#the next ep will be rough and i know it

[neo-shitty]

[gentaroukisaragi]

Ultraman Blazar's Salutations From Episodes 1-5 (ft. Bazanga, Leviera, and a sleeping Dorgo)

Episode 1 as well as the rest of the series can be found on youtube for free with eng subtitles and an eng audio track if that interests you

[Video description: Ultraman Blazar, a colossal grey humanoid alien with red and blue markings on his body, and blue markings on his face, performs his signature salutation in several different places and times. This salutation consists of raising his arms up to the sky in a circular motion, and bringing his knee up before stepping into a lunge and scooping his arms down and upward.

From episode 1, in a city at night, the camera watches from below, as Blazar performs his salutation and his markings flash red and blue. The shot cuts to a wider one, showing off the buildings and Blazar's opponent, Bazanga, a prawn-like Kaiju. After his salute, Blazar moves his hands into a guarded, fighting stance.

From Episode 2: Blazar stands against the bright blue day sky in a small fishing village, with much shorter buildings. He faces the camera directly as he does his salutation, and the camera zooms in on him as he does it and his markings flash red and blue once more.

From Episode 3: Blazar is framed in a head and shoulder shot and smothered in smoke as his colour time, a big round spot on his chest that is normally blue, flashes red. Once more he faces the camera as he does his salutation, before flying off, kicking up dirt in his takeoff.

From episode 4: The camera pans over a cityscape, with a highway at the front of the scene. Once more it is night time and Blazar faces off against a monster among many many buildings. The monster is Leviera, a sea-angel themed kaiju whose face is open to reveal flashing yellow lights as Blazar does his salutation from the side. Leviera is aggressively ready to go.

From episode 5: Blazar stands behind the sleeping kaiju, Dorgo, who looks mostly like a hill of dirt in this shot. He performs his salutation, and immediately begins to push the sleeping Kaiju back to its proper resting place. The shot switches to one of Blazar from behind, as he continues to push Dorgo back into place, among the green hills and mountains of the Japanese countryside. With a thump, Dorgo returns to his resting spot, and Blazar turns to face the camera as he jumps up into the air to fly away.

End video description.]

[morgana-pendragon]

hallie was on the saving grace podcast and i got so curious about what she was talking about so now i’m watching big brother uk 20 and having thoughts and feelings. that to no one’s surprise are not shared with the tumblr dot com user base

[ladylannisterxo]

hbo may have glitched out like 10 times on me but i finally managed to catch up on tlou and if i thought 'long, long time' was devastating W E L L 'endure and survive' was devastation part two: electric boogaloo

can't believe this show did this to me again. how do i go on after that?!

[actssassin]

me   years   ago   connecting   barry   to   the   water   &   then   bill   going   on   to   say   that   barry   has   a   connection   to   the   ocean   because   it   symbolizes   freedom   ?   okay   .   .   .   when   can   i   help   write   season   4   ?

[perenlop]

jesus christ

[foli-vora]

radio static

pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

a/n: this gif is a fucking mess but i refuse to fight with photoshop any longer otherwise i will literally throw my computer out of the fucking window. anyway. ep 1 got me all kinds of fucked up. enjoy some porn with very minimal plot.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: very brief mention of something happening but no details and no spoilers. swearing, domestic softness, couples banter, SMUT 18+ ONLY: oral (f rec), unprotected p in v, brief handjob, nipple biting, creampie

It’s a hazy roll of pleasure, the bliss swimming through your bloodstream and stretching out along your limbs in waves upon waves of static heat.

He’s taking you nowhere fast, instead choosing to take his time, bouncing between leisurely working at your clit with firm, wide strokes of his tongue and dipping lower to force the muscle into your cunt and taste you deeper.

The threat of the climb lingers in the pit of your stomach, curdling low in your core and twisting further with every slick hot swipe and circle over your swollen clit. He’s doing it on purpose, dragging out your pleasure and intent on making you beg for it.

Soon—the words are already building in your throat.

A small part of you, the very small part of your mind that stays aware of what’s going on beyond Joel’s mouth, picks up on the sudden halt to the soft music that had been falling from the speaker next to your head, but it’s not enough to pry your attention away completely, not until the words destruction and mass incident suddenly break through the fog of lazy ecstasy hanging over your mind.

Would that explain the increase of emergency vehicles you’d seen on the roads lately? Is something happening? The reporter didn’t seem to be too panicked, but that didn’t mean a whole lot. It was their job to keep the calm forced into their voices. Mass incident? Destruction? What could it all mean? Were you all in danger?

“Can you turn that up?” You ask quietly, now distracted from the lips that break away from your cunt and press along the heated skin of your thigh. “The news—”

“Jesus,” Joel mutters against you before pulling away and looking up at you, “I’m out here with my head between your thighs, and you’re listenin’ to the fuckin’ news? You tryin’ to tell me somethin’, honey?”

“No, it just sounds important is all. Just for a minute, baby—please?”

He huffs quietly against you. 

Chuckling softly, you jerk away from the blunt edges of teeth that gently dig into your flesh with a startled cry and swat at him. His tell tale smile curls against your skin before he lifts himself up with a low groan, bracing his arms on either side of your torso and reaching over to turn the dial on his alarm radio.

You ache at the loss of his mouth, your clit throbbing from the sudden lack of attention. The desperate clench of your core is almost enough to shove him back down there and forget the whole fucking thing.

He couldn’t seem to care less about what they were saying, returning to licking and nipping at your skin, planting kiss after kiss along your collarbone and trying very hard to pry your attention away from the story falling from the speaker.

He succeeds for the most part, your eyes fluttering when a hot mouth encloses over a nipple and sucks at the stiffened peak firmly, his large calloused hand wrapping around the other and squeezing the supple flesh greedily.

The news… focus. What was that about injuries? God, who cares—

“Joel,” you sigh softly, winding your fingers through his ruffled hair and tugging at the dark tresses, “I’m trying to listen—”

“And I was tryin’ t’have a nice meal, but someone had other plans—the goddamn news,” he rumbles in rough amusement, grinning against your tit before tracing his way to the other side. “You just let me know when you’re done and I’ll get right back to borin’ you.”

“God, you’re such an ass,” you groan, unable to keep the growing smile from tugging at your lips and back arching from the teeth that pluck at your nipple, your features briefly creasing from the shock of delicious pain. “Oh fu—again—”

He does. He nips and bites until you’re squirming under him, your hands clawing at his shoulders. His next bite is sharper than the last and enough to tear a whine from your throat from the harsh force of it. The sharp sting shoots straight to your core, the muscles of your cunt tightening as heat continues to curdle in the pit of your stomach. 

A slick swipe of tongue soothes the leftover ache, the muscle winding round and round the abused bud and all thoughts of listening to the stupid news leave your mind.

Your fingers tighten in his hair and pull, tearing him away from your skin and diving forward to meld your mouth against his. It’s messy the instant his lips part, the kiss full of tongue and teeth with the taste of your cunt still lingering and now melting into your tastebuds.

“Careful,” he murmurs into your mouth, grinding the thick, hardened feel of his covered cock against your core, “don’t want to miss the weather report.”

“Dick,” you moan softly, feeling the soft cotton of his sweats dampen as they drag against your folds, “you know damn well you weren’t boring me.”

His chuckle is low, merely a rumble in his chest, but it sticks in his throat when you slip a hand beneath his waistband and wrap your fingers firmly around his hard cock, the thick length of it swelling in your hold. His hips jolt, briefly thrusting into your grip, and you’re the one chuckling now, your lips curled up against the brush of his facial hair.

“Not so mouthy now, are you?”

You tighten your hold, brushing the pad of your thumb over the weeping tip, smearing precum over his smooth skin before starting a steady pace up and down his length.

“Fuck—” his face crumbles, eyes slamming shut as the little dent between his brows deepens. “Move your hand out of the way, pretty girl, m-move—”

His fingers shake as they bat your hand out of the way, the long digits quickly wrapping around his cock and giving it one firm pump before lining up with your entrance and pushing forward. You hide your face in his shoulder, muffling your moan against his hot skin as his balls press tight against your ass.

“So fuckin’ warm,” he rasps into your throat, bracing himself on his elbows and encasing you into the mattress. “So—fuck, honey—”

He gives another thrust, pulling halfway out before rocking back forward, soon finding a steady rhythm that has you clutching at his back. The sounds falling your lips are caught on skin, the remaining sound of the muted cocktail of whines and groans dampened by the music now playing again.

“Joel, baby—” you breathe, running a hand along his throat and brushing a thumb over his lips as he works your body higher, his pubic bone rubbing and pushing against your aching clit with every upwards thrust, “—I love you.”

He physically shudders at your words, the cage of his arms hot and familiar. He nods, mouth hungry and messy as it tries to claim yours and you’re desperate to match his energy. The bed starts to give a creak with every steady plunge of his hips, and his hand flies up to clutch at the headboard, his biceps tensing with the effort he puts into silencing the bed. 

“I—s-shit—I love you,” he pants, the hot breath of his sharp exhales washing over your mouth. “I’m not—I can’t—fuck, play with yourself, honey—p-please. Make yourself cum, show me—”

His thighs roll up beneath yours and soon he’s rising away from you to kneel, keeping a hand locked around the top of the headboard and using it as leverage to thrust up harder into your cunt. It’s takes every bit of energy to not fucking wail, one hand flying up to brace yourself and the other falling to where your clit throbs.

He watches, frown heavy and focused, as you press the pads of your fingertips to the swollen nerve, the muscles in your thighs twitching and tensing with the delicious attention. 

It takes only a few circles of your deft fingers to send you over the long built up edge Joel had lazily built in your core, your face turning to hide in your outstretched arm to quieten your sounds of pure fucking bliss. He soon follows after you, urged on by the flutter and tightening of your hot walls around him.

The muscles along his jaw tighten with the effort he uses to keep quiet, his face creased and lost in his own waves of ecstasy as he fills you. Your cunt tightens around him one final time, the warmth of his cum soon seeping out from where his cock disappears into you.

He drops onto his back next to you, automatically raising his arm to welcome you into his side and you press into his body heat, pressing a wet kiss to his chest and trying to calm your breathing.

“Shit, were we too loud?”

You chuckle quietly, rest your chin over the hand splayed over his chest. “She sleeps like her daddy—she wouldn’t have heard a thing.”

“What’s that meant to mean?”

“That you guys are heavy sleepers, and it’s a surprise your alarm clock actually wakes you most of the time,” you grin, the curl of it widening when he rolls his eyes.

The steady blink of his clock catches your eye and you soften, stretching to press a sweet kiss to the corner of his lips, feeling them twitch at your feather light touch. He sighs calmly under your affection, his dark eyes openly searching yours and warming when you catch him.

“Oh, would you look at that,” you murmur softly, “happy birthday, handsome.”

-

i was gonna start all diff tags but i really cbf right now. i’ve just used my everything pp one - if you’re not interested soz x

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[monkey-wrench-zeurel]

One month on; The future of Monkey wrench as a fully animated indie series.

It’s been exactly one month since Ep 3 of Monkey was released to the public, and as the ever want to be as transparent as possible with indie production it’s time we sat down and had a very important discussion on the future of the series…

So, as we said above, one month has passed from the public release of episode 3, and everything hinges on how well it does.

Below are the metrics for it on Youtube;

Our hope was to have ep 3 hit 500k in two weeks. After 31 days we’re still under 470k views, ad rev as you can see is pitiful and engagement has evaporated. Maybe we set our hopes a little too high?

It’s not all doom and gloom though, this is the first ep to get this many views in this amount of time. Our patreon support has grown by 1/3 after the ep came out and our Scratch & Scritch plushies did ok, see images below;

So as of now, we have enough money for voices, sound and music for episode 4. Voice recording begins next week and I hope to start the animatic for the ep sometime after.

As for the animation portion of production… things are looking a little tricky.

As you should know, animation, especially frame by frame stuff like we do, it’s obscenely time intensive and expensive. For ep 3 we had a rough animation rate of $20.83 per 1 second of animation and the same for clean up with very minimal edits and redos.

Seeing the recent animation pay discourse has honestly shaken us up pretty bad, we had no idea how pitiful our pay had been compared to other indies and we in no way want to exploit anyone for their work on the series.

With both Ash and I putting everything we had saved in Eps 1, 2 and 3 and seeing how below average they’ve all performed and with how little we can afford to pay our animators, on top of burning myself out horrifically doing 3 eps in a row, we’ve sadly had to come to the conclusion that full animation for this series is no longer financially possible at our current support level.

That does not mean we’re stopping production, however.

There are two possible routes we can take;

Route 1; Animatic hybrid.

Over the past week and a half I managed to solo out 5 minutes and 15 seconds of animatic keyframe animation for our recently released outtakes video.

At our current support level I can do the animatic keyframe route for most of the mundane stuff in an ep, and then go into full animation for the ‘good bits’, that way we can pay our animators an actual decent wage. Over time if our support grows we can return to full animation.

Route 2: Kickstart ep 4 for $100k

We have thought about doing a kickstarter type thing to get the $100,000 we’d need for the animation portion of the ep. We want to pay our animators properly for their time and skill and this would be the best route to go if we want to have ep 4 fully animated.

However with our current viewership and engagement with eps 1, 2 and 3 I’m not sure we could hit a goal of $100,000 in the 30 days we need.

Is it a risk worth taking?

What would we do for rewards?

Physical rewards would take money away from animation production and things like animated rewards would take time away from myself working on the ep.

That’s pretty much where my mind has been at the past few days. I’d love to hear your input and thoughts on how you would like us to proceed.

[jaxon-exe]

Wayne TV show

Ok so awhile ago someone (I’m sorry I don’t know who, if u know plz tell me so I can credit) came up with the idea of “what if the Waynes have a show like ‘keeping Up with the Kardashians’?”

Well I’ve been reading WFA and was thinking… what if they did have a show like that but the Wayne’s didn’t try to hide their weirdness. Like the weirdness that only comes from there nightlife.

I’m taking:

Damian keeps threatening to stab people and the crew think it’s a joke until he actually pulls out a dagger.

Dick decides the best way out of the manor is to do a flip out of a 3rd story window

Jason jokes about death (both his own and causing other people’s) a little to much

Tim full on passes out at the dinner table and Bruce just picks him up like he’s a toddler that weights next to nothing and takes him to bed

Cass has a habit of jump scaring the camera guy by just popping into existence next to them

They have a game of paintball that gets way to intense and ends up with Stephanie giving a speech that wouldn’t be amiss in a war movie

After ep 1 a lot of people talk sh/t about them online and in the next ep Barbara just random says names every now and then. It isn’t until after people work out she was saying the names of the worst people that sh/t talked them

For a long time all the viewers and crew thought Duke was the normal one until ‘the incident’

Jason and Tim are fighting and it’s getting pretty rough and bruce just spawns outta f/cking nowhere and just picks up the human tank that is Jason Todd like it’s nothing and just walks off

It becomes a running joke that whenever things go wide the camera just zooms in on Alfred, who just standing in the background calm as can be, as you can just hear the chaos continuing

Like everyone knew the Waynes were crazy but like…….. no one expected this

[alloftheimagines]

joel miller | don't let me drown

masterlist | taglist | ko-fi

words: 2.4k

warnings: drowning, hurt/comfort, angst, lil bit of nude cuddling for warmth reasons but nothing steamy, strong language, inspired by ep six but i changed it up so the bridge is unsteady for the purposes of *drama*. hint towards age-gap with reader in their thirties. they/them pronouns. no y/n.

synopsis: in which the reader falls into the river of death, and it's joel's job to save you and find shelter. featuring ellie. not requested!

You used to think snow was pretty. Magical, even. Now, you only think it’s a bitch to travel through, especially on foot with the harsh mountain winds blowing off the river.

Of course, you can’t complain because the fourteen-year-old and fifty-six-year-old aren’t, and you’re probably supposed to be fitter than the two of them put together. But inside… fuck. You’re exhausted, freezing, and desperate to get to your next destination so you can sleep on something other than ice and mud. 

When the bridge comes into view, relief washes through you. If you can get away from the open water, maybe the winds won’t be so biting and you’ll finally be able to feel your cheeks again. You puff out a visible breath and glance at Joel, who is both pale and rosy-cheeked from the cold. Ellie follows behind, watchful as ever. You can’t imagine what it must be like for her, trekking so far from where she began. Seeing so much. It’s been rough on all of you, but you’ve made it through together. Whatever comes next should be a breeze. 

“Keep a lookout,” Joel warns, poising his handgun and nodding at you to do the same. You’ve been warned that nothing good can be found by the river, and it’s left an unsettling silence between you since you started your journey. 

You dip your head, preparing your own gun as Ellie does the same. But if anything is here, you don’t see it — not on this side of the bridge or the other. It’s a rickety old thing, but if it gets you across… it’ll do. 

“C’mon,” he grunts. The bridge creaks beneath your feet, and you follow Joel’s footsteps to avoid any weak spots. Until gunshots sound somewhere in the distance. You all jump, but it’s you who loses your footing as a chunk of rotten wood disappears beneath your feet. Before you can find something to grab onto, you’re falling, screaming, clutching thin air. Joel yells your name with a fear you haven’t heard in a while, but his voice is lost as the rushing water swallows you up.

Freezing. So cold it makes you burn. The river turns your world grey and endless, as though you’re floating in a void. You thrash, trying to kick up to the surface, but the shock is jolting through you, making you numb, and you can’t remember how to use your limbs.

You cough and gulp down an unbearable amount of water, and that’s when you know. There’s no air, no way of making your lungs work. They just keep burning, squeezing for something that no longer exists. Your vision goes blurry and then disappears completely. 

***

Joel watches it in slow motion. The splintering bridge. The fall. The ripple in the river as it chews you up and doesn’t spit you out. He doesn’t realise he’s screaming your name, doesn’t realise he’s even running, until he reaches the other side of the bridge. 

“Stay there!” he orders Ellie with a warning finger, fear ricocheting through his voice, through the trees. You’re gone is all he can think. You’re gone, and he can’t fucking do this without you. 

His knees ache as he half-sprints, half-slips down the embankment, kicking snow into the river. After shucking off his shotgun and placing it down, he takes off his jacket in a moment of clarity, knowing you’re going to need something warm. And then he’s plunging into the river, cursing at its low temperature. His teeth chatter as he shouts your name, searching for any sign in the steadily flowing water. But there’s nothing. He dives under when he gets closer to the bridge, skin becoming ice as he searches the murky depths. 

He has to come up for air twice before he finds you sinking to the riverbed. He’s never moved so fast, snatching you up in both arms and pulling you to the surface. You’re deadweight in his arms, and panic lances through him when he finds you’re eyes closed. 

He calls your name again, urgency sharpening his words as he pulls you to the embankment. Despite his orders, Ellie waits there, eyes wide and afraid. He doesn’t have time to scold her. He’s too busy carrying you out, water pooling at his feet as he staggers to solid ground and lays you down. 

“Baby?” He shakes you, droplets falling from his face and onto yours as he kneels over you. “Come on. Come on, baby.” 

He presses an ear to your chest: finds no sign of breathing. 

“Shit.” He begins compressions then, counting to thirty before giving you mouth to mouth. Your lips are ice cold, and so are his, his knuckles reddening as he presses the heel of his hand down again and again and again. “Come on. Come on. Breathe.”

“Joel,” Ellie whispers, terror in her voice. 

He squeezes his eyes closed, unable to face what it means. What might be happening. He isn’t losing you today. Not any day. “Come on. Come back to me. Come back to me, darlin’.”

Your breath gutters, and instinct has him rolling you onto your side as you cough up more water than any person should be able to. 

“Fuck,” he’s saying, rubbing warmth into your shoulders. “Ellie, grab my coat.”

She does, and he wraps it around your quivering body before pulling you close. “I got you,” he’s whispering. “I got you, darlin’. I'm here." 

More coughs leave you, and he brushes your hair off your forehead to look for any sign of injury. Your lips are blue, and it terrifies him. Cold water shock can kill, and the way you went under… Shit, it’s a miracle you’re here, upright. 

You’re shivering so violently that he knows the worst isn’t over. Hypothermia. Pneumonia. Those are just some of the things he’ll have to watch for. He can’t take you anywhere like this, can’t protect Ellie or you, but you can’t stay here either. You need to warm up. You both do. 

“We need to find shelter. Somewhere to light a fire and get warm.” 

“I saw some rock overhangs deeper in the woods,” Ellie said. 

“Can you grab the bags?”

“Yeah.” She slips a backpack on each shoulder and then props Joel’s shotgun under her arm. Not ideal, but he can’t think about that now either. Not when you’re barely opening your eyes. 

He breathes your name and then: “Can you hear me, sweetheart?”

A faint nod. 

“Good. That's good. We're gonna get you warm.” He pulls you into his chest, hooking an arm under your knee and the other around your back. You sink into his warmth, but you’re so limp that it terrifies him as he carries you up the embankment, following Ellie’s lead. 

Sure enough, she guides you both to a deep overhang beneath snow-topped crags, and he dips his head to fit in the low space. He places you against the wall, already unravelling the bed rolls.

“Get a fire going,” he says. He’s certain that he had a few matches left last time he checked, and Ellie rifles through his bag before producing them. With shaky hands, she gathers a pile of sticks and surrounds them by rocks just like he taught her before lighting the match and letting it spread. 

The twigs are damp and produce a lot of smoke, but sure enough, an amber glow lights the dark shelter a moment later.

“That’s it. Good,” he whispers. 

Ellie glances at your hunched form warily. You’re so pale, so cold you’re practically convulsing. “Are they gonna be okay?”

“Have to be,” Joel mutters. He slips off your sopping wet coat and sweater, and Ellie turns away as he gets rid of the rest. 

“You still with me?” he asks you.

You hum in response, folding into yourself in your nudity. 

“Here.” Covering her eyes, Ellie hands him a spare long-sleeved shirt and a pair of sweats from her own pack, luckily from Bill’s stash of adult clothes. 

“Thanks,” he replies, urging your arms up so he can slip on the shirt. It’s an uncomfortable ordeal with your clammy skin, but he needs you warm. Now. Even when you groan, skin no doubt stinging painfully. “I know. I know. I’m sorry.”

He has to pull you up for the sweatpants, and then he’s rolling thick thermal socks onto your feet and tucking you into blankets and bedrolls. “How’s that? Feel warmer?”

You shake your head, and he helps you shuffle closer to the fire. 

“Now?”

A nod that has him relieved. He can’t help but place a kiss on your damp forehead, realising too late that he’s cold and shivering too. He only has another flannel in his backpack, though, and he can survive until he’s at least gotten you warm. Protecting you from his damp clothes using the bedroll, he wraps his arms around you to keep in the heat. 

“Gave me a damn heart attack,” he mumbles into your hair, squeezing his eyes closed to chase away the darkness creeping in. The thought of losing you. All the other scenarios where you didn’t end up here with him after the fall. He should have been smarter. Shouldn’t have taken you across that damn bridge.

The ghost of a smile crosses your flame-lit face. “Sorry." And then: "You’re… cold too,” you rasp between shivers. “Get in here.” 

He glances at Ellie. No way in hell is he going to strip off with her here. As though understanding, she raises her brows and shifts away. “I’m going to go find out if bears really do shit in the woods.”

“Don’t go away,” he orders. “Just… give us a couple minutes.”

“Yes, sir.” She disappears, and her crunching footfalls outside keep his concern at bay. 

His concern for her, at least. Your face still lacks colour, your breaths sounding watery and wrong even now. He grinds his teeth, reluctant to pull away from you for even a minute. But if he dries off, he can give you his body heat, so he quickly tears off his clothes and replaces them with the one dry shirt he owns. He doesn’t bother buttoning it up, instead crawling into the bedroll with you and enveloping you in an unyielding hold. You lean against him, eyelids drooping but shivers finally beginning to ease. 

He begins to warm up after a few minutes and can only hope you are too. When he notices your eyes closed, he stiffens. “You still with me, darlin?”

“Think so,” you murmur, your cool hands travelling across his bare chest. He tries not to flinch as he directs them up to his chest. His mouth. He kisses your knuckles before cupping his own hands around yours and blowing. Then, he rubs, generating friction. 

“Keep talking to me,” he pleads.

“‘Bout what?”

“Anything.” Anything, as long as you don’t leave me. As long as you stay. “What was your favourite book growing up?”

You were barely fifteen when the pandemic hit all those years ago, but you smile as you remember that old bookshelf your dad put together full of worn paperbacks. “You don’t read, Joel. You wouldn’t know even if I told you.”

“So tell me about it.” He’s still using his hands, pushing feeling back into your body bit by bit. 

“I’m okay,” you whisper finally. “I’m okay, Joel. I’m gonna be okay.”

“I know that.” But he won’t stop, won’t give up, even when your cheeks turn pink once more. God, he’s missed the way you glow like that, the way it looks brighter in the snow. 

You take a ragged breath. “I liked Gulliver’s Travels.”

“Yeah? Who’s that by?”

“Joel…” Your eyes flutter shut. “Please. I’m tired. I’m warm. I’m okay.”

But he can’t trust it after he’s just put breath back into your lungs; can’t trust it to stay there. He holds you tighter, placing a gentle, terrified kiss into your hair, even if he’ll never admit that he is terrified. That he can’t breathe if you’re not breathing. He realised that the moment he jumped into the river without caring if it got him killed too. 

You’re all he has to hold onto, and he could never let you drown.

“I just need… I need you to keep talking to me for a little longer, baby. Just until I know you’re okay,” he says.

“Okay.” So you tell him about your favourite book, drifting in and out of the conversation. Soon, you stop shivering against him and the bedroll warms with two sets of body heat, just as he’d hoped. The fire keeps up until Ellie finally comes back to refuel it with more sticks, offering Joel a smirk that he returns with a gentle glare. You barely seem to notice, still muttering. 

“Sounds like a great story,” he says finally. “I think Sarah had that one.”

“Yeah.” You smile, cheeks swelling this time as you nestle into his chest. But then you cough, and he frowns. God, is this what it’s gonna be like now? One cough’ll leave him frozen with fear?

“I can read you guys a great book!” Ellie volunteers, and of course pulls out her pages of puns. 

Joel groans. You chuckle, and his heart warms at the sound. 

“Tell me the one with the penguins again,” you ask.

Ellie grins and flips through the pages, and you get a million more cheesy puns that make you laugh until you can no longer hold your head up. You’re certain Joel’s bare chest ripples with stifled amusement at some points. 

“Joel?” you ask as Ellie turns the page. 

“Yeah.”

“I’m so tired.”

Another wave of dread. He masks it clearly, examining your features. You look and feel warm, and you sound like you. If you need the rest, he can’t keep asking you not to take it for his own selfish reasons. For his own pathetic fear.

Finally, he surrenders. “Okay, darlin’. Get some sleep. We all need it.”

“Night,” Ellie says, getting comfortable in her sleeping bag.

Your eyes shut instantly and don’t open again, but your chest rises and falls smoothly against your interlocked hands. He listens to it as the shelter quietens, the fire getting lower. He listens all night just to make sure you’re still breathing. When light returns the next morning, he finds Ellie has done just the same, wide awake and unwilling to tear her gaze away from the two of you. 

“They’re okay, right?” she asks. 

Joel can only hope that it’s the truth when he says, “Yeah. They’re okay.”

“Good.” She nestles into her makeshift pillow — her backpack. “You’re a real grouch when they’re not around.”

He rolls his eyes, tempted to point out that he is always a grouch, though Ellie’s right. He needs you. He will always need you. 

And god, he hopes he never comes close to losing you like that again.

[soobinsonly1bf]

what kinks i think txt members would have

warnings: nsfw, gn!reader (not specified genitals), dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, public sex, implied oral (reader receiving), sub!soobin, meandom!reader, calling him a slut, sub!beomgyu, meandom!reader, begging, calling him a bad dog, implied use of sex toy, dom!taehyun, sub!reader, he calls you a doll, sub!hueningkai, softdom!reader, calling him a good boy, riding

!!nsfw under the cut, minors dni!!

yeonjun — exhibitionism

i just see that exhibitionist in him, i don't even know why... he would love the adrenalin, it's all so exciting for him, the whole fear of being seen.

he would be that kind of boyfriend who tells you to sit in the back of the car, not in the front and you know what he means right away. when you obediently sit where he told you, it all ends with him fucking you hard against the car door, with your hands on the window... he would be that kind of boyfriend who always goes with you to the changing room and if you wear something he likes, he can't help, but get on his knees in front of you... it's not his fault you look so pretty, is it?

soobin — degradation + manhandling

i don't think i have to explain... i will never forget about him saying he likes being cursed at. also, that one to do ep where he and taehyun "fighted" and taehyun got on top of him... we all saw the expression on his face.

as soon as you throw him on the bed, he's getting hard. some little more of you getting on top of him and trying to tower his much bigger body and he's already so turned on... "so pathetic... i just manhandled you a little and you're already hard? don't tell me you're getting off to things like this?" you laugh him in the face, now sitting on his lap completely, his body trapped under you. "soobin, i can feel you getting harder, you know that right? you're such a perv, getting hard at literally anything i say." he can't help, but whine and buck his hips into yours. it's not his fault you're oh so hot... "what do you think that you're doing? do you always have to be such a slut? if you want anything, get your cock out, i'm not gonna do it for you."

beomgyu — pet play + bondage

the pet play just makes sense, alright? i already talked about him being a puppy here, so now i will write only about the bondage part.

he's a brat, everyone knows it, so you found a way to... neutralize him. tying him up is a perfect way to making moving impossible for him. "you know that if you weren't such a brat i would just let you fuck me, right? but you are a brat, so you can only wish to be inside of me. bad dogs don't get treats, don't you think?" you can't help, but laugh, seeing his cock hard and untouched. "please... please, i- god, please, just touch me." he keeps on whining and whimpering, squirming on the bed, just trying to get any friction on his painfully hard cock... "alright, alright, i will touch you..." you said, making him full of hope, only to destroy it a second later when you pulled a vibrator from your night stand. "oh, you're so mad now, aren't you? such a shame your hands are tied up and you can't do anything about it."

taehyun — manhandling + size kink

he loves manhandling, but he's the opposite of soobin, he's the one manhandling you. also, as the smallest member of txt, i think he would love to feel big next to you.

he loves to be rough with you, but not in a mean way, he just knows how much you enjoy it. how desperate you get after he presses you to the wall, holding you by your hips, your legs around his waist. he knows how much you love it when he towers over you, making you feel so small in comparision to him... he loved it much more than you tho. your smaller and weaker body always making it easy for him to pick you up, throw you on the bed and just manhandle you whenever he feels like it. "so cute... such a pretty doll, just for me to see." he whispers to you, taking your hand in his much bigger one. god, he really loves holding your hand and seeing how small it is...

hyuka — praise

he's just so cute, he loves being praised and he wants to let you know how good you're making him feel too... but most of the times he's too fucked up to talk a lot.

"oh yeah, you're doing so well for me... such a good boy, so so good." you keep on praising him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as you ride him. "i love you... you- fuck... feel so good..." he whispers back, softly kissing your collarbone. you can't help, but smile at him, seeing his fucked up expression, but still letting you do what you want. you slowly put your hand on head, running your fingers throught his hair. "my hand..." is the only thing he says, but you know exactly what he wants. you take your hand off his head and gently take his hand in yours, now using it as support, while you keep on going up and down on his cock.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Japan is Winning on Kisses & Other Alternate Realities

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

March 2024 Wk 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Two Worlds (Thurs IQIYI) ep 3 of 10 - It would be great if we got the alternative romance with dead Kram from Tai’s perspective (JBL style.) Still I like this show. It’s a little bit like I Feel You Linger in the Air only with a love triangle. And while I'm not a fan of triangles as a general rule, I don’t mind it here because the set up is clever. Wayu and  ao are fun sides too. It sure is moving very quickly, which I like. I’m not entirely sure what’s going on. But that’s normal for me with this kind of Thai drama. 

Deep Night (Thurs iQiyi) ep 4 of 8 - They are extremely sappy boyfriends. I love that mom has a secret gf. Could we please have more of them? The love triangle sides are ridiculous, but I do like that it’s all out in the open. I also like they are actually addressing the complicated parental dynamics of owning a sex club. Honestly, I think Khem should have to be a host too. Learn him the right way, girl!

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 9 of 12 - It’s good, I like the fallout and them actually having to deal with crazy fans and past relationships. They’re so good at communicating it’s kind of a pleasure to watch them suffer through external pressures, because I have faith that they can make it through.

To Be Continued (Thai C3 Thailand grey) ep 6 of 8 - They are such cute puppy dads and so clearly meant to be together, the fact that they aren’t is just frustrating. The fight thing was stupid. And not a whole lot happened... plus singing. I’m getting fatigued with this one. 

1000 Years Old ep 7 of 12 - Did I miss something happening, or did nothing happen? 

Kiseki Chapter 2 (Sun iQIYI) ep 2 of 6 - It’s so boring, there’s so much guitar playing, and it got weirdly voyeuristic (in a very much not sexy way). I’m totally out. DNF

Close Friend Season 3: Soju Bomb! (Weds iQIYI) ep 3 of 6 - I can’t tell if this is trying to be a BL Romancing the Stone, or a BL Hangover, or both. The problem with situational comedy is it must be both situational and comedic, not just option one. The problem with calling something BL, is that it must be BL. This show got 1 of 3 claims correct. 33% is not a passing grade. DNF 

Honestly, it's the HANDS with these two. They do beautiful beautiful things with their hands. If you're one of those hands-obsessed BLabies you should be watching LIBTSTA!

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Unknown (Taiwan Tues Youku YouTube & Viki) ep 6 of 11 - So the worst finally happened. The mountain of pain has fallen down upon us. And now, hopefully in the second half things get better for our boys. But what a rough ride. Normally, this is not my style of BL, but everyone is doing such a gorgeous job with it, I can’t fault it… except that it hurts. The red thread symbolism was elegantly done. I’d like to hope we get a reunion in the next one, but knowing this style of series they’re gonna draw it out. There's gonna be a more pain first.

Love is Better the Second Time Around AKA Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 4 of 6 - Those fuck me puppy dog eyes were perfectly executed. I would not have been able to resist either. Gosh they are so damn cute. This is a great show.

Jazz for Two (Korea Gaga/grey) eps 1-2 of 8 - This comes from the Shoulder to Cry On team so I'm scared, but this one is all actors* not idols so maybe they'll be braver. Boy howdy does it have a fantastic opening sequence. Also the lead is fucking adorable. Mr Broody McBroodypants is cute too. Korea sure loves “pretty but broken.” On the JBL end of the spectrum, is everyone in love with their siblings? That’s weird. The dining room scene was painful. All in all, it's good, I'm intrigued. Let's see how you go little show.

I stand absolutely corrected the lead is a member of NEWKIDD (in my defense I'd never heard of them until Build Up last month). I did recognize him from To My Star because at the time I thought he was too pretty to be only a side character.

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) ep 10 fin - Again there was overuse of previous footage and maudlin navel-gazing grief over something we knew was going to happen. So I didn’t really feel much emotional connection to the drama. 7 year time gap.? t was a cute reunion but the moral quandary never really got resolved. I don’t know how to rate this, I’m not sure I will ever watch it again, so that is a big mark against it.

There’s nothing objectively wrong with this BL except how upsetting it is because of the foundational pygmalion story - grown man falls in love with an android who is basically both his slave and, by maturity level, a child. Yet that premise is crystal clear from the get go, so we watch it eyes open. The actors are cute, the romance sweet, the physical chemistry on point (of course, it’s Taiwan) and yet I was left ultimately unsettled by the concept, content, and plot. 7/10 

My Strawberry Film (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 7 of 8 - I'm so ready for this to be over, and for Gaga to have something good on. Soon please?

It's done, ready to binge, but I suck

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps

It's airing but...

Graduation Countdown (Taiwan YouTube) - It's too much to ask me to keep up with 2 minute verticals, I don't have that kind of TikTok endurance training. Waiting to binge.

A Secretly Love (Thai Sat WeTV grey) 10 eps - I watched the first ep but grey is too much work for this inferior of a show. I may pick up and binge if it gets distribution but for now, it gets a DNF from me. KimCop might have held this crap together but Kim without Cop? No thank you.

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school. Not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing.

Tangential to the genre

There has been the occasional discussion on this topic here in this little corner of tumblr so I thought there might be a few intersted in this podcast: AmericanThaiGuy Ron Weaver on the Complicated Issue of Racism in Thailand (The Bangkok Podcast)

Thailand passed its Marriage Equality bill through the lower house. It's expected to pass the high house and get signed by the King, but that hasn't quite happened yet.

And MaxTul dropped a photo shoot.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting Soon

3/31 Only Boo! (Thai GMMTV YouTube) 12 eps - New main couple for GMMTV in an idol romance about a boy who dances good and a food stand vendor. Other side of the tracks grumpy/sunshine pair who fall deeply in love but, of course, baby boy idol can't date. Boyband but from GMMTV? Control your singing and I'm game.

3/31 The Next Prince (Thai ????) 12 eps - trailer. ZeeNew in a fantasy/historical set in a palace where Zee plays a knight and Nu a prince - YES PLEASE. (Apparently this is just the pilot, not the start of the actual show, see comments.)

4/1 Love is like a Cat (Korea ????) 12 eps - This completed filming Aug 2022(!) which means there have been serious problems with post-production. This is another of Silkwood's Korean+Thai colab projects. Mew Suppasit plays a rookie film star, called the Cat Prince (for his cold arrogance) who goes up against a charismatic puppyish animal daycare director (JM of JUST B). There is a side romance (love triangle?) with a veterinarian. Geonu of JUST B is also in the cast. Dual languages.

Hum, trash-watch-a-licious?

4/3 We Are (Thai GMMTV YouTube iQIYI) 12 eps - University ensemble BL featuring PondPhuwin, WinnySatang, AouBoom, MarcPawinPoon - basically the good kind of messy gay friendship group (so more My Engineer and less Only Friends). Looks a bit like the Kiss series but everyone is queer. I'm IN!

4/11 Living With Him AKA Kare no Iru Seikatsu (Japan ????) 10 eps - Kindly Ryota goes off to uni only to find his new roommate is his childhood bestie, Kazuhito. Kazuhito doesn’t have a girlfriend and Ryota tries to help him figure out why, they fall in love along the way. Same director as Old Fashion Cupcake.

4/11 Gray Shelter AKA Gray Currents (Korea ????) 4 eps - SooHyuk is only just surviving and reunites with YoonDae, an old friend. They end up living together. One of the leads is played by Choco of Choco Milk Shake.

4/18 At 25:00, in Alaska AKA 25 Ji, Akasaka de (Japan Gaga - may not be global) 10 eps - Yuki lands his first starring role in a BL drama alongside superstar Asami (previously his senior at uni). Said superstar suggests they form a sham relationship until filming concludes. As they actually begin to fall in love, the spotlight begins to burn.

Seriously? You're killing me with these titles, boys.

4/26 My Stand-In (Thai iQIYI) 12 eps - adaptation of Chinese novel "Professional Body Double" by Shui Qiang Cheng. Stars Up (Lovely Writer) and Poom (Bake Me Please) directed by the same team as KP (not a recommendation IMHO - my biggest criticism of that show was the clashing directing styles). This one looks well complicated, lemme try: Joe is a stuntman for famous actor Tong. Joe falls in love with Ming but Ming sees Joe as nothing more than a Tong-replacement. After learning this horrible truth, Joe dies. Joe then wakes up in the body of another man also named Joe. He manages to rebuild the same life as before—with the same people eventually re-meeting Ming. Ming wants Joe back but Joe doesn't understand why. But Ming seems to know what's going on and wants to give him some kind of explanation.

I'm exhausted just trying to describe the plot.

Knock-Knock Boys (Thai WeTV) - 4 college friends conspire to help their friend lose his virginity. Familiar faces like Seng (yes, Billy's previous partner) and Best, news here.

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

NOTE: It looks like one of my personal favorites of last year Unintentional Love Story is getting a spin off!

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Just these two, in my head, rent free. Thanks Japan!

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are too much work.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @rocketturtle4

If ya wanna be tagged each week leave a comment and I will add you to the template. Easy peesy. (With so many tags when does a weekly tumblr post become a newsletter? That is this week's philosophical question...)

[angelltheninth]

Rough morning sex with Bachira pretty please?

Bachira has only been gone for a few eps and I already miss him.

Pairing: Bachira Meguru x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, morning sex, rough sex, name calling, cum stays inside, dirty talk

A/N: When Bachira comes back he's gonna be better and more wild then ever I just know it.

Not even a few minutes into the new day you already had Bachira's cock deep inside your pussy. He started with slowly rolling on top of you and kissing you, making you smile, giggle, and yes, opening your legs to get him closer.

"Don't act so surprised doll, you're the one who wanted to cuddle so much. The one who decided to take over my side of the bed. Don't complain that I'm like this now, hard, cock deep in your pussy. I don't care that it's morning, when I say open up... You. Open Up. When I say tighten up... You. Tighten. Up." He emphasized each word with a deep thrust, his hips always flush against yours, moving in a haze, eyes golden and glossed over with lust, expression almost sadistic.

If it weren't for his hands caressing your face you'd be a little worried. Bachira has always had two sides to him, sweet, caring, gentle, and the more rough, wild, almost cruel. Between the two you didn't know which you one you liked best.

"That's a nice slutty expression you're making for me. It's giving me even more of a reason to fuck your brains out. Open your mouth, stick your tongue out for me." You knew his kiss was coming, hot and wild, his tongue seeking yours, his lips roughly calming yours until they were swollen from your kiss, swallowing your moans, hungry for them. He made a show off licking his lips when you separated, "Breathe sweetheart, just breathe."

His thrusts made it hard for you to catch your breath, "Slow down a little. Can't keep up." Bachira tilted his head to the side, his smirk wider then before, "Bachira."

"Only when we're done. Until then you're gonna be my good little bitch and keep taking my cock. Got it?" You bit your bottom lip, nodding slowly. It didn't seem to satisfy him, he punished you with even faster thrusts, the sounds of skin against skin echoing the bedroom, "Say it, bitch. Will you keep taking my cock until we're done?"

"Y-Yes. I will, I swear, I can be good." You squeezed down on his cock, trying to roll your hips into him, having your rhythm disrupted again and again as he made it impossible for you to predict when and how deep he was going to fuck his cock into you next, taking you by surprise each time, "So good."

"Keep tightening up, keep your legs open for me, let me... give you a good wake up call." It was a sound you were very used to at this point, the lewd sounds of his balls smacking against you, his breathing getting a little more labored the closer he got to his peak, the way he seemed to focus on the squelching noises your pussy made, "Tight. So damn tight. You wanna milk me dry, I know you do sweetheart. Take it then, take it deep, take it all."

Not a drop would escape you when he spilled into you, your pussy greedily holding it all in as long as possible. Through your own orgasm you just squeezed more out of him, feeling safe to let go completely in his embrace, to let yourself fall deep into lust because you knew he would be there to catch you like you did for him.

[oonajaeadira]

i was rereading a GTTT chapter and Patricio has just been in my mind rent free, creeping in from daydreams in places i should not be daydreaming. So I’ve got a PATS question for you. How would Patricio and Reader navigate the issue of him being too drained sexually when Reader is needy?

Hello, lovely.

First of all, I want to apologize for the long hiatus I've taken on Pats and Pres. This ask--and many more--have been sitting in my inbox for far too long and I'd like to think that answering late is better than never. Thank you for your patience with me!!!

This is a very interesting question and it sparked some over-arching thoughts. I have half an answer for you here--from his point of view, and therefore the "drained" part of it. Pres may not seem too needy here, but look to the next installment for more on that.

Also, a non-apology here to everyone.

For so long I've made you believe that Patricio is confident, in control...or at least in denial about it when he's not. But he's growing. Changing. There may be more vulnerability here than you want and much less sexy times. Not everyone has a good day every day.

Kiss and Tell: Everyone's Allowed a Bad Day (GTTT PATS)

FANDOM: Calls - Apple TV (PATS is a character from ep. 3. “Pedro Across the Street.” This is not RPF.)

As with all of my PATS installments, warnings abound for explicit content. (This one's much tamer than most.)

(gif by cavill-henry)

It’s nights like these that he sometimes wished he smoked. He’ll pour himself a drink once the client wakes up and leaves, but he doesn’t want her to catch it on his breath.

Bourbon. Bath. Bed. Maybe something short and calm on streaming. There’s a new cowboy film just dropped by that Spanish director looks good. 

Leaning on the kitchen counter and staring out across the silent living room, he contemplates the novel you left on the coffee table. Wonders if you’re missing it.

It occurs to him that he could call you. He can do that now. He doesn’t need a reason anymore, but even if the reason is a rough day…actually, maybe that’s even more reason to call you. In fact, he really should ask you–

His phone vibrates on the countertop and he frowns. It’s your pattern and his heart races a little, not only because it’s you, but thinking he’s been lost in thought too long, that he’s missed the three-hour mark. But a flip of the phone shows him he’s got 20 minutes to go. 

Odd. It’s not like you to interrupt a session.

“Hey, muñeca, everything okay?” he mumbles, stepping barefoot out onto the front porch in nothing but his sweatpants.

Your voice sounds far away, “Oh shit,” before a riffling sound and then a clearer, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hit dial. I didn’t know I did. I was going to call and then I saw the time…I know you’re in the middle of a session, oh loverboy I’m so sorry–”

Just the sound of your voice is an instant balm. “It’s okay, it’s okay, she’s sleeping. I was actually just thinking about calling you.”

“Oh, really?” There’s something there behind your fluster, hiding among the smile in your voice, something that he might not have noticed if you hadn’t said you meant to call.

“Something you wanted to call me about?”

There’s a sound in the background. An announcement. You’re in public. “Um, no, not really. I just had a lonely moment, that’s all.”

“Well that’s an ego boost. You wanna come spend the night?”

There’s a pause. Shocked, judging by your voice. “Really? On an appointment night?”

He scratches his head and focuses on his feet as he aimlessly paces the porch. “Sure. I mean, if like a quarter after ten isn’t too late for you to drive just to go to bed.”

“With the weather shifting and how warm you run? It’s never too late to say yes to a heated bed.”

He smiles. “Glad I can be of service.” There's silence from you and he cringes. “Shit. Not you– not– Was that a bad choice of word?”

“No. It’s just–”

“Hey. I want you here tonight. I wanna talk to you.” Another silence. He supposes that sounds ominous. It shouldn’t. “You know, here. Not…on a phone.” He’s still not good at this. 

“That sounds nice…. You, uh, need anything? I’m at the grocery store.”

“No. Just you.” It feels good to say. Right. It’s what’s needed to break what feels like an odd tension into a few comfortable, mutually smiling moments. “So. The grocery store. And you’re feeling lonely. At a grocery store.”

Your laughter--hushed but musical--is kept close to the phone. “Well I am standing in produce and they just got in some preeeeeetty nice looking eggplants.”

“Wow.”

Another laugh, less hushed, throatier. “Okay, I’m sorry! I’ll let you get back to your work. I assume you’ve got a sleeping beauty to wake up.”

Pulling the phone away from his face for a timecheck, he winces. “Yeah. I’ll see you in 20?”

“I’d say I can’t wait, but you know that I will.”

Wow. “I know and I…”Something sweet twists inside. “I know.”

After you hang up he stands a minute more on the porch in the dark. The leaves are almost all off the trees now, the crickets are gone. His feet are freezing and the skin on his torso is goosebumping; doing its best–and failing–to lift his fine hairs to shield him from the autumn chill. But it’s far from unpleasant and he finds that he’s awake for the sensation in a way he hasn’t been in a while.

He’s alive again in a way he hasn’t been in a while.

The last couple of months have been…nothing short of amazing.

He should tell you that. He should say it.

But he’s got to get to that point where…he accepts it. 

Not the relationship…the fact that there’s always a possibility it’s too good to be true, that he could lose it. He could lose you.

You’re handling everything so well, but for how long? How long until you make him choose?

Oh fuck, please don’t make me choose, preciosa, please.

The phone buzzes in his hand. Timer; no need to look, just thumbs the button to silence. On another night, he’d allow himself more time, let the client sleep while he mused. But he’s got a job to do. 

And someone special arriving soon.

So he packs these thoughts away and goes quietly inside to prepare.

________

He’s just poured the detergent in the washing machine when he hears the door open. “Hey, I’m just cleaning up, gimme a second.”

Out in the entry, your shoes clatter on the floor and then your keys jingle on the kitchen counter and before he knows it you’re on him, topless and crowding him against the washing machine, kissing him like he’s just come back from war. It’s jarring but pleasant and full of hungry sighs…until there’s a ping in his calf muscle.

“Ooh, hey, Pres, hey hey, hang on.” Taking your face in his hands he calms, he whispers, he soothes you in order to soothe himself, but you catch on instantly, concern splashing over you.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

A kiss to the tip of your nose, to your smart little nose. “No, no, I’m a little sore; just had a difficult session–a difficult day, actually. And I haven’t showered yet. So don’t get yourself too worked up here. You don’t want me like this.”

He expects you to recoil from this, to find the sex with someone else still lingering on his skin. You don’t.

You simply run your hands over his sides, lean in to kiss his chin. “Of course I do. I want you like whatever you are.”

You’re backlit from the kitchen and there’s something like a soft halo around you, bringing a glow to the roll of your cheeks, the swipe of your lip. Tracing these with a finger and finding himself reflected in your eyes, he trusts you, accepts this, tries to see himself like you do. How are you so effortless?

There’s nothing but surrender when you rake your fingers through his beard and push yourself up onto tiptoe to press a warm kiss to his forehead. “But if you really feel that way, beautiful, let me run you a bath.” 

Everytime he opens his eyes and you’re there, it's like a small miracle.

“Come on,” you smile, taking his hand and guiding him to the stairs, “let me take care of you and you can tell me about your day.”

You’re perfect. He’s so grateful he picked up the phone tonight when he did.

________

“Mmmmm, that’s good.” The sigh comes up from his bottom wells, like a contented creature crawling out of hidden caverns within. The back of his head rests in your palm, warm water spilling over his scalp. Your hands whisper and calm and soothe. He spends so much time using his touch to bring relaxation to others that he’d all but forgotten that it could go the other way. And your touch–

“So there was some heavy lifting tonight, huh?” Your finger lightly wipes away an errant rivulet from the corner of his eye. “Ness, right?”

The ghost of irritation looms. “Mmm. She has a pretty severe tailbone injury. Didn’t tell me about it before she showed up. Lot of full-body lifting on the table just to get her in the right positions for stretch.”

“I see. You’ll feel it tomorrow. And sore tailbone means no actual sex tonight.”

“Oh no, we had some fun. She’s got weeks of recovery ahead of her and she needed some practice re-routing some natural orgasm responses to different muscle groups when she ejaculates.”

“Ejaculates? She…? Ohhh.” A loving hand begins to wander lightly over his chest. “I assumed. My bad.”

“Sorry. Should have been more clear. But yeah.”

“No need to apologize. I don’t know why I hadn’t just assumed that you…took all forms of payment.”

He peeks an eye open to catch your reaction as you reach over the side of the tub toward him and finds your warm, curious smile. “Not to disparage the vaginal anatomy, but sometimes it’s nice to have my dick handled by someone who has a lifetime experience with their own.”

“Noted. Fair.”

Closing his eyes and sinking into the warm bath of your care a lifetime goes by with your hands running over his skin.

“You’re very accommodating.”

A kiss lands on his temple. “Wait until you realize I’m terribly selfish and am in it for the rewards points.” When his smile fades, your hands slow. “That was a joke.”

“I know.” Sensing a shift in tone coming when he turns to you, you instinctively pull back, but he catches your hand in his, pulling it in to place a wet kiss to your knuckles. “Would you mind if I don’t want to have sex tonight?”

“Of course. That’s okay.” A half-smile. Are you covering disappointment?

“I’m more than happy to go down on you if you–”

But a shake of your head stops him. “No, it's fine. I can tell you’re tired. You said you had a hard day. Wanna tell me about it while we get you dried off and into bed?”

He feels like a child as he simply nods, allows you to help him up, succumbs to you as you care for him. It’s easy to do, to melt under your attention, to crack open and spill. He does his best not to control the spread as he generalizes a failed report at work, a difficult project he’s fallen behind on. By the time you’re sliding into the sheets and curling up next to him, he’s breaching the topic he’s been deciding and undeciding and deciding again to tell you about–that his mother called without warning.

“She wants to meet you.”

Your breathing stills in the darkness. “You told your mom about me.”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah, I..” you stutter, “I guess I didn’t… I’m flattered that you talk about me?”

There’s a pang of guilt that he’s let you believe you’re not important enough for him to tell the world that you’re in his life. But he sighs as you squeeze your arm around his middle. “You might feel differently if you met her.”

“Are you kidding? I’d love to meet your…is it just your mom?”

“And my father. I have an older brother but he lives in Australia. Doesn’t go home much.”

“Home issssSantiago?”

“Just outside of it. Rancagua.”

Another squeeze. Perhaps that was a lie; your arm around him and the brush of your lips on his shoulder feels like his true home now. 

“So this call was stressful because she wants to meet me. And you’re nervous?”

“The call was stressful because…I don’t…want her to meet you.” Your squeeze lightens a bit and he slides his grip over your arm in case you decide he’s awful and want to pull away. He knows he should let you go if you want to but– “I wanted to ask you, Pres…I’m sorry I don’t know if I can ask this much from you but–”

It almost breaks his heart when your arm slides through his hand, when your warmth leaves his side, when you abandon him…

But it’s only for the time it takes to hear the click of the bedside lamp, register the bright sting and spill of light, and you’re back beside him, leaning over him, turning his face to yours with one patient hand on his cheek. “What’s going on. I’ve never seen you like this.”

Shit. Get it together.

“You’re going to think I’m a fucking jerk–”

“Don’t tell me what you think I’m going to think, sir. Tell me what you need from me. Just say it.”

This leaves him with depleted gambling chips, raises the stakes. But you’re right. He has to be honest.

“The relationship I have with my family is…strained. That’s why I live here and not there. I see them somewhat regularly, but the holidays are when the whole family gets together–all the cousins–and it’s just a lot. There’s a lot that’s expected, a lot of judgements…it’s overwhelming. I can barely make it through myself, but having you there? Watching you be scrutinized on top of it when we’re just figuring this out? I just…no.”

“You know I won’t tell them–”

“It’s not that, fuck, it’s not that.” He surges in for a kiss, taking you in deep, willing you to understand him by osmosis; if only… “Every time I’ve gone down for the holidays it’s stressful enough…it’s…it’s bad enough that I’m away from my clients, but–”

“But under stress the itch gets worse. And you don’t have your outlet. And you’re not in control.”

Oh god, you see him. You see him and he’s so…fucking pathetic.

The last thing he expects is for you to pepper kisses along his mouth and chin, to dot a lingering one on his cheek before pulling him into your chest, to cradle him, breathe into his hair.

But it’s exactly what you do.

“What do you need, beautiful boy? Anything you want.”

He breathes. Sighs. Curses himself for doubting you, for assuming you wouldn’t surprise him. Allows you to hold the weight of his heart on your own without a spotter.

“I need to…not do the ‘meet the family’ thing this year. I just want you to myself for a while.”

A hum of sympathy, of bittersweetness, one that stakes his heart into the ground at your feet. “Oh Patricio. Is that all?” Your breast moves under his cheek as you lean over to turn off the light, your soft curves and soft scent and soft hum whispering to him, calming him, soothing him into you. “I’ll admit that I’m a little sad that I don’t get to show you off to my family, but I definitely see the appeal of a quiet holiday season, just us hiding away from the world together. You want me to yourself? Did you really think I would find that anything but absolutely wonderful?”

All at once, the strains of the day overtake him, the need to say more is gone and took his energy to do so right along with it. A whole lifetime of relief in just an hour. That’s your secret power. Always has been. He cannot think of words more meaningful than, “Thank you.”

Your fingertips begin their pattern of affection along his jaw, tattooing a spell of sleep through him. “This really means a lot to you, huh.” He’s too gone to get his voice to work and it seems you assume he’s fallen asleep. “Well you mean the world to me. You don’t even know, mister.”

It’s not worth the effort to drag himself from the downward pull of dreams to ask you to say more about that. Not when he knows you’ll be right here in the morning and he can ask you then.

Or say the same thing right back to you.

Maybe this time he’ll find a way to do that.

______

MASTERLIST

SERIES MASTERLIST

[soraontop]

ENHYPEN uploaded a new YouTube video: PASS THE CONCH [ EP. ?? ]

The camera shakes as Sora puts it in place where it’ll get a total view of her room, unfocusing and then focusing on Sora’s bare face. Her brows were furrowed before she makes eye contact with the camera and smiles, standing up and backing up.

“It’s four in the morning,” she blinks owlishly before biting back a smile. Her voice is quiet, a little above a whisper. “I think I’m the only one awake, as usual. I can’t sleep so I decided to film the next Pass The Conch episode where I show you guys the everyday life as the only female member of a co-ed group when we don’t have schedules.” She sighs, clapping her hands together quietly. “We all know that’s why some of you’re watching, anyway.” Her tone of voice sounds joking, but the brow raise lets on that she’s not.

“When I get up, I try and get in the shower right away but I already showered,” she gestures to her wet hair hanging over her shoulder. “Don’t— let your hair air dry,” she points a finger at the camera. “I’m about to blow dry mine and hopefully it doesn’t wake anyone up.”

You’re asking for a lot…

The camera fast forwards as Sora dries her hair, now sitting at her vanity and pausing every few moments. Once she finishes, she turns back to the camera and flattens her hair, acting as if the camera was her mirror. She smiles mischievously, “I’m pretty just like this, right?” She snickers, turning back to her mirror to grab her pink polka dotted headband and pushing her hair back. “Next, I do my skincare routine, which is all by the brand—”

The scene cuts.

Naughty Sora …

Sora is now covering a bottle, smiling sheepishly at the camera. “These are all ABIB products, of course.” She hides the bottle from view, now careful to not show the name. “Um, anyways …” Her eyes widen slightly as she remembers, “Oh! My music. That’s always a must in a GRWM …” She picks up her phone, tapping on it a couple of times before Taylor Swift’s To All The Girls You Loved Before starts. “I love Taylor. To me, she’s me to you guys.” She nods seriously at the camera. “I’ll get my day started with her music every single day. It’s an important factor.”

You’re great at distracting…

“Right. Skincare …” She mumbles to herself before she says, “For my skincare, I start off with a double cleanse, first with an oil cleanser and then a water-based cleanser.” The camera shows her applying the product to her face and smoothing it in before patting it dry. “Next is toner pads,” she hums along to the song playing softly in the background, picking it up with her fingertips and showing it to the camera before placing it on her cheeks and then wiping the rest of her face with it.

“There is a huge difference between toner pads and toner,” she says as she goes to the next step, which is toner, and pours a generous amount on her hand to apply to her face. “Toner pads are both a toner and exfoliant while toner doesn’t exfoliate. But, you can use only one if you want. I just prefer both because the toner pad has a rough side for gentle exfoliation and a smooth side for sheet masking. And then it’s essence.” She smacks her face a little too hard, making her flinch. “I didn't mean to hit myself that hard,” she giggles, smoothing the essence in.

There’s a soft knock on her door and she quickly pauses her music, turning and saying softly, “Come in.” Her eyes brighten subtly as she looks off the camera, a small smile on her face, “Did I wake you up? I’m sorry…” She’s cooing slightly now.

Who is it? We wanna know!

“We’ve been up for awhile,” a familiar voice says, sounding clearer to the camera at the end of the sentence. “What are you doing?”

The person pauses just out of the camera’s view and Sora stands up, her face no longer being in view.

Show us… Don’t be a tease.

There’s a couple moments of silence.

Hello? We’re still here…

Sora says a second later, “Pass The Conch new episode, wanna say hi?” She sits back down in her chair as the person bends down, finally showing their face to the camera.

A masked Jake waves at the camera before going out of view again as another voice says “We’re going to the gym, wanna come with?”

Another one…?

Sora stares up at Sunghoon, a blank look on her face before turning back to the mirror, “No. Do I look like I go to the gym?” Jake laughs loudly at her reply, “Have fun, though.”

Yes, we do want to go with you to the gym!

“You never want to go to the gym,” there’s a slight whine in Sunghoon’s voice and Sora slightly smirks at the camera before going back to her blank face. “Don’t you wanna spend time with your members?” His hand sneaks in the frame and tugs at Sora’s hair harshly, bringing her head back.

She gasps, hand going to the back of her head to smooth it back down, “I want to spend time with you! Just not at the gym.”

“You went to the gym with us that one time,” Jake says, carefully raking his fingers through her hair.

Sora smiles mischievously at the camera at the reminder as she drops the serum down on her cheeks after showing the camera the actual ABIB green bottle, “Right. You weren’t the only ones there.”

Oh, right, she was showing us her skincare routine…

“Jay was with us,” Sunghoon says, and then there’s a pause. “You only went with us because of Jay?!”

“No,” she rolls her eyes, tapping her face as she rubs the serum in. “I see you guys every day. Why would I go to the gym just to see you guys flex when I see it every day at the dorm?”

Jake gasps, offended, “We don’t flex!” but he laughs halfway into the sentence, “Why else would you—” Another pause. “Oh my God, you only went with us because—“ The camera beeps out his next words.

Sora looks stricken at their faces before trying to laugh it off, “What— no!” She looks back and forth between the boys and the camera, nervously laughing. “I was just joking. I actually didn’t go because I’m too pretty to do any hard labor.”

The scene skips again. Now, Sora’s alone again.

She smiles sheepishly, “Anyways … I always take forever because the guys always come and distract me like that.”

Nice try, Sora, but you can’t distract us this time …

The camera focuses on her smile.

Okay, maybe you can.

“I put serum on before,” she points at the bottle, “Next is moisturizer. Real talk now, though, if you don’t want to do all of this and spend a lot of money, fair enough but cleanser, moisturizer and sunscreen is a must have.” She emphasizes her last words as she places the moisturizer on her knuckles and rubs it on. The camera fast forwards, her voice becoming high pitched and too quick to understand as she shows the camera her sunscreen before putting it on, including her neck, collarbones, and hands.

Talking and talking …

It goes back to normal speed, and Sora pats her skin dry with a cloth before turning to the camera, moving her face around so the camera could get all the angles of her smooth, glassy skin. She clasps her hands together, “I kind of took too long with that but I’ll do time skips!” She stands up with the camera in her hand, “Jay and I usually cook together but I think he’s still asleep, so..” She makes sure to grab her phone and puts it in her shorts pocket. “What should I make …?” She gets to the kitchen only to stop in her steps. “Um…”

She turns the camera so it could see her view, showing Jay with messy hair standing at the stove. He turns his head, smiling at her and the camera. He waves with his free hand before turning back to the stove, “Sora, you’re awake so early.” He pauses, “Did you even go to sleep?”

There’s a sheepish silence and he sighs, “Sora.”

“Oppa…” Sora tries to whine cutely, hoping it’ll get out of him telling the rest of the group and her getting scolded for it. “Everybody was asleep by the time I got back from the company and I didn’t want to wake anyone—”

“Nobody cares if you wake them up,” Jay huffs slightly, glancing at her and the camera before relenting. “Just do it next time, okay?”

“Okay…” Sora says quietly, making a face at the camera and shaking her head after Jay turns back.

“Stop,” Jay suddenly calls out and she glances around wildly, looking for who he’s talking to. “I’ll call you back when breakfast is ready, okay? Go wake the others up.”

“Um, no,” Sora frowns, having a bit of attitude in her voice, “You can go wake them up and I’ll finish breakfast.”

“We have this argument every day,” Jay sighs, setting down the spatula and walking over to her. “When will you get that you will never win this battle?”

“When will you realize that—“

The camera fast forwards.

5 minutes later…

“You guys are so loud,” Niki interrupts, squinting at the bright light in the kitchen. The camera was facing the doorway, catching sight of the other members. “You woke all of us up.” Sunoo and Jungwon follow behind him, Jungwon looking like he just woke up while Sunoo has already done his skincare routine, too.

“Where’s Heeseung-oppa?” Sora asks quickly, glancing behind the three for the oldest.

“Hi, Jungwon, how’d you sleep?” Jungwon grumbles to himself as Sunoo goes to the stove, reminding Sora and Jay of the food but Sora leaves it to Jay, pulling Jungwon out of the frame.

Oops. We all forgot about that.

“Ah…” Jay sighs, quickly going to salvage breakfast.

“What are you filming?” Niki asks, bending down to look at the camera sitting on top of the kitchen counter. He waves before pushing his hair back and standing up straight.

“Pass The Conch,” Sora says, coming back into frame again. “Ew, it’s too crowded in here.” She glances behind her shoulder, deciding to give up and let Jay handle breakfast. There was no way she wanted to deal with the boys whining that they were hungry.

She grabs the camera, “I wonder where Heeseung-oppa is,” she hums as she walks out the kitchen, leaving the others to deal with the food. “Jay-oppa and I always fight over who is going to make breakfast,” she explains, sighing. “Unfortunately, he always wins.”

“Noona,” Niki had been following her down the hallway quietly. She turns her head, the camera failing to capture her face as the hall was too dark. “Let’s go lay down.”

“I’m not ti—” Sora shuts up as Niki grabs her hand and pulls her to her room, placing the camera on her nightstand facing the opposite direction of her bed. There was rustling and Niki’s voice was heard, mumbling something to Sora. Sora sighs, “Okay, fine, but I don’t want you to sleep the whole day away.”

Did they forget about us? Again?

The camera moves, going from dark to showing Niki laying in Sora’s bed, one of his feet dangling off the bed. She giggles under her breath, zooming in on Niki’s face as he has an arm thrown over his eyes. He moves his arm, peeking an eye open at her. “Are you going to lay down?”

“I’ll fall asleep if I do.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the whole point,” Niki says and she can’t help but laugh at the remark. “Come on.” He grabs the camera first, the view becoming blurry before it goes black. Words appear on the screen.

??? We don’t know what happened either.

The camera turns back on again, showing Sora’s shoulders and up, laying on her bed, “Niki’s asleep,” she hums, “It’s always early mornings with ENHYPEN, so I’ll let him sleep in longer. He deserves it, anyway.” There’s rustling on the bed next to her and though she doesn’t look away from the camera, she freezes. After a second, she smiles and pretends like nothing happened, “He’s back in his bed but maybe I should sleep in a little longer, too… I just don’t want to—“ A yawn from herself cuts her off. “Okay. Nevermind, I don’t want to pass out so… I will…” She yawns again. “Okay, I’ll be back in a little bit for breakfast.”

Twenty years later…

The camera goes black before Sora is staring at the camera as she smoothes her hair down. She laughs awkwardly, “I didn’t wake up for breakfast. Or lunch,” she explains as she heads down the hallway. “And no one woke me up, either.” The editors beep out whatever she says next. “It’s now four in the afternoon and I think I can hear the TV in the living room.”

Instead of walking into the living room, she enters the kitchen and sets the camera down on the counter in the corner. You can hear some of the members talking in the other room and she smiles, turning to the sink.

“I’ll make japchae for dinner later,” Sora starts rambling as she begins the process of cleaning the dishes and putting them in the rack by the sink. She begins talking about what foods the boys like, that Sunoo and Heeseung ate tteokkbokki last night while the others ate bibimbap, “I can’t stand spicy food, Heeseung-oppa and Sunoo are really the only ones that can. But I make it for them, anyway,” she smirks lightly as she puts a bowl in the rack, “The others are always whining how it’s not fair they get special treatment but.. I do the same thing for them?” She tilts her head, blinking wide-eyed at the camera. “They’re not complaining then.”

“I like the special treatment,” Heeseung had come into the kitchen without making a sound. “You just woke up, why are you already working?” He waves his hand for her to move and she makes a face at him but takes a small step back, keeping them both in front of the sink and camera.

Sora cranes her neck up to look at him, “I was relaxing while sleeping. Now I’m awake and ready to serve!” She salutes, snickering when Heeseung rolls his eyes, shaking his head at her.

“More like we’re here to serve you,” Heeseung teases, taking the plate from her hands and looking into the camera so intensely it seems sarcastic. “I only exist on this Earth to serve Jung Sora.”

Oh my … Swoon!!! What a lucky girl.

Sora smiles in satisfaction shortly before it fell, making her swat him on the arm, ignoring his faked expression of pain and hissing and talking over him, “Don’t say that, oppa. People are going to think I’m evil and make you do all my bidding.” She takes the clean plate out of his hand and places it in the rack, turning to the fridge to grab a water bottle.

As her back was turned, Heeseung nods, mouthing, ‘Yes, she does.’ before breaking the act and giggling to himself. Sora’s lips turn up without even looking back before she turns around, raising an eyebrow and saying in English, “What’s so funny?”

“You,” he replies quickly in English. “You’re the most funny person I know.”

Sora smiles, letting her shoulder touch his briefly, “I could say the same thing about you.”

We’re still here… Again.

“They’re playing Mario Kart,” Heeseung goes back to washing the dishes, as the editors edit a blush on his cheeks. “Go watch. I got this.”

Sora immediately clocks his words, brows furrowing, “You’re not playing?” When he shakes his head, she frowns, “Why not.. I like watching you play the most.” Her voice lowers to a whisper so no one would be able to hear over the boys’ yells if they were listening in.

Swoon.. She just takes all of our hearts.

“What a good dongsaeng,” Heeseung pats her on the head, gazing down at her with a look in his eye the camera couldn’t see.

Sora smiles tightly at his words, smacking the wet hand towel he had put down against his chest, “And I’m still more mature than you.” Ironically, she sticks her tongue out at him before taking the camera with her out of the kitchen. She stops in the middle of the hallway, looking into the camera, “I want to play Yaja Time just once so I can …” Her hand makes a clenching fist, but there’s a smile on her lips. The editors edit devil horns on her head.

The scene cuts.

“Jay-oppa’s making dinner instead so I’m keeping him company,” Sora’s sitting on top of the counter, only her face in view as water boiling is heard.

Heeseung’s right, what a good dongsaeng!

“We’re eating Yeolmu Naengmyeon instead, I’m excited,” She twirls a piece of her hair around her finger. “I only let Jay-oppa make dinner because he makes his better than mine.”

Jay laughs, “Not a lot of people can be better at something than you.”

Ohhh… 🥰🥰

Sora’s eyes narrow at him, but there’s a smile on her lips as she says, “Don’t try and flatter me, oppa. I’m still making breakfast tomorrow.”

“Whatever you want,” Jay hums, sounding further away from the camera this time as Sora stays in her place on the counter.

Her eyes are focused on behind the camera, assumingly on Jay. “Can I show you on camera? ENGENE would love to see their husband.” Her eyebrows raise teasingly.

My husband Jay… Sounds good.

“Husband…? Ha,” Jay chuckles, “Sure.”

Sora jumps off the counter, hurrying to his side with the camera and turns it on him. Jay looks up briefly, smiling. He’s focused on peeling an egg.

Wah… so handsome!!

“ENGENE think you’re husband material,” she says the last words in English.

“They do?” Jay smiles. “What about you?”

Huh?

Sora blinks. “What?”

“Do I seem husband material to you?” Jay asks.

Sora blinks again, “You’re nice to me and can cook… So, yes.”

Jay laughs, turning to do something, “Your husband should be more than just nice and a cook.”

Sounds good to us…

“Hey, my standards are great,” Sora points at him.

Jay shakes his head, “Okay.” He comes towards her, holding a bowl and chopsticks in his hands. “Try this.”

Sora holds her hands out for the bowl and chopsticks but he holds it out of her reach. She rolls her eyes, “Really?”

Jay smirks, nodding.

Sora huffs, reluctantly opening her mouth for the taste bite. He feeds it to her, watching her face. Her eyes brighten as she chews, hurriedly swallowing and saying, “Oppa! That was so good.”

We want to try~

Jay laughs, “You say that every time.”

“‘Cause your food is good every time,” she shoves him lightly, him barely moving. “Can’t we just eat it all and not save some for the others?”

“Don’t listen to her, hyung,” Niki’s voice is heard. “We’re hungry, too.”

“Make your own food,” Sora tells him.

“You never let me,” Niki laughs, coming into frame. “Hyung, I want to taste it, too.”

Jay hands the bowl and chopsticks to him, disappearing from frame. Niki looks at it and then looks at Sora, smiling at her and handing both to her, “Noona..”

“You’re giving me it?” She looks at it suspiciously.

“Feed it to me,” Niki nods down at the bowl.

Oh…? The maknae wants to be fed?

Sora raises her brows, “You want me to feed it to you?” He nods silently. She blinks before shrugging, taking the chopsticks and that’s the last thing the camera has a view of before something pushes it to focus somewhere else.

Huh?

“Ah, it’s good, hyung,” Niki says. Sora’s silent for a moment.

“You were jealous,” Sora teases.

Oh?? How cute!!

“No,” Niki huffs out a laugh, fixing the camera to look at them again.

Was he the one who moved the camera?

“Ah, so cute,” Sora doesn’t listen, not even trying to argue.

“I’m not,” Niki says quickly.

Don’t worry Ni-Ki, Jay will feed you too if you ask.

“Okay,” Sora shrugs.

“I’m not!”

We get it, Ni-Ki.

“I said okay,” she snickers. “Come on, go tell the others dinner’s ready.”

Sora turns to the camera to turn it off as Niki’s voice is heard again, “I’m n—”

The scene cuts.

“Do you want to play?” Jungwon’s arm moves and Sora jumps, making him smile mischievously before continuing, “You’d be better than Jay-hyung.”

Jay simply shakes his head, a small smile on his face before he asks, “Jake, did you just throw that shell out at me?”

“Yup,” Jake mutters, not taking his eye off the screen.

“Oh,” he nods, becoming silent once again.

“Dude! What the—” Jake turns his head and spots the camera and Sora, shutting up. “When did you get here?”

“Just in time to see you lose earlier,” Sora smiles as Jake’s face drops before he turns away from her. She snickers, saying to Jungwon, “Jake is worse than Jay-oppa.”

Jake’s head snaps to her, “Jake? Jake?” He asks in disbelief as Jungwon and Sora start laughing. Jay pays them no attention, probably taking the opportunity to beat Jake. “Where are your manners?”

“I must’ve lost them on the way over here,” she does something that makes Jake jerk away from her. “That’s for not taking me to the gym with you and Sunghoon.”

Jake looks around incredulously as Jungwon muffles his laughter from behind the camera, “I-I can’t believe you right now, we literally— we asked!” He looks at the camera, gesturing to it, “It was on the camera!”

Sora looks straight at the camera before looking back at him straight faced, “What camera?”

Jake groans, slumping in his seat as the other three start laughing.

The scene cuts.

“I am so full,” Sora murmurs, close up to the camera so you can only see her eyes.

“You only ate half of your food,” Sunghoon says, Sora moving the camera so it’d get both of them in the frame. They’re in Sora’s bedroom, sitting against the headboard of Sora’s bed.

“I’ll probably get hungry in the middle of the night again,” she says, handing something to him. She adjusts the camera to sit on her bedside table. “Turn it on, oppa!”

“I’m doing it,” Sunghoon huffs, “Three years and still no patience,” he flicks her on the shoulder lightly. She rolls her eyes lightheartedly, but a smile is still on her face.

“I’ve been watching a lot of The Simpsons lately,” Sora explains to the camera. Sunghoon turns to look at her for a moment before turning back away. “Did you know The Simpsons predicted a lot of things before it even happened.”

Sunghoon stares at her again, “Do you think they’re going to respond to you?” He looks between her and the camera.

“They’re a better conversationalist than you are,” Sora says without missing a beat.

“Yah!”

Favorite past-times: Taking care of others and teasing them simultaneously.

Sora giggles, turning back to the camera, “I don’t think we can show the episode..” Sunghoon’s already slouching on her bed, laying down so the viewers can barely see the top of his head, “I’ll be back to get ready for bed.”

The scene cuts.

The room is dark but the viewers can see Sora’s shadow moving until the camera is picked up, “Sunghoon-oppa fell asleep,” she giggles quietly, pointing the camera to the top of Sunghoon’s face, the viewers only able to see his closed eyes. “I should draw on his face, right? It’s only fair since he fell asleep on me.” The editors edit devil horns on her head and put the audio of an evil witch laugh over her real laugh.

The scene cuts.

“I’m escaping the dorms,” Sora laughs, a pink and white cat beanie on her head with a white Sanrio mask covering her lower face. “Sunghoon-oppa woke up, and I don’t want to be there when he realizes I drew on his face.” She giggles to herself, looking behind her. “Ah, someone’s following me..”

What??

“Yah! I know seven men that will come and beat you up!” She suddenly yells, still looking behind her. The viewers can see the silhouette of a person behind her.

Sora??? What are you doing???

Sora giggles as the person comes closer, “So scary,” the person teases, revealing their face to the camera.

Jungwon? What are you doing here???

“They’re all strong,” Sora and Jungwon snicker, before Sora continues, “You wouldn’t want to meet them. Especially this one guy, he’s a bit younger than me.. He’s really weird. He thinks he’s a cat.”

Jungwon hisses at her and she laughs, pulling her mask down to her chin.

“Just kiddinggg,” she says in English, dragging the last word out, looping her arm through his. “You’re cute, Wonnie.”

“Thank you,” he side-eyes her, and she’s practically cheesing at him. Her hand comes up to squeeze his cheeks, and although he bats her away the first few times, he eventually lets her. “What are you doing out here by yourself? It’s dangerous.”

Sora’s eyes roll, “I was waiting for that. Is that why you followed me out here?”

“Yes,” Jungwon nods, looking around, “I’ll claw at anyone who tries to bother you.”

Sora laughs, right as a phone starts to ring. Sora looks down and grabs her phone, giggling when she looks at the screen, “Ah… He found out,” she starts to turn the phone around before Jungwon quickly grabs her wrist, stopping her from showing the camera her screen. “Oh. Sunghoon-oppa is calling,” she says, quickly silencing the call.

“Why? What’d you do?” He side-eyes her.

Sora grins, “He fell asleep while we were watching The Simpsons so I drew on his face.”

Jungwon laughs, looking around them again, “I hope you took a picture.”

“Duh!” She laughs, showing him her phone screen again after tapping it a few times. Jungwon bursts into laughter, making her giggle. “I won’t show it to protect his image but..” She looks at her phone again, “He looks handsome even with a mustache and unibrow.” The two start cackling again.

Her phone starts binging every few moments, the two making eye contact before giggling again.

All they do is laugh and have fun with each other. Getting jealous here…

“Let’s not stay out too late,” Jungwon says, looking around.

This is the third time you’ve looked around.. Are you expecting someone?

Sora nods, looking around, too. “It’s getting colder the later it gets, I’m already shivering.” She looks at the camera, “We’re going to head back to the dorm. Will you help me sneak in without Sunghoon-oppa seeing me?” She looks at Jungwon.

Jungwon hums, pretending to think about it, “Sit next to me tomorrow and I will.”

“Deal,” she grins cutely, turning to the camera. “See you~” The two wave goodbye.

The scene cuts.

Sora’s holding the camera in her hand as she brushes her teeth, the editors speeding the clip up. It only slows down when she’s getting ready to get her skincare items out of her vanity in her room. They catch a knock on the door, and Sora’s smiling before she says, “Come in!”

Another surprise visit?

“Hi,” Sunoo comes into frame, waving with a bag in his other hand. His hair is tied up out of his face. He turns to Sora, “Can we do our skincare together?”

Ah, hello Sunoo~

Sora smiles, “Duh.” She moves over in her chair and Sunoo sits next to her, getting out his own skincare. “Sunoo and I do our skincare together all the time,” she says as she applies what seems to be cleanser. “I actually got some of my products from him as a gift,” she giggles and the camera catches Sunoo’s blushing cheeks. The editors add more blush to his cheeks.

So cute…

“Tomorrow we have a schedule so sleep early,” Sunoo says as the editors speed through their routine. “And if you can’t sleep, come to my room.”

Sunoo is so sweet.. 🥲

Sora smiles, looking at Sunoo through the mirror, “Oh? Why would I come to your room?”

Sunoo looks at her in shock from her reply before his face contorts, “You know why.”

Sora can’t help but laugh at his face, nodding, “I know.” Sunoo looks satisfied towards the camera.

The two continue in silence before Sora breaks it again.

“You know I’m probably not going to sleep, right?”

Sunoo laughs, “I know. I’m just saying to be polite.” Sora grins, shaking her head at him.

So you say… ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

She turns to the camera, showing off her glassy, bare face. “I want to try a new eye makeup look whenever we don’t have a schedule again, and I think I’ll record it,” she says, and when Sunoo doesn’t respond, she looks at him.

“Oh, you were talking to me?” Sunoo looks surprised.

“Who else?” Sora thumps him on the arm lightly.

“The camera!” He laughs, “What are you wanting to do?”

“Ah, I’ll show you,” she grabs her phone from the side, taking a few moments to show him. “I saw it on—” she looks at the camera and hesitantly says, “— This photo app.” Sunoo laughs at her trying to censor the app name.

“Ah, you’ll look like a fairy,” Sunoo comments, smiling at her phone and then at Sora, making eye contact with her. “A pretty fairy.”

Sora laughs, avoiding eye contact and practically snatches her phone back from his hand, “Ha, ha, yeah…” Sunoo, again, looks at the camera smugly. “Show them an upclose view of your face,” she suddenly says, tugging on his shirt slightly, “before we go.”

“Oh, okay,” Sunoo mumbles as he gets closer to the camera, showing the viewers all angles.

Sora can’t be seen, but she says, “Sunoo’s so handsome, right, ENGENE?”

“Okay, okay..” He rushes back to his spot, cheeks flushed and she laughs.

Pretty and handsome best friends! We’re jealous.

“The editors are going to have to cut so much of this,” Sora says, looking at the camera. “It’s time for bed,” Sunoo laughs, and she smiles, “I’m going to try and sleep. ENGENE, make sure to stay healthy. We love you.” She leans back and makes half a heart on the side of her face, Sunoo quickly completing it. “Bye~”

Bye~ 👋

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Good evening wonderful fandom! SO glad to have a new ep to do some quick thoughts on. I missed our babies. As stated few weeks back the gif library is a turd right after an ep. So quick hand made ones till summer. Off we go.

6x04 Training Day

Lucy saying she’s fine as she consistently does all her fidgety tells screaming she is anything but LOL Tim picking this up too love it. Smart man saying what he does about “being fine.” They cute with her saying 'Does he want her to be upset?' He's so good at making her laugh in this moments. Makes my heart happy. Till John appears.... Way to jump in on their moment Nolan. Of course the man makes it worse…She was laughing before you got there John…Tim's face when she takes off. Like if I could punch you Nolan...

Oh Lucy... Definitely hitting her hard she’s still a patrol officer. Tasks that didn't used to bother her as much are. Ugh my girl. This is rough. You are anything but fine my friend…Poor Lucy last thing she needs is more alone time with her thoughts at a scene that'll take forever to wrap up. Not only that but babysitting puke…I think our girl is headed toward quite spiral that has yet to happen. Tim is gonna do his best to keep her sane but I have a gut feeling we are headed there. I could be wrong but just how I'm feeling.

Lucy killing me softly watching Juarez and Nolan get recognized on Tv. Mmm I am loving Tim coming to pick her up yum yum. Lucy mentioning almost getting that call... Damn nothing going her way today. Or lately... Think her only sanity at this point is that man next to her. Tim of course is picking up on it immediately knowing her mood is linked to Primm. Knows his girl so well. Stating she was hoping could've proved him wrong with catching a call like that.

I love this scene. Lucy telling Tim about her crappy day and Tim giving her perspective. Saying she could be the big hero tomorrow. Not only that but making her smile as well. Look at him building her up like it’s second nature. Cause it is. Damn I love these two. Him basically leaning on her and bumping her shoulder with his telling her not to be too greedy hehe That Lucy smile of his loud and proud. Making her beam as well. She loves this man next to her so much.

Oh my lord this entire scene had my heart racing. What an absolute BAMF our girl is holy hell. Tim would've lost his mind seeing this. Hell I did. I screamed when she got hit and my dog ran from the room LOL The looks on Harper/Lopez's face when she went down oh my goodness. The absolute panic on their faces. Right there with you ladies. This was a huge risk she took to prove herself. One like I said Tim would’ve lost his mind at seeing.

Lucy was definitely being the big hero this entire scene oh my lord my heart was pounding. What a way to impress Harper and Lopez but give me a damn heart attack. That scene in the ally with the brother..... I was worried when he didn’t stop she was gonna have to shoot him. Giving me 5x19 flashbacks. I think she is going to CARRY this with her for a long time. Being an empath is no joke. Our girl one of the finest even at her own detriment.

I was hoping for some insanely worried Tim and they DELIVERED. Like that man couldn't breathe till he set eyes on his girl. Oh my damn lord. The way he ran to get to her. Man on a mission doesn’t even stop to check in with Grey. By-passes them completely. Only wants to get to Lucy. His hand on her head had me reeling everyone. It's the gentle way he caresses her hair I'm squeeing. Also his non stop touching.

Trying to ground her by letting her know he was there emotionally and physically. Rubbing his thumb up and down her her collar bone. The sweet squeezes. I'm a puddle.. The way this man has transformed because of her still blows my mind. The sweet comforting touches. I'm losing my mind. His adorable attempt at a joke telling her she didn’t have to take the hero suggestion literally. Ugh Lucy breaking my heart into million pieces. Saying she doesn’t feel like one.

Melissa you deserve all the awards madam I’m crying. Her little pre cry when he says they'll deal with it my damn heart. Killing me. I love how Tim's hands have not left her for 90 percent of this moment. Protective Tim was very much present in this scene with Wes. Grey was too being like dude let us take the win. Feral Tim having Wes back it off for tomorrow. Wade being the sweet man he is says that's ok. Lucy is going to be anxious about all this. I would be stressed about him succumbing to his injuries now that Wes said that. Read the room Evers lol

Gah Tim telling her let’s go home. Then we get another glorious hug where he encases her in his arms. Protecting her emotionally from this situation. Lucy burying herself in his embrace. Wrapping her arm around him tightly to ground herself again. She needed to fall apart in his arms before they left. THIS IS SOO GOOD. Annnnnnd another head kiss I’m dead I am writing these thoughts from the grave.

Oh my word this season has delivered in spades both friggin crap. I’m out of breath from this episode in the best way. Also whoever does the music needs a raise I say it time and time again. But that song was perfection against the backdrop of this final scene. Was telling D earlier I already need to change my header to it.

I love this hug SO much it's insane. Sure I'll write a novel on it this summer. Having everything that's going on plus this I think our girl is hurtling toward a breakdown of some sort. Some actual UC/detective feelings coming with it. Cause our girl is anything but fine. I'm so excited to see where we go from here S6 has every bit worth the wait. I cannot wait till next week

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Side notes -non Chenford

Yay Aaron progress in therapy. Back to active duty ha his heart rate going up for her too cute.

We finally get Nyla’s new hair style. Loving it

Adore the idea of Tim being one to take Aaron back out. Ain’t no one better.

Mmmh love hard ass TO Tim in metro uniform yummy. Does things to me. Aaron thinking he got this TRAIN but there is panic there.

‘Train is leaving the station officer Thorsen.’ Mmmm He does impress Tim for this first call. Yay Aaron haha

Giving Aaron only 9 minutes before bouncing him back to being a rookie oh my lord Timothy. I love you so much.

I do adore watching Tim watching Aaron do well. I’m sure there is a part of him that misses being a teacher. You can see it in these scenes. The pride and excitement he gets when Aaron is doing well. Aaron doing little fist pump and Tim shaking his head I’m dying.

Also How can Tim make leaning against a chair look so sexy? I want to be the chair he is leaning against in this scene with the wife LOL

Glad he passed Tim's TRAIN test. Glad they took their time getting him back out there. Was realistic

Feel free to comment any and all thoughts. I welcome them. See you all next week!