#I added at least one clip from each season he's in

[ibetittering]

Never thought I'd edit Sarge to Mitski but here we are

#I added at least one clip from each season he's in #I know I'm a genius #Anyways no lore drop today #actually wait no never mind shits been going ON #First our fire alarms kept going off so my mom literally REMOVED them from the ceiling so we have no fire alarms now #Then my brother flunked out of college and probably can't get back in #So sucks for him 😛 #he might also have to get his big toes cut off since he stubbed them and they got infected #bro has so many issues #anyways #red vs blue #rvb #rooster teeth #rvb19 #rvb19 spoilers #rvb sarge #edit #edits #rvb restoration

[nalyra-dreaming]

WAIT OMG! we never actually hear show louis tell lestat that he loves him?? i know i probably sound stupid but i don’t think that’s something i’ve ever truly picked up on until now. i was rewatching some loustat scenes and got extra sad over lestat constantly feeling like he’s rejected and not loved, then it dawned on me that i don’t think louis said it or even showed it?? do you think that type of declaration will happen in future seasons?

this isn’t louis hate btw, i love them both so much

I love them both, too, and yes, ultimately I think we will get it^^.

…. okay this is a bit of a wasp‘s nest, so... fair warning^^.

Quite a while ago the IWTV writer's room (yes they are, or at least were active on Twitter) answered some questions.

One of them was this:

This... produced quite the backlash and made some huge waves around the fandom.

The thing is, Louis withholding and using that withholding (something the writers called "weaponization of language" here is canon behavior in the books, and something Louis in later books apologizes for.

Of course it is all a bit more difficult than the simplified (tweet)answer here. There is for example the added complexity of Louis losing Paul right after saying these words (something that, given this canon behavior does soften (for lack of a better word) said behavior, and as such was very much done on purpose, imho).

In the clip from the "Murder Mansion" we have already seen Armand commenting on the "withholding" as well, so I fully expect the show (aka the writers here) to keep this canon characterization, as they are obviously building on it.

It is something I also touched on the "intimacy post" a while back. Because for Louis and Lestat, in their good times, when they had sex regularly and bit each other during sex... Louis' inability to say the words probably meant next to nothing. Lestat would have been able to read it in the blood.

Only later, when the eating disorder set that fatal downwards spiral off (again, it bears repeating, this is not assigning blame, but it is an important aspect that started with the choice to not eat human anymore) the lack of the said words started to actually weigh on them.

So yes, eventually, the lack of the words was probably very much grating.

And for Louis it might have actually made it impossible to speak them.

Because, from experience^^, when you mean something it can be very, very hard to say that thing, especially if you know you maybe should have said the words earlier, but didn't - for valid reasons - but now... now they just seem unable to pass your tongue.

I think that is something that happened to Louis there. And Lestat probably didn't really feel rejected at first, but more frustrated, then estranged somewhat, mixed with concern, and then anger, and then and then and then... because he loves Louis.

And Louis loves Lestat.

Very much. Too much, maybe. Too much, maybe, for these words.

(Which is also why he and Lestat were both able to so easily say them during murder night, because then... then they were not meant.)

In the books he eventually does put it into words.

… I love you with my whole soul, and I will always love you, [..] you are my life. I have hated you for that and love you now so much that you’ve been my instructor in loving.

...this is from Blood Communion. Since we already know they are taking from that book.... :)

#asks #ask nalyra #amc iwtv #iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire amc #iwtv amc #iwtv 2022 #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #loustat #iwtv writers #I love you #withholding #weaponizing language

[cleolinda]

Weekend links, May 5, 2024

My posts

It seems like it couldn’t possibly be true, but Lauren Bacall seems to be the first “Lauren,” and you can see in the U.S. baby name graphs when she hits the screen. I’m leaving open the possibility that someone female, somewhere, was named Lauren before 1944, but as a Lauren, I haven’t seen evidence of it yet. 

Reblogs of interest

Late-breaking news: Bernard Hill (best known as Théoden in Lord of the Rings) has passed at age 79. 

The Hot Vintage Lady Polls: Reminder that I’m not affiliated with the Hot Vintage Brackets (or any brackets); I just like vintage ladies and get easily obsessed with things. Greta Garbo and Rita Hayworth are in danger this time (I am letting the chips fall where they may with Ava). I would say I don’t understand people, but I’m sure Audrey people don’t understand me, either. That said, the Flaming Chaos Elmo inside me wants to see the Hepburns matched against each other. 

@hotvintagepoll is also running polls to cast an imaginary vintage Dracula movie, as a treat.

Speaking of: Season’s Greason’s, Dracula Daily fans! Good Friend Jonathan’s time loop begins again. 

May the Fourth be with you (And also with you)!

New music from Garbage! “Better Not Lie to Me,” “Revenge and Hurt,” a cover of “Song to the Siren,” and a new mix of “Bad Boyfriend” with Dave Grohl on drums this time. 

New music from Dua Lipa! I’ve liked all the singles a lot so far, and ”Whatcha Doing” is the album song I like the most as of this writing. Good luck to Dua this week cracking the Billboard Taylor 100!

Hozier Watch 2024: At first I was just poking fun at myself for having links here two weeks in a row, and now it’s just a thing? I see this “All art has political dimensions” gifset go by at least once a week, but I’m reblogging it this time for the user discussion.

(“I wrote a song called the Monster Mash, so you should play that. That’s one of mine.”)

“Here are some more articles about the increasing number of First Nations who have been able to reintroduce bison to their lands.”

How to spot fake news (namely: slow the fuck down)

The illustrious career of clip-art wolf Lumpy Kiba

Call an ambulance… but not for Alfred Pennyworth

No one was doing it like costume designer Eiko Ishioka

Crab Cake (Scott Fraser, 2019) 

Unhinged lifestyle editorials, a triptych

Video

Honestly this dual mating dance was my favorite video this week

The Donna Summer song that Brian Eno called “the sound of the future”; I added a video of her performing it 22 years later, and he wasn’t wrong

This seems fine: An... upside-down... deer guitar that...?

Watch for the exact moment this dad realizes why his child thinks mothers in labor foam at the mouth

Come for Werner Herzog’s fear of chickens; stay for a quote that will blow you straight back to Journalfen 2004

This video of birds eating seeds and drinking orange juice is also self care

Eventually someone will stop Chocolate Guy, but today is not that day

The sacred texts

Hope is a weapon. Hope is a skill

Personal tag of the week

Cats, including this cat full of love, designed by poll, and the two types of kittens.

#weekend links #odds and ends #linkspam

[99problemsandallofthemarefandoms]

Ok, I'm pretty sure I've read one before where Joey joins Kaiba's security team in two different fics but, I got another one.

It starts with a future scene of Kaiba and Joey older and its them probs arguing about something while hanging out with the Yugi gang. The Yugi gang question's how Joey ended up as head of KC security when they are still going at it like they are.

Time jump to maybe a year or two after highschool graduation. Tea goes to America, Yugi having had enough excitement for one life has taken over more of his gandpa's store responsibilities (which is doing really good with the King of Games manning the store lol), Tristan and Bakura made it into some collage, Duke is running his game company while Joey jumped into the work force with some duel tournaments on the side. He is doing pretty well for himself after escaping his father's house and living on his own. Nothing extravagant but he is much happier living now instead of just trying to survive.

He is probably the one who sees Kaiba the most as he does receive (obligatory) invites to Kaiba duel tournaments held each season that Kaiba attends not to duel but its a KC duel tournament he has to appear at least once or twice.

Yugi gang probably has a group chat that also includes Mokuba so everyone is still keeping in touch and try to meet when they can during holiday or school breaks. Joey often visits Yugi's shop on the way to work or on days off. He sometimes hops a train to bother Tristan at school or with Yugi to surprise Bakura when he starts to stress about finals.

Something big happens at Kaiba Corp. security is bribed, something gets stolen, leaked, Mokuba gets kidnapped again but Kaiba is not happy. He is now on the hunt for a more reliable security and is viscous cause this will not happen again.

Skip to a KC tournament. Joey managed to get Yugi into this one. Mokuba shows up in disguise is even joining in cause he was bored. They are all messing around talking about decks when Kaiba comes to collect his brother. Again something happens. Someone tries to attack the Kaibas or steal something and Joey steps in. Joey of course has his gang history and has been working heavy lifting jobs so is pretty tough and takes down the person just as security comes trotting. Kaiba has had it with them at this point. The only one who is saved from being fired was his personal guard/assistant (sorry don't remember how to spell his name).

Everything gets settled. Joey maybe returns what is stolen or turns the person over to the cops. Tournament goes off without any further interruptions.

Later Kaiba is contemplating about is predicament. He needs someone reasonably competent, strong, with enough guts to fight someone if need be, and above all else loyal. TV somewhere is running the duel news about the KC tournament and shows a clip of Joey during one of his duels. *lightbulb*

Within a week Kaiba is knocking on Joey's door with a contract in hand all necessary paper work to hire Joey as a security guard at KC. Joey refuses till Kaiba explains why he is trying to hire him. Its like pulling teeth but Kaiba eventually explains his recent predicaments with his current security and needs someone who he can *sigh* trust to work for him. Joey would be Kaiba's sort of inside man on his security team as an added bonus Joey is also super social so he can figure out who is slacking on the security team. (This is not temporary contract just to wheedle out slackers he is try to hire Joey outright for security. Especially since he doesn't need to do a background check or anything since he knows Joey. Yes joey was in a gang but that's a plus cause it means he can fight with little extra training and he can get him working sooner.)

Joey is fine where he is at the moment and doesn't really need the money but, he has seen the recent drama around KC. He hates it but, as much as Kaiba brushes them off the Yugi gang are the closes people this this guy has to friends. This is basically Kaiba's way of asking for help with this matter and the main reason Kaiba wants to hire him gets Joey to sign the contract. Kaiba may not be his best friend but it was close enough that Joey couldn't bring himself to turn the guy down when he was asking for help. Not that he would call Kaiba out since the contract was pretty generous.

He probably sent Kaiba home for the day and talked to Yugi about it. Yugi said the same thing his conscious told him but says not to take the job if he really does not want to.

Joey ends up taking the job.

Insert inner cooperate espionage, paparazzi, saving lives and forced communication that eventually leads to dating.

Cuts back to present day of Kaiba and Joey still with the Yugi gang having told only about the first half of the story to their audience. Joey probably cuts it short with somethin like "Then I had to save this nerd's life a couple of times and he decide he couldn't live without me." Kaiba gives him a side eye at the slight over embellishment but denies nothing about the statement.

The gang laugh. Good joke....It was a joke right........!!!!!!!!!!

Kaiba and Joey are unbothered by their friend's outburst and talk about the relationship as if they were talking about the weather. They probs are eating out somewhere. Joey and Kaiba interrupt the outburst by getting into super domestic bickering as Kaiba complains about his order not being right or something.

"oh god how did we not notice they bicker like an old married couple."

Somehow the gang only just realize the two are in fact wearing matching rings. (It was a Vegas drunk night wedding after a really good business deal party so that's why no wedding party) Nothing changed other than they both wear their rings all the time. Joey often ears his on a chain while at work and Kaiba likes that it keeps a few of the girls from trying to flirt with him at dinner parties and events.

Joey still has an apartment he owns. Its closer to KC now and nicer than the one he got after high school. Partially because Kaiba was picky. Joey owns the apartment while Kaiba still has his manor. A good bit of the manor has been renovated to be more of a lab with some living spaces for large gatherings or guests. They usually stay together but they like their separate spaces from time to time. Kaiba when he is working on a project while Joey wants to invite his friends over or to be angy alone till they can't sleep alone then kiss and make up though this happens less as they mellowed out in their older age.

Gang realizes Kaiba was early to Joey's birthday party not because it was close to work but because he had been sleeping there the night before.

#puppyshipping #violetshipping #kaijou #joukai #fic idea #fic ideas to inspire writers with #why do i do this #gets way to involved with ideas but never writes them

[itneedsmoregays]

My history with Transformers

So the Transformers franchise is officially 40 years old. It's pretty amazing how an inherently silly concept like alien robots who turn into cars has lasted this long and shaped so many childhoods.

Every fan's introduction to it, young and old, is different so I'd like to share my own story:

I watched a lot of cartoons and animated movies as a kid, quite a few of which had fantastical elements. But for some reason, I was the type of kid who didn't care for superheroes or giant robots. I knew of Transformers from an old VHS trailer for Transformers: Armada, as well as that McDonald's ad for Hamtaro and Transformers toys, but that was as far as my knowledge of the franchise went.

It wasn't until 2007 when my brother got the new DVD of Michael Bay's Transformers for Christmas. I'd seen one toy advert for it but hadn't give it any other thought. When he asked me if I wanted to watch it with him, I shrugged and said: "...Yeah, sure, whatever." So the next day, we sat down and watched it. After it had finished, he found it okay... but I, on the other hand, was completely mesmerized throughout the whole movie.

Everything about it astounded me: the action, the visuals, the distinctive designs of each robot, the way the parts of every vehicle folded into every robot's body. Now I finally saw how neat giant transforming robots could be.

If I remember correctly, my favourite Autobot was a tie between Jazz (the cool guy of the group) and Optimus (the big badass truck with the awesome voice). And my favourite Decepticon was Bonecrusher mainly due to his wicked design with the wheeled feet and that claw on his back, along with the fact he was the only one other than Megatron with the ball bearings to fight Optimus (I was really bummed I couldn't play as him in the PS2 game LOL). Afterwards, the very first Transformers toy I owned was Deluxe Class Wreckage which I bought from a charity shop.

It's pretty safe to say that from that point onward, I was hooked on Transformers (the Bay films at least, before I learned later down the line the problems with them). I saw the two sequels, started collecting the toys, drew the characters, played the tie-in games, and even called Dark of the Moon my favourite movie at one point.

While the fourth film was being developed, I was hungry for some more Transformers content. So I decided to try giving one of the TV shows a chance. I was unsure where to start, until I discovered a clip of Optimus and Megatron fighting from Transformers: Prime which has just finished its first season. My interest peaked, I watched the whole show and found that I loved it more than the Bay films, finding all the characters, stories, action and humour to be major improvements. At present, it's still my favourite Transformers show. (Arcee's my favourite 'Bot while Knock Out and Starscream are tied for my favourite 'Cons)

In-between Prime's mid-season breaks, I also took the time to watch the original G1 cartoon, including the 1986 movie. It was nice to go back to the franchise's original toyetic and silly yet still enjoyable and adventurous '80s roots. And despite having been spoiled on Optimus Prime's death years in advance, it still got me emotional (that soundtrack kicks ass tho).

I even bought and played the War for/Fall of Cybertron games on PS3, loving the epic scale and the robot designs which seemed like a sleek blend of both G1 and Prime. It was also my first time playing a Transformers game that took place entirely on Cybertron rather than Earth, which was really cool.

Suffice to say, all this exposure to different Transformers content and having fun comparing them had strengthened my love for it. And despite now knowing full well how nonsensical, repetitive and dull the movies were by comparison, I decided to give Age of Extinction a fair chance once it finally came out... it blew. XD I didn't even bother to watch The Last Knight later, and from what I've read up on it, I didn't miss much.

And since then, my subjection to other Transformers avenues has only grown:

I watched a tiny bit of Robots in Disguise (2015) but didn't find it as engaging as Prime

Watched all of Animated (fun show, really should rewatch it at some point)

Found Bumblebee to be the best live-action movie with a touching smaller-scale story, slicker action and more memorable villains (thank you, Travis Knight)

Got to meet David Sobolov at a convention (really cool guy) and compliment him on his performance as Shockwave

Checked out all of Beast Wars (R.I.P. Dinobot)

Watched the wholesomeness that is EarthSpark (don't care what anyone says, it's great)

Had a fun time with Rise of the Beasts (loved this version of Mirage)

And I may go to TFNation this year to meet David Kaye, Gregg Berger and Kathreen Khavari. Hopefully in the future, I can meet Peter Cullen and Frank Welker as well!

So, yeah, that's my vividly detailed history with Transformers. Despite the degrading quality of the Bay sequels, I still have a soft spot for the first movie. To this day, the effects and action sequences (especially Blackout's introduction, Scorponok's attack and the highway fight) still blow my mind. Plus it was the movie that struck a chord with me and prompted me to dip my toes into the vast ocean of this franchise.

And I'm incredibly thankful that I did. It's brought me so much joy over the years and I could never imagine my life without it.

#transformers #happy 40th anniversary #happy anniversary #transformers 2007 #transformers movies #bayformers #transformers bayverse #transformers prime #tfp #the transformers #transformers g1 #transformers generation one #the transformers the movie #transformers war for cybertron #transformers fall of cybertron #robots in disguise 2015 #transformers animated #tfa #bumblebee #bumblebee 2018 #beast wars #transformers earthspark #transformers rise of the beasts #transformers armada #macaddam

[oldfashionedmorphine]

well now i can’t say “nobody asked for this…”

(dear anon, i hope this helps!)

fyi—i spend way too much of my time looking things up for this fic… and this is some of what i saved when it came to outfits/hair and also just some basics info/stuff :)

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mike in 2004

hair: styled like johnny depp’s hair in the 90s… he’s kept it shoulder length or longer since 1986—he ditched the bangs at some point in the early 90s! and since he doesn’t dye it, there’s some gray throughout

outfits: white or black t-shirt’s, black jeans, and converse high tops are still his bread-and-butter base. his style is pretty consistent because he’s not a big fan of change—he likes what he likes! it’s just super easy for him to throw something else over a plain t-shirt and walk out the door.

overall: he doesn’t typically keep his face clean-shaven, call it laziness, but sometimes he will wait two weeks or more between picking up a razor. he’s still skinny because he doesn’t always eat right, skipping meals because he gets too distracted with video games, but years of drinking are starting to take a toll and reflect in his skin, at times looking sallow

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will in 2004

hair: styled basically like whatever hayden christensen was doing to his hair in 2003/2004, also not a fan of hair dye, and also as he got older there was a bit more wave to his hair

outfits: wears lots of flannels, band/graphic tees, polos, button ups with sweater vests, jeans/corduroy/khaki pants, adidas/saucony jazz/new balance style sneakers—usually laid back but he will also use any excuse to dress it up! wears square-framed tortoiseshell glasses since 2001 (when he had to renew his driver’s license he couldn’t pass the eyesight test—got his eyes checked and sure enough he needed glasses!)—and included that picture of noah wearing glasses cause when i saw it i was like, wow yeah, that’s not too far off, just change the frames and age him 15 years… lol

overall: usually keeps his face free of any stubble, also has a few gray hairs but not as many as mike and he likes to walk or run for exercise to better keep in shape, in the summer he’s been known to pick up a tan, and he has one tattoo—the word “love” written in morse code under the scar from where nancy burnt him with a hot iron [ .-.. --- ...- . ]

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holly in 2004

(holly is 24, about the same age as kristen bell so I kinda picture her from veronica mars season 1 but with long hair/dyed like cady heron from “mean girls”—holly watched the movie earlier that year and liked the look!)

outfits: low rise flare jeans, denim jackets, fitted shirts, canvas vans sneakers, low top converse

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el in 2004

hair: long, always past her shoulders at least—she doesn’t like cutting it short for obvious reasons—she also dyes it and never skimps on spending money to maintain it and loves adding things like butterfly clips or barrettes with sparkles

outfits: she loves fashion and experimenting with her wardrobe. lots of delicate details and whimsy. a lot of what claire danes and anne hathaway were wearing 2002-2004

what she’s up to: el never went to college, but attends a few business seminars in between all her world travels and eventually invests some of her government hush money into opening a vintage/antique shop in hawkins that her and joyce run together.

el’s exact outfit from ch 8!

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outfit inspiration for mike + will in 1999 (aka for ch. 15)

mike: black jeans, ochre yellow striped button down, and of course he would’ve worn his typical converse shoes if he had to physically travel to the house that night, but alas… lol

will: brown dress shoes (normally wears sneakers, but for special occasions he gets fancy), light wash denim with navy turtle neck, plus brown leather jacket

(yes… i purposefully made them wear each others colors 😏)

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the mood board i made for nancy + jonathan’s wedding in 1993

(i’ve posted this before but idk how many of you saw it lol)

of course there is more i could add and sadly there’s things i’ve since cleared from my phone like the picture i had saved of a wedding dress i thought nancy would wear… but if there is anything else you’d like to know, i’m always down to talk more about this story! send me a message—you don’t have to stay on anon unless you wanna, but i don’t bite!! ;)

#iawwyh #nonsense about my fic #if my drawing skills weren’t so rusty… #i would draw something from each chapter lol #very out of practice and no longer have my wacom tablet #and it would take me forever :( #so this was the next best thing for me :D

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Day 28: "No... not like this"

@febuwhump prompt: "No... not like this"

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Hunter, Phee, Tech (mentioned) Set after Season 2, as part of the AU outlined in this post Content Warning (SPOILERS): discussions of pregnancy & abortion Word Count: ~1485 Click here to read on AO3

Synopsis: Hunter and Phee receive some unwelcome news.

“Phee?” The doctor reached out a hand as she entered with her clipboard, which Phee gracefully shook. “I’m pleased to say that there is no malignant cause for your recent stomach trouble.”

“Well that’s a relief,” said Phee with an eye-roll, tossing her bouncy curls and leaning back in the chair.

“So what’s causing the sickness?” Hunter asked roughly, arms folded across his chest. His impatience was clear in the way he loomed behind Phee, glancing at the exit.

“That’s the good news.” The young woman was positively beaming. “Let me be the first to congratulate you. You’re pregnant!”

A moment of silence. Phee remined expressionless. Hunter’s attention whipped to the doctor. Then, “Congratulate?” said Phee slowly, disbelief dripping from each syllable.

And, “Pregnant?” echoed Hunter, a hollow resignation to the way he said the word.

“I’m sorry,” said the doctor in confusion. “Is this… not good news?”

“Hah!” Phee barked a humourless laugh. “You could say that.”

She turned to face Hunter, her expression guarded. “You knew,” she said with quiet accusation.

“No,” Hunter protested, but he looked wretched. “I… suspected.”

“Your super senses tell you that?”

“Yes.” There was no point lying. “I wanted to be sure.”

Phee threw her hands up in the air, spinning the chair back to face the young doctor whose smile had turned brittle with the tension in the room. “Well, this sure is an unsatisfactory situation!” Now it was her turn to fold her arms defensively, fixing the medic with an arch look. “What are my options, doc?”

To her credit, the doctor recovered her composure. “I… I’m sorry if this comes as difficult news for you,” she apologised. “Of course, nobody will force you to continue with the pregnancy if that isn’t right for you. Is… is the father not around?” She shot a glance at Hunter, and it was almost possible to see the mental recalculation as she corrected her assumption that he might be that figure.

“You could say that,” said Phee, whilst Hunter buried his hands in his pockets and concentrated hard on the floor.

“Okay.” The clip-board flipped open as the doctor consulted her notes. “Unfortunately you are past the stage for an early pharmaceutical intervention. It would have been better if you had come in as soon as you missed your period–”

“Hang on,” said Hunter, reluctantly taking an interest. “This is the first time her menstrual cycle has been disrupted.” When Phee glared at him he gave an apologetic shrug. “Sorry. I… can’t help noticing these things.”

The doctor frowned. “That can’t be right. The abdominal scans show clearly you must be about twelve weeks pregnant.”

Phee’s eyebrows shot up, face scrunching in disbelief. Behind her Hunter let out a relieved gasp.

“So it can’t be Tech’s.”

Phee spun and punched him in the shoulder. “I get that you guys were sheltered,” she admonished, “but I assume you at least know how babies are made. The normal way,” she added sarcastically. “Believe me when I say it can only be his.”

Hunter leaned towards the doctor, one hand resting on the back of Phee's chair. "Can you give us a minute?" he asked, in a way that wasn't really a question.

"Of course," said the young woman, shooting a sympathetic glance at Phee. "Take all the time you need. I'll be right outside." She gathered her papers and left.

Once she was gone Hunter circled the table and took the chair she had vacated. For a moment he dropped his head, bone-weary, then looked back up to meet Phee's uncompromising gaze. For her part the treasure hunter kept her lips pursed in disapproval, waiting for him to speak first.

"You're telling me there was no-one else," he said slowly, testing the words out loud. "No-one before Tech."

"I think I'd know," she retorted, sassiness unaffected by – or perhaps increased because of – the situation. "No, there was no-one else.” She shot him a suspicious look. “How'd you even know about us anyway?"

"I told you,” groaned Hunter, "I can't help noticing these things."

"Geez, he wasn't kidding when he said there's no privacy aboard that ship."

Hunter grimaced. "I try and stay out of their personal lives. I never asked about it."

"Alright, my turn to ask a question, soldier-boy." Phee leaned forwards, resting her forearms on the table. "Tell me how I can be twelve weeks gone when it's only been a month since he and I–"

"Clone genetics," said Hunter quickly, glancing away. "Accelerated growth. Most clones grow at twice the rate of a normal human."

"Most?" said Phee astutely. Hunter squirmed.

"We... Clone Force 99... our ageing is even faster."

Phee settled back, crossing her arms again. "Just how old are you boys?"

"Me and Wrekcer are nine," said Hunter quietly. "Tech is... was... ten." He looked lost. "Echo's a bit older. He's thirteen."

"Geez," said Phee with a ghost of a smile. "I knew I was cradle-snatching but I didn't realise quite how big the age gap was."

Hunter stared at her incredulously. "How can you laugh at a time like this?"

"What am I supposed to do?" she snapped back, eyes flashing dangerously. “Weep elegantly into my ‘kerchief and hope for the best?” She shook her head, sighing. “So you’re tellin’ me this baby’s gonna grow double-time inside me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. Seems that way,” said Hunter helplessly. He scrubbed a hand over his face and then sat straight-backed, dropping his hands to his knees. “So what do we do now?”

Phee looked at him sceptically. “We don’t do anything,” she said. “I decide what to do next.”

Hunter frowned in confusion. “What do you mean, decide what to do?” Then, with an uncertain waver, “You’re keeping the baby.”

The words were half-question, half-plea. Phee gave Hunter a long, steady look before shaking her head.

“I don’t know that,” she told him. “I can’t raise a kid by myself! Let alone one that’d grow up twice as fast because of whatever funky deal you specially engineered soldiers have going on.” She waved her hands, a gesture that encompassed Hunter and the rest of the room. Seeing Hunter’s stricken look, she softened a little. “Why does it matter so much to you, anyway?”

“That…” Hunter trailed off, then tried again. “That’s Tech’s kid,” he said quietly, voice raw. “It might be the last part of him we ever have.”

“You know that’s not a good reason to have a baby.”

“But… but Tech…”

“Tech isn’t here,” said Phee firmly, but with sympathy. “Don’t get me wrong. I liked your brother. Liked him a whole lot.” She leaned back in her chair, a sad smile on her face. “Hells, I’d imagined what it would be like if you guys stopped on Pabu,” she said wistfully. “Joined me in the treasure-hunting business. Maybe I thought about the pitter-patter of tiny feet on my ship. Little brown-eyed babies running round.” She stopped, reading the devastation on Hunter’s face. “But not like this.”

“No…” echoed Hunter numbly. “I guess… not like this.”

Silence lingered like a vortex between them, both trapped in their own thoughts. Eventually Phee spoke.

“You understand why I can’t keep the baby.”

“We’d help,” said Hunter immediately, instinctively. Phee looked at him in surprise as he leaned forward in his chair, reaching over the table towards her. “I’d help. You wouldn’t be alone.”

“You’ve got your hands full tryin’ to find Omega,” said Phee. Hunter flinched at the reminder, looking away. “I appreciate the thought, Hunter, but you’re not in a position to make that promise.”

“But… it’s Tech’s kid,” repeated Hunter, dazed and hopeless.

Phee sighed. “Go get the doctor. I’m ready to go home and sleep on it.”

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They were back at the clinic the following week, watching the little bean wiggle and dance on the ultrasound.

“Well I’ll certainly give credence to the theory that the foetus has inherited the accelerated growth genes from the clone parent,” said the sonographer with surprise. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Hunter stood at the head of the bed beside Phee, gaze riveted on the black-and-white image of his niece or nephew.

Phee turned her face up to him, lips pursed in thought. Then, “Y’know, that Hemlock guy never seemed that trustworthy to me.”

Hunter glanced down at her in confusion.

“What I’m saying is, I wouldn’t take his word at face value,” Phee continued, a tight smile coming onto her face.

Hunter blinked, guarded hope dawning in his eyes. “You mean-”

“I mean you’d better go find out what really happened to your brother.” She looked back at the screen, to the recognisable shape waving tiny arms and legs. Her fingertips crept to the edge of her belly, brushing the skin beside the sonographer’s gel.

“Find out if he’s still alive, and if he is, bring him back to me.”

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday28 #“no... not like this” #the bad batch #tbb fanfic #phee genoa #tech x phee #just_thoughts

[sendinthehuskies]

You may already have talked about and answered this long ago, but I wanted to ask just in case because the intrusive thought has been rattling around my brain all transfer window so far:

Hypothetically, how do you think the Stonesford relationship (friendship/bond/potential romance or whatever you want to call it) would change, both in canon and fanon, if Pickford were by some incredible twist of fate transferred to Man City this year or next? Say if by the early Summer both Ederson & Moreno pick up big chronic side-lining injuries (hopefully they don't IRL of course! Not wishing anyone ill) and/or Carson retires, but no-one from the reserves/subs is quite ready to blood in yet either, and so the club has to scramble quickly to nick a good proven keeper from another Prem team to fill in for the start of next season...and it's Picks who's the best choice both available and desperately wanting to move club fast (not implausible, Everton are in a highly precarious position).

To me, this feels like it would be a very decisive make-or-break flashpoint for Jordan & John as a pair, who by now are used to not getting much time together, splitting their time, and having a lot of time apart, whether that's as best mates or anything else. They live fairly close by each other, but as it is they've got commitments and families and other mates/colleagues who take up their hours, and schedules for Prem footballers are squeezed. So, if then suddenly they got to (had to) work together daily or weekly in person, do press, go to all the same club functions, wear the same badge and go to the same training sessions/dressing room/canteen etc., how would they like all the new proximity and adjust? Would they soon start to find each other more annoying, off-putting or boring in ways they hadn't had chance to notice before? Or would they become even more endeared and interested and hard to separate?

I also can't help wondering how Stonesy's behaviour around his City teammates, especially the England lads, might cause a major sticking point. John seems very intensely focused on Jordan when they're together at England, sticking close to him at least half the time and noticeably prioritising him over all the others, but could he--would he--willingly keep doing that at City? Give up his social time and affection needs with the boys, just to keep Jordan close and feeling secure, preserve what they have? When it's nine whole months of the season to get through, and not the nine weeks total as it is for internationals, that's a much bigger ask both socially and emotionally (this was the man who refused to marry his childhood sweetheart of 11 years/first child's mother/round the way girl because he "needed space", after all.)

And how would Picks cope, seeing John draping himself all over Kyle & Kalvin & Jack every working day, nibbling their ears and climbing over their laps all day like Jordan's not even there? Or worse, all over Ruben & Laporte & KDB & Julian etc., who are lads Jordan can't even confidently rip into or shout at or warn off? (language and cultural barriers, y'know). Would he come to a place of ease with sharing and letting out more space between him and John (or adding someone/s into their little clique for two?), or would it just be too painful and humiliating, forcing Jordan to cut ties and let him go? It's one thing to watch John being John on edits and social media posts online, or on MOTD clips, or in photos, but when it's happening live in the flesh in front of his eyes every single day and he can't do a thing about it publicly, could be a different story?

In any case, it feels like at City, under Pep's watchful strict eye, there probably wouldn't be the same loose, easy, and safe freedom to be Stonesford(tm) the way they instinctively know how to at England, and to keep starting places in the City team they'd have to buck up and stop hanging off each other or hyperfocusing on each other positively or negatively, whether they preferred that or not. The demands of the top-table team and Guardiola's control would impact the way they are, one would imagine.

tl;dr it's hard to see it going smoothly for Stonesford if Picks went City, whether they stayed together/grew even closer or ended up splitting under pressure and calling time because of it. Really interested to hear your thoughts, though.

What an absolutely incredible thing to receive in my inbox!

Let me start by saying that your own thoughts on this are excellent and i thoroughly enjoyed reading this. One thing I long for is more people throwing their weight behind the story of this pairing and sharing their opinions on what will/won’t/is happening rather than just me rabbiting on about what I think, so this was an absolute joy to behold.

So, I think fundamentally their relationship is something that crosses over to both canon and the fic world - I don’t think their friendship and the way they are around each other in fic is wildly different from how they are in real life (obviously they’re not fucking, and I mean this in contrast to like Jack and Hendo - which is entirely made up based off a ten second clip), which means largely I think the consequences of Jordan joining city would be the same here and there.

My impression in both fic and in real life has long been that they work because Jordan does not, never has, and never will, need John. He’s extremely happy to just get his head down and get on with work - he has never been clamouring to into a clique, never been one to try and flaunt relationships with other footballers on insta comments or stories. Hes got no desire to be famous, to secure a big gig when he’s retired. He’s got his mates from home and his family and football is just his job, same with you or me.

And John has never not been John. When they were 18 John was hanging off Barkley, then Harty, then Kyle for years in a big way, and since then tonnes of various men. So I think Jordan would not be phased by John being John at city, not even in front of his salad.

Jordan’s not star struck by Kev and Erling and Mahrez. They’re just men. He’d happily boss City’s back line about too because apart from John and Kyle, they’re all either geeks (sorry laporte) or younguns. He’d not be scared to scream at them when he needed to.

I think where Jordan would potentially struggle would be under Pep, and what he expects, and how he can be quite brutal to the players. Jordan would either fold under the pressure, or, what I think is more likely, is that he’d thrive off it. As we’ve seen countless times - pen shoot outs, finals, everton relegation zone - he doesn’t panic and implode. He gets better the more pressure is on him.

He’s never really had any remarkable tutelage, so Pep could help him to refine the skills he has and become the great player he really is. And we know already that the way John and Jordan play together, as attested by sports journalists and pundits and all sorts of experts, makes both of them better.

Jordan’s able to stay closer to his net because John has such a tight rein over the box which makes Jordan a better keeper and less prone to accident. Conversely, Jordan’s ability on the ball, command of the back line and skill at playing out lets John relax, focus, and press deeper where needed.

As is the case with John and Kyle, the longer people have been playing together the better they become at intuiting each other’s moves and working as a unit. The three of them would certainly do well together, especially aided by City’s other star defenders.

John’s attitude towards England players at City is somewhat different, though, if we’re to go off how he’s acted in the past. I do think there are people who gravitate to the most popular person in the room and latch themselves on. I do think John is one of those people.

But what makes it work is that Jordan isn’t bothered. John will be back, like he always is, and Jordan doesn’t need him all the time anyway. In fact - in real life and in fic - too much John gets on his last nerve. So dipping in and out of favour is a blessing.

And it only turns on John on when people he loves are centre of attention. I don’t think he’d want to protect Jordan and keep him to himself, I think he’d love having him do well and be popular. He’d love nodding and saying “do you get it now?? What I’ve been saying??” It would make John want him all the more.

If John can maintain his obsession with Kyle at England and City, he would with Jordan too, I think. Like you see in the one interview they got to do with Kyle, they just end up folding in on one another and sniggering at in jokes anyway - I can’t see that changing if it’s Haaland or Dias or DeBruyne in Kyle’s place.

I think it’s worth saying though that I come at this from the point of view of their 2023 selves, which is extremely significant. Because they’ve both been to the cliff edge and back, I truly think they’re both so much more relaxed about the whole thing now. A few years ago, I’m sure the pressure would’ve crushed them. John wouldn’t be able to compartmentalise and he’d blame Jordan for things and vice versa. I feel they view all this playing time they get now as extra - a second chance. So they just enjoy themselves. And they’d enjoy exploring the sport together at premier league level now, because they’ve done everything else together. Why not this.

Anyway. None of this will ever happen because Jordan’s going to spurs… but I enjoyed thinking about it very very very much. You are welcome to discuss these matters in my ask box at all hours of the day and night xxxxx

[aceofstars16]

Okay, so....I did not watch Ahsoka, and I'm kind of glad I didn't?

I like...watched it through tumblr reactions and gifs and some instagram things plus a handful of youtube clips

Now, granted, I might've liked it better if I watched the whole thing and knew context and whatnot, but from what I've gathered, here are the things I like vs...didn't like...(please remember I did NOT watch the show so if you point something out it probably means I just...didn't know about it lol)

Good things:

-Getting Ezra back! I missed my boy! And he's back! And he's just as silly as ever!

-Sabine and Ezra reunion and hug, such a good hug, it makes me happy!

-Decent casting, I agree that Ezra was cast so well! And played the role well! And from what I saw of Sabine and Hera, I think they did a good job too. And of course Chopper is just Chopper lol

-Jacen! It's so fun to see the little boy! I think they cast him well too, he's just a cutie!

Eh things:

-Jedi Sabine...I...I hate this...like so much...for so many reasons...First, if she really was force sensitive, at least Kanan if not Ezra wouldn't known in Rebels (and if there is some like "oh it's activated now for some reason" that...is just stupid to me too tbh). Second, it makes it seem like Sabine wasn't like...enough to just be a cool Mandalorian, she has to have the Force too? Which she doesn't. I loved the whole thing about her knowing how to use a lightsaber from Kanan, only because she had to (or thought she had to). SOMEONE DOESN'T HAVE TO HAVE THE FORCE TO USE A LIGHTSABER OKAY! Not every lightsaber user has to be a Jedi! I just...I hate it so much okay? Let Sabine just be Sabine, don't throw some Force crap on her to make her "cooler" or whatever they were trying to do *rolls eyes*

-"You're like a sister to me." Now I get that like, Sabine lost her family I think? (which, honestly I don't like either now that I think about it) So they wanted to play into that I guess? But it literally is just....fuel for the Sabezra haters to rub in the face of those who ship it. Like, I didn't expect them to become canon (though part of me hoped) but it seems kind of...spitting in the face of some hardcore fans? To me at least. Like, when I watched Rebels, mainly in season 3-4, I always saw them as best friends (with the potential to be more, especially considering some of the looks they gave each other...I mean maybe some siblings look at each other like that but...I'm close with my siblings and I never give looks like that lol) And honestly "You're my best friend" has an emotional weight to it as well, and it seems more in line with Rebels imo. That's really a nitpick for me, but is still something that rubs me the wrong way. Seriously, Star Wars loves just...not letting any healthy relationships be canon or alive...so maybe they are just following that trend (and don't get me wrong, I love found family too and platonic relationships! It just seems like with Rebels that there really was great potential for there to be more with Sabine and Ezra, especially because we know Ezra did have a crush on her. Maybe his feelings changed but like...it was there at one point, you know?)

-Apparently....Sabine and Ahsoka are...now kind of stranded too??? Which...is....so stupid??? Like...Sabine was trying to find Ezra this whole time...because he's her friend and she loves him (you can't argue that she doesn't love him platonically) and she missed him. But now....they are separated again...and maybe it's cause they want to make another season but like...it just...annoys me (and maybe I'm wrong and that's not how it ended, but...I know Ezra saw Hera and it was JUST him so...I think that is how it ended ugh)

-NO HERA AND EZRA HUG! Do I even need to go into this? It literally would've added like five seconds to the show, why would you not show that?!? Hera got such the short end of the stick when it came to hugging her kiddos in Rebels and like....it just...it's a wasted opportunity

-No Ezra and Jacen meeting?!?! This is literally a thing that the fans have been looking forward to for YEARS! On level with Sabine and Ezra reuniting! And....nothing! Once again, I guess they could be saving it for another season? But having it at the end of a season seems way more fitting? And I don't know where Jacen is at the end of the episode, but like...you could always just add one extra scene in? Just...disappointment

I might be forgetting some things and like I said, there might be things I don't know the context for that would make me not as annoyed, but yeah...those are my thoughts...from my watching the show through tumblr lol

#it's possible there are other things that I'd like if i watched it #and other things i'd dislike too #but.....these are the things I heard or saw that made me....feel things lol #aceo rambles #ahsoka spoilers

[thetaekookcloset]

My favorite suspicious taekook moment ™ is definitely the fact that it seemed like they were keeping it a secret (or at least kind of low key) that they were roommates in the last house that they all shared together. I've tried to find instances of them acknowledging it, but all I could find was it briefly mentioned in a book from a few years ago (not even sure what the name of it was) and then in the festa dinner from this year. In the book, they also pointed out that they put up some sort of divider in their room to give them a sense of privacy, but interestingly, none of the other rooms had this supposed divider. We also just never saw JK in the room. In BV3, when they all go to Malta, they show each of the boys packing for the trip in their respective rooms, but they show JK packing in the closet that he always seemed to be in. After the festa dinner, so many people on Twitter were shocked because they had no idea taekook were even roommates at one point. I feel like the members also occasionally poke fun at their past roommate arrangements by sharing fun stories, but we never really hear much about taekook as roommates. Granted, they definitely spent less time in this house compared to the other spaces they lived in, but it still strikes me as odd.

Oh, interesting!  I didn’t realize that people didn’t know they’d been roommates for a time, or that it was something that wasn’t made as clear as other living arrangements in the dorms.  That was something I learned pretty early on when looking into them (it sounds like whoever I got the info from probably got it from that book you mentioned, because I remember hearing about the curtain dividing the room -- though I guess I thought that at that point, everyone else had their own single rooms, and that was why TK specifically put up a divider).

I did notice when watching BV3 that the filming of getting ready was a bit weird, but honestly my thought was that Tae might have been doing his packing at his family’s home or something like that, because if I’m remembering correctly, he seemed to be alone for his filming, and the background was much quieter wherever he was.  It’s been a while since I watched it though, so I could be wrong.

BV3 is also one of the seasons he arrived late for.  I wonder if he did his packing after the others were already in Malta, and that was why his packing clips were so different and may have been taken in a different place, and they just added his packing footage in with the others’ after the fact.  I really would have to rewatch it to test that theory because I’m just coming up with this off the cuff.

Anyway lol, it’s barely even related to what you’re talking about, sorry.  But the idea that they may have intentionally not drawn attention to the fact that TK were sharing a room is definitely interesting, especially considering that there are instances of them on camera before then essentially admitting that they wanted to be roommates.

Definitely a bit suspicious!  Thanks for sharing!

#ask #taekook #suspicious taekook moments

[smajorqna]

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Welcome to the blog i made because i thought of it in class and i need some sort of way to feed my hyperfixation.

Here is a carrd with more info about this mess. (coming soon)

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Heres the tldr of the carrd: (aka a list of things i need to add to it)

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Admittedly, i have never watched scotts esmp1 series- i mostly know about his character through clips, fanfics, fanarts, and other fans. I know im such a fake fan /sarc so if i get any lore or canon wrong please tell me and ill do my best to fix it. If i cannot, then oh well to bad so sad.

This will include my personal headcanons so if you haven't heard of whatever even or something from canon, its most likely a headcanon

This will also include flower husbands (c!scott x c!jimmy) so uh yeah dont imply any other ships other than them only because i dont personally ship it (its fine if you do, i have nothing wrong with that :) just keep it out of this blog)

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[Panel 1 (one): (start id) outlined and colorless drawing of empires season 1 (one) character scott looking confused or worried, there's a question mark symbol next to him showing he's confused. He's looking at another character to the right with the same drawing style. Scott's outline/lineart is a dark cyan. To the right of scott there's a character with shortish hair, pointy ears like scotts, with a plain t-shirt. They look feminine-ish and their expression looks happy. Near them is text saying "Me, the creator tm" pointing to them. The character's outline/lineart is a dark magenta-ish, or a really red pink. On the bottom of the screen is a grey box with a smaller box on the top left corner saying "Scott" in a dark cyan. Below is text in the same color saying "So.. Remind me of what to do here..?". (End id)]

[Panel 2 (two): (start id) Same character's and poses as panel 1 (one) with different expressions. Scott's expression is still similar, except this time his mouth is closed. The character's (who's name is Hearts) expression changed to them talking with their eyes closed. They look happy. Below them is the same dialogue box except with a different name and obviously different text. The name now reads "Hearts" and the dialogue says "You're going to answer some questions from people because I'm bored and I need something better to do with my life. :)" in the same color used for Hearts' outline. (End id)]

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Also yes ik the original third panel i misspelled "easier" but its too late now im tired

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[emblazons]

Tysm for answering with such detail!! Another two questions: if Mike gets cursed, to fight back, what good memories do you think his mind will go to? And what kind of byler scenes are you hoping for in S5 (realistically)?

Of course! These are fun questions!

As for Mike’s memories…that’s difficult, because there are things I imagine his character would run to in the moment, and then there are moments we actually see on screen they might use as flashbacks, and they don’t align perfectly?

But—hmm. I think Mike would look to the moments where he was bonding with/protecting his most important people, with a special bent toward his moments with Will. I think of the handshake between him and Lucas in S1 (and all their little jokes together in S3); I think of him doing his best to protect Dustin from bullies, being saved by El and their group hug in S1 too. I think of the moment he picks up Max after she falls and they smile at each other (this was an important moment for Max’s memories that saved her from Vecna too)—and when he tells Will they won’t let the Mindflayer get him, with his smile and “yeah, yeah I really do.”

I think the “not possible” scene is a huge one for him, and the moment Will gives him the painting will also be something of deep importance too—as will most of their heart to hearts in S4. I think moments playing DnD will come up a lot, across all seasons but 3 (whether it be games with the party or games with Hellfire—just him embracing what he enjoys / being a nerd and feeling joy embracing it). Hell, even moments from S1 AV club + some clips with him feeling excited to learn with Mr. Clarke might make it (though that’s a long shot lol).

Basically: anything that reminds him of the people he loves and wants to protect, and where he feels like he doesn’t have to hide who he is. Will is central to both of those things so I think he’ll show up most, but all of his friends and the party play a huge role in that, so I think they’d be featured as well!

As for scenes I want—I want to get Mike’s perspective on things, in as many ways and as many scenes as possible 😂 I want a scene where he and El break up well, or at least make up and become decent friends after whatever kind of breakup they have (with her showing support for Will especially when Byler get together). I want a scene where we get him properly confessing how much of a pain in the ass he’s been and Will breaking down getting emotional over the fact he’s loved the way he never imagined he could be? And the party / their families being happy for them, even if all of them never get to say it to them out loud.

All I really want is lots of prolonged eye contact and longing, followed by a resolution that makes me grin like an idiot, really. Lots of supernatural drama and maybe Will protecting Mike the way he’s always felt protected by him? And Mike learning to speak up for what he wants with Will, and just adding in a romantic aspect to their same deep affection as in S2.

I’m not super picky on the details so long as they end up in love and happy LMAO. But thanks again for the ask!

#asks #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things

[captainsspnanon]

C2E64 - A Dangerous Chase - rewatch reaction

I think I’m ready for some journey to Bazzoxan tonight!  Definitely won’t get it finished, but ready to jump in.

(also I just bought a crap ton of dice.  I already have 10 sets.  I only play dnd once a month.  I am a full goblin at this point.  This was honestly one of the reasons that I was scared of getting into dnd, because I KNEW I would go goblin.  I tried not to for like, a year, and now I’ve given in.)

….So.  I also watch an Australian pokemon go youtuber, ProPlanty. …..I just want to know how he would react to this ad bit from Sam.

THAT’S a shirt that’s never been restocked!  Wonder what it looks like up close.

*removes a whole bunch of math in regards to locate object with the realization that the problem is not distance in dnd being bs, the problem is me and my failure to conceptualize any level of ‘higher’ math now that I’ve been out of school for ages.  I used to take calculus!  Now I use a calculator for everything.*  Well, one legit piece of info I did get is that when they sensed Obann at the edge of the 1000 ft spell, it would have taken one of them only just over 1.5 minutes to dash to get there.   ….wait.  *does more research*   World record for a 300 meter dash (which is 984 feet) is 30.81 seconds (Wayde van Niekerk from South Africa on June 28, 2017).   ….I am reminded of many posts online talking about how you really shouldn’t try to relate dnd to real life.  I am learning that lesson for myself.  (Beau with her movement of 45, using dash and step of the wind, would run 1000 feet in 44 seconds, so that’s at least

No I’m not going to continue that thought.  I am backing out of that tangent that ended up being useless and getting back into the episode.  I’m still only in the Last Time On!

For what it’s worth, I fully recognize that Laura and Taliesin both being in the black and yellow outfits means that I’ve seen clips or gifs from this episode for SOMETHING, but I can’t think of what it could be!

Ah, the discussion about “Orphanmaker”.  I still have quibbles with the reasons for the name, because it just plain confuses me.  I suppose it’s indicative of the attitudes of the tribe, that they give each other tough sounding names despite not living up to it, but it always ends up muddling how I feel about the name.  I also suppose that this is the point of the name though, that it ISN’T some narratively clear cut “Yasha earned the name through her actions with Obann but since she can’t remember it she doesn’t know how she got the name and thus how she would relate to being called it”. Instead it’s “Yasha was given the name by her tribe, basically just considered it a nickname/title, then actually ended up earning it under Obann which she doesn’t remember, which now adds a layer on to how she may feel or relate to the name once she knows about her past again”, which isn’t bad don’t get me wrong!  But it doesn’t slot easily into a story beat, which I guess is why I struggle with it at times (which says more about me than anything). To be fair, a reason for it may have been Ashley choosing the name to 1) sound badass and 2) give Matt something to play with during her amnesia times.  Does Ashley ever actually clarify out of campaign? (I also wish we knew what Zuala’s tribe name was.  As it is, I think we only ever know Orphanmaker and Skyspear?)

I love how Matt will present Option Safe and Option Cool and the group ALWAYS goes for Option Cool.  Travis’s delight at going through the Barbed Fields, the “ground zero of the calamity” is so palpable.  It also makes me even more happy that Travis was in the Calamity one-shot, he deserves it!  LOOK HOW EXCITED HE IS.

(I also love how Matt will sometimes take a joke and play it super straight – Sam asking Maruo if she’s seen Stranger Things and Maruo responding that she’s only seen half of the first season [hey me too], such a well balanced joke that throws everyone off)

Pike spoke Undercommon?  I did not know that!  Then again, I thought Yasha DID speak Undercommon.  No, critrolestats has her with just Common and Celestial.

Aw man, they never do get to Charis.  To be fair, I’m not surprised that Caleb doesn’t know what it is on a 26, I’m assuming it’s just a regular place in Xhorhas.  *looks at the wiki* Okay, a sweet little place, but not devastating that they didn’t get there.  Not worth a one-shot either.

I do love when this group is just all on different pages but all focused towards the same objective.  I think this is the most obvious moment of it playing out, with Maruo even referencing the mixed messages several times.  I don’t think any other group was this Messy, but it works when it’s the Nein.

I love the moorbounders so much!!  I think they’re about to lose them though, yeah?  Don’t they leave them in Bazzoxan and never get them back?  SAD TIMES.

I’m really glad that Ashley rolled high for Yasha to be able to share information about the Barbed Fields.  Because of where she’s from, she’s not really a PC created for infodumping, especially because the areas of Xhorhas that they have gone to are outside of her travels.  But being able to give a good chunk of info about the Barbed Fields has to feel good.

Ah, maybe this is the moment why I recognize the outfits?  Beau needing a short rest but refusing to ask for one, so Caleb immediately telling the group how weak he is and how much he needs a rest.  These two are SUCH a great pairing.

I don’t know if I remembered the joke before it happened, or if I just got it before they did it, but after Jester and Caduceus indicating to use spells at the end of the day, I did the little les mis singalong too XD

Ah no.  This is the Canon episode.  So far we’ve got “don’t shoot the messenger”, “don’t beat a dead horse”, and golf. Edit from later – and ravioli!

Slight spoilers for campaign 3, but I miss the sense of travel and exploration we have from C2, which doesn’t make SENSE because there IS travel and exploration in C3!  But for whatever reason, it doesn’t resonate as much with me like journeying through the Barbed Fields and stuff, and I have no clue why.

WAIT THIS IS WHERE YASHA GETS THE SKINGORGER???  I 100% forgot and thought Obann gave it to her!!  Maybe he only gives her the breastplate.

Fun fact!  I have no clue if this is just me or not, but I haven’t felt like any of Yasha’s swords actually FIT her, you know?  The Magician’s Judge, Skingorger, the Holy Avenger, Scaldsaber, they all SOUND cool AF, and apparently cleaver-style swords are her thing, but I dunno.  Maybe it’s because the fact that she did use so many swords that it ended up feeling like there wasn’t one that fit her well.  Unlike Fjord, where he has the falchion which just absorbs different characteristics, and then gains …. gains…. Hold on…. wiki help me….the Star Razor.  And both of those swords feel so strongly like they FIT, and the changeover has strong significance and character impact.  Whereas Yasha is just a little more like a videogame, swapping out one weapon for another when it’s better suited for it.  I suppose not everyone needs an Iconic Weapon though. How many weapons did Grog end up using?  Wiki shows EIGHT different weapons!  Plus just whatever normal axe he used at the beginning of the campaign which doesn’t even look like it’s on his wiki page so NINE?

For what it’s worth, cool combat!  Just not much to say.

Have I mentioned that I’m super mixed on the nickname Jessie for Jester?  Like, it’s a completely legit nickname that fully makes sense in context, and it’s cute that they all start having a nickname for her, so I do love that.  On the other hand, it’s just kind of a regular name?  Fjord, Yasha, Caduceus, Nott – all insanely unique names.  Beau/Beauregard?  Uncommon and rarely a female name.  Caleb is a normal enough name, but I feel like that 1) works with this concept, and 2) I mean, Bren Aldric Ermendrud is so not a normal typical name, and I feel like adding Widogast helps make it more unique.  And then “Jessie”.  *shrugs*  It’s a pretty stupid whine on my part, but it’s the bit of mixed feelings for the nickname.

Fjord giving Jester a kiss on the cheek, causing her ALL sorts of confusion!!  Honestly?  I’d love to know the out of game conversations that Laura and Travis had in regards to in game romance.  We know the bits said on Talks, but I’m assuming that those are exaggerated for humorous effect.  If I had to come up with and submit a question for the tower on 4SD, it would probably be ‘what is an example of some out of game conversations you have had with the other players or DM that you would feel comfortable sharing?’

Caleb uses Magic Missile more than I remember him doing so.  Then again, I think I underestimate this spell.  I remember being, not annoyed, but feeling like Matt wasn’t have Essek be super efficient during the Lucien fight when Essek just kept using Magic Missile. Probably just my own biases against the spell.  It IS automatic damage, no roll to hit or saving throw, so that is beneficial. Critrolestats says cast a total of 20 times, so it’s not like it was one of Caleb’s high use spells.  I think I think of it like Chromatic Orb – good for very early campaign and that’s all.  Can you tell I don’t play too much dnd yet?  (to be fair, also just played a druid, messing around a bit with a rogue now)

(looking at critrolestats, I’m sad that they didn’t track the spells that Essek did, but it makes sense because they don’t track NPC spells.  Essek is a PC in my heart, okay???)

I don’t know if this is the first time that Nott gets a nat 20 immediately followed by a nat 1 on the auto-firing, but I know it’s not the last!  I feel like this happens at LEAST three times.

Ooo, nice!  Obann name drop AND the Angel of Irons in the same questioning of the head!  Smart plays, good deception checks, and well picked questions.

I do wonder if this plot thread of the cult was always meant to be a sort of open closed plot revolving around Yasha, or if Matt has/had further ideas for Tharizdun.  It honestly could go either way.

I forgot that we got a canon reference to Marion’s agoraphobia before it actually came up for the party.  I like that!  I’d misremembered and thought that the party was the first time. Probably just the first time we clearly see it from her.

It’s very interesting seeing Caleb pushing so hard to stop Luc from being brought to the Chateau, because he’s so sure that Marion is now under suspicion.  Liam pushes it in many episodes, and while it’s discussed, it’s also discarded and Luc is still brought there.  In reality, it’s only in episode 128 that Marion is ever in danger, and it’s because of the break in at the sanatorium that the party do, nothing to do with the letter.

I love the games where they don’t want to stop playing and beg for more time.  This time it was an option!  But Laura needed to stop for health/baby reasons, and that takes priority.

#critical role #the mighty nein #cr c2 rewatch

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Lessons in Chemistry

This is a review of Lessons in Chemistry (2023)

Beware spoilers below.

Final rating: 3/5

Pre-viewing Assumptions

(In the interest of honesty, this is written after viewing, I am attempting to remember my Pre-Viewing assumptions)

I saw a single clip on tiktok, and added it to my viewing list. It was the scene of the (assumed) main character (Brie Larson) speaking to a love studio audience. A woman compared something permeable membrain something to a skin condition and Potential Main Character (Brie Larson) encourages her to pursue medical school.

I thought the show was about a TV star (Brie Larson) building up woman and subverting misogynistic men. Also I thought it would be very science based. Perhaps Potential Main Charcter (Brie Larson) would be a rich fancy lady was large and in charge.

I was a little worried Main Character (Brie Larson) would be dismissive of 'typical' women, who preferred fashion and childbearing over the pursuit of knowledge.

Post-Viewing

(I did watch most of this before deciding to do a review blog, same with the next few posts. Once I catch up with reviews:media the format will change.)

The show has one (1) season and eight (8) episodes. I watched it all in about 3 sessions.

I absolutely finished it. I was interested in the show, but not 'awake til 2am' interested. I didn't expect that the show would be mostly pre-show, but it didn't bother me.

I immediately identified with Elizabeth Zott. I was very much a young girl uninterested in 'usual' girl interests. Love that she didn't change in that aspect as she fell in love and became a mother.

As soon as Elizabeth and Calvin Evans interacted I knew they would have at least some sort of romance. I worried it would be Calvin trying to 'encourage' her to be more feminine, both in appearance and behavior.

Needless to say I fell in love with Calvin. The scene where he tries to teach Elizabeth to swim. She looked so goofy in her swim gear.

He, unsurprisingly, died. The few scenes from the 'future' showed no evidence he was still around. I did think early on that he would turn out to be a dick and they'd broke up, but no, he was incredible.

I did NOT predict the baby. Mad wasn't hinted at in the future scenes, but as soon as she threw up in the middle of the night, 💡.

What a weird choice to fake us out about Mad. Why pretend it was one little girl, and then go 'sike' it's this other child?

I liked the episode from 6:30s point of view, but what a WEIRD choice from a show about chemistry. Very jarring switch between episodes. On no, Calvin got hit by a bus, anyway, here, listen to the dog's feelings about it.

Lots of religion talk, but makes sense with the time period. Calvin and Wakely's friendship was amazing. I loved that episode, being able to see Calvin's life and feelings change as he accepted Elizabeth into his life.

From Elizabeth's POV it really seemed like he took everything in stride. I'm really happy we got see how he struggled, not with Elizabeth specifically, but having to open his life, and caring and thinking about other people.

HATE that priest from the boys home, what a dick. Calvin was so close to gaining a home. But, then, Calvin's entire life would be different, he might never have met Elizabeth.

I think Harriet Sloane is an incredible character, her storyline is amazing. Unfortunantly it very much seems like her arc was mostly used for a character growth for Elizabeth. And while I love Elizabeth's character growth, learning to see the effect she has on other people, she never really did anything for Harriet.

Harriet and Elizabeth absolutely care about each other, but the relationship feels so onesided. Harriet gave her support/advice in raising Mad and was a stepping stone in Mad finding out more about her father.

Elizabeth did show up at Harriet's protest, and used her show to advertise said protest, both actions which seemed to have... no real effect. Harriet still lost the case against the freeway.

Speaking of, Elizabeth's brother, John Zott was also just used for character growth. I will admit, he was the catalyst for her turning to chemistry, but other than that? I guess there was the 'living a lie' moment that turned Elizabeth to being true to her beliefs, but other than that he was there to die and further personal growth.

It just feels a little cheap that both of the character's stories that were minorities (Harriet being African-American and John being gay) were just used for character growth. Elizabeth did more for Laurel Moore (literally got her a job) than Harriet. Plus John legit dies (bury your gays, much?), via shooting himself.

Im not saying Elizabeth didnt do anything for Harriet, they just didnt have any scenes to suggest she did. I think John's story could have ended with him running away or dying in a much more natural/accidental way, and worked just as well.

Production wise, it was good. Nothing super special or stand out, and it fit well with the themes. I did really like that in the 6:30 episode (still a weird choice) that the people were muffled/silent. Good way of portraying the unrealness that comes after a loss like that. Still, would have been better if the POV was a person, not a dog.

Nothing special about soundtrack, other than fitting very well with the time period.

Um,,, I think thats it tbh.

3/5 stars

#Lessons in Chemistry #Final Review

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Hi hi

I’m a regular at the Mr. Robot subreddit, and every time someone announces that they finished the show for the first time, I give them a list of Mr. Robot-related things for them to check out before they give the show another watch. Ever since the show moved to Netflix in certain countries, there’s been an influx of new watchers, so I like to help them out with additional content in case they’re itching for another fix but don’t feel up for a rewatch right away. I don’t really use Tumblr anymore but I figured I’d drop the list here in case people don’t know that there are other things outside the show that exist!

Mr. Robot is one of those shows that you absolutely HAVE to rewatch at least once. It’s a completely different story when you already know the major plot points. You will catch all the subtle hints and foreshadowing that lead up to the biggest reveals/twists, and you realize that Sam Esmail knew where he was going with the story from the very beginning (Fun fact: He originally penned the show as a movie, so he already knew how the story was going to end long before he knew it was going to be a show!). Remember how confusing 104 was? It makes a lot more sense on a rewatch. That’s just one of the many things that become a lot clearer when you revisit the show.

But the plot can be very dense and it might take awhile to fully digest everything before you’re ready to dive back in, so I always suggest checking out the following while you’re prepping yourself for that crucial rewatch.

- Remember the journal Elliot keeps in season 2? It exists, and you can read or listen to it yourself! It’s called Red Wheelbarrow (Duh); what’s neat about the physical copy of the journal is that it’s meant to look almost exactly like the one he keeps in the show. It’s in “his handwriting” (Not Rami Malek’s unfortunately, but it’s Courtney Looney, who was a writer for the show; she and Sam co-wrote the journal), and it comes with a bunch of neat little trinkets that serve as puzzles that you can decode! Some of the stuff that’s included are a postcard written by Darlene, a newspaper clipping, and a page ripped out from a book. There is an eBook version, as well as an audiobook narrated by Carla (The trans inmate). It’s a great addition if you’re a fan of the show and it provides a lot of important context! Chronologically, it takes place immediately after season 1 when Elliot gets arrested, all the way up to when he gives Carla the journal so she can burn it. You’re filled in on what he’s been up to in the early days of his jail time.

- There is a VR/360 video experience that you can watch on YouTube. Warning: It’s super sad. Watch out for Sam Esmail’s cameo! He also makes a cameo in each season of the show.

- There was a mobile game that was published by Telltale (It was developed by a different studio though). You can’t download it on app stores anymore, but you can download an emulator and the game file and play it that way, or you can watch a walk through on YouTube. It takes place shortly before the Steel Mountain hack in season 1, and it’s a must play if you’re a big Darlene fan. The premise is basically: Darlene loses her phone, you find it, and she forces you to do tasks for her and fsociety. It’s kind of like a text adventure game. It’s super fun; Darlene basically bullies you for the entire game and it’s great.

- When the show was still on air, there was an ARG that fans could play alongside each new episode. There were a bunch of complicated puzzles and interesting clues that added a lot of context to the show. A group of dedicated people solved each puzzle on Reddit; their sub is called r/ARGsociety and you can view every puzzle on their wiki page.

- You can watch deleted scenes, gag reels, and behind the scenes featurettes on YouTube! This playlist also includes a snippet of The Careful Massacre of the Bourgeoise, aka the movie Elliot and Darlene love watching every Halloween.

This show is packed with nuance and depth; you can spend hours dissecting everything and you’d probably only be able to scratch the surface. It’s such a brilliant show and I love it to bits. I’m always up for an opportunity to blab about the show as well so you can always message me if you want to talk about it, whether it be about the show itself or if you just want to gush about how much you enjoyed it (Though I’m on Reddit far more regularly than here so it’s probably best you messaged me there instead so I’ll actually get a notification for it lol).

#mr. robot #darlene alderson #elliot alderson #mr robot #spoilers

[1kook]

crunchyroll & rail

the 10th installment of my netflix & chill series !

SUMMARY Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. WARNINGS smut in the forms of making out, jk nipple play, some 69 action, cunnilingus, blowjobs, brief choking, jk trying his best to listen to oc but he doesn’t rlly :/, fingering, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, unprotected fuckin raw, its romantic but when is it not… MISC fluffy and domestic <3, weekend getaway <3, the Big Question, shy jk, sailor moon supremacy, jk makes this big elaborate speech about the sun and moon, mentions of 240p YouTube quality, RATING m (18+) WC 8.7k

NOTE (!) the smut in this chapter is relatively short ! I was more concerned with writing this monumental step in their relationship, so sorry to all the lads who come here specifically for the p0rn but today we focus on the l0ve <333 anyway nc 10!!!!! Can u fuckin believe….

Jungkook mentions it at the dinner table one night. You’re not eating— well, you are not eating; Jungkook has been stocking up on his protein intake like a madman —but finishing up some work you had brought home. Your back aches, your eyes burn. The mere sound of his soft voice has all those feel-good endorphins shooting through your nervous system like a shot of adrenaline. “We should take a trip,” he says, fork clattering against his plate to signify the end of his feast. 

Your fingers tap across your keyboard, eyes flickering between an Excel sheet and the report you’re typing out. It takes you a moment to respond, a delayed, “huh,” that even Jungkook doesn’t find convincing.  

In the background, you’re listening to what has to be one of the worst voiceovers of the original Sailor Moon series in a language you don’t even understand. But you know the series like the back of your hand, know what exactly is happening even if you don’t understand what they’re saying, because you’ve watched it only about a million times. It’s mostly just there for background purposes anyway, some white noise to try and replicate the noisy soundtrack of your office. 

To make matters worse—complicated?—, you had been too lazy to get onto your usual pirating sites and had settled for the five minute, five part, 240p clips of Sailor Moon on YouTube (you know the ones), and Jungkook has to wait until Episode 74: Part ⅖ ends before you grace him with a proper response. “Where do you wanna go, baby?” you ask, giving your eyes a break from the data as you move to scour YouTube for Episode 74: Part 3/5. 

He’s stretching back now, arms wound up above his head. His hair— god, his hair —is an ashy color now, a faded version of its golden ancestor from a few months ago. Soon, he’s planning on going back to brown, claims he’s getting too old to be dying his hair, whatever that means. For now, you watch his inked fingers run through his scalp; he looks delectable. Maybe you’re hungrier than you initially thought. Or at least thirstier. “A cabin,” he suggests, and he offers this little half shrug that would otherwise seem normal had you not been well-versed in the art of Jungkook Body Language. His front teeth nibble at his lip, eyes laser focused on his empty plate. Even now, he still gets nervous asking you out. That thought alone makes your ego soar as high as an airplane. “Just something small.”

Usually, “something small” with Jungkook ends up being something big and, in most cases, something expensive. Which you’re totally not opposed to— you’re at the point in your relationship where you don’t even bother trying to dissuade Jungkook from showering you with gifts. It’s one of his many, many, many, many forms of loving you and, well, he knows you like the back of his hand. He rarely misses. 

Lo and behold, it is a grander affair than a simple cabin. “Well, it’s more like a resort,” he confesses, reaching across the table for your hand. Immediately, his thumb finds itself rubbing over the simple band of your promise ring. “Just wanna do something nice for you. I know you’ve been tired lately,” he adds on, voice a quiet murmur that nearly gets lost under the intensity of the pout that appears whenever he becomes even the slightest bit bashful. 

You smile, the fondness in your heart skyrocketing to impossible heights when he lifts your hand to press those pretty petal lips against your knuckles. “Well, just let me know when,” you tell Jungkook. “So I can request time off from work.” 

Episode 74: Part 3/5 starts playing after an ad, and you’d pause it for the sake of preserving this moment with Jungkook, but it’s hidden under so many tabs on your laptop that you lose it the second you leave the tab. Jungkook’s head tilts to the side, sending his ashy locks cascading beautifully. “You know that show is on Crunchyroll,” Jungkook says, seemingly moving past his bout of shyness now. “And you have the password.” 

“Do I,” you murmur, but he’s lost you once more, your true talent of typing with one hand showing itself as you return to your Excel sheet, the other still firmly squeezed in his grasp. Jungkook releases soon enough anyway, cleans up the table quickly, and disappears off into the kitchen. He sings when he washes the dishes, likes to pretend he’s a terrible singer even though you’ve told him countless times he could easily take X Factor by storm. (And you know exactly what it takes to wow those judges— you spent the entire last month psychotically watching multiple X Factor seasons from multiple different countries, nearly considered joining the damn audition yourself.) The horribly dubbed Sailor Moon is yelling now, shrieking really, and Jungkook calls from the kitchen, “don’t forget to take your contacts out, sweetheart.” 

It’s domestic and it's nerve-wracking. 

You want Jungkook, that much is a fact. Aristotle and Socrates and that other guy could debate the philosophical intricacies of the world, turn this dimension in on itself until it was a scrambled mess of emotion and thought, but the one thing they could never change, could never even question, is your love for your boyfriend. You want Jungkook badly, but more importantly, you want Jungkook forever. 

And you’re sure Jungkook probably, maybe, hopefully feels that way too. But the way you feel is… slightly concerning to say the least. For starters, you’re convinced your love for Jungkook was meant to be, and that’s saying a lot coming from you. You’re not one for cheesy, soulmate tales— that was more Jungkook’s thing —but the more you think about it, the more you become convinced that you and Jungkook were destined to meet. Like the planets aligned one year, the stars conferred, a tectonic plate somewhere in California shifted; whatever it may have been, something happened somewhere that led to the birth of this beautiful romance of yours. 

Lately, being with Jungkook has this inexplicably fiery feeling blossoming in your chest, these waves of emotion that sometimes have you fantasizing about the weirdest of scenarios with him. Like yelling at him for not taking the garbage out on time, or bumping into each other as you make dinner in the kitchen, or buying a new rug together. 

(Most drastically, the other day, you had a dream where you were pregnant and Jungkook was there and there was a house and a dog and an annoyingly friendly neighbor and this god-awful tile in the bathroom.) 

Long story short, you’ve been fantasizing about a forever with Jungkook. The concerning part is the timing; was this too early? You’re nearly halfway through your second year with Jungkook now, and you know most people date for many, many years before the mere thought of union even occurs to them. In another life, maybe you were the same, would have held off until the very last moment. But with Jungkook things just feel right (at least for you), like there wasn’t going to be anyone else after him. And you sincerely hoped there wouldn’t be. 

You slump back into your seat, eyes fluttering shut. Too many thoughts swirl around your mind, and the screech of the Sailor Moon voiceover on screen certainly doesn’t help. How you managed to spiral that far down your thoughts in the span of one 240p, five minute clip of a larger episode amazes even you. To add onto your worries, the clip abruptly ends and Episode 74: Part ⅘ is nowhere in sight, a fact that draws a frustrated moan out of the already sensitive you. 

Luckily, Jungkook eventually returns, standing closely behind you. His presence is enormous, the room suddenly overflowing with a shit ton of those feel-good endorphins all over again, except this time they reach an all-time high when he leans over and quietly shuts your laptop. “Come sleep,” he says softly, and it’s a pleasant mixture of his genuinely caring voice and that horndog purr of his that lures you into bed. And it’s that same voice that croons softly into your ear, fingers nestled between your folds until you’re orgasming yourself into a deep slumber. 

Much to no one’s surprise, the cabin turns out to be quite the luxurious lodging; two floors of dark oak everywhere you turn, a stunning stone fireplace in the bedroom, and a truly breathtaking view of the resort’s snowy hill (read: front row seats to watch all the snowboarders and skiers wipe out in the snow). Jungkook had splurged quite the pretty penny on it, so you make a point to clap it up for him when he first opens the door to your temporary home for the weekend. 

The main bedroom is beyond words. It’s got an attached balcony (that you doubt you’ll be using in this chilly weather), and a wooden canopy bed that makes you feel like a royal (that you will certainly be using). It’s separated into two areas, the bed space and a tiny entertainment area on the other side of the room. Perhaps the best thing about the room— and the cabin itself —is the huge, smart TV mounted above said stone fireplace and the fact it allows the phone mirroring option in lieu of not having any streaming sites. And as is with every and anything to do with televisions, Jungkook is the most excited of the two of you. “Baby, look,” he beams, pointing excitedly at whatever he’s got mirrored onto the television this time. Knowing him, it’s probably another documentary. 

You had the forethought to finish your work before the trip, spent two days in the office going absolutely ham on this month’s final reports until your department head promptly sent you home to finish the rest there. You had given yourself a fright upon entering the bathroom that night, the state of your under eyes so severe, you feared it was sufficient cause for a national emergency. Similarly, Jungkook had done the same with his work, cooped himself up in his study until he was free from the shackles of capitalism for the weekend. All this to say you’ve missed him these past few days. 

But even though you’re sorely malnourished in the affection department and craving a good kiss or two, you wouldn’t dare interrupt one of Jungkook’s little nerdy, tech-induced fanboy moments. They’re cute, in their own geeky way, providing some insight to a mellower side of your boyfriend who looks on with childlike wonder; Jungkook’s eyes always get so big when he talks about nerdy stuff. You get to work hanging up the silk shirt he packed for tomorrow night’s fancy dinner at the resort, listening to some British narrator’s detailed description of the functionally extinct Northern white rhinos living under 24-hour surveillance in Kenya.  

(Jungkook’s really into nature documentaries again, had spent a few nights sniffling as he watched that one Koko the gorilla film.) 

The original plan was to head to the nearest store and whip up something small to eat at the cabin. But Jungkook is a little tired from the long drive, slumps down into the couch in front of the now lit fireplace like a limbless blob as he tunes into his documentary. His nose is a little red from the outside chill. It’s so cute. He’s so cute. You love him so much, you fear you’ll accidentally squeeze his cheeks to death. It’s a thought that occurs more times than you’d like. 

According to the pamphlet on the nightstand, the resort has its own room-service to order from. Normally you would do that, but not this time; you had gotten into a bit of a squabble with the man at the front desk after he had tried to withhold Jungkook’s reservation for arriving two minutes past your check-in time, called each other all sorts of names before he backed down and gave you your room key. So you’re still a little salty, to say the least. Instead, you settle in for some pizza in front of the huge TV, calling up the nearest place to order some of Jungkook’s and your favorites. 

You plop down beside him, instinctively cuddling closer when he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “So,” you start, flipping through the rest of the resort’s introductory pamphlet. There’s a loud roar on screen. In all honesty, you didn’t even know what Northern white rhinos sounded like until then, and you probably never would have if not for the man beside you. “What are you in the mood for tonight, sweet boy?” 

You’re not sure if it’s the fatigue or the overall relaxed vibes he’d been exuding since the moment you entered the cabin, but Jungkook is weirdly cooperative today. “Whatever you want,” he responds, head on your shoulder. He even places the remote in your hands, gives your enclosed fist a gentle tap as if he’s just handed you the secret to eternal youth. In other words, it’s a rare sight to behold. “This is your trip, pretty girl.” 

You appreciate the sentiment, but feel the need to clear the air, tucking your feet up onto the couch as you snuggle closer. “Our trip,” you clarify, and snatch the remote anyway before he changes his mind. 

Jungkook releases a quiet huff of laughter, head rolling back against the couch cushions to display his thick, juicy neck that definitely doesn’t awaken any vampiric tendencies in you. “We can even watch some anime if you want,” he murmurs, casually throwing an arm around your shoulders in a way that would have made any teenage girl in the early 2000s squeal with excitement. It’s one of those barely there touches, but the way he holds you makes you feel so safe and warm and loved. So loved and in love. “The ones on Crunchyroll, though.”

For the sake of preserving these good vibes (and your ears [and Jungkook’s sanity]), you navigate to the Crunchyroll app on your phone, quickly finding your latest obsession and mirroring it onto the big television before Jungkook can react. “Sailor Moon?” he asks with a tone that implies a feigned interest, mostly out of respect for you; he’s, sadly, still not the big dorky anime fan you had hoped to convert him into. 

“In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you,” you recite dutifully, snatching up the throw blanket on the end of the couch. It’s barely big enough to cover the both of you, has Jungkook’s outstretched legs and your booty subject to the chilly air. Who cares, Jungkook is a furnace anyway. 

He snorts. “Punish me,” he mumbles, as if he doesn’t believe it. His snarky comment wins him a playful pinch against his doughy cheek, not that he particularly defends himself against it anyway, eyes fluttering shut as you tug at the pale skin. 

“Don’t fuck with the moon, Jungkook,” you warn him, snuggling closely against his side as your favorite opening song begins filtering through the speakers of the television before you. It’s infinitely better than the 240p YouTube clips you had subjected yourself to the entire last week, the graphics scarily clear. 

“Right, of course,” Jungkook says, but a hint of amusement seems to curl around the sound anyway. Nevertheless, he lets it go, cuddles into your side as you pour your full focus into watching yet another group of ragtag teenagers with supernatural abilities kick some ass. 

You can tell Jungkook isn’t really into it, and you’re torn between just snuggling him into a well deserved nap or taping his eyelids open so he can become a fan of this show with you. 

The loving, caring, adoring side of you says Jungkook deserves the entire world and more (the more in question preferably being a fluffy blanket and a nap). He worked hard this week, just like you, and on top of that he was the one who planned this entire weekend getaway for the two of you to enjoy. You want him to rest up.

The obnoxiously in love girlfriend-slash-best friend in you says Jungkook is sorely missing out on one of the greatest shows on planet Earth and that naps are for the weak. 

Your jumbled thoughts are interrupted by a loud sound on the television, a yelp from Ms. Sailor Moon herself that has you jolting up in surprise. Jungkook welcomes you deeper into his embrace, chuckles at your little fright. “Scared?” he teases in that low voice that makes you feel like you’re going crazy, really. So crazy and irrational, and the only thing that stops you from bombarding him with an unexpected outpouring of love is that hard and sharp thing that pokes your side when you get too close to him. It’s not Jungkook, sadly, but something in the front pocket of his hoodie instead. 

And for some reason, part of your brain is stuck all of a sudden, rewinding the last two and a half years like a broken cassette tape that had the tape reel hastily stuffed back inside by a toddler. It’s choppy to say the least, and it certainly doesn’t help when Jungkook calls your name softly, tenderly. “__,” he murmurs. It’s a little weird; it’s not often he says your name, mostly referring to you with one of the many pet names from that part of his vocabulary that focuses exclusively on terms of endearment. Your heart skips a beat. 

Now, if anyone were to ask, it’s approximately around this time that you begin to spiral. The pink curve of his bottom lip is just too close, the mole on his nose too prominent. Paired with the obnoxious tittering of Usagi on screen, you can feel your thoughts begin to overlap, bumping into each other within the realm of your brain until all that comes out are the messiest of messy thoughts. 

They go like this: 

Most episodes of any anime run for approximately thirty minutes. Take out the commercial breaks, the opening and ending credits, and it becomes something closer to twenty. Twenty minutes per episode, filled with plot and gags and tears and whatever else necessary to make you feel something, anything really. 

“What’s in your pocket?” you ask tentatively. 

In contrast, it takes approximately two seconds for Jungkook’s lips to quirk up— first the right side, always the right side —and his eyes to crinkle. Two seconds for him to smile, a sweet expression that reminds you of Netflix and college and quiet laughter and tattoos and silly YouTube videos and cookies and cell phones and job applications and blond hair; two seconds to make you feel everything all at once. 

“There’s nothing,” he says, but his cheeks are pink, and it’s not from the cold anymore. His smile is so big it makes your own cheeks ache just looking at it. You can’t even hear the television anymore. Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. “It was supposed to be for tomorrow,” he admits, unwrapping his arm from around you. 

It’s a little funny, somehow, because his hands are covered in ink, in tiny doodles and intricate pieces of swirls and words that ooze this aura of strength and toughness. But they tremble when he opens it, as unsteady as a wispy dandelion on a windy day, fumbling with the box. And when you look closely, he’s been biting at the skin along his thumb again, that nervous habit you’ve been trying forever to help him overcome. 

Someone is saying something on screen, something important to the plot. The volume is loud, but not as loud as your heart. Not as loud as Jungkook’s quiet murmur when he speaks again. “Will you marry me?” he asks softly, looks at you with flushed cheeks and big eyes and his heart on his sleeve. 

The answer has always been the same, hasn’t changed since the first time he planted the seed in your mind. Still, it catches in your throat, nearly loses out to a surprised and emotional sob that you barely manage to bite down. You had just been speaking, had just been ready to deliver a whole spiel on the importance of him watching Sailor Moon with you. But when you try now, it’s raspy and dry, as if you haven’t used your voice in years. “I— yes,” you exhale, surprised by the lonely tear that trails down your cheek. You go to wipe it away, but Jungkook beats you with a gentle hand cupping your cheek. 

His smile is wobbly, patches of red blossoming across his face that eventually consume his entire appearance as he leans his forehead against yours. Only then do you realize he’s crying, and you laugh out of reflex. “You’re crying,” you say, and Jungkook snorts. 

“You cried first,” he sniffles, smiling. “You made me cry.” 

He looks like a wreck, but, like, a hot wreck. An engaged, hot wreck who’s eyes flicker back to the TV to remind you to pause your anime, always so considerate. You do, hastily smashing buttons on the remote before remembering it’s controlled by your phone, hands flying back and forth as your nerves actively work to retire themselves after Jungkook’s proposal. “Easy there,” he soothes, eventually catching your hand in his, drawing it up for a kiss against your knuckles. 

The ring fits perfectly, snuggly. Vaguely, a memory drifts through your thoughts of Jungkook and Doyeon on a rampant mission to reorganize your jewelry box a few months ago, but it disappears as quickly as it came. You’re taken by the ring, a simple band with a pretty diamond on top. It’s a good mixture of you and him; flashy yet mild. 

“You love me,” you marvel, a revelation you’ve had the honor of experiencing time and time again with Jungkook. Still, it never fails to render you speechless. He hums. 

“I do,” he says, taking your hand in his. “It’s the easiest thing for me. Like breathing, or existing. I think I was made to love you.” And normally, you’d be the first one to correct him. Jungkook was made for so much more, a fact he’s proven time and time again with his abilities and the sheer size of his heart. He was your golden boy, could do anything he set his mind to. Always amazing you, always making you fall in love all over again. 

But now, with the weight of his words sitting heavy in the air, you find yourself incapable of negating the fact, instead sniffling at the meaning. 

Pleased with your silence, Jungkook places another chaste kiss against your ring. “I love you, __,” he confesses, voice nearly a whisper. Your entire body feels as if it is doused in gasoline, lit aflame over and over again. Your heart threatens your rib cage, pounds away with the strength of a world renowned boxer. Jungkook’s hands curl around your wrists carefully. “I used to think we were like the moon and the sun,” he admits, “that you were my sun and I was your moon. In love but always separated by those thin veils of the sunrise and the sunset.” He pauses, nuzzling sweetly against your palm once more before gently guiding them down between the two of you. “But that really sucks— saying goodbye to you every night? I hate that, __. I hate watching you leave, I hate watching you run off in the mornings or halfway through the day, having to drive back and forth from your place to mine. I hate having to be away from you when all I wanna do is hold you. I— I want to be by your side,” he rambles, eyes nervously meeting yours. They’re still glassy, dark lashes framing his chocolate irises wonderfully. “Forever.” 

Your heartbeat stutters, the simple word looping itself in your mind like that night in his dining room all over again, all the fantasies of having a forever with Jungkook bubbling to the surface. Jungkook pushes on. “You are my sun,” he says softly, mostly to himself. “But… I don’t wanna be the moon anymore. Being the moon means, eventually, I’ll have to say goodbye. In the night or in the morning, it always comes to an end. And I don't want there to be an end with you,” he insists, clutching your hand tightly. “I wanna be another star, the closest one to you. The one who gets to be with you forever. I wanna be by you and shine with you and—“

“Explode into a gazillion little fragments of cosmic dust with me,” you offer, and Jungkook nods along eagerly, too amped up on his speech to bother scolding you for your playful comment. 

“Yes, I want to— to—“ The words catch in his throat. So much emotion from the man you once thought was the dictionary definition of calm and collected. “To—“ 

“Marry me,” you fill in, and Jungkook practically blows a fuse from how emotionally fired up he’s become, exclaiming a resolute, “yes!” that leaves you stupidly grinning back at him. 

His outburst leaves him with flushed cheeks. “I do,” he reiterates in a softer tone, averting his gaze from you as if embarrassed by his cheesy outpouring of emotion. Usually, it’s the other way around; you make all the corny declarations of love and Jungkook laughs along suavely. It feels nice to have the tables turned. 

There’s so much to say, but the words all fade away when Jungkook shyly looks at you again. You settle on tackling him back onto the couch cushions, taking his surprised little yelp in stride as you suffocate him in your embrace. “Save those words for the big day, superstar,” you giggle, peppering his red face with tiny kisses that make him scrunch up cutely. “I can’t wait to blow up into one huge supernova with you.” 

Beneath you, Jungkook groans. “I’m sorry,” he huffs, voice muffled against your shoulder. Begrudgingly, his arms come up to envelope you, pulling you closer until the blanket scrunches up uncomfortably between you two. “That must’ve sounded so lame.” 

Leaning back so you’re not completely squishing him, you carefully push his silvery hair away from his forehead. “Don’t be,” you assure him, placing one chaste peck against his pouty lips. “I thought it was cute. I didn’t know you were into astrology.” 

A sigh. “Astronomy,” he corrects, “astrology has to do with zodiac signs and placements.” 

You run your thumbs over his cheeks, collecting any of the drying tears that paint his face. “Oh, like how you’re a Virgo and I’m a“— 

The TV remote you had lost somewhere along the way is suddenly rematerialized beneath your knee, sends the speakers blaring to life with a deafening screech that has both you and Jungkook leaping up like two frightened cats. “You always do this,” he laughs, that loud boyish sound that makes you feel like you’re sitting on a cloud. He watches you with a gentle smile as you hurriedly shut off the television, the remote haphazardly tossed somewhere behind you afterwards. You return to his embrace, wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle into his warmth. His heart thumps a steady rhythm beneath your ear. 

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever,” you warn him, clutching at the fabric of his shirt like he’ll suddenly disintegrate before your eyes.

Above you, Jungkook hums, placing a kiss against the crown of your head. “I look forward to it,” he responds, pulling you impossibly closer, until you can feel the wrinkles in his shirt imprinting themselves against your cheek. He’s back to being that suave bastard again, and you find yourself wishing you had milked those big crocodile tears out of him for just a little bit longer. 

Fingers gently press against the muscles in your nape, push themselves in deeply until you can feel all the tension seeping out, turning you into a limbless blob over Jungkook. “Jeez,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut. “And you wanted to wait until tomorrow.”

He huffs out a laugh. “I just thought you’d rather get engaged at a fancy restaurant with a pretty dress,” he defends, and you can hear the grin on his face. “For the photos.”

“Fair point,” you concede, eventually pushing yourself up so you’re not entirely squishing your boyfriend beneath you. Jungkook is already looking at you when you lift your head, has got this funny double-chin from this angle that makes his normally sharp jawline disappear. You find yourself tapping a finger against his chin, on the chocolate chip mole that hides itself beneath his plump bottom lip. “If anything, just propose to me again tomorrow at the restaurant.”

It wins you an eye-roll. “I’m not gonna propose to you again tomorrow,” he laughs, doesn’t even push you away when you become annoying and start tapping your fingers against all his beauty marks like you’re playing Whack-a-Mole. 

“Booo,” you frown, but let it go soon enough, foregoing your little game to press your lips against his. “Then I better make this a night to remember,” you murmur, tilting your head to the side.

Your hands dip into his luscious locks, fingernails tracing thin lines along his scalp that are certain to send tingles down his spine. As predicted, Jungkook releases a quiet groan soon after, a sound that’s muffled against your own lips. He’s pliant tonight, but not in a way that would elude fatigue. Pliant in a way that suggests he wants you to take the reins tonight, exhaling softly against you as he parts his lips. 

“Let me take care of you,” you hum, the hand that had been mindlessly hovering along his cheek drifting down to caress the side of his neck. Jungkook nods, his irises swimming in lust. You smile at his silent compliance, give his throat a light squeeze that makes his breathing hitch in surprise. 

He’s always at his prettiest when he’s beneath you like this, limbs moving in slow motion as you guide him along. You can already feel the beginnings of his arousal stirring beneath the front of his sweats, his cock slowly making its presence known against your thigh. You press your lips against his once more, making sure to make it rougher than the first kiss. Your tongue is met with little resistance, slips past his lips and dips into the hot cave of his mouth where Jungkook releases another trembling breath. 

Two hands come up behind you, trail themselves over your back and down to your ass, where he gives the two globes a tight squeeze. It draws a whimper out of you, one that Jungkook greedily swallows up. His tongue rubs up along yours, the wet muscle daringly pushing back against yours. His rebelliousness is only quelled with another press of your fingertips around his throat.

“Slow down,” you tell him. The first roll of your hips against him is slow, cruel in that you cut the motion short just as Jungkook begins to push back. A bratty huff escapes him, swollen pink lips pushing out into that endearing pout you love so much. It makes you grin, releasing the grip around his throat to carefully brush a stray strand of hair away from his eyes. 

It’s a gesture that works to soften Jungkook as well, the petulant look on his face melting away as you trail your pointer finger along his cheekbone. It’s replaced with a more tender one, dark lashes blinking up at you slowly. “Open,” you command upon reaching his mouth, finger pressing down against his pink lower lip. Jungkook obeys, opening his mouth until you can see his pink tongue and the dark abyss that leads down his throat. Your finger pushes itself in, and Jungkook certainly doesn’t try to resist. His lips suction around the digit fairly quickly, tight enough to keep you there but loose enough for you to slowly draw your finger in and out, each short plunge pressing down against his tongue. 

It’s a rather short affair, one that comes to an end when he accidentally bucks up against you, pressing his hardened member against your core. You retract your finger.  “Can you,” he tries, but his cheeks are stained red and he refuses to meet your gaze. “Just…” 

You intercept him with a chaste peck, maneuvering your legs until your knees are firmly pressed into the couch cushions beneath him, his thin waist trapped in between. When you sit up, you feel drunk on power and the way Jungkook looks up at you certainly doesn’t help. “Can I sit on your face?” 

He chokes. “I— sure, please,” he blurts out. His gaze follows you as you slip off of him, quickly discarding your pants and top on the floor. One pat against his thigh has him hurrying to shimmy out of his clothes, his sweatpants caught around his ankles. 

“You’re excited,” you laugh, stripping him of his bottoms when the frustration takes him over. 

Jungkook scoffs. “Well, yeah,” he mumbles, tugging his shirt off with one smooth motion. The ink around his bicep is as dark as ever, contrasts wonderfully against his warm face. “My fiancée is gonna sit on my face.”

The title makes you preen, quickly finding your place on his lap once more. With your clothing out of the way, Jungkook really does become a furnace. Every inch of his body is hot to the touch, soft too. “Fiancée,” you giggle, hands on his chest. They slide down, fingers playfully nudging his brown nipples. Jungkook flinches at the touch. “Gonna sit on my fiancé’s face,” you parrot back, delicately pinching one nipple between your fingers. A moan spills from his lips, his cock pushing against your thigh once more.

It’s the reminder you need, pushing back dutifully against him as you continue to toy with his chest. He’d look pretty with piercings, you find yourself thinking, watching on in fascination at the way his pert nipples stand at attention. Beneath you, Jungkook begins to grow desperate, his hands finding their place on your waist to encourage you to grind down against him once more. 

Jungkook swears up and down that he’s not particularly sensitive about having his nipples touched. But when you’ve got him like this, sinfully laid out before you, you can easily confirm that his claims are nothing but lies. He loves having his nipples touched, squirms beneath you impatiently with each playful tug and twist you bestow upon them. 

You duck down, pressing a kiss against his pectoral, just beside his nipple, and Jungkook’s entire body shivers. A few careful drags of your tongue against his warm skin only serve to string him along further, the prettiest whimper pulling itself from his lips when you finally envelope one of them in your mouth. “Wait,” he gasps, clawing at your clothing as if he both wants to push you off and push you closer. You grin, brandishing one mean nip at the sensitive nub. 

Eventually, your incessant need to play with Jungkook’s chest is fulfilled. “Lay back,” you instruct, watching as he shuffles down flat on the cushions, silver hair tumbling away from his eyes. He’s so red, eyes hazy. Your panties are discarded, joining the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor. 

Once upon a time, the idea of sitting on Jungkook’s face had terrified you, filled you with nightmares of crushing his windpipe or breaking his nose. For the most part, they’re pretty unrealistic fears, ones that can be easily shut down after one careful Google search on safe sexual practices. These days, it’s all too easy; in the mornings, especially, it’s become natural for him to guide you on top carefully, holding your hand as you whimper and sob over his face. 

In the current moment, you find yourself stroking a hand down the side of his face, completely enamored with the huge puppy eyes he levels your way. Jungkook likes having your pussy in his face just as much as you do, loves making you feel good in any way he knows how. But there’s a separate matter at hand, one that stands at attention beneath his black boxers and successfully wins your attention. 

Truthfully, there is no dilemma to ponder over; you want both to ride Jungkook’s face and suck him off. The solution?

“We’ve never done this before,” Jungkook mumbles in amazement, his voice slightly muffled from his position beneath you and slightly behind you. Still, his arms dutifully wrap around your thighs, guiding you closer to his mouth where his hot breath fans against your glistening folds. You rock back willingly, hands preoccupied with pushing his boxers down and away from his engorged cock. 

“Really?” you ask, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the cock before you and the tongue that gently laps at your folds. Jungkook makes a sound, something between a hum and whimper, his mouth slowly getting to work against your folds. “M- Maybe,” you stutter, all thought processes coming to a halt as you carefully take him in your hand. 

His cock is hard and long, his tip an angry shade that weeps with precum. From this angle, you get to watch Jungkook’s huge thighs twitch at the sensation, the tattoo that marks up one of them doing little to hide the fact. Your hand squeezes him, watches in awe as another fat droplet oozes out of his tip. A moan tears itself from his throat, and it’s so goddamn sexy it nearly drives you insane. 

It’s one particularly long lap of his tongue over your clit that sends you into action, back arching at the tingles that shoot down your spine. Wasting no more time, you guide Jungkook’s cock into your mouth, let your own tongue shower his mushroom tip in kitten licks that have him bucking upwards. He releases your clit with a lewd pop, hot breath fanning across your lips. “Fuck,” he gasps, voice harsh. 

Admittedly, it’s more difficult than you thought it would be. 

You’re not one to be easily overwhelmed (says you), but with Jungkook’s twitching cock in your mouth and his teasing tongue dipping into your entrance, it becomes hard to juggle your attention between the two. Even Jungkook, who is quite frankly the master of cunnilingus, seems torn between the two, his breathing shallow and quick against your folds. 

With each slow descent around his cock, he shudders, thigh muscles tightening in anticipation. It causes a lull in the pace of his tongue, the generous kisses and licks against your folds subject to a somewhat uneven pace that, surprisingly, leaves you more on edge than you’d ever expected it to; right when you think he’s about to suck your clit into his mouth, you’re met with a harsh exhale instead, one that makes your lips flutter. 

You’re both disappointed in yourselves for never having tried this mind-blowing position before, and equal parts understanding as to why you haven’t tried this position before— it’s a lot. His cock is halfway down your throat when it twitches, sends a gush of precum into your mouth that has your eyes rolling backwards, a whine slipping out around him. Jungkook appreciates the vibrations, letting it fuel him as he plunges his tongue into your hole. It’s a two way street, you realize, one that is constantly experiencing traffic. 

“Baby,” you gasp, pulling off of his cock with a slick sound, hypnotized by the trail of saliva that connects your lips to his tip. Jungkook’s tongue prods along your slit, makes your eyesight go blurry when the tip of his nose brushes along you as well. The idea of his cute nose buried deep someplace it shouldn’t be has you grinding down on him. “We can— we should stop,” you stutter, your trembling hand reaching forward to grasp the base of his cock. 

He’s slick with your saliva and his precum, and your hand makes a squelching sound upon contact. It must feel good, because Jungkook moans against your folds, his thighs unconsciously falling farther apart as you slowly jerk him off. You think you might’ve heard your name slip from his lips, but your mind is fuzzy, lost in your lust as Jungkook licks a sinful line from your hole to your clit, curling his tongue at the end. “J- Jungkook,” you cry, flinching away because it’s become too much, your toes curling as the beginnings of an orgasm threaten you. 

Before that can happen, he relents, leaning back with a heavy exhale, his hands loosening their grip against your ass and plopping back down against the cushions. “Fuck,” he pants, his cock twitching in your hold. A lonely droplet of precum trails down the side, your knuckles coated in the glossy substance. Beneath you, Jungkook rubs one soothing palm against your hip. 

You slink off before he can get any funny ideas, maneuver yourself around until you’re kneeling between his parted thighs, his fat cock standing at attention between the two of you. From here, he looks ravenous, and you begin to question who exactly is taking care of who. Jungkook looks like he’s a second away from pinning you down and swallowing you whole, a thought that makes your toes curl. 

It’s with a cautiously horny hand that you reach for his cock again, holding him with both hands. Jungkook growls, head lolling backwards until all you can see is his neck and his chin, thick veins protruding along his skin. Jungkook doesn’t waste a moment longer. “C’mere,” he purrs, hauling you up until you’re clumsily leaning over him, palms framing his face. A lone finger runs down your spine, its faint touch making you arch forward. “Sorry,” he says, securing an arm around your waist. “I know you wanted to take care of me, but…”

You roll your eyes, submitting yourself to his clutches as he masterfully rolls the two of you over. The couch is soft beneath your back, and Jungkook looks pretty from above too. “You just can’t sit still, can you?” you murmur playfully. 

Jungkook’s forearms find their place beneath your thighs, the fold of the back of your knee perfectly slotted against his warm skin as he shuffles closer. “Maybe another time,” he laughs along sheepishly, his hard cock gliding over your slit, teasing your clit. You gulp, eyes scanning over his lean build as if it’s the first time. “Sorry,” he repeats, but he’s got this stupidly dopey grin on his face as he glances down at your pussy; he’s insane, he’s got to be, what man makes heart eyes at a pussy?

Your man, apparently. Grasping the base of his cock, Jungkook takes care to drag it along your folds collecting your wetness along his length, a deep shudder wracking his body through it all. “I knew you would do this to me,” he mutters, so low you nearly miss it under the thundering sound of your heartbeat.

“Huh,” you mumble, and you’d like to defend yourself and say you weren’t as cock-crazy as Jungkook was coochie-crazy, but that would be a lie. You’re staring at his cock as if it holds the secrets to the universe right now.

Jungkook juts his head to the side, a motion similar to the one he does when he’s trying to crack his neck. His tongue prods along his cheek, eyes laser-focused on the point where your two bodies meet. “From the moment you walked into my house,” he grunts mindlessly, finally lining himself up with your entrance. He chances a glance up, meets your gaze with a patient look, “all good?”

“All good,” you hurriedly reply, fingers finding their place against his broad shoulders. With the way he had prepared you earlier, mouthed along your clit and your folds until you were pleasantly aroused, the glide now is too easy. Tight, but easy, has the two of you releasing twin moans that echo off the wooden walls of the cabin. 

Jungkook’s forehead is covered in a thin veil of sweat, one that glistens when the evening sunset pours in through the balcony doors, highlighting him in a golden light that makes you dizzy. The angry tip of his cock sinks into your walls, Jungkook’s ashy strands sticking to his forehead and his cheeks. For some reason, you find yourself reminiscing on the aforementioned moment Jungkook had spoken of. Of the soft sweater he’d worn that day and the dinner he had made, the blond tips on his chestnut hair and the way he’d clung onto every word you’d said. 

It makes you tear up, and, after laughing at Jungkook early for crying, you quickly turn your face away. 

Jungkook isn’t dumb. “What now,” he chuckles, though his breathing is labored, every inch of his cock that penetrates you further bringing with it another rush of adrenaline. At the hilt, you’re embarrassed to say there’s multiple tears streaming down your face, so you can’t even play it off as you usually do. “Crybaby,” Jungkook teases, but his voice is so soft and tender you don’t know what to do with yourself. 

“Just move,” you bite out, shamefully covering your face with your hands. Jungkook leans over you, the movement pushing his dick deeper inside of you, your walls clenching around him. A kiss is placed over your knuckles, just shy of your engagement ring. Your chest lurches with a silent sob. “Jungkook,” you whimper, sinking further into the cushion, “please, just—“

“I got it,” he assures you, placing one final peck against your handmade (literally) shield. And then, so quietly you almost miss it, he makes sure to whisper, “love you,” before unsheathing himself. 

You shudder, your heart feeling so full, you fear it’ll burst. You both love and hate when he treats you like this, like an ice sculpture in the scorching heat that has him doing everything he can to keep you solid. His touch is soft, the roll of his hips too slow for your liking. You feel so small and vulnerable— too pampered. “Harder,” you beg, your voice an airy whine that has Jungkook chuckling above you. 

He lives to please you, hiking your leg over his shoulder with a renewed vigor. His hands find themselves on your waist, forcefully pinning you down against the couch cushions as he sets upon fulfilling your latest request. The next series of thrusts are jerky, have you jostling in his grip as Jungkook pounds into you with an all new mindset. “Lemme see you,” he huffs, thumbs painfully digging into your skin. You tremble in his arms, heart swayed by the quiet plea in his voice. “Let me see your face, pretty girl.”

Reluctantly, you do, brandishing your tear-stricken face his way. Jungkook smiles, that stupidly handsome smile, his hips snapping into you roughly. “Fuck,” he moans, the expression never leaving his face, even when run your nails over his chest harshly. “You’re so pretty.”

You ignore him for the sake of your already weakened mental state, focusing instead on the brutal force of his hips, the way his cock stretches your walls out. Each push has you seeing stars, thighs quivering from the sensations that shoot up your spine and down your toes. “Oh,” you mewl, hands gripping his biceps as you lose yourself to him. Your eyes roll back, vision a mess of colors and nothingness all at once. 

“Is this hard enough?” Jungkook husks out, and he sounds so close. His proximity is confirmed when his mouth slots against yours, his harsh breath mingling with your own as he continues to frantically buck into your inviting heat, each new round of thrusts leaving you weaker and weaker than before. “God,” Jungkook cries, the sound nearly lost beneath your own moans and whimpers. “Gonna k- keep you forever,” he spits, tongue slipping into your mouth.

He’s messier than usual, moves with unrefined movements unlike his normal self. You don’t care, you love him all the same. His sloppy kisses turn into desperate ones, matching the pace of his hips. “Kook,” you sob, arms wrapping themselves around his neck, pulling him close until his thrusts are reduced to a shallower depth. 

“I’ve got you,” he croons, lips against your jawline. His cock presses in and you swear you feel it alongside every inch of your walls, a warmth blossoming in your stomach. He’s layering messy kisses down your face now, lips sucking dark marks any chance he gets. 

True to his word, Jungkook indeed has you. His cock pistons in and out at an astonishing pace, each surge into your folds making you dizzy over and over again. It’s a feeling you fear you’ll never grow tired of, in fact, it’s a feeling you fear you’ll begin to crave even more in the future. The good thing is, that future will extend into forever. 

You yank him towards you, swallow his low laughter with your lips. Jungkook doesn’t complain, lowering himself until he’s practically squishing you beneath his beefy body, cock ramming in and out despite all that. His tongue glides along yours, makes it his mission to muffle each of your cries. 

It doesn’t take long for you to be fulfilled. Given the fact you had sucked him off like a lollipop whilst having him eat you out, you’re not entirely surprised. That and the emotions of tonight have you melting into him sooner than you’d like, his name falling from your lips as your thighs clamp down around his waist. Jungkook takes it in stride, slows the maddening pace of his hips to cradle you in his arms. You’re like jelly, practically flop back into the cushion when he slips an arm beneath you. “You’re so good for me,” Jungkook praises, lavishing your throat in tiny pecks as his orgasm circles around. “My pretty girl.”

“Love you,” you sigh, and your body feels numb, his intrusion but a small touch now that he’s tired you out once more, your walls tender and raw. Jungkook presses a smile against your throat and, moments later, releases inside of you. 

Even minutes after the deed, the feeling refuses to return to your legs. He didn’t go that hard— well, you’re not entirely sure. The memories always become blurry toward the end of your escapades. Everything rushes back in waves, and for some reason, your first thought is, “where’s Sailor Moon?”

Your post-rump conversations have never been the most coherent, usually filled with pretty weird thoughts and ideas. Still, more grand things have happened tonight for you to be worried about a magical anime girl. Jungkook draws himself out of your core with a huff of laughter. “On the TV,” he answers, unfazed by the oddity of your question. 

That’s how you know he’s a keeper.

It takes a while, but eventually Jungkook responds. “Avocado toast,” he says, though his answer is dripping with uncertainty. He’s naked as the day he was born, snuggled up beside you in bed. He’s propped up on one arm, looking down at you over the ample swell of his manly bosom. It takes everything in you to keep your hands off his chest. 

“Correct,” you respond, “and what movie did we watch?”

Without missing a beat, “Transformers, the first one.”

You nod, glancing at the ceiling as you rack your brain for any other trivia questions to ask your fiancé. “The title of the playlist you made?”

A flush paints his cheeks. “Date Night playlist,” he answers through a pout, reprimanding you for bringing up such a memory with a flick to your forehead. You wince. “I was young and silly,” he defends.

You beam, cuddling into his side until he’s forced to lay back down. “Yeah, yeah,” you tease. “We’re only gonna get older from here,” you lament. You’d say it’s difficult to picture him with a gray head of hair, but his current silvery locks don’t leave much room for your imagination.

Jungkook pulls you close. A beat of silence passes, and then, “so who are we telling first?”

Definitely Namjoon.

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