s place.

Jimin and Taehyung were already waiting there as Jungkook handed them his keys in case of emergencies.

“Heeeyyy,” they both yell as you walk through the door.

“We brought some dinner for you guys,” Taehyung says as he sets some dumplings on plates.

“Tae, you didn’t have to do all of this fancy plating. They’re all going in the same place,” you joke.

“Oh, c’mon. It’s the least we could do to thank you for all the snacks that you brought back with you,” he says with a laugh.

“The tracking information says it should be arriving in a couple hours,” Jungkook says as he drags his suitcase into his room.

“Good, because I saved my dessert stomach for this,” Jimin says.

“Well, let’s dig in then. I have some beer chilling in the fridge. YN, I know it’s not as good as the mai tais there but here you go,” Taehyung hands you a glass of wine.

“Mm, thank you Tae,” you hum as you take a sip of that crisp rosé.

As you dine on the dumplings that they brought over for dinner, the courier arrives delivering the snack box that you mailed the day before.

Tae excitedly opens a box of his chocolate-covered macadamia nuts while Jimin starts snacking on Hurricane popcorn.

While they snacked, you regaled them with stories from your vacation, glossing over certain details. Neither you or Jungkook, missed a beat. It was just like one of your regular hangouts--jokes, snacks, drinks, and more snacks. You all agreed that you all had to schedule a vacation together soon.

The topic of your move also came up and the soulmates were thrilled for you. You suggested hosting the holidays at your new place, to which all of your friends looked forward to.

At the end of the evening, Jungkook offered up his couch for your friends to crash on but they ultimately declined as they figured you wanted to recover from your vacation before you got back to work. Not to mention that you had to start packing up your things and sort through your storage rental in preparation for your impending move to your new home.

“Tired?” Jungkook asks as he shuts the door after saying your final goodbyes to Jimin and Tae

“Yeah, but the good kind of tired. I feel recharged, ironically.” You took a seat at one of the barstools on the kitchen counter.

“That’s good. Are you going back to the office tomorrow,” he walks over to the kitchen and leans his back against the sink, facing you.

“Not quite. I didn’t have any meetings scheduled so I asked Yoongi if I could work from home the rest of the week and he said it was fine. Are you going in?”

“Yeah, I have to stop by tomorrow and check on how that new startup campaign is going. We also just started planning for the new exhibit for the City Museum and I’m supposed to meet the curator on Friday. Lots of things rolling in--but it’s all good though. It’s exciting work and my team’s been working really hard,” he momentarily checks his phone for any incoming messages then promptly puts it away.

“I hope the vacation hasn’t backed up your work,” you ask with a hint of guilt.

“Nah, are you kidding? Whether or not I take a vacation, the work will never go away. At least I had a great time,” as he stared at you.

Heat rises to your cheeks.

“Yes…it’s definitely the best—” you stopped yourself right before you said best sex you ever had and instead settled on: “One of the best memories that I will hold on to.”

“Mm-hm…It’s definitely something that I’ll never forget either.”

You stare at each other in awkward silence. You decide to break it first.

“Well, I’m glad we had this talk. I’m gonna go and unpack.” You quickly hopped off the stool and walked to your room.

“Right. Uhm…I’m going to go take a shower.”

***

Jungkook closes his eyes, bows his head, and sighs as the water pressure hits his shoulders…in an attempt to clear his head. It’s short-lived because he starts to replay your last conversation. Flashbacks from the night before enter his thoughts. His cock twitches at the memory of his veiny hands caressing your skin. The sounds of your moans and ragged breaths as he brought you to the brink of your climax…he feels the blood start to rush to his cock as he thinks about your lips wrapping around--

“Geez, get a grip,” he mutters to himself as his eyes fly open and mentally smacks himself back to reality. “That’s all over now,” as he addressed his dick directly.

As he turns around to reach for the soap, he is startled by the shower door opening. As the shower steam clears, he sees your naked figure standing in front of him.

“I don’t know about you but my body still feels like I’m on Hawaiian time.”

His eyes rake you from top to bottom. As he stares back at your eyes, he looks to be having some sort of internal debate with himself. As you’re about to lose your nerve, he surprises you as he bites his lower lip.

“C’mere then.”

***

Jungkook was in his room checking emails while you decided to cook a late-night snack. All this sexual activity has caused you to become ravenous afterwards.

After searching through the fridge, you decided on some stir-fried noodles since you still had some leftover frozen vegetable mix, bacon, and kimchi.

It’s been a few minutes while you stand in front of the stove, waiting for the bacon to render when you feel the tip of his nose touch the base of your neck, which catches you by surprise.

“Mm…smells good,”

“The bacon?”

“Sure, that too,” he says as he gently caresses your elbow with his fingertips, causing you to feel wet and needy in an instant.

“Need help with anything,” you feel his warm breath on your ear.

“Mm, I think I can manage,” you say with as much self-control as possible when you pick up the bowl of vegetables to put saute in the pan while he still stands behind you.

“You sure? Because I can be very helpful,” he teases as he kisses the exposed skin at the base of your neck. You gasp while tingle runs down your spine.

At this point, you have the presence of mind to turn the burner off and move the pan aside and finally turn around to face him. His mouth, an inch away from yours while he cages you around the kitchen counter.

“Jungkook, I think we need to have another conversation.”

“Okay.”

“We should probably sit down,” as you motion him over to the couch.

He raises his eyebrows and walks over to the living room and sat down facing each other. As you both get comfortable, you grab a pillow and put it on your lap to try and calm your nerves.

“So, I know that we talked about just leaving things back in Hawaii...but--“

Now it was your turn to rub the back of your neck in anxiousness.

“But what are we doing?” Jungkook interrupts. “I mean, what happened in the shower was…woooh,” he says, while raising his eyebrows and puffs air out of his cheeks.

‘Woooh’ was right. You close your eyes momentarily and drag out a sigh so as not to get distracted by the memory of him pounding on you against the shower wall…Why couldn’t you just say it?

“We’re friends…having sex,” you pause. “Good sex, I would think?”

“You’re asking me,” he looks incredulous as he points to himself.

You groan in discomfort. “Ugh, please don’t make this any more uncomfortable for me than it is,” you say as you attempt to use the pillow to hide your embarrassment.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” he says as he pulls the pillow down from your face.

“Yes, I agree—that it’s good.”

“I guess the question is, if this is something that we would like to keep doing?”

“I’m not opposed to it,” he says without missing a beat.

His answer catches you off-guard. “Well that didn’t take you long to consider.”

“Are you opposed to it?” He immediately counters.

“No,” you say simply while you feel that familiar flutter in your belly.

He cocks his pierced eyebrow, trying to stifle a smile but nods instead. “Good.”

“Now that we’re in agreement on that, I think that we probably should set some ground rules of sorts. Would you be okay with that?”

“Yeah, I agree,” as he leans on his elbow against the couch.

It was clear that you couldn’t keep your hands off each other, try as you might. But you thought it might be prudent to set some rules or limits since you were no longer in a place where you could just slip in and out discreetly whenever you had the urge.

“First--kissing.” you begin.

“I like kissing you,” he says matter-of-factly.

“I do too,” you respond as heat pools between your thighs, thankful for the pillow that covered your legs.

“So we agree that kissing is fine but maybe we should not do that in public,” you added.

He nods in agreement. “Fair enough.”

“That also means, no other forms of PDA.”

“Fine,” he shrugs his shoulders.

“Chim and Tae?” You ask, tentatively. “You think they sense anything?”

“I don’t think so. I don’t think we gave them any hint earlier to cause any suspicions,” he says as he fidgets with his lip ring.

You purse your lips then nod your head.

“In any case, I don’t think that we should, you know, say anything. I think it might just complicate things…” he trails off.

“Yeah, I totally agree with that. Keep things simple, right,” you look at him reassuringly.

He shifts in his seat, continuing to chew on his lower lip. “What about… if and when we start dating other people,” he says, gazing at you.

The question floors you. You hadn’t really thought about that since technically, you were supposed to already be married at this point in time. The concept of dating was a pipe dream to you up until this point.

You come up with the most practical solution that you could think of. “Well then, it would make the most sense to just stop, right?”

He stares at you, unmoving.

Now it was your turn to shift in your seat. “I mean...we use protection all the time, and we should keep doing that. And when one of us starts seeing other people, we need to be upfront about it so there’s no mixed signals.”

He nods. “Right. And speaking of no mixed signals, if one of us is uncomfortable or not in the mood, we should say that outright, too.”

You immediately respond. “Totally! Consent is important and comfort level is as well. We should be good about communicating that. And no lies,” you added.

“No lies—ever,” he raises his eyebrows, trying to drive the point home.

“Good,” you look down for a moment, trying to let this conversation sink in.

“What about ‘us’,” he asks quietly.

“What about us,” you repeat as your head pops back up to look at him.

“I mean…are we still—‘us’,” he looks at you earnestly.

Nodding you say, “Jungkook, you’re still my person. Nothing’s changed the way I feel for you. And honestly, if one of us is having second thoughts at this point, we should stop this right now. No lies, right?”

“No lies. I just wanted to make sure that we don’t lose this,” he gestures between you two.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship either, which is why I think it’s important for us to establish that this is something that we both want. And if not, well…we’ve had our fun. We can just move on.”

Move on. Move on from kissing him, touching him, feeling him all over you. Was it really that easy?

“Okay...” he sounded tentative.

“Okay--what?,” you ask him, trying to get some clarity.

“I meant, ‘okay,’ I’m in if you’re in,” he responds.

You nod, dazed at the thought that you were really doing this...with Jungkook, no less.

“I need to hear you say it,” he utters…in the same manner when wants to know where you want to be touched, what makes you feel good, or if you were going to cum for him.

You swallow the lump in your throat. “Yes,” you say a little too breathily. After a beat, you clear your throat. “Should we shake on it,” as you hold your hand out to him, suddenly all business-like.

He takes your hand and grips it gently to shake it. Suddenly, he yanks your hand which makes your body jerk towards him, which makes your breath hitch. Your face now within an inch from him, he leans forward, giving you a light peck on your lips. But he doesn’t pull too far away, so you kiss him again—ardently. You cup his neck to pull him in closer as his hand moves to the small of your back. The contact was electric and sent heat coursing through your body.

“Bed?” He asks.

“No.” Your answer catches him by surprise. “Here’s fine,” you say matter-of-factly as you shrug your sweater off.

“Alright then. Sit tight,” he excuses himself to grab some condoms from his wallet.

***

You tapped on the keypad nervously as you stared into a dark screen with block text that read, The host will let you in shortly.

Your therapist usually started promptly but today, she was running six minutes behind. No big deal. Finally, the screen flickers and the little swirly icon comes up signalling you that your doctor was in the process of entering the virtual room.

“Hi, YN. I’m so sorry for running behind. We had a bit of a connection issue not long ago,” she says apologetically.

“Oh, that’s alright. It’s my work-from-home day and I wasn’t really waiting long.”

“Well, regardless. I appreciate your patience. So, how was your trip,” she jumps right into it.

“It was really good. I kept repeating this to anybody who would listen but I didn’t know how much I needed it until I got there and experienced it.”

“That’s wonderful to hear. Sometimes a change of scenery helps boost your mood.”

“It did, it really did.”

“Good. So, since we last spoke, have there been other changes to your status,” she asks as she clicks her pen, preparing to jot down any therapy notes.

“Uhm…” you hesitate and grip the sides of your laptop’s keyboard as you sort through your thoughts. And yes, many, many things have changed since you last spoke. But you weren’t comfortable divulging that information to her just yet.

“I’m moving soon.” That was major enough information for you that you were comfortable sharing.

“Oh? That’s good,” as she starts jotting notes down on her notepad. “You previously mentioned that your brother was helping you find a new home.”

“Yes, he has--I mean, I have--found a new home. I just signed the documents the other day and…yeah, moving soon once that designated waiting period is done.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“I’m nervous but excited about it as well. I’ve been living with my friend for the last three months so I’m really looking forward to finally getting my own space. Something that’s mine again.”

“Were you feeling uncomfortable there?”

“No, no. That’s not what I meant by my last comment. I was thinking more along the lines of—I’m getting back on my feet, I’ll have my own space. This is actually the first time that I’ll be living on my own.”

“Really,” she raises her eyebrows.

“Yeah. After graduation, my job was local so I stayed with my parents. My ex—I didn’t move in with him until we got engaged. I spent many nights at his place and left a few things there while we dated but I never really moved in full-time even though he asked me.”

“And why is that?”

“I think, subconsciously, I thought about what my parents would think—moving in with somebody whom I wasn’t married to or at least engaged to be married to. Or maybe I was worried about what the rest of my relatives would say to them. I was afraid of scrutiny, I guess.”

“Hmm,” she jotted more notes down. “Was Derek your first serious relationship?”

“I’ve dated in high school and some in college. I even introduced a boyfriend to my family back then but—yeah, I guess you could say that he was my first serious relationship.”

“And when he asked to marry you, what made you agree to move in with him then?”

“Precisely that. We were getting married—he,” your fingers gesture air quotations “Sealed the deal, so to speak. I felt some assurance in that aspect.”

“Had you not before that,” she rested her chin on her hand.

“It’s not that I didn’t. I loved him and would like to think that I put a lot of effort into the relationship. We were both really into each other but we had both just graduated and getting a headstart on our careers. I didn’t want to hold him back especially since he was feeling some pressure from his family—they wanted him to run the company one day and I fully supported him in that.

I guess I was thinking more like—I’m probably not number one priority right now given his family circumstance so I didn’t want him to feel like he had to get sidetracked because of me.”

“Did his family dislike you?”

“No, no. I never felt any animosity while I was around them. I’ve always had a good relationship with each of them.”

It was the truth. It wasn’t just in your head. Yes, his family had money but they didn’t look at you like a piece of shit. You pushed Derek into the same direction that his family wanted him to take. You were great at family functions. You mingled with the right people, told the right jokes. You were the perfect girlfriend.

“Had they tried to reach out to you after the wedding?”

“Well, first of all—there was no wedding,” you caught yourself right before going on the offense and immediately dialed down the growing hostility in your tone.

“And secondly, they tried to but I wasn’t really up to it. I was in no condition, I was told. I think my brother fielded those calls, I’m not sure. At some point, I decided that it wasn’t necessary to maintain contact since I hadn’t heard from Derek anyway--but we had discussed this before.”

“Right, I have that in my notes,” as she lifted a page that was folded back. “I was only hoping to get some additional context. So, going back to your relationship with Derek—were you alright with not being his first priority?”

“I wouldn’t say that. Of course there were times when I wanted him to spend time with me but he couldn't. We started off intensely and it sort of waned not long after we graduated. Actually—I even suggested that we take a break since I felt that he was feeling really pressured at his job but he begged me not to. He said that he needed me.”

“Hmm. How did that make you feel,” she cocks her head to the side.

“At the time, it felt good to be needed. To be chosen. So, I stayed.”

“Why?”

“I loved him,” you said simply. “I wanted him to succeed…and if he thought that I could help him get there, in whatever capacity, then I would.”

“And what about your career? You said before that he was pretty influential. Had he helped you in any way?”

“No. And although his family was influential, I never really saw Derek as somebody who pulled strings like that. But, to answer your question, he made some suggestions and offered but I told him that it was unnecessary. For instance, I love my job and I was very lucky and happy to come across it when I did. I wanted to earn it and not get it because Derek’s dad had a hand in it.”

“Do you think that Derek resented his family’s influence?”

“I mean, I don’t know whether he did. And if he did, he didn’t tell me outright. I didn’t love him because of that.”

“And why did you love him?”

“I loved him because he told me that he wanted to take care of me. I spend most of my energy caring for my family and my friends. And just to iterate—I love my family very much and that’s my love language—but hearing him say those words…I guess in a way, I was looking for a person who would take the reins from me.”

“But you say that you felt that he didn’t put you first?”

“I thought that, yes. Before he started working, he did put me first. And when he asked me to marry him, I thought that was him putting me first.”

“Did you still think that you needed to keep one foot out the door even after the engagement?”

“I don’t know if I did. I mean, we moved in together. He bought us a house...I tried to make it into a home. That seems like something that a good wife would do.”

“But he was gone a lot?”

“A fair amount. He was finally moving up the ranks and not due to nepotism but he felt that he was finally earning the respect that he deserved. So I stepped back a little and let him enjoy the fruits of his labor.”

“Did you feel excluded in a way?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Did you ever verbalize that you needed him the way he did to you?”

You paused to think for what seemed like ages. “No, I guess I didn’t. Maybe I should have.”

“Did you actually need him? Or did you just think that because you felt that whatever he was feeling at the time needed reciprocation?”

“To a certain degree, I needed him. But I wasn’t about to bust through the doors and tell him to drop everything and pick me.”

“And why not, if he loved you, like he said he did?”

“That job was practically waiting for him since he’d been born. I just felt like, it wasn’t my place to try and usurp that. Besides, my friends and my family filled those gaps so it wasn’t like I needed his 100% all to myself. If he gave me 50, 30 percent that day, then others made up for the difference. I never felt that my life was lacking.”

“But why wouldn’t you demand 100% from a romantic partner? Especially one whom you were to spend the rest of your life with?”

The question dumbfounded you. “I…don’t really know how to answer that.”

“Can you try,” she probed gently.

You inhaled sharply. “Derek had a life before me and I had a life before he came along. I just…didn’t feel the need to turn his whole world upside-down to accommodate me. I’m one person--that’s my perspective.

For instance, my best friend of about 20 years—he’s been around most of my life. Then Derek comes along and says that I shouldn’t be so close to a man while I’m romantically involved with another. He’s my friend then all of a sudden just because my boyfriend says it, I’m suddenly not supposed to speak to him anymore? It was not gonna happen.”

“But relationships are about compromise, no?”

“Right,” you acquiesced. “And—because I loved Derek, I did compromise. I didn’t see my friend as much and by some happy coincidence, he had his own job and a girlfriend at the time that preoccupied him. I didn’t feel like I was abandoning him in a way and he seemed to understand because he saw that I was in a committed relationship.

So that placated Derek during the early stages of our relationship. Eventually, he grew used to him and my other friends’ presence. It wasn’t much of an issue from that point on.”

“And your friend--it’s Jungkook, correct?”

“Yes.”

“You say you’ve been friends for 20 years. That’s quite a long time, especially for a male-female dynamic.”

“Yes, it is.”

“And within that whole time, was there ever a hint of any connection beyond friendship,” as she rubbed her chin.

Suddenly, the room’s temperature felt like it increased ten-fold. You are now regretting the oversized fleece-lined sweatshirt that you wore to this video appointment.

“I didn’t think so. I can’t obviously speak for him but he didn’t really give me any signal or inclination that he wanted something beyond friendship.”

“How is your relationship now?”

You swallow the giant lump that had formed in your throat. Focus, YN.

Either the room temperature had reached a boiling point or this computer just started overheating on your lap. You decided to shift positions and set it down on the coffee table in front of you instead.

Still leaning forward after setting the computer down, your elbows resting on your knees, “I’d say that he’s probably been my rock throughout this whole ordeal.”

“That’s a pretty bold statement.”

“I disagree. I think it’s actually an understatement.”

“Oh? How so,” she briefly takes her glasses off to wipe some condensation off.

You took a deep breath to keep your composure as you tried to rattle off every single selfless act that your best friend has done for you.

“There...aren’t enough words to describe how much he’s come through for me. I definitely felt like I hit bottom months ago and I settled at the bottom of that hole. Everybody kept trying to coax me out of it. And he was--certainly the most persistent,” you nodded and caught your bottom lip with your teeth as a teardrop rolled down your cheek.

“He just--would not leave me there,” you let out a humorless laugh.

You sniffled and wiped the tears away. “He kept his grip on me and dragged me out of there. I was dead weight and he still dragged me out.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself--suddenly feeling a cool rush of air.

“I don’t know if I could ever repay him.”

“Mm,” she writes more notes down.

“I’m not trying to stray away from Jungkook and I will broach that topic with this. Do you have any close girlfriends?”

“Not really. I did back when I was growing up but ultimately, I never really took to them like I did Jungkook.”

“And why is that?”

“Well…the thing with some girls—the ones I’ve dealt with—is that when you approach them, they instantly try and analyze where you fit in their little world. Are you the sweet one? Are you cool? Are you the smart one? Are you the type that boys go after? They try to figure out how they compare to you.”

“That’s a lot to unpack there. Can you expand on that?”

“Like--subtle things. They look at the way you dress, the way you act, or talk--how you wore your hair…and when they’re done with that assessment, they treat you accordingly. I always felt like there was a catch beneath all of the smiles and hugs. For a while, I played that game but I just grew tired of it.”

“But Jungkook was not like that?”

“Jungkook...he never looked at me the way those girls did. He just saw me for me. No false pretenses whatsoever. He wanted to be around me because he simply wanted to and not because he thought that he could get something out of me. And I felt the same towards him--he was just that--a friend. A friend that I didn’t need to impress or try to mold myself into whatever cutout of...of life that he had in mind.

It felt good. And to be honest, I don’t even know why I had thought to deviate from him and tried to be some quote, normal girl, who needed a pack of girlfriends to get through life. It turns out that it was completely unnecessary for me.”

“He sounds like the perfect friend,” she looked up at you from her notes.

“He would probably beg to differ,” you chuckle. “He’s always so hard on himself. And--he’s been through a lot as well. It wasn’t always a smooth ride for him but he’s worked very hard to get to where he’s at now and I’m very happy for him--genuinely. For him to continue to include me in that...I think it’s fair that I also include him in my happiness--whenever I get there again.”

“You shouldn’t be too hard on yourself either. You’re here and you’re working at it. It’s all part of the journey. Some journeys are like quick trips, some take a little longer and could include many detours. It’s a whole process. Alright?”

You nod at this.

“So, we’ve come up on time. Let’s pick this back up again next session, okay? I think at this point, it might be good to taper these meetings. Do you agree?”

“Yes, I agree,” you say confidently. You were feeling a lot better and have come a long way in over two months. Your medication was helping, you were on the right track.

“Good. I’ll have my assistant call you for my next availability sometime tomorrow.”

“Thanks, doc.”

“You’re welcome. Have a good rest of your afternoon, YN,” as she ends the virtual meeting.

***

At the City Museum offices, Jungkook walks into a conference room 10 minutes early to prepare for his meeting with the curator and his team. He checked in with one of his staff to make sure that all materials were ready for the pitch and that his presentation was plugged into the screens. This was a standing contract so the meeting was more to iterate on visuals for the new exhibit that was to be unveiled in two months.

A few minutes later, the museum staff walk through along with their curator. Jungkook approaches him with a handshake and brief hug.

“Jungkook-ssi, good to see you,” he greets him, his left dimple visible as he flashes a smile.

“Namjoon-ssi, how have you been?”

“Busy time for us, as you can see,” as he throws his hands up.

“Oh, I bet,” Jungkook commiserates.

Kim Namjoon has been the City Museum’s curator for the past three years. He and Jungkook met during one of the launches for an exhibit. Jungkook had only been a junior staff then and the museum account was one of his first client-facing meetings. Namjoon had been very impressed with Jungkook’s innovation and modern approach to each campaign.

Now that Jungkook has risen up the ranks, Namjoon personally requested that Jungkook primarily handle the promotions for all of the museum’s new and limited-time exhibits as the museum benefactors had also been equally impressed by his work.

Needless to say, they also struck a friendship since that first meeting and hung out occasionally, when time permitted.

“How was your vacation?”

“It was--really good.”

“And you went on that hike, as I suggested?”

“Yes, I did. Wow--you weren’t kidding about the view.”

“Right? It’s priceless.”

“I agree,” he nods.

“Listen, we should catch up over drinks soon. Hit me up later?

“Yeah, for sure!” He gives him a smile and a bro-handshake as Namjoon takes a seat next to his colleagues.

Jungkook scans the room, making sure that everyone is settled. As soon as the assistant closes the door and switches the lights off, he takes a deep breath to begin his presentation.

“Good afternoon, everyone! Thank you all for coming to this meeting.”

***

Two weeks later

At your new condo, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin are helping move your things. It was a short escrow, one of the best things that Hobi negotiated so you didn’t have to wait long to actually move in. Money has been transferred from your bank to the previous owners’ bank the week prior. Everything was cleared and now, here you were, in a space of your own, with your best people helping you settle.

It was a bit of a whirlwind but you were at least able to purchase a new bed and a new couch and had them delivered within a short period of time. Your dining furniture was a tad delayed but luckily, the previous owners had left a couple of barstools that were still in good condition by the breakfast counter so you wouldn’t have to eat all of your meals on the sofa.

You were in the kitchen rearranging your cupboards, retrieving some mugs and silverware that you kept in storage.

Repositioning the couch a few feet away are Jungkook and Taehyung--whose back is to you.

Taehyung abruptly stops to stare at Jungkook.

Jungkook, feeling the balance of weight tip over more to his side, he starts to complain. “Taehyung, what the fuck? This shit is heavy.”

Taehyung continues to eye him suspiciously.

Finally, Jungkook releases the couch with a huff and throws his hands in the air. “What? What are you looking at?”

“You had sex,” Taehyung blurts out.

You freeze which causes you to drop a fork.

“What?!” He coughs out as the color drains from his face.

Taehyung keeps his attention on Jungkook so you hurriedly crouch down to pick up the utensil.

You stay crouched on the floor behind the counter for a bit as you inwardly cringe, thankful that it was serving as some sort of shield for you as you try to compose yourself.

“Wh-what do you mean,” Jungkook tries to play dumb.

You slowly get up peeking from behind the sink and see that Taehyung still has his back to you. You and Jungkook make brief eye contact. It doesn’t seem like Taehyung noticed so you proceed (more like pretend) to continue organizing your utensil drawer while you discreetly listen to their exchange.

“Don’t play dumb. You heard me,” he says in a hushed tone. “You met somebody while you were in Hawaii.”

“Uhh--” His eyes subtly dart towards your direction again but he’s careful not to make it too obvious.

You widen your eyes and shake your head furiously at him, noting that you were trying to communicate from behind Taehyung’s head.

“What’s going on? Why do you have that look on your face?” Jimin remarks to Jungkook as he walks through the door with another box of your stuff.

“JK got a little action in the islands,” Taehyung says.

Jimin puts the box down on the floor, straightens up to look at Jungkook then slowly gives him a devilish grin but it quickly fades.

“Wait a minute…wasn’t this supposed to be a healing trip for YN? When did you sneak out to hook up,” he says in an equally hushed tone.

Jungkook tries to play it off.

“It’s not really a big deal guys,” as he bends over to try and nudge the couch again to straighten it out.

“Is she hot? Are you going to keep seeing her,” Taehyung asks excitedly.

Jungkook stops, straightens his back to look at Jimin and Tae who are anticipating his response. You chew at your bottom lip as he tries to come up with some believable excuse. Jimin also has his back to you—both he and Tae seemingly oblivious to your silent panic. You have an internal debate as to whether you should interrupt now and try to distract them.

“Uh… you know what,” Jungkook finally says after glancing at you. “We had our fun but she and I ultimately agreed that--it wouldn’t work out--realistically since I live and work in the mainland and all. And you know I don’t do long-distance.”

“Been there, done that,” he quickly adds with a nervous chuckle, hoping he has thrown off their scent.

Your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest in suspense.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Jimin finally says while Taehyung nods.

You quietly release your breath that you realized you have been holding this whole time as relief washes over you and Jungkook’s face.You then clear your throat, jumping at the opportunity to distract them further.

“Anybody hungry? The rice is almost done and I can fry some spam and eggs?”

“Yeeahhh,” they say in unison.

Mission accomplished…for now. When in doubt, food is always a perfect distraction for these two. You felt bad lying to your friends and you weren’t sure if they would understand why you and Jungkook had entered into this “agreement.” That would be one conversation you hoped to delay for as long as you could.

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[gay-jesus-probably]

I just finished listening to a 7 episode podcast series talking about the movie Cats and here's some quotes I enjoyed with no context:

"I saw Cats on the premiere night at (theatre whose name i forget)." "Oh shit, us too! We were the assholes that were screaming with laughter, clapping after songs, and gave a standing ovation at the end." "Wait, that was you!?"

"And after that I was really sick with the Corona virus - no, sorry, not the Corona virus, it was more the Heinekan virus, it wasn't as bad."

"Okay, so it's like you're being held at gunpoint right now and ordered to explain the plot of Cats. You have to have some kind of answer. Go." "And for our listeners, we are actually holding them at gunpoint, so you'd better make it fucking good."

"Hey, I'm Rum Tum Tugger and I like to fuck."

"Yeah, I found the lead cat to be pretty hot." "Does that make you uncomfortable?" "...Only if it was a real cat? I mean, I wouldn't be able to house-sit for you."

"So if you were Old Deutrenomy, would you have picked Grizabella to die?" "...Okay, would this be the time to admit that I was really high when I saw the movie?"

"Cats really works as like, a midnight movie. Everyone screams, sings along, applauds, and at the end we pick an audience member and ritually sacrifice them. It's great!"

"The visual effects in Cats are very much in the uncanny valley. The uncanny pussy, if you will."

"What's your favourite song?" "Uh, I really loved the opening Jellicle song." "Okay, follow up question: ~Are you blind when you're booorn~?"

"NOBODY KILLS ANYBODY IN CATS!" "I mean, I would argue they all killed Grizabella at the end."

"I played Rum Tum Tugger in a stage show, and it was really unfortunate, because Andrew Lloyd Webber apparently saw a rapper busking in London, really liked it, and so he re-wrote Rum Tum Tugger to be a street cat that raps most of his song. My costume involved a backwards hat that said 'CHAOS' on it. The dance break included airhorns every few seconds while I was spinning on my head and shit. This was in 2015."

"So if someone could just assassinate Hugh Jackman, I'd really appreciate it."

"Cats is like Australian Idol, but the judges kill you at the end." "...I would watch that."

"The Heaviside Layer is like, cat heaven. Pussy heaven." "...Fuck, we should've named this podcast Pussy Heaven, what the fuck were we thinking?"

"It's just too deep in the uncanny valley. It's like the uncanny Marianna's Trench."

"I think that the dogs in this world also have people faces, like all the cats, mice and cockroaches. And so the humans all have animal faces. It's only fair."

"You convinced me to go see the movie, and I fucking hated it. About 40 minutes in I texted you saying this is horrible, I have no idea what's going on-" "When I got your text I was going to reply with 'it all gets explained at the end' just to fuck with you, but then I thought about it, realized you'd definitely kill me, and deleted it."

"I never thought I wouldn't enjoy seeing Idris Elba looking mostly naked, but here we are."

"We tried to DM every single cast member to do a guest spot on our stupid podcast. We DM'd Rebel Wilson, James Cordon, Sir Ian McKellan - who does not check his DM's by the way - and almost everyone either didn't see the message or just left us on read. Steven McRae is the only one who responded."

"I show up on set that morning, go to my trailer, check the list of whose in the scene we're doing today and I see oh, it's Rebel Wilson, James Cordon, Taylor Swift, Idris Elbra, Dame Judy Dench, Sir Ian McKellan... and Steven McRae. Nobody warned me in advance. I honestly didn't believe it at first, I thought I was being pranked."

"I was wearing bright red suspenders, of course I knew I wasn't in a serious movie."

"So for three days in a row we all got to spend twelve hours just sitting around on set watching Sir Ian McKellan monologue. It was amazing."

"I'd never sung before. Ever. And they couldn't decide if they wanted Skimbleshanks to be Scottish or Northern, so I had to learn all these new accents, and learn how to sing in them, which just made it harder. Then the first time I had to sing on set, it was directly in front of Dame Judy Dench herself. Just in case I wasn't under enough pressure already."

[cjsinkythoughts]

Flaws

Written for @honeysucklesteve​’s 4k writing challenge! If you haven’t, go check her out because she’s amazing!

Pairing: Mickey Henry x fem!Reader

Summary: You hate his music taste. He hates yours. You have a bad habit of stealing his gigs. He has a bad habit of fucking you until you can’t walk straight. Everyone has flaws. What are you to do about it?

Word Count: 3822

Warnings: Cursing, hate sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight edging, there’s a mirror involved, drugs, alcohol, clubbing, smoking, one mention of lung cancer, mentions of Monday’s plot, so slight spoilers; (I hope I’m not forgetting anything. These kinds of warnings are new to me. If I am, feel free to tell me.)

18+ PLEASE!!! MINORS DNI!!!

A/N: I know I haven’t posted in a while, but here you go! I’m so nervous about posting this. Honestly. I feel like I kinda rushed it a little? I dunno if it’s good. Uhm, I will say that Mickey is not soft in this. You know how he’s all cute and flirty in the movie? Yeah. Not here. I have plans to write for him later on where he’s more on character and adorable and all that, but it’s enemies to lovers and he hates reader and reader hates him. So. Yeah. Have fun with that.

This is a few firsts for me; first published smut, first Mickey Henry fic, and first enemies-to-lovers ever! I’m attached to friends-to-lovers (my parents’ fault), so going in the opposite direction is exciting and I hope it works out! (We’ll see what it can become after it’s been written.) 

Also! Yes, I’m adding the link to the inspiration of the remix here. You’ll see what I’m talking about. I imagine more bass, but that’s basically it.

As always, all mistakes are mine and please excuse them as it’s not beta’d! Be kind to yourselves and others! Stay tuned and enjoy!

Part Two - Addictions

My Masterlist

*****

Between the tumultuous, voice losing cheers and the pounding, headache inducing bass, it’s a miracle the occupants of the building can hear anything at all. The large room is doused in bright pinks, purples and blues, glitter getting into every pore and crack, the smell of cigarette smoke and booze lingering in the air. 

Bodies pressed together uncomfortably tight, breath and sweat mixing in a way that can’t be enjoyable, but no one notices because they’re all too high and drunk. There’s a couple swallowing each other in every dark corner of the room. A group of guys looking to get some are laughing rather obnoxiously at the bar, having consumed far too much alcohol to be safe. 

Bouncers are escorting people out left and right; a streaker who decided to get on a table and dance, a couple who took it a bit too far over the bar counter, a group of girls who were no doubt too young to be in such an environment. Boisterous, chaotic, borderline dangerous.

There’s no place he’d rather be on a Friday night.

Up on the center stage, playing around with his tracks, messing with the turntables, pulse connecting to the music, head bobbing with the beat. He’s in control. 

Every party. Every Friday, Saturday, Sunday night. Every weekend.

He’s in control.

It’s what he liked so much about doing what he does. Once he’s booked, he’s booked. It’s his night. He controls the sounds people hear. He controls what they dance to. How they dance. The pace of the night. The feeling of the night. And no one can take it away from him.

No one, that is, except you.

He hears you before he sees you, which is nearly impossible considering how loud the music is, but you somehow manage to take control of the room the moment you walk in it. You always get what you want with a bat of your eyelashes. And if you aren’t given it, you take what you want without regard for other people.

It really really pisses him off.

You’re laughing with a group of your friends, guys and girls’ heads swiveling to stare at you, captivating every heart in the room as per usual. You always show up with the same group, but he doesn’t even know any of their names even though you run in the same circles. It’s not like you end up hanging out with them for long, and you never leave with them. No, no. You always leave with him.

And that pissed him off too. 

He can’t help it. He has absolutely no control over himself when it comes to you. And he hates you for it. He hates that he lets you take over with only a few snarky comments in his defense. He hates that you always get into his head. And he hates that you’re the best fuck he’d ever had and he can never get enough of you.

But most of all…he hates your music.

“Hey, hey! There he is!” You send him that infuriating smile of yours, a drink in your hand. It’s a flaw of yours. One of many, but probably the biggest. Alcohol. Like him and his cigarettes. He watches you with narrowed eyes as you effortlessly move through the crowd, your girls and guys seeming to vanish into the mob with every step you take.

You end up in front of the stage, leaning on it and giving him a smirk as you sip on your beverage choice of the night. It’s always something different. The only common factor is the alcohol you crave, letting it wash over your tongue, burn down your throat and slip into your veins.

“Heya, Mouse!”

“Don’t call me that!” He shouts with a growl over the music, pulling his headphones down around his neck. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“I got called this morning! Said there was a gig tonight!”

He shakes his head, gesturing to the set up. “You’re a bit too late there, sunshine! Gig’s booked!”

You shake your head back at him. “I’m taking over from here, Mouse!”

“Says who?!”

“Argyris!”

His jaw clenches, his forehead creasing, a skeptical scoff leaving his lips. “Fuck you! No he didn’t! He said this one’s mine!”

You just give a shrug, no cares in the world, downing the rest of your drink. “You can fuck me later! For now, if you wanna whine about it, Daddy’s over there!”

Another growl leaves his chest as he scowls at you, eyes darting to where you’re pointing. Argyris is by the bar, of course, swaying on the seat. Barking out a laugh, he looks at you with a shake of his head. “He’s so drunk he probably shit himself again! You can’t take his word for it!”

“I can when he called me this morning, sober as he can get!” You shoot back, hopping up to stand besides him. “Besides! Someone’s gotta make sure these people have an actual good time!”

“Don’t touch anything until I get back!” He snaps, pointing warningly at you as he starts to walk towards Argyris.

You smile innocently, even though he knows you’re anything but. “Yes, sir!”

He marches over to his asshole friend and grabs him by the shirt, turning him around. “Mickey! Havin’ a good time?!”

Mickey glares, feeling his blood boil and his ears heat up, not from the proximity of strangers around him. “What the fuck?! You told sunshine over there that she could have my gig?!”

“I thought you’d wanna break! Dance and relax for a little bit! It’s only a two hour slot I gave her!”

“You should’ve fucking asked, Argyris! I don’t want her anywhere near my-” His sentence is cut off by a change in the music and he whips over to the stage where you’re grinning and jumping with the crowd. You catch his eye and throw him a wink, holding one of the headphone cups over your ear. “ Oh for the love of - she’s messing with my stuff!”

“I thought you liked her!”

Spluttering, Mickey gapes at the other man in disbelief. “Like her? I can’t stand her! She’s so fucking annoying!”

“What’s so annoying about her?!”

Mickey snatches the drink Argyris was about to gulp down and slams it on the counter. “She’s a spoiled fucking brat! Everyone lets her do whatever she wants! She steals half my fucking gigs! And her music is shit! Listen to this!”

Argyris looks around the room and shrugs. “Everyone else seems to like it! Sure it’s different than your disco-”

“It’s not disco!”

“But it’s a crowd pleaser! Just relax! Have a drink and go dance!”

“Argyris!” Wanting to scream in frustration, he watches the man stumble off to get another drink down the bar. “Dammit! This is fucking shit.” Grumbling to himself, Mickey storms back over to the stage, easily pulling himself up.

You bite your lip and raise an eyebrow at him. “So?! How’d your date with Argyris go?!”

“I hate you so fucking much! Use your own fucking headphones!” He snatches the pair from your neck, pulling the cord out. “Why do you always have to steal my gigs?!”

You shrug, leaning forwards to brush your lips against his ear. “Yours are so much fun.”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, eyebrows furrowing. This always happens. Every time. The moment he feels in control, you do something and he feels every ounce of himself slipping away. It’s the reason he fucks you. To take back that control he so easily gives to you. To make sure you understand that on the weekends, he’s in charge.

But not tonight. No, no. Not tonight. He refuses to get caught up in that game tonight. You wouldn’t end up in an alley or some bathroom with him. He wouldn’t end up on your couch or in his kitchen with you. He refuses to let it happen. Again.

Instead, he lets out a chuckle and nods. “Yeah. Okay. Whatever sunshine.” He takes a step back, giving you a smirk as your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You have fun playing your shitty music!”

“Have fun moping!” You call back, turning to the table and ignoring him completely as he groans and jumps off the stage.

Good God. You’re infuriating.

But so is he.

You hate Mickey Henry. You just do. You hate that he has zero responsibilities and gets away with it. You hate that he can charm his way out of any situation. You hate how immature he is and how no one ever forces him to grow up. And you hate how easily you let him take charge when he’s with you. After a life full of people making choices for you, you crave control, but with him? The moment he tells you to get on your knees, you fall, no matter where you are or what you’re doing.

But most of all…you hate his music.

You take his gigs to save people from listening to it, but also so he knows he can’t talk every situation into his favor. That Argyris can’t always take care of his job for him. He never checks up on gigs once Argyris tells him he has them. So it’s really his fault for not taking some responsibility.

Watching from the stage as your music flows through you, vibrating your bones and sinking into your skin, you’re not surprised to see him get out a cigarette as he heads to a mutual acquaintance of yours. He has many flaws, but that’s a major one. Like you and your alcohol. Him and his cigarettes. You wouldn’t be surprised if you learn a couple months from now that he has lung cancer.

Mickey is talking low to the guy and you already know what’s going on. That was a flaw you both shared. Drugs. He is much more intense than you though. While you’d be fine with some pot, he almost always hits hard with cocaine. Not that you’re innocent from that type yourself - you’d done it multiple times with the man himself if you ended up at each other’s place. Never in the bedroom. You never made it that far, and you don’t really care to. But after those times bent over the table, being pounded into the couch, hanging against the wall, you’d get high with him before one of you takes off.

You’re not exactly sure what happened earlier. You were a bit shocked when he stepped away. Not that you usually left so early, but he didn’t even stay to bicker some more.

Not that you care. You’re just…curious. Maybe he’s finally growing tired of the game you’ve been playing. You’ve been playing it for a few years now. With that weird little pause last year.

You actually thought he had changed.

Having run into him at a party, you prepared yourself for the arguing that no doubt would end in sex. But it didn’t. It didn’t even start. He was with someone. Like, steady with someone. As in dating someone. Living with her. To the point where his baby mama actually agreed to let him keep his boy in their apartment as long as they were together.

It was a weird six months. You two actually had real conversations. You knew how soft and goofy he could get; you had loads of mutual friends and often went to the same parties so you’d seen that side of him. It was just…odd because it never came out with you. But it did then. And you…liked it. You didn’t see him as often, especially once his kid was cleared to live with them. He stopped going out on weekends, started just attending the small shindigs your friends hosted, worked from home instead of DJing.

But then his girl - what was her name? Claire? Caitie? You can’t remember - left for a job in the States just a few months ago and he was back to square one. His baby mama took back the custody privileges, he went back to partying every weekend, and you fell right back into your petty bickering and rough fucking.

You feel bad. Really, you do. You heard that he’d actually loved that chick. And you know he wanted to see his kid more. You knew about the room at his place. But that almost made you hate him more. That he went right back to his old self. He didn’t even try. He got a taste of being a responsible adult, and then let it go.

Because no matter how hard people try, flaws are flaws. And no one can change that much.

As the night goes on, more booze enters your system, while more cocaine enters his. There’s the occasional glare or immature finger raising between you two. Mickey even sticks his tongue out at you while dancing with some broad, a smirk lifting up the corners of his mouth as yours twist down and your eyes roll.

Your features quickly morph into smug amusement as an idea pops into your head and his eyes narrow. What are you up to? He quickly finds out as you stop the music and bring a microphone to your lips.

“Hey, hey, party people! Everyone’s night going fantastic?!” Cheers are your response. Mickey scowls, not liking where this is going, and starts heading your way. You wink at him. “I’m gonna change it up for just this one song! It’s a dedication song to a good friend of mine! It’s a bit different than the usual stuff, but it’s a bop, I promise! Here’s to the Mouse!”

He immediately freezes as the song starts. “Meeska! Mooska! Mickey Mouse!” He feels his face heat up, his fists balling up at his sides, glaring at you and your shit eating grin as you roll your body to the beat, his feet taking him to the stage.

Effortlessly lifting himself onto it once more, he grabs both your wrists in one of his larger ones to stop the music without you interfering, his rings digging into your skin. “Aww! But, Mouse! We didn’t even get to the roll call!”

“Shut. Up.” He grits out through clenched teeth, putting something else on absentmindedly. He didn’t want Argyris on his ass later for leaving the crowd without music. “God. Stop being a fucking pain in my fucking ass for one fucking minute.”

You roll your eyes, but he’s pulling you away before you can reply. Next thing you know he’s shoving you into the bathroom, growling at the girls that were smoking up the place to get out.

“You think you’re so cute, don’t you, princess?” He hisses in your ear, slamming you against the door once the girls left. He’s so tired of giving in to you, but he can’t help it, crashing his lips against yours messily. Teeth and tongue, the taste of smoke and the fruity drink you had chosen for the night mixing, only making him press closer. Your hands get pinned above your head and he’s pulling your skirt up, bunching it at your waist. It’s rough and careless and fueled by loathing, but when is it not? “Think you’re so funny? Huh?”

“Yeah.” You breath, smirking as he slots a thigh between your legs, squeezing your hips and pressing you down against him, flexing the muscle and making you squirm.

His teeth are biting at your bottom lip and tugging, his hands dragging your clothed core along his thigh. “Let’s see how funny you think you are when I’m fucking you so hard you forget how to breathe.”

Your breath hitches and your hands previously above your head clutch onto his shirt at the friction against your clit. It’s not enough and he knows, but you don’t tell him. “All this over a silly song?” You jest.

He sneers back at you, ignoring your tease. “Did you get jealous, sunshine? Is that what happened? Is that why you decided to be a little shit?”

“Jealous?” You scoff as he attacks your neck, your hands quickly undoing his belt before he shoves his pants down, his briefs following along with your panties. “Jealous of you, maybe. That girl was hot. Way outta your lea - oh shit.”

You always forget how deep he reaches inside you, how much the stretch is. He’s not soft about it, entering you in one swift thrust, your hips connecting. His hands are dimpling your bare thighs, hefting you up so your legs wrap around his waist, rings on his fingers no doubt making imprints. The door against your back starts rattling with every movement, but the music outside was too loud for anyone to hear it.

“Not so mouthy now, are we?” He snaps in time with his hips. He can feel you tightening around him, your fingers dragging down his chest, trying desperately to pull his shirt off.

“C’mon, Mouse. That's all you got?” You pant out, a little whine leaving your lips when he leaves you suddenly, dropping you to your feet. “Mickey! What-”

He cuts you off by pushing you against the counter, a shout leaving your lip when he takes you from behind, making you surge forwards, your head almost hitting the mirror, pelvis hitting your ass with every piston of his hips. His hand is tangled in your hair and he tugs, making your head snap up. “Look at you. So fucked out. I did that. I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had and we both know it.” He isn’t wrong. Your makeup’s a mess, your hair is wrapped around his fingers.

“You’re the one who keeps fucking me.” You argue back, your spine arching as he hits that perfect spot inside you. Over and over and over.

He growls, leaning forwards to fold over you, his lips by your ear. “And who keep being a fucking brat? Huh? Who keeps coming to my gigs, fucking up my weekend? Practically begging me to fuck you.”

You scowl at him in the mirror. “I don’t beg.”

The chuckle that leaves his lips makes you shiver and you whimper when he tugs your hair harder, the sting of your scalp mixing with the pleasure his cock was giving you.

“You will. You may get everything you want from everyone else, princess, but I’m in charge here. Don’t. You. Forget.” His words are punctuated with a hard thrust, making you lurch forwards, your thighs pressing harshly against the counter.

“Oh God…Mickey,” that familiar tightness in your stomach appears, your eye clenching shut as your toes curl. “I’m so close…”

“Open your goddamn eyes. Look who’s doing this to you. Who fucking owns this pussy? Huh?”

Your eyes snap open and meet his again, his breaths fanning across your face, rapidly becoming less steady. “You.”

“That’s right. You wanna cum, sunshine?” You nod vigorously. He takes your lobe between his teeth and tugs as he stills his hips, keeping himself inside you. “Then beg.”

And, just like the many times before, you do. You do because you don’t actually care about begging. You care about him ruining you. That’s what you want. And you always get what you want. Fuck your dignity. 

He starts up slowly again as you plead, stopping a couple more times when you feel yourself getting close. “Mickey! Please, for the love of God!” He’s never edged you this much. Not this intensely. And not in the bathroom at a club. Usually it’s just a quickie before you take him home or vice versa.

But you pissed him off tonight. More so than usual. It was a good night and then you came along. Took his job. Played that dumb song. So he needs to remind you. Put you in your place. “You may be spoiled by everyone else, princess, but I’m the only one who can give you what you really want.”

“God, you’re so annoying.” You grind out through your clenched teeth.

He just smirks. “That wasn’t a denial. Let go, Y/N. Make a mess of my cock. Watch yourself fall apart for me.”

You do as he says, watching your jaw go slack in a silent scream, your body tensing, your legs shaking, as he finally lets you have what you want. Body going slack against the counter, he keeps rutting into you until he groans, a string of profanities leaving his lips as he spills inside you.

The both of you stay there, with him folded on top of you, his forehead resting against the nape of your neck, his grip on your hair loosening.

“That was fun. A little different.” You hum as he gets up. He’s glaring at you as you straighten and fix yourself. “Good orgasm though, so thanks for that. But I gotta get back to work now.”

“You’re such a pain in my ass.” He mutters, tucking himself away and pulling his pants up.

“Kinky. Maybe next time.” You wink at him through the mirror and his jaw ticks. He’s so fucking tired of it. Of you. How you let him have that one bit of control and then your right back to controlling the room once you get what you want. There’s so many nights where he wonders if he should just stop giving it to you. But then he’s inside you and he can’t help himself.

He watches you touch yourself up, although you still look thoroughly fucked, but you don’t seem to mind. This is new. You going back to the gig you stole after sex. He wonders if that was the last time for tonight, or if you’d be leaving together later too.

“I fucking hate you.” He spits out as you open the door, wanting to get the last word in.

You just smirk the same way he did to you earlier. “Yeah…but you love fucking me. Later, Mouse.”

Just like always, you’re the last comment as you walk out nonchalantly, even though he could see the slight wobble in your steps, the door shutting behind you, leaving him alone.

You hate Mickey Henry. You loathe him. You wish you never met him. But you can’t get enough. No matter how many times you convince yourself you have him where you want him, you know you don’t. You’d let him do anything to you. But you can’t stop. Like him and his cigarettes. He’s your flaw. And no matter how bad he is for you, you’re addicted.

Mickey Henry hates you. He loathes you. He wishes he never met you. But he can’t get enough. No matter how many times he convinces himself he’s in control, he knows he’s not. He always gives you what you want at the end of the day. But he can’t stop. Like you and your alcohol. You’re his flaw. And no matter how bad it is for him, he’s addicted.

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Taking Chances Chapter Eight: Family Dinner (Pranks/Dad Jokes)

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Bruce Wayne was not an emotional man. In fact, his emotional capability had once been compared to that of a teaspoon. He had emotions, obviously, but he didn’t express them. Or rather, he wasn’t sure how to express them. But staring down at the photo album in front of him, it was almost painful having no way to express his emotions. It was the most thoughtful gift he had ever received, and it was one that he would treasure forever. He didn’t have baby pictures of his other children. Dick’s were lost at some point while he was still with Haley’s Circus. Jason’s were lost when he had to live on the street. Tim...well, there were a few pictures of Tim. But they were all highly staged school pictures. And those didn’t start until kindergarten. And Damian….Talia wasn’t ever the type to be sentimental. Which meant there were no baby pictures of him either. But Marinette...her entire life had been catalogued. From sonograms, to her first Christmas and the first competition she won. Everything was laid out in order. Bruce turns back to the start of the book, prepared to close it, when an envelope catches his eye. He wasn’t focused on it when he first opened the book. He glances at Marinette and quirks an eyebrow. She frowns.

“Oh, that. Um, it’s the letter that Bridgette wrote to you. I haven’t actually read it, Maman said she hasn’t either. Your name was on the front and apparently she felt awkward opening a letter not addressed to her even with the situation and-” She stops talking, taking a deep breath before smiling. “Sorry. But, you can read it, if you want. I thought you might want to have it.”

“Thank you, Marinette.” He says, smiling slightly. He tries not to laugh when her face lights up seeing him smile. Note, try and show emotions more around Marinette, he thinks. Sitting back on his chair, he opens the envelope and stares down at the letter he should’ve received fourteen years ago.

Dear Bruce…

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Marinette lets out a sigh of relief as Mr. Wayne sits to read the letter. Tugging Adrien over to her brothers and plopping down on the loveseat, she smiles.

“So Marinette, I noticed the last time you were here you had a sketchbook. Do you draw a lot?” Dick asks, eyeing the lack of space between her and Adrien. Marinette resists the urge to glare at her brother. Was he seriously plotting some way to get her and Adrien away from each other right now? After Mr. Wayne had invited him? Seriously?

“Well, kinda.” She answers, pulling out her mini sketchbook from her purse. “I actually design clothes. So I draw, but it’s mostly clothes. Sometimes I’ll sketch architecture or flowers or something for inspiration but..” She trails off, tentatively passing her sketchbook to Dick. She watches, bouncing her leg as the awkward silence stretches on while Dick looks at the sketchbook with Tim and Jason glancing over his shoulders. And Cass standing behind the couch was also looking at the sketches. Trying not to feel awkward the longer the silence stretches, Marinette jumps as Tim starts choking on his coffee. He jumps towards her and she yelps, leaping off the loveseat and to the side in order to avoid him.

“What the hell Replacement?” Jason huffs. Tim ignores him, staring at her with wide eyes.

“Holy shit, it’s you.” He says.

“Language, Master Tim. Dinner is ready.” Alfred says, popping out of nowhere.

“What do you mean it’s me?” Marinette asks, taking her sketchbook back and stuffing it back into her purse.

“You’re MDC!” Tim practically yells, waving his (not empty) coffee cup around, barely missing dumping it on her head.

“Um, yes?” She says, confused at his level of excitement.

“How are you not freaking out about this?” Tim asks, turning to Dick and Jason who were trying to get him to follow them to the dining room. Key word being trying.

“Am I supposed to?” Dick asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Richard Grayson! As a fellow Jagged Stone fan you cannot tell me that you don’t recognize the name of his personal designer!” Tim yells. Dick’s eyes widen in realization, turning to Marinette with a shocked smile.

“Wait, that’s you? Marinette, that’s amazing! I knew your sketches were good, but wow. That’s just- wow!” Dick says, his entire face filled with pride. Marinette laughs awkwardly, her face heating up with all the attention. It was….a lot. But also nice.

“Yeah. I mean, I haven’t done an entire tour wardrobe yet, but I’m proud of the pieces that I have done.” She says.

“Terribly sorry, but it might be nice if we moved our conversations to the dining room.” Alfred says, a twinge of amusement clear on his face. Marinette glances over at Mr. Wayne who was still frozen, clutching the letter from her birth mother. She looks at Alfred and raises an eyebrow. He simply shakes his head and motions for her to go on. Sighing, she nods and follows her brothers (and Adrien, who was suddenly in an intense conversation with Tim about Jagged Stone) to the dining room. As they walk into the dining room, Marinette darts around Dick to snag the seat on the other side of Adrien. Tim sitting on one side of Adrien was fine. Adrien stuck between Tim and Dick? Not fine. She gives Dick a look, and he just smiles innocently before walking around and taking the seat across from Adrien. Should’ve seen that one coming. Once everyone is seated (besides Mr. Wayne, who had sent Alfred back in and instructed everyone to start without him) the conversations taper off, leaving the dining room in an awkward silence.

“Marinette, I have a very serious question for you.” Dick says, his smile telling her that the chances of it actually being a ‘very serious’ question are slim to none.

“Okay, sure.”

“Where do fruits go on vacation?” He asks, a wide grin stretching across his face. “Pear-is!” Marinette just blinks at him. That was almost as bad as-

“Oh my god! That was amazing!” Adrien cheers, laughing so hard he has to set his fork down. Oh god. There’s two of them.

“Really?” Dick asks, his face bright. Oh dear god please no.

“Oh yeah. That joke was pun-derful.” Adrien replies with a snort. Please god. Make it stop.

“I’m glad you think so. Everyone else seems a bit pun-sive.” Dick replies. That’s it. She’d willingly give Hawkmoth her Miraculous if it meant she could leave this dinner and the awful jokes happening. She’d even listen to her Papa’s jokes for an entire hour. As long as she could leave this cursed dinner. The sudden blaring from both her phone and Adrien’s makes her jump, and her eyes widen. Okay, no. She didn’t say the thing about the Miraculous out loud, so she doesn’t actually have to give it up, right? No, it’s fine. Taking it back won’t lead to anything crazy, right?

“Uh, I’m gonna run to the bathroom.” Marinette says, jumping up, frowning at Adrien as he jumps up with her.

“Me too!” He says. Marinette frowns. Way to make it obvious, Kitty.

“I’m fine, I can go to the bathroom by myself.” She insists, rushing off to the bathroom before Adrien can argue. She’d figure something out.

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Dick raises an eyebrow at Adrien’s shocked face.

“Did you need to go to the bathroom? We have more than one bathroom.” He says, worried that maybe the kid’s shocked face wasn’t because of Marinette’s hasty departure and instead because he really needed the bathroom.

“Oh. Um. No, I’m fine. Apparently.” He mutters the last word, dropping down into his seat and staring at his plate. Dick could see the boy’s hands twitching towards his phone like he wanted to check it, but was afraid of being rude. He was about to tell him that it was okay to check his phone when a blue circle of light appeared over the table. An arm covered in red spandex with black spots sticks out of the light (portal) and grabs Adrien by the front of his shirt. Before anyone can stop the arm, Adrien is through the portal. Gone. Well shit.

“Where are Adrien and Marinette?” Bruce asks, walking into the room and frowning at the empty chairs. Well shit!

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I was (randomly) rethinking abt your post when you said you were searching for another cartoon with good characters and great overarching plot and now I have a big question for ya.

Have you ever watched infinity train?

If you haven't, go watch it.

But like. don't look up anything about it. not even the description on internet. maybe just season 1's trailer on the CN YouTube channel.

I think you'll really like it!

If you have watched do you mind sharing your thoughts about it?

So Infinity Train had been on my list of cartoons to get to basically since it started airing in 2019 (I still remember seeing the experimental pilot adjacent piece that would hang around tumblr sometimes I wanna say around 2014-2016ish?) and I only got around to it November of this year. My partner and I basically binge watched the show together, doing anywhere from 2-6 episodes a night (greatly helped by how short the eps are, only 10 min, but mostly because of how goddamn engrossing the show is). We finished all four seasons in like just under two weeks.

So here is my official pitch to any TDP fan or any fan of animation in general to watch this amazing show because, I kid you not, it is now my third favourite cartoon of all time. Yeah.

Basic non spoilery premise: Kids get on a train when they need to figure something out in their life. Upon entering the train, they get a number on their hand; every number is different (usually). Passengers sometimes befriend denizens, sentient creatures on the train. Every train car is different; sometimes silly, sometimes a puzzle, and sometimes downright dangerous. Every season focuses on a different passenger and denizens, although there are interconnected references throughout

Slightly more in detail thoughts with very loose spoilers if someone wants to go in knowing nothing, but not enough to seriously spoil anything

Season one: best mystery factor, Atticus is best corgi boy and I almost rioted, I love one-one with my whole heart. Was not prepared for the emotional swerve in episode five but in retrospect I'm so happy it was there to not only like, be Good, but also set the stage for what's to come.

Season two. My personal favourite season feat. favourite dynamic. Jesse and MT are my exact ship type, and it felt like I was given a new form of Rayllum to love. Some of their dialogue was like, almost word for word parallels to Rayla and Callum, angry girl + soft boy who help each other mutually grow in a pseudo-canon simultaneously queerplatonic way and I ate that shit up. Their development is so sweet and perfect, both as friends and as individuals

Also very moving exploration of the concept of personhood that again, felt vaguely similar to TDP, as well as nb allegory? Hell yeah. I cried happy tears. Alan Dracula is king, love that bitch.

Season three. The best written season of the show I think, but can I just say, from the bottom of my heart, What the fuck? The meme below was my face the entire time.

The darkest piece of animation in tv I've ever seen, and I watched all of Transformers: Prime that had an organ harvesting plotline. It was forty minutes of uneasiness propelled forward by fascinating dysfunction and escalation of terror in a fucked up, loving, dangerously codependent relationship that is basically "No children" by the mountain goats or "Evelyn Evelyn" in a nutshell. I will think about this season every day for the rest of my life. I could literally feel myself becoming a better writer just by watching it. I can't even remember if I cried. Everything Shera was too much of a coward to do. Immaculate and hard hitting in every way. As good as it is fucked up. 10/10 antagonist-protagonists, I've never felt so much for an antagonist in my life

Season four. I love my gay Canasian musician sons. Continues Infinity Train's incredibly good exploration of messy relationships and all the way we can hurt and help each other through the muddle of good intentions. Love the Canadian rep and seeing two differing Asian experiences, as well as the lighter tone after s3. This song I literally just discovered really fits. The parallel framing device all throughout ep1 is masterful. Super sweet ending to the series. "Train to nowhere" <3

And while I am bitter and disappointed that we'll never get the 8 seasons that were planned, I am so grateful and happy we got these four. Literally changed the way I thought about animation and what the medium has been allowed to do. Will rewatch it often and book 3 whenever I'm in a place to be fucked up for a week afterwards. Seriously cannot say just how good this show is. God. It's so damn good