#and then the movie starts and they won't! stop! fucking! commentating! the whole fucking movie!!! I don't have a problem with doing that

[horsemage]

I think we should bring back basic etiquette lessons such as shutting the fuck up when you’re watching a movie in a group that is not exclusively your friend group 🙂

#welcome to another Mick Airs Out Their Grievances and by god is it a VERY long one #prob best if u don't expand the tags #am I being maybe a bit meaner about this than I would be for any other movie? maybe but pac rim is one of my favorite movies of all time #so I think I get a pass on this one. #one of the groups on campus is hosting movie nights & I went to this one bc I've only ever watched pac rim on my laptop and wanted to watch #it on a larger screen. yay yippee I love this movie! #there r maybe 10-ish of us in this room and a three person friend group is sitting on the couch one of whom has seen the movie and two who #have not. okay so far so normal. #and then the movie starts and they won't! stop! fucking! commentating! the whole fucking movie!!! I don't have a problem with doing that #when I'm in just my friend group because I know that I can tell my friend to stop talking or pause the movie or whatnot but not when I'm in #a large group w people I'm not good friends with ffs #and the comments aren't even funny or anything they're all oh this is JUST like in iron widow!! oh they're SO gay and autistic!!! and #they're talking so loud about this that it completely drowns out the movie audio which has already been turned up a few times #like. be considerate!! some of us want to yknow actually listen to what's going on and not whatever bullshit you're saying #I nearly walked out three or four times before I actually wound up doing so #I may have been a bit of a bitch at the end but I don't care. I got up to leave because this was not an enjoyable environment and one of #them offered to turn the movie down if it was too loud. this caught me a bit off guard since I expected them to still be so wrapped up in #their convo and. well. I may have said 'it's not the movie that's too loud' before closing the door #this also reminds me a lot about my issues with online shipping culture and it bleeding through into how we interact with media irl #this is probably heavily influenced by my aromanticism but I'm so sick of people constantly reading romantic relationships into everything #AND placing more importance on those relationships than any other form. I don't mind romance in media. I think if done right it has great #emotional impact on a story but when a movie is running and when other people who may not want to hear it are in the room watching it too #is not the time to be loudly saying 'he's autistic!' 'they're in love!' 'she has a crush on him!' #I have my own interpretations of the movie some of which agree with what they said and some of which don't but that's beside the point of #knowing how to coexist politely in public #anyway. I think they were awful and annoying and they ruined my night out. #I think I'm just so incredibly mad about this because I love the movie and I was looking forward to watching it in a group of people who #found it cool as well while still having some modicum of politeness #I almost wish I had been meaner but that's the extreme annoyance talking I think #hater hour over love u guys bye

[starryseokmins]

jealousy, jealousy | l.sm

pair: seokmin x afab! reader x joshua (kind of)

summary: seokmin's jealousy has no limit even when you're just speaking to his friends at dinner.

warnings: not proofread! lmk if there's any mistakes. i use they/them pronouns for reader but they have female anatomy and i use the word wife once, established relationship, pwp, possessiveness, dk is kind of a dick at the start, oral (m! receiving), face fucking, fingering, he calls joshua mid sex, pussy slapping, face slapping, a tiny bit choking, degradation, pet names like baby, whore, slut.

wc: 2.3k

a/n: i just find possessive dk insanely hot, that is all. also i was scared because i didn’t know how to implement joshua into this but i hope i did well

your boyfriend was acting strange ever since you sat down.

first, he got snappy at mingyu for even glancing at your direction and then he started to death stare joshua after the poor guy just talked to you.

seokmin was in a good mood when you got there, but the sudden switch up as soon as the other members arrived was jarring. seungcheol seemed to catch onto his sour mood and gave you an sympathetic smile.

you decided to ignore him. if he wanted to act childishly, fine, but you wouldn't let it ruin your night. you were having a nice conversation with joshua about your favourite studio ghibli movies when the wine was delivered.

seokmin drinking was perhaps the worst thing to happen that night. once he was drunk, he would not stop making snarky comments about "how much better joshua is" to you.

"seriously, seokmin? grow up." you groan, shaking your head as you turned away from your boyfriend. the other boys seemed to understand what was going on and tried to ignore seokmin's antics too.

"do you wanna fuck joshua that badly you'll ignore me to talk to him?" he whispered in your ear, voice low and it sounded like was angry.

"what?! no!" you whisper shouted, appalled by the accusation. why the fuck would you want another man when you have seokmin?

"so why won't you give me attention?" seokmin whined, placing his hand on your thigh.

"seokmin," you sighed and pursed your lips. "you're annoying me. go away."

he ignored your request, instead sneaking his hand up your dress making you gasp. "what the fuck are you doing?!"

"seems this is the only way to get your attention," he whispered as he pressed a few kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone, you melted into his touch and almost shut your eyes until you realised where you were right now and how drunk your boyfriend was.

"stop." you breathed and seokmin retracted his hand from your dress immediately. "sober up first."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

sober up he did, seokmin was finally back to his normal self. well, that's what you thought until you got home and your back was pinned against the front door. "were you doing it on purpose?"

"doing what?" you asked and seokmin rolled his eyes. "i know you were trying to make me jealous, or maybe you really do want to fuck shua."

okay, he had to of hit his head or something because he was not making sense. "baby, i'm confused.. why would i try to make you jealous?"

he scoffed and grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head, and shoved his thigh in between your legs. "don't play dumb. you didn't talk to me all night and only paid attention to the others. you made me look like a fool."

his deep voice made you feel hot, and you had to stop yourself from grinding on the leg he has between yours. "i-i really didn't mean to!" you whined.

seokmin smirked when he realised what he was doing turned you on. "what, do i not fuck you good enough you need to crawl to joshua to help you feel good?"

he grabbed your hips and started grinding you on his thigh. "no! i only want you," you insisted with a moan escaping your lips.

"hm, i don't believe you." he replied. suddenly, he picked you up by your waist and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his. he took you to your bedroom and threw you onto the sheets.

your whole body felt hot. you never expected this side of him would make you so needy, but now you're glad this side of him is showing for the first time. he unbuttons his black dress shirt he wore to the dinner and slid it off his shoulders.

you couldn't help but drool. he was so muscular and you wanted him to manhandle you so bad. "undress too." he ordered.

you scrambled to get your own dress off, and then you were both only in your underwear. your boyfriend practically pounced on you, his lips immediately attacking your neck.

he painted your neck and collarbone with hickeys, marking you to non-verbally tell you that you were his. all you could do was simper under his touch.

"i have an idea," he looks up at you and his mouth quirks. "why don't i give shua a call?"

your eyes widen and your jaw opens in shock. "what?! are you insane?"

he chuckles and grabs his phone off the nightstand. you pretended like he was crazy for this, but you couldn't help but be a little intrigued.

when he dialed the number you hoped he wouldn't pick up, but to your dismay he did. a faint "hello?" comes from the phone.

seokmin puts it on speaker so the both of you could hear. "hi, joshua.. hope i'm not disturbing you."

"oh, it's no worries. i was just watching youtube." joshua replies. seokmin started tweaking your nipples, your bra long gone by now. you tried your best to hold in your noises. "what's up?"

there's a long silence when seokmin's hands sneak down dangerously close to your core. "um, dokyeom?"

"sorry, my baby's so needy right now." your boyfriend's words made your jaw drop a second time. you pinched his arm and he gave you a playful grin. joshua had no idea what he meant until he heard you moan over the line.

seokmin's hand was now past your panties, rubbing at your clit. the poor guy stayed silent on the other line, you felt so bad for him. it was evident seokmin did not as his ministrations on your clit got faster.

"ah! minnie, what about shua-" you whimper and your hands grab at his wrists. "what about him? i'm sure he'll love listening to you moan for me. won't you, joshua?"

"w-what?" he stuttered and seokmin chuckled. you stopped caring about joshua as soon as his fingers intruded your hole, making your back arch and your hand grip his forearm tightly.

"why are you calling me while you're fucking your partner, dude?" joshua asked, sounding a little annoyed.

"because i need you to know they’re mine." he sneered. you couldn't focus when seokmin's fingers started pumping inside you, thumb rubbing your clit expertly. "minnie, more!"

seokmin chuckled at your eagerness. you were lying if joshua being able to hear you didn't turn you on more. "they're so wet for me, shua. can you hear it?"

he puts the phone near your heat so joshua could hear the obscene squelching sounds when he'd pump his fingers in and out of you.

you heard him groan over the speaker and your nails dug into seokmin's forearm. "you like joshua being able to hear you? what a slut."

your boyfriend grabbed your face with his free hand and squished your cheeks between his fingers, kissing you roughly before muttering, "my slut."

"oh, fuck! seokmin, i'm so close-" you whimpers get cut short when he retreats his hand from you. "you don't deserve to cum until i have tonight."

you knew whining wouldn't get you anywhere so you stayed quiet. you watched seokmin pull his boxers down and let his hard cock free. he grabbed it and directed the tip to your mouth with a sly smirk.

"can i fuck your face, sweetheart?" he asked. when you nodded his cock pushed past your lips and your tongue immediately licked up his shaft, prodding at the veins that decorated it.

"ah, fuck. your mouth feels so good..." he groans and turns his head to the phone he almost forgot about. "you're awfully quiet, joshua. what are you doing?"

you heard the man clear his throat before speaking, but getting cut off with a quiet moan of his own. "shit, are you getting off to this?"

"n-no," he lies. then he moans a little louder when he realises seokmin's already started thrusting into your mouth with the gags that escape your throat.

seokmin grabbed your hair with his fist and pulled tightly, bucking into your mouth rougher, a wide grin on his face. "baby, shua has a crush on you."

joshua whimpers out a weak "no i don't". tears started to well up in your eyes as seokmin's dick hits the back of your throat repeatedly, and you were sure you'd wake up with a sore throat in the morning. when your hands snaked up your boyfriends thighs and you started playing with his balls, that's when his thrusts got sloppier.

"oh my god, i'm gonna cum!" seokmin whines out when you moan on his cock, the vibrations sending him into haywire. joshua didn't sound too far behind with his own whimpers coming from the phone.

seokmin's thrusting slowed until he got to a halt, and you felt his load spill down your throat. "fuck, so good baby. my good little whore."

he pulled out of your mouth and instructed you to swallow, his fingers poked into your neck so he could feel when you did and he gave you a mischievous smirk.

"josh, do you think i should reward them?" seokmin speaks up and you almost forgot about his friend on the other line. "mfph, yes.."

your boyfriend looks at you with half-lidded eyes and suddenly flips you over, a squeak coming from your mouth as your face hit the mattress.

he pulled your underwear down, almost ripping them. when you tried to turn around, his hands dug into your hips to keep you in place.

"nuh uh, you gotta do what i tell you." he whispers in your ear, then he started licking your earlobe and down, until he reached the back of your neck.

he kissed and marked you all over your collarbone, then moved down your back until he reached the back of your thighs. the feeling of his fleeting kisses made you melt into the matress, but you still needed more.

"babyy.. hurry up," you whined. "need you inside me."

your boyfriend chuckled darkly and slapped your pussy making you yelp. "shit dokyeom, take it easy," joshua breathes. his voice startled you for the third time.

"joshua.. minnie won't fuck me!" you complained into the phone with a smirk. you could hear the boy stutter over the line. "don't talk to him. i'm right here." seokmin then turned you over to face him.

"that's unfair! i wanna talk to him!" being a brat was one of the easiest ways to rile your boyfriend up.

what you didn't expect was the sharp sting on your cheek. he just slapped you, hard. "what the fuck?!" you yelped, his hand coming up to soothe the sting. you would be lying if it didn't turn you on, though.

you could hear joshua whimpering, it was quiet but the both of you caught it. "are you close, joshie?" you asked.

you took his no answer as a yes and giggled. "c'mon, don't you wanna cum inside me minnie?"

seokmin grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him, his dick finally lining up with your hole. when he finally pushed in, your eyes instantly fluttered shut.

"oh fuck," he groaned when he finally bottomed out. "feels so good, baby."

his thrusts started slow but he picked up the pace pretty quickly, his hands wrapped around your thighs and pulled your legs up so that your knees were up touching your chest.

the scent of sweat and sex and the sound of skin slapping, panting plus joshua's muffled moans over the phone filled the room. it was all so hot.

seokmin's thrusts got rougher, his head buried in the crook of your neck so that you could hear his whimpers and groans clearly, also so he could mark you.

when he finally pulled away from you, his hand came up to your neck instead, lightly choking you, making you clench on his cock. "mhm, pussy feels so good.. made for me."

another slap on your clit made you jolt, but it made the knot in your abdomen tighten ever so close to your breaking point. you couldn't speak coherent sentences at this point, only screaming seokmin's name like a mantra.

"seokmin! oh fuck, cum inside me please!" you finally sob, tears threatening to spill from how rough he was fucking you. "yeah, want me to fill you up? be mine forever, become my wife?"

you just nodded and pleaded with a few dozen "yes's", the knot about to snap. "hah, i'm cumming!" you heard joshua whimper over the phone and then it happened.

your legs started shaking, the orgasm was so hard it felt like your entire body was vibrating. seokmin's voice was drowned out by the utter pleasure you felt, everything just felt so hot.

then, you felt his cock twitch and your pussy clenched more to milk him dry, his hot cum painting your walls. seokmin collapsed on top of you and held you in his arms, riding out his own orgasm.

"i love you.." he said breathlessly.

"i love you too, baby." you muttered while stroking his hair, waiting for him to come down from ecstasy.

when seokmin finally pulled out, you felt his cum drip down your thighs. "see, joshua? she's mine-" he starts but then the man on the other line hangs up and you have to stifle a giggle.

"you probably embarrassed him, min!" you scold, lightly slapping him on the forearm. "yeah, whatever."

"apologize to him, baby."

seokmin rolled his eyes with a pout. "no, he doesn't deserve one after that dinner."

"seokmin. you literally caused a problem out of something that wasn't a problem in the first place. apologize!"

"fine, in the morning." your boyfriend cuddled up beside you and you couldn't help but give in.

#seventeen #svt #svt smut #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #dk x reader #dk smut #joshua smut #lee seokmin #seokmin smut #— ✏️ starryseokmins

[ssentimentals]

jeonghan + teasing him

prompt: 'you're lucky that you are cute' + 'can you feel what you're doing to me?' (this work is part of my 1k event, go check out other works of mine here)

warning: nsfw, groping each other in public

you knew it was a bad from the start but jeonghan is actually insufferable, so all in all it is his fault. yes, it's his fault for teasing you the whole day and blinking up at you innocently when you groan at him, needing his hands, his lips, anything - all over your body. it's his fault for thinking you won't bite back, for not considering that you can pay him back in the exactly same way. so, as far as you're concerned - jeonghan is at fault. for everything.

his skin is a bit cold to the touch and you warm it up, gently massaging his thigh, grinning at the way he subtly tries to get away from your touch by moving his leg to the side. and at first you want to let him be, because you're in cafe and all boys are around- but then you remember him pressing you to the wall, his lips abusing yours, while his hands worshipped your sides. you remember him slanting a knee between your thighs, letting you grind on it and then pulling off with a haughty smirk, telling you that it's time to go and that he doesn't want to be late. you remember a wet spot on your underwear and suddenly there's no fucking way you let him be.

'do you guys wanna go watch a movie after this?' you ask, leaning closer on the table, smiling. your right hand plays with a straw of your milkshake and left hand continues its journey upward jeonghan's thigh. your nails don't dig painfully but instead scratch lightly, evoking goosebumps on his skin. 'i can't remember last time we all went out for a movie.'

'you are right!' seungkwan supports you, immediately pulling conversation to the direction of movies. 'what should we watch? there is-'

you tune them out but don't look away, grinning quietly at jeonghan's obvious discomfort. he also takes part in the conversation, tries to act natural, but when your hand settles on the zipper, he stills. got ya. thank god for how loud all of his friends are, the tell-tale sound of zipper being pulled down goes completely unheard as everyone comments on what's currenly airing. you are not sure how far you're about to go, but jeonghan is not stopping you in any way; yes, he tries to shy away from the touch but he's not grabbing your wrist, he's not physically stopping you although he can do so easily; you take it all for a sign to keep going. 'no horror movies,' jeonghan interjects, raising up a little and sitting more comfortably. 'let's do comedy this time.'

'comedy movies are shitty usually though,' minghao notes, scrolling through his phone.

no one notices anything different, no one pays you two no mind and you grip jeonghan's shaft through his underwear, barely keeping smile off your face when he subtly flexes his muscles, straightening up. his right hand also goes down and it may look like you're just holding hands under the table, but in reality his hand sneaks and rests right between your thighs, tapping once, twice - until you get the signal and slightly widen them, letting him slot a hand in between. jeonghan is only half-hard, but his dick twitches in interest when you start rubbing it, applying just the right amount of pressure, just the way he likes it. jeonghan also doesn't sit still, his hand moves pointedly to your heat and it makes you want to gasp even if you're wearing pants. the material is very thin though and you lean a bit closer, biting your lower lip as your boyfriend steadily increases the pressure. jeonghan moves just a little, when you start fondling his sac, his member growing stiffer and stiffer by each passing minute.

'what do you think about this one?' seungkwan suddenly asks, turning his phone screen towards you. 'aren't you a fan of this actor?'

'oh, um, i-'

'she's my fan, kwannie,' jeonghan interrupts, draping himself all over you. 'but show me the actor again?'

you gulp. concentrate. jeonghan is working in order for everything you're doing to go unnoticed, but fuck if you're not feeling heated. his dick is fully hard now and you slip your hand inside his underwear, hearing his breathing hitch. seungkwan starts loudly complaining about jeonghan being too lovey-dovey right up his face, but you can't hear anything other than the sound of your breathing as you smear bit of precum down his head, his thighs flexing in response and brushing against yours. his fingers keep up with their pressure, sliding up and down, making you clench your teeth in frustration.

'can you feel what you're doing to me?' he whispers hotly in your ear, quietly enough only for you to hear. 'how hard i am?'

you nod, trying your hardest not to shiver and look at him. instead, you stubbornly stare at whatever minghao is showing on his phone, keeping your facial expression neutral. there's nothing you want more than to turn around and kiss that smirk off jeonghan's face, so when he grips your wrist in a firm but gentle 'stop', you quiver, knowing exactly what it means. 'i need to get back home,' jeonghan announces, coming up with some excuse that has minghao and joshua staring at you two suspiciously.

'y-yeah, we need to go home,' you echo, gripping your thighs together to ease the pressure.

jeonghan tucks himself back into the jeans and tugs his oversized t-shirt down, hiding his boner from privy eyes. 'but we'll come back for the movie!'

you want to argue because what the fuck, there'll be no movie until you get him inside you but jeonghan only grabs you to his side and waltz you both out of the cafe, ignoring ravenous laughter than followed. 'you're lucky that you are cute,' jeonghan mutters, pushing you insistently towards his car. 'because your punishment won't be that hard.'

'because you're also dying to fuck me?' you question, toying with the seatbelt. 'aren't you?'

jeonghan sends you a murderous glare. 'don't push it, cutie. be smart.'

you grin but don't say a thing as he drives you both home, knowing that this time you got him good.

a/n: this is what happens when i don't feel like writing a full on smut :/ hopefully it's still ok for the anon who requested it! - nini

tagging @prpldahy

#jeonghan au #jeonghan fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagine #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan imagine #seventeen yoon jeonghan #svt jeonghan #svt x reader #seventeen reaction #seventeen fluff #svt imagine #yoon jeonghan x reader #seventeen smut #seventeen jeonghan

[kanmom51]

JM's Production diary Documentary

And Live 23 October 2023

So, I don't know how to do this.

Write about JM's documentary separate from his live.

Write about the two without being all over the place.

Because not too much happened, and yet so much did.

So, where do I start? How do I get through this?

At this point I have so many ideas running through my head for posts, so much so that I'm not sure just yet how this post will work out, given that everything intertwines.

I still have JM's previous live to work on as well. Yeah, kind of overwhelmed at the moment.

I guess I will just get on with it, but I do think that more than likely there will be things I will either save for another post or two or three, or forget something (that I can guarantee) or just post on repeat, cause some things we just cannot get enough of.

Let's talk about the documentary a bit.

We got to see the process of JM creating his songs. How they would start with the idea, the narrative. Then the melody, instruments and the vocals and then the actual lyrics.

JM's musicality, his talent, his creativity all showcased.

We also got to see just how nice Pdogg is. How much he loves JM, how respectful he is to him, not to mention how talented he is himself. As a matter of fact, the whole team that worked with JM were super nice and talented and they just all seemed to be having a good time, even while working to the bone.

Oh, and how none of them actually knew English, lmao.

In the documentary we were shown how JM and Pdogg chose the quote from the movie to use in the song. Only that it wasn't the one they actually used in the song itself. And that is because, as JM revealed to us in the live, they picked it without knowing what the characters were talking about, picking a convo between the characters that sounded nice to them at the time, something that would suit the song. All while the two characters were actually talking about a visa, lol. And JM, well, he found that super funny (which truthfully, it really is), so he repeated it a couple of times.

We also saw RM in the documentary sitting down with them talking about writing lyrics. Only for JM to share with us that:

Which JM found to be very funny. I guess now it is, but back then... not sure he shared that same sentiment, lol.

He kept on laughing about him being an idea bank, lol. It's ok to acknowledge your genius, man!!!

Hobi and then Jin show up in the comments while JM is watching the documentary. And I was surprised at that point, given that I really did think JM wouldn't be doing this live, that it would have been pre-recorded. But it wasn't, and thank god for that, cause we all know what happened later on. Less than 1.30 minutes out of an almost 2 hour live, but gosh, what a 1.30 minutes they were, lol.

Anyways, Hobi shows up and JM goes all shy and even stops playing the documentary telling him to leave, that he won't continue playing until he does.

Guess who won that fight, lol. Hobi, of course. JM gives in and continues, once in a while saying they will go away at 9 pm (Jin came in to say that there is some kind of something military related, lol).

Letter

Yes, let's actually start with the name of the song.

Cause for some reason, although they all talk about the song using the word pyeonji (Letter), all while the translation is Dear.Army. Like what the actual fuck? Why would they do that?

Well, we kind of know, don't we?

Someone (cough Hybe cough) is working super hard to cement the song is for the fans.

Please tell me, if this was a song completely meant for the fans, why this incessant need of the company to sell this to us? Why change the name of it in the fucking documentary, while JM and the others are literally saying the word "letter" translating it to "Dear.Army"? There is only one answer I can think of here. And you know exactly what that answer is.

I'm not going to go back to all the reasoning as to why this is way more than a song for fans, I feel like we've discussed this ad nauseam. I will only say that NOTHING we saw in the documentary contradicts what we think about Letter.

You can see, throughout the process how emotionally tasking the song is for JM. And yes, a song for ARMY could be emotional, I mean both JM and JK have immense love for ARMY, and we've seen JK burst into tears talking to army or about army, JM getting very emotional himself. But this, this was more. There are moments there when you can see the anxiety just bursting out of JM.

This song was just MORE.

Especially when you take everything you see in the documentary, JM's state of mind, his words, his behaviour, and add it all up with the lyrics, even more so the missing lyrics. Would be hard to explain how "dongsaeng" fits into "this is a song for army"... Add it to the hidden track. But not only it being a hidden track, it's a hidden track only on the physical CD. Not the digital CD. So, no streaming. A track for Army, for his fans, that not all of his fans get to hear freely? A track for Army that, hmm... maybe wasn't supposed to even be in the album?

We got more than 2 seconds of JK. That's worth a mention too, no?

When I saw this I was: fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Cause, no way under the sun, yes, pun intended, that this was about ARMY.

Army was NEVER REFERENCED AS THE SUN BY ANY OF THEM.

NEVER.

You know who was?

The level of emotion we see from the two of them throughout the process... this was so personal.

I rewatched it again today before writing these lines. It's JK's body language, it's JM's body language, it's JM going in to cup JK's face when telling him he wrote a fan song, and JK's reaction.

Dare I remind you that "Still with you" was classified by JK as a "fan song". Dare I remind you what our sentiments about that song are? Yeah, a fans song.

And I will remind you, not that you need the reminder, who happened to state for all of us to see that he was JM's fan. Happening to do so during JM's promotions of Face and before JM's Face Live, which I do not think was a coincidence AT ALL.

They are just precious. What else can I say?

There is this as well.

Also, I don't think I'm the only one seeing this. JK at the end going in for a hug, but JM, reaches out for a hand shake and a bow.

He bows.

Twice.

Now, the not going in for a hug could be one of two with JM. The first could be that it was too emotionally charged and that hug, in front of the cameras, will just be too hard. Too hard not to show the emotions. Too hard to break off.

Or, the second could be that by doing this, bowing the way he did do JK, he was showing us, the spectators, just how profoundly thankful he was for JK, and for his participating in the song.

Now that I think of it there could be a third reason. Which would be the combination of the two.

You know what I also noticed there?

That JK didn't bow back.

So, that's more or less what happened with them in the documentary. Not too much talking, when there is it's subdued, understandably so, given this is all done in front of the cameras. But, there is an undertone of emotions there.

Oh, and did I mention we see JM wearing the very important, at the time, necklace throughout the documentary? On that day of recording as well.

And happy little coincidence them wearing the black and white bucket hats? Lol.

Ok then. By now we all know that JK joined the live. And he does it exactly when they started letter. Quelle surprise. Quelle coincidence. Or was it?

Observations:

JK is too skinny. JM thought so too all while grabbing his tiddy.

JK is really tired. Said he was practicing. Eyes red. He needs to eat and sleep.

JM was genuinely surprised by JK's appearance. Th way he lights up, he was surprised and giddy and excited, his whole body movement, practically dancing in his seat with glee.

JK walks in holding his right hand in place. At first I thought maybe it was injured or hurt or unable to move, a cramp maybe, like the ones JM suffers from at times. But later on it looked like there was nothing wrong with his arm. So was that his way of holding himself back? Restraining himself? Containing himself?

JM signals for JK to talk into his mic,

Pulls the mic up forward away from his chest, and as JK comes closer he lets it go and leans back for JK to move in.

And JK, well why? The mic is right there. Why does he lean in lower? To say hello to Army? Talking to JM's what? Not the mic, that's for sure...

There did not seem to be a chair there next to JM when the live started, and when JK was leaving JM had him take a chair with him. So, as JK came into frame were the staff assuming he's going to be joining JM for the rest of the live? Also making sure to hand him a mic?

And then, JM asks JK "why did you lose so much weight?", all while reaching out his arm, and JK moves forward towards him, and you can see JK's eyes moving down to JM's arm all while JM just goes for JK's chest. Just going straight for the grab.

And JK, he loses it for just a second.

Sniff, gulp, giggle...

And we are back.

JK laughingly tells us he just practiced. But kind of still dumbfounded I guess.

And then I think JM came to as well (you know, awakening from the aftershock of his own actions, lol) and tells JK "time to go", or more so "get the fuck out of here as fast as you can and take that chair with you while you're at it, cause if you don't leave now I'm going to jump your bones right here right now".

Ok, so maybe he didn't say those words exactly, but that was the sentiment, lol.

JM apologises. Thrice.

For sending JK on his way.

And we get the hug. One of those Jikook in front of the camera hugs.

And again JM rushes JK to leave, smacking his butt while he's at it.

JK grabs the chair, tells JM to enjoy watching with Army and tells us he loves us on the way out. And JM sitting there watching JK, giggling, smile plastered on his face, waving by. But that isn't the end of it.

Because as JK leaves JM follows him with his gaze, until he waves him goodbye and only then gets back to the documentary.

And this is when we lost JM for a few minutes there during that part of the documentary, and even more so when JK was on screen singing or during their interactions.

And we also got this reaction to their hug.

What was going through your mind at that moment JM?

After JK leaves there is not too much left until the end of the documentary. And then we have a JM giggles attack. And the man is telling us he's laughing about balloon placements, but seriously, do we really think that's it?

And yes, JM was as always his own shy self while going it alone, and yes, he was finding it hard where to go with the live once the video was over, but this was just more than just plain embarrassment or shyness.

Could there have been someone there waiting for him? Someone that has that kind of effect on JM perhaps?

I don't think JK was there the whole time. He really did leave when JM was waving him goodbye (if he hadn't have left JM wouldn't have been able to get back to the documentary the way he did). But possibly, very possibly, lover boy went to shower and came back in time for JM's ending.

JM tells us during that giggle attack that he will post a pic of the funny balloons only to later post a pic of 19 balloons, the ones in the front shaped like an S. And why do I feel like that was JK's doing? The S shaped balloons...

Clearly the balloons were not placed that way at first.

Someone did this. Question is which one of them. The S, the 19, not a coincidence.

I guess that's it for this post.

Like I mentioned, I know I probably forgot stuff, and there will probably several posts to follow.

But I just needed to get this one out there for you guys. And I guess we'll add on as we go (especially seeing that I've reached my image limit here, as usual).

To sum this up.

WOW!!!

#Jimin #JM #JM's Production diary #JM's documentary #Jikook #kookmin #Minkook #Jungkook #JK #Jikook Letter

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

tagged by @daffi-990 @giddyupbuck @spotsandsocks

hi!! i'm back lol - well, the craziness at work is done and I'm slowly getting back to writing bc I haven't written in like a week and it's killing me lol (this is gonna sound dramatic but I literally don't feel like myself if I don't write for too long haha) I don't have anything new to share rn, but I figured since it's already december and since some of y'all are sharing Christmas fics, and knowing I likely won't write one this year, I'm gonna shamelessly plug my holiday fake dating fic with 4 Christmases and 6 Christmas chapters actually 😂 (Christmas was a very important time for Buck and Eddie's relationship in this lol) - there's obvi more holidays in this but anyway, here's a snippet of their first Christmas together also, it's been a year since I posted the first chapter and I'm feeling nostalgic lol, this fic is my baby and I love it so much (tho there's so many things I'd change now lol)

[read on Ao3]

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Turns out, Buck is very much serious about the whole thing, and Christopher finds it hilarious and is eager to play along. Eddie doesn’t have valid arguments not to do it, and it’s not like he doesn’t want to. After another snide comment when talking to his parents, he made his decision. And he already felt this exciting feeling of satisfaction when he told them he’d be bringing someone for Christmas this year – miraculously, Buck and Eddie don’t work on Christmas, and they took an additional day off, so their schedules allow for a three-day trip to Texas. 

So now, it’s Christmas Eve and they’re on their way from the airport to Eddie’s childhood home, and he’s nervous, doubts just starting to seep in. What on earth possessed him to do this? He can’t lie to his family. He can’t pretend to be in love with Buck. What if he really does fall in love with him? What if everything goes to shit? He’s watched enough movies to know it’s a bad idea, but he couldn’t and still can’t bring himself to stop it.

“So.” Eddie says, his voice shaking slightly, as they sit in a cab. “We’re doing this.”

“Yep.” he can hear Buck grin next to him. “Unless you still wanna back out?” he adds quickly. They could still say Buck’s just a friend. No big deal. But Eddie does have this petty desire to stir something up, and this seems perfect. 

“No. It’ll be fine.” he smiles at Buck, and then feels hot when Buck grabs his hand and interlaces their fingers, winking at him. Christopher laughs.

“You’d make a great couple.” he comments. He’s been unusually happy about all of this. He also asked Eddie a few days ago if Eddie loves Buck, which prompted a conversation, but he thinks Chris knows what’s going on now. Eddie doesn’t really know what to think about that.

“Thanks, buddy.” Buck responds excitedly, squeezing Eddie’s hand, and he can’t contain a smile. If not anything else, at least all three of them are going to have a lot of fun.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @diazblunt @911onabc @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @exhuastedpigeon @weewootruck @loserdiaz @evanbegins @steadfastsaturnsrings @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @pirrusstuff @theotherbuckley @911-on-abc @hoodie-buck @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @diazpatcher @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @thewolvesof1998 @lover-of-mine @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @jamespearce9-1-1

#fuck it friday #the holiday fic #wikiangela writes #for a holiday (and forevermore) #some shameless self promo #it's done and 95k and it's fake dating and it's fluffy and cute and I love it haha #also there's quite a bit of eddie and his sisters and it was my fave thing to write (abc give us some big brother eddie pls im begging lol) #and just recently this fic got my first ever 1k kudos which is just mindblowing and i get overwhelmed if i think about it too long lol #so perfect time to share it again haha #buddie fic #buddie #my writing #fic snippet #this post got long and rambling lmao sorry and if you read it all ily <3 hahaha

[trulybetty]

Sunday | Week In Review I

So in order to try and be consistent with this, I’ve kept a running Notes page open to keep track of my week.

As I mentioned last week, I don’t expect this every week, I am me. But I am going to keep trying to make an effort to support my fellow creators.

If there’s something you’ve enjoyed this week, please feel to reblog this and tag me so I can check it out and share 💙

Also, not that I feel it needs to be said, but this is a reflection of what I have personally read and enjoyed.

B x

Truly Betty Updates This Week…

New York Part I (Marcus Pike x f!reader)

Fics I Enjoyed This Week…

Conversations with a Movie Star | Chapter 1 by @gnpwdrnwhiskey Even if you’re not a fan of Dieter Bravo, the dialogue in this alone is worth checking out this opening chapter for this new fic. Ava is an OFC down on her luck after being fired, from her families paper no less, and has stumbled across the Bravo Inn… I’ll let Lellen’s writing do the rest

Stripper Jack Trilogy | P. III by @psychedelic-ink The conclusion of maybe the definitive trilogy of trilogies? I don’t think anyone had Stripper Jack on their 2023 bingo cards, but he’s earned his space and I won’t have any arguments on it. 

Hungry Hearts | Chapter by @atinylittlepain Not many Joel AU’s I’ll jump into, but Bruce Springsteen and Joel Miller? Signed myself the fuck up for that as soon as it was announced. The unfolding of Joel and Cherry's relationship in the summer of '86 against them running back into one another 17 years later is such a great dynamic. 

Fall Apart Again | Chapter 1 + 2 by @wildemaven Heidi spoiled us this week, with not one, but TWO chapters of her new Joel fanfic. I don’t think I’ve gotten so emotional over an opening chapter to a fic before like I did with this one! Then the second chapter? Just bury me now… but actually don’t, I want to see the end of this fic first!

The Layover | Chapter 9 by @goodwithcheese How did Megan describe her fanfics? Hallmark movies with smut? She's not wrong. This whole series so far has been a rollercoaster of emotions and keeps delivering each week without fail. Not only are you rooting for Reader + Frankie, but Jules and Santiago anyone? Or maybe just Jules herself because she's just the boss.

Late Night Texts | Chapter 9 by @mvtthewmurdvck I think it's safe to say it's fanfics like Late Night Texts that have got me back in my rom-com/hopeless romantic era. I don't want to give too much away if you've not had the pleasure of reading this - but it has all the hallmarks of a good rom-com set on the backdrop of the early 2000s and with Javier Peña. If you're like me and still trying to make your way through Narcos or haven't watched it yet - please don't let it stop you, you won't be sorry!

A Little FaceTime by @stardustandskycrystals I’m still thinking about this fic days later and may have gone back to read it again. Trust me, just read this - you don’t need an explanation or reason, just read it. Even if Javi isn’t your jam (wasn’t on my list before, that’s all changed now) - it won’t disappoint!

Things I’m Looking Forward to Starting…

Decoherence by @prolix-yuy Westworld and Jack ‘Agent Whiskey’ Daniels crossover, yes, please! It is also reminding me that I never finished season one and should do something about it…

Pleased to Meet You by @intheorangebedroom This is a constant on my dash and on my TBR pile for a while with so many good comments - also getting into my Frankie era, so it’s perfect timing!

The Pilot & His Girl by @avastrasposts Been waiting to savour this one! So you’ve got the Last of Us and you’ve got Triple Frontier, two of my favourite things… what happens when you mush them together? You get a wild ride through the outbreak with Frankie & Reader - I cannot wait to get into this!

Visiting by @ladamedusoif This is another regular on my dash and on my TBR that I’m hoping to get stuck into this week. A college AU of Mr. Ben from the SNL sketch. Fully fleshed out and on the backdrop of New England, I’m ready to get swept away with this promise of a slow burn.

The House by @gemmahale A Jack Daniels x OFC (Best Friend) series coming soon focusing on a long-lost friendship, an inheritance, and Jack sounding like the scallion he is? Cannot wait.

Posts I Enjoyed This Week…

@rhoorl’s announcement of their Triple Frontier AU, Delta Landscaping with mood board and logo! The residents of Tumblr won’t know what’s hit the neighbourhood when they roll into town! 

Thanks to @gnpwdrnwhiskey I will never look at baby hippos without thinking of Dieter Bravo

Everyone’s participation in the WIP poll tag game, it was so fun to see my dash just filled with so many creative people and so many amazing ideas! It was a neat peek into everyone’s draft folders!

Things I’ve Enjoyed This Week…

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse - FINALLY got to see it this week, and it did not disappoint. Have not stopped thinking about it since!

My rom-com era has returned, and I’m deep into embracing my forgotten love of a good rom-com. So far this week it’s been The Lake House, You’ve Got Mail & Always Be My Baby. Also it gave way to a Keanu Reeves appreciation post, come share your favourite Keanu!

This Week’s Song… Went waaaayyyy back for this one, an amazing album too - the Sterephonics are one of my favourite bands of all time 🩶

Hope everyone has a great Sunday & here's to a new week!

Please feel free to share your own favourites from the week or what you're looking forward to this week - not a tag game, so no pressure for you to share if you're not feeling it ❤️ xx

#betty's sunday in review #not sold on the name #but I have a touch of sun stroke #so this is as imaginative as we're getting right now #Spotify

[riseofamoonycake]

Headcanons for (if your ok with it.) Jack,Noah,Hlokk,and Heracles if the reader showed them the movie Sweeney Todd: demon barber of Fleet Street the one with Johnny Depp. I just bought the soundtrack and figured this ask would be perfect for the month of Halloween.

Pretty sure the original story of Sweeney Todd was published in the dreadful penny or something before Jack was born.

I like it a loooot! The tv serie "Penny Dreadful" mentions the stage play of Sweeney Tood (and even Jack The Ripper) in London, so it is perfection. Let's start!

ROR CHARACTERS WATCHING THE MOVIE SWEENEY TODD (WITH: NOAH, JACK, HLOKK, HERACLES)

Warnings: mention of violence, suggestive

Noah

He has never watched the movie but always wanted to do it, so he gladly accepts your invitation to do it together

In the end, he loves it with all his heart

Every scene is perfection to him: he really, really enjoys every frame, every dialogue, staring at the screen with big starry eyes and seeing himself in Sweeney Todd

Your presence next to him only makes him happier

If you are scared about some scenes, Noah hugs you tightly whispering sweet nothings to you, trying (and managing) to calm you down

But Noah is also amused by your reactions, and sometimes he can pinch your sides in the most unexpected moments to make you scream and jolt

He is so excited that he cannot reach the end of the movie to jump on you, pin you against the couch and start to making out, tearing your clothes as he undresses you

He finishes to watch the movie after hours of love making, with you asleep in his arms and pressed against his chest

Of course, from now on, there will be other movie evenings like this...

And obviously the movie is watched with the lights turned off.

Jack the Ripper

Jack has already seen the stage play of Sweeney Todd and liked it a lot

So, when he hears your proposal about watching the movie together, he accepts in no time

This man keeps on making elegant comments during the whole movie

Jack giggles at every death, except for the ones where the victims are innocent

Sometimes his voice tone increases, as soon as he encourages Sweeney to keep on his intentions

"Your taste in movies is... worthy of special attention"

He doesn't touch you because he is too respectful, but if you are unease during a scene he caresses your hands until you are calmer

Every now and then he glances at you with a sweet smile on his face

When the movie ends, he applauds

He really love the evening and kindly thanks you to have inviting him

He would love to see other horror and macabre movies with you, but if you don't want to no worries, he adapts to your wishes

Hlokk

WHAT THE FUCK

NO NO NO

HOW RUDE

She screams during all the movie and keeps complaining about how much blood and violence there is

+ Acid comments every second

In the end you have to stop because it is impossible to keep on with the mess she is making

"The first time I will be in charge of the movie!"

She doesn't like the evening, but in the end she recognizes it isn't your fault, so she decides to give you another opportunity

BUT this time she is the one who decides everything, and you can't help obeying

Heracles

Half and half. He is not so amused by the movie but keeps on watching to make you happy

Still, he asks you about your movie tastes...

And why do you choose especially this movie to watch together

He doesn't judge, he wants only know

He ends up liking some scenes, but he won't watch the movie a second time

Even if he would have loved a different evening, he doesn't complain and politely asks you out for another evening

This time no movies - especially not the macabre ones -

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #noah jack the ripper spin off #snv noah #ror noah #noah jack the ripper case files #jack the ripper spin off #snv jack the ripper #ror jack the ripper #snv hlokk #snv heracles #record of ragnarok heracles #ror heracles

[mortoxtea]

To the anon complaining about wanting the "why" he lied about being a dad.....I don't think it's as simple as reducing him to having lied. Let's remember that Bill knew Alida when he was a child and while she was an adult attempting to be with Alex. I'm not saying she groomed him, but I'm also not saying she didn't. With this in mind, when she began to date Bill his brain was not fully developed. Bill was just breaking into fame with Hemlock Grove and he also just got out of another toxic relationship. He was partying a lot, enjoying his new fame, and having fun. His judgment was not great, needless to say, because of biological and environmental factors. Now, into the meat and potatoes. Alida had been attached to this family for yearssss. She risked her engagement with Alex's best friend to sleep with Bill (we can assume they hooked up before thinking about dating). Fast forward to the dating on and off, with a heavy emphasis on ON and OFF, for some time, and not so suddenly, breakup rumors start. A few months after this alleged breakup, Alida reveals she is pregnant. Let's pause and think about the likelihood and the convenience of this timing. She royally fucked her chances of being with Alex by sleeping and dating his brother, which many assume was the reason her engagement broke off with Alex's best friend. If Bill is done with her, she has no way of bagging another Skarsgard. How convenient that the whole time they dated, only when he is said to have broken up with her, suddenly her birth control stopped working. If you've spent years trying to get something, you won't give up so easily. So, she decides to get pregnant to coerce Bill into staying. It is easy to lie and say, oh my birth control must not have worked. She probably said she would keep the baby regardless, which would look bad for Bill's budding career if he abandoned her. He didn't even think to question her, because his brain was just starting to work like a fully functioning adult.

As Mortox said, everyone in Sweden thinks it's her costars, as he deleted his Instagram over a few comments that questioned as much. If and when Bill found out over the next few years, he wouldn't come out to the media and say "Oh, btw the child isn't actually mine even though I said she was". It wouldn't help his career and it would impact the child.

Moving on to baby two, this period of time is when it was speculated Bill found out he wasn't the father of Oona and decided to, again, try and break things off. It worked once, why wouldn't Alida try to save their relationship with another baby? Working backward, the baby was first said to be due in November 2022 by Alida herself, but she was actually born in December. Alida was shown as very pregnant in the Clarke series released in May 2022, which means filming had to happen months before. She was visibly pregnant in the show, which would mean either the baby would have been born much earlier or they had a prosthetic suit custom-made for the role. A custom piece that would be very conveniently be covered under company costs and one that could be used to fool the public of your pregnancy. Giving her the benefit of the doubt, If she had a late delivery and the baby was due in November, that puts conception around February. He was filming 3-4 movies, it just seems unlikely. The timeline is the most sketchy thing about this. Alida, during this time, became the main spokesperson for Bill, talking to every online magazine about how excited he was for this baby but Bill said squat. Let us not forget how weird it is that they chose to have this baby in South Africa, not Sweden. Sweden has a very transparent public information system, whereas South Africa does not. A woman flying while 8-9 months pregnant is not normal, either. Most people in Sweden believe she had a surrogate, as many celebrities do this. It is speculated that she told the media they were expecting, so again, Bill couldn't say anything without bringing undue attention to himself while filming 4 big projects. He had no choice, unfortunately. Directly after this pregnancy, Alida virtually disappeared from posting online and Bill heavily started to separate from her. The writing is written on the wall.

.

#nothing to add #bill skarsgård #the crow

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

RPWP let's go! To be honest, I didn't know the album dropped today. I thought Lost was another pre-release and that the album would drop in June, but I think that's NJs new album?

Anyway, I watched the Lost MV after waking up and was kind of disappointed. Namjoon's always a mixed bag (except in collabs). I don't understand his way of writing and expressing himself, and find it quite indigestible and dense; his English rap is very slurred most of the time too. Yes, he's incredibly intelligent, can write amazing lyrics, and his Korean rap can be insane, but a lot of the times I can't enjoy his songs. I tend to like his features more (he has some amazing ones, like Change, Sexy Nukim and Don't).

Hours later, I'm back from work and have listened to his album:

Right People, Wrong Place: Nice intro, but immediately his English accent and the way he sings in English is off-putting. The track is also very alternative and indie, which are genres I don't vibe with.

Nuts: Very interesting song... The way he's rapping in the beginning is a bit... it doesn't work super well. I loved the outro though - that part was cool. Overall, it's a good song. People went fucking crazy over the "she's a pro-rider", and also "he's a pro-rider", but I'm not sure this is Namjoon being a "bisexual king"; it's like the relationship from the guy's pov, which is why he says "no woman could stop him" and not "no man [RM] could stop him". But it's still a possible interpretation. I just see too many Armys taking everything he said literally and filling in the blanks with assumptions, creating their own narrative which is quickly being spread as the truth. People are saying RM cut his hair, started working out and deleted his IG pics because of a breakup and that he then got into situationships. I mean, this would be a normal thing to do but those could all be isolated events. You don't know if he cut his hair over a breakup?... Like, Army wants BTS relationship drama so much they act like they know everything. I admit I'm not a normal 20 year old, so who knows? I also wasn't keeping up with his Weverse lives.

out of love: Well, this whole album is very Sundance coming of age movie about a "cool yet lost guy in his 20s who goes to bars, drinks, smokes with this friends while contemplating his existence" which couldn't be further from my vibe. I hate indie music because it's slow, lethargic, whimsical, loose, and I'm neurotic, high-strung, literal, and uptight. I can't vibe with indie; I can't relate to normal 20 years old who smoke weed at parties. That's really nothing special, but to me it's a whole different universe. I have no friends or a life. I can't relate to Namjoon at all... Anyway, him saying "bitches" is not cool. I see Army praising him for hitting back at those who criticize idols for smoking, but, no man - unless he's explicitly queer and saying it and a fun manner, maybe, can use the word "bitch" imo. I fucking hate that word. I also felt like Namjoon was trying to copy black rappers in this song, but I'm probably too white to comment. Can't say I enjoyed the track. I feel really basic, but I'm too straight-laced, boring white girl to appreciate this album, sorry.

Domodachi: Eh... I was expecting the woman to be an amazing rapper, since I saw Army hype her up, but she's... alright? Lyrically, she's pretty basic - in this track at least. Also, it's so weird listening to Brits rap lmao. There's no translation of this track yet, so I don't really know the lyrics.

? (Interlude): I like classical music (won't include XXI classical music in this statement, which I know nothing about and is a lot different from what we traditionally think of as classical music), but I don't like jazz that much in general... Both are considered "intelectual music", but jazz isn't for me... I like structure and a certain repetitiveness in music. Improvisation is just confusing to me and, like, I'm so type A, I just can't vibe with it.

Groin: Joon's cursing is a bit too much in this album. The way he curses is a bit... aggressive?, yet at the same time giving Jungkook in Seven vibes. I guess that's the point. We have "bitch" here again. It's pretty disappointing... I thought he'd learned better. I read the lyrics translation from an account on X and on Genius, and they were quite different... The first was very anti establishment, the second less so. "Not a fucking diplomat" is great though. But I hate the chorus... "Get your ass out the trunk?"...

Heaven: Didn't particularly stand out. This song also doesn't have a translation yet (or I couldn't find one. It's been hours though. If this was an ot7, maknae line, or Yoongi track, 100% sure there would be multiple translations already).

LOST!: The woman singing in the beginning sounds so familiar... The song has a fun rhythm, and of all the RPWP tracks (aside from Come Back to Me), it's the easiest listening song. It actually represents the album very well, unlike Come Back to Me which is a clear outlier (feel kind of deceived, really) and easily the most GP friendly track (hence it being the pre-release). The song is fun but the English lyrics are just bad. The album's full of poorly written English lyrics. I guess it's on purpose? Don't like it, don't get it.

Around the world in a day: Another count for "bitch". The song's okay, butthe lyrics are... Honestly, it feels like the whole album is just vibes. What is he even saying? Heartbreak, anger, etc., but in terms of message, it's very repetitive. It's all so vague too? Don't know what he means because I like things spelled out to me - maybe that's my bad.

Credit Roll: Well, no use commenting haha.

Come Back to Me is the only relatable and truly enjoyable track to me. Sorry, I don't know how to appreciate this album and can't stand a lot of the English. I feel like RPWP highlights everything I like least about RM as an artist... While, I didn't enjoy the album on my first listen, it's cool how experimental it is and that it sounds nothing like idol music. BTS are so diverse musically. If you play this album to anyone and tell them it's BTS, they'll be in absolute disbelief lmao.

Second listen through and review here!

#bts #rm #kim namjoon #rpwp #reviews #text

[spookyprime]

I genuinely really, REALLY love your hometown au concept- the fact it's a no powers/no capes au, but also NOT, is really cool? Like exploring what it'd look like if these kids tried to be heroes/vigilantes, but in a realistic way where they're regular people, instead of a "this takes place in a comic book world" way, is something I'm so fond of because it's like combining the things we already love but in a way that makes it all so much more real? Idk, it's nice! Also your comments about Jason needing walking aids make so much sense because now looking back I can see that in that snippet of Jason catching Tim sneaking in, he's sitting in what I presume is actually a wheelchair. Anyways, I wanted to ask what's Kon's deal in the hometown AU, parental figure wise- without the whole Superman v Lex thing, how exactly are both of them connected to him?

Thank you!!! Yes Jason is in a wheelchair in that comic I didn't want to make it super apparent since I wasn't sure what I was doing with hometown quite yet and I have definitely changed a few things since then. (Like- tim is no longer in high school I've aged them all up to their early twenties) but that's stayed.

Kon. Conner. Is uhhh OK. Ok. Clark is an investigative journalist known for exposing corporate injustice and helping workers rights whether it be proving unfair hiring practices or exposing like actual literal crimes against nature. He and Lois are a team and they are very, very good at what they do.

Lex luthor is still lex fucking luthor. But superman doesn't exist. Instead of trying to clone Kal, he's going the Smallville route and trying to clone himself. But he wants a eufenically perfect version of himself. So he starts experimenting. Clark is in the middle of a very big expose about lexcorps workers rights violations and he won't stop hounding them and is sooo determined to make them know theyre doing something wrong. And lex, freak that he is, thinks that determination and strong sense of will is very admirable, if not misplaced.

So he wants to like- breed that in. To the clone. Because he's a fucking eugenicist. Except I am very adamant that the combination of two people is not a clone that's a baby.

Anyway- conner is a test tube baby clone amalgation but he ISNT aged up- since they're not trying to fast track a superman weapon they let him age normally. Because again- lex is trying to make himself. Clark has been digging into the shit at lexcorp for YEARS and he keeps finding new horrors and new crimes against man. And like it's worse every time. And the worst one of all? This guy he's obsessed with taking down? He *made a baby* with him and Clark is so fucking freaked out when he finds out.

Like of course he takes conner. But he also doesn't want conner. Conner is like 3 at this point. Clark drops him off at his parents farm and conner is basically raised there by his grand parents. Clark.....visits. (Lex doesn't give a shit but WILL start hounding conner to come stay with him and learn business/evil stuff when he turns 18. It's actually part of the main PLOT of hometown so I'm not gonna get into it)

Conner meets tim as kids because he gives him horse riding lessons because I'm very adamant that since tim is a rich boy from New England he KNOWS how to ride a horse. It's a given. I just want conner to be the one to teach him and maybe stable his horse for him. You know. They can have their horse girl romance movie.

(Not related to anything else but bruce is So Fucking Mad at Clark when he finds out he has a kid he's been neglecting. Like surprise idiot you have to take care of your kid it doesnt matter that you never asked for him conner didn't exactly ask to be made either.)

#this is a lot #hometown au

[badger-with-a-boa]

(Long post)

I just had to check the comments under this post.

Trigger warning for a fuckton of transphobia, mentions of murder & rape from my rant.

Apologies for any spelling mistakes and such.

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I am fuming right now. I'm not even surprised of all the transphobia, but the amount of it is sickening. One comment was good, that's it.

I'll never be able to love my fiancée in peace without some transphoic asshole saying I can't be a real lesbian if I'm with her, if I love her, if I'm okay with her being pre-op. Shut the fuck up.

I have to live in fear every fucking day that there's a decently high chance my fiancée could end up harmed, raped or even murdered. It all started because of disguising and close minded bigots like the people here. I have to hope every single damn day and every single time my fiancée goes out in public that someone won't attack her. Imagine living with that.

Imagine the families, the friends, the partners that lost someone simply because they were trans. Imagine someone finding out their wife was killed for simply existing in the same room because she was trans. Imagine finding out your brother was attacked and raped by a stranger or date because he was trans. Imagine living with that pain for the rest of your life.

My fiancée is such an amazing woman. She is a talented writer. She loves music with her entire heart. She feeds deer in her backyard. She got so excited seeing bunnies play outside her work. She loves coffee and cheese. She likes to play Animal Jam for nostalgia all the time. She feeds the stray cats in her area. She loves going to thift stores and antique stores. She loves the color purple. She adores horror movies. She tells me facts about the Doctor Who franchise so I better understand references. She's so excited for us to finally see each other next week for the first time. We plan to have a horror movie marathon and eat Halloween candy while wearing matching costumes on Halloween. We plan to be the gayest motherfuckers around.

She's fucking human. She's a sister, daughter, a fiancée, a niece. She wants to be a mom one day. She wants to make music, write comics, have cats and ferrets and bunnies, live in a nice home with a wraparound porch and have rocking chairs so we can watch the sunset together.

Does that sound predatory? Does that sound disgusting? Does it sound like she's harming anyone? Does it seem like she's a man pretending to be a woman to prey upon lesbians?

We are not a straight couple. We are not straight with extra steps. We are both lesbians who love each other and are gay as fuck. She is a talented, beautiful, kind-loving human being that just wants to fucking live without watching behind her back. I'm allowed to love her, I'm allowed to love her body pre-op and post-op, I'm allowed to love her before & after she's on estrogen, I'm allowed to hold her hand and kiss her in public, I'm allowed to marry her, I'm allowed to want a family with her, I'm allowed to love my fiancée. It does not make me less of a lesbian to do so.

She's the love of my life and no one would ever convince me she's just a man pretending to be a woman, she's sick, she's dangerous, she's a risk to children. She is a woman. She always has been. She's my girlfriend, my fiancée, and eventually my wife. We will always be lesbians. No chromosome or genitalia bullshit changes that. She's my girl, she's my beautiful love, she's my whole heart and soul. I'll fight tooth and nail to stand up for her, to fight beside her, to protect her. I'd happily go to prison for attacking someone if they harmed her. Whether that be a complete stranger, a family member, or even police. She can easily stand up for herself, but that will never stop me from being right beside her.

To all transphobes, to all lesbians who think trans women can't be lesbians, to all lesbians that "speak for all lesbians" like this, to anyone that thinks trans women are men, to anyone that thinks trans women can't be lesbians. Sincerely, go fuck yourselves.

#twitter #un women #lgbt #lesbian #lgb with the t #transgender #trans #trans girl #transgirl #trans woman #trans femme #transfemme #transfem #mtf #male to female #trans lesbian #transbian #trans lives matter #transphobes #transphobia #trans rights

[acourtofthought]

I don’t think what went down with that e/lriel was fair. I think it was beneath you. I am also using my phone, so I apologise for any weird formatting.

Let me preface this by saying - You made valid points. I just don’t understand why you went to their post, and commented at all? To be honest, I don’t think you were in the right on that, and it makes us look bad. We’ve been accused of baiting in the past, and I’ve always scoffed at it..but you undeniably did go onto their post to seemingly start a fight. I also don’t think it’s a fair claim, that they could stop responding - when it was their post and blog to begin with, and not some random post that invited discussion. That is an unrealistic, and unfair expectation. I would tell someone who came into my space like that to “fuck off” too. That e/lriel you engaged with IS problematic, undeniably so. Everyone knows it. I just feel you gave them something valid to whine about this time. I am genuinely confused and frequently disgusted by our ACOTAR community as a whole. We call each other hypocrites, and yet do the very same thing we accuse our antis of. One of your reiterated points is “you hate when e/lriels say Eluciens lack reading comprehension” - a very fair gripe to be sure! However I’ve seen numerous posts from “our” side of the line, claiming that very thing of E/lriels..I’ve seen much worse claimed of them, by us..Truly, I wish you would have just vagued that E/lriel instead of engaging like that. It was disappointing, and I’m annoyed that today I actually feel bad for them.

I apologize that my responding to something in the Elain tag has upset you to the point that you felt the need to message me.

I LOVE a lot of the people that I've interacted with through Tumblr. I love reading their blogs, their ideas, their thoughts. And I love that there is a collective group who love Elucien like I do.

At the same time, I am still an independent thinker and operate based on my emotions and thoughts. If I feel angered over others being attacked then I'm not the kind of person who's going to sit back and do nothing. If something frustrates me and I feel driven to speak up, I'm going to do it.

Truly, I apologize if that somehow gives the collective Eluciens a bad name. But the Original Poster was ridiculing others under the Elain tag which leaves it open for anyone following the Elain tag to comment on.

I was presenting an opinion to her, in response to a post which I felt did not provide accurate information. If she did not like my reblog response, she could have ignored me. She could have blocked me. But she chose to respond and progressively got nastier. I don't think there is anything wrong with responding to an open blog that has the tag of Elain in it, regardless of whether or not that blog was created by her or not. She blogged something with a tag that would be seen by both Elucien and Elriels. That's like saying when an actor posts a promo for their movie, only people who agree with a certain group of critics should be allowed to comment. The Elain tag belongs to no one in particular which, in my opinion means it's open for discussion. When a neutral tag is used, people are going to speak up. I don't think that means anyone is giving their ship a bad name if it's done in a certain way. What gives certain sides of a fandom a "bad name" is not the back and forth discussion with someone. It's when name calling and belittling others happens. It's when people forget how to have any actual debate and resort to pettiness.

I'm not sure what more to say because while I'm sorry it bothered you to this extent, I'm not going to be the kind of person who doesn't speak out when I feel like it's in defense of others. I know I don't always succeed but for the most part, I try to discuss the book rather than turning into a personal attack. And while I don't enjoy having someone upset with me, I can't promise I won't speak out again in the future.

[scandinavianfairytale]

He’s one of the good ones

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Nurse Reader

Warnings: Curse words, one (1) dirty joke, mentioned boss-employee relationship, objectification, brief description of a fight, stab wound, light spoilers for the movie, Bruce is actually a sweetheart 🥰

A/N: The prequel is now posted 😊 This will hurt 😊

“Wait, wait, wait...I’m not sure if I understand you correctly. Not only are you working for him, but you’re also sleeping with him? What the hell, girl?” Your friend asked, looking pointingly at you. 

“I’m in a relationship with him.” You corrected, giving her a small glare. “But yeah, that’s the gist of it.” 

“Are you insane?” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Look, I know the last guy was a loser, but even he was a better choice than Bruce fucking Wayne. He’s a broody loner, holed up in that tower. I’m pretty sure a wall is more entertaining than him. I never said anything about it when you said you got a job with him, but now I gotta say something. What on Earth are you planning on doing with him? You have nothing in common and your personalities are completely different. Did you even think about the future?”

“I-”

“Also, really, sleeping with your employer? How many times have you seen that having a happy ending?” She paused. “Although I’m pretty sure he has a lot of happy endings right now.” She laughed at her own joke. 

“You had to go there?” You glared at her. 

“Oh, lighten up.” There was a moment of silence as she stared at you. “Well, are you gonna start talking?” Your first response was an eye-roll.

“You are right, we have little in common, he is reclusive and he doesn't have friends. But he treats me better than any of my exes ever did and he doesn't object to me going out, having fun or meeting friends, even if he doesn’t join. He is kind, smart and surprisingly funny, so he’s more entertaining than a wall. What I feel when I’m with him...I have never felt like that before. There is no second guessing or doubts. I...he’s one of the good ones, you know?” You met her eyes as you stopped describing the man you were now seeing. 

“Oh God...you’re really in love with him, aren’t you?” Your friend commented as she watched a small smile tug at your lips as you described Bruce Wayne. 

“I am.” Your smile deepened. Your friend raised her glass and you clinked it. 

“To you, for finally falling in love. Even though I still think it’s a bad idea. But I’m not going to stand in love’s way.” She smiled. 

“So tell me, more about him and how you met.” 

You didn’t tell her the whole story. The story you told to your friends and family is that he saved you from getting mugged. But in reality you both saved each other. Kind of. 

It was raining again. It shouldn't have surprised you, this was Gotham for Christ's sake...yet you still went out without an umbrella. To your defense, you didn't plan on staying out as long as you did. You just went to meet with your now ex to break-up with him. That was over quickly, but then you met a friend and decided to grab lunch...and then coffee and then drinks. So now it was 3 am and you were walking down the street completely drenched after 2 minutes in the rain that dulled the shine of your yellow sweater.

"Hello, Sunshine." The man, sitting on the sidewalk slurred. He had a long night as well. You gave him a curt nod before passing him. You found that if you just briefly acknowledge them, they tend to leave you alone. Unfortunately for you, sometimes you were wrong, just like in this case. But usually you have an umbrella with you...

"Come on, Sunshine, don't be rude. At least say hello." He caught up with you. Your hands balled up under your arms, as you were trying to hold back a shiver from the wind on your damp skin.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." He grabbed your elbow, pulling you towards him. You yelped in surprise, your eyes the size of saucers.

"Let me go." You finally managed to let out, as the shock let its grip of you go.

"Why don't we have some fun. I promise, you won't regret it." The man smirked when you started trashing in his grasp. Your body tensed up and you kicked at his shins and he released you, cursing you out. You started running, the man right on your heels. He was gaining on you and you whimpered as the idea of what might happen next creeped up on you.

*THUMP* was heard and you looked back, to see the man lying on the ground. Another man was standing above him. He briefly met your eyes, nodding, before the drunk man got up, taking a knife from his belt, swinging at your savior. Your instincts told you to run, but you decided to stay and try to help. The two men were engrossed in the fight and you were just trying to spot an opening. Unfortunately when you found it, your savior was the one that got startled and the drunk man managed to stab him in the shoulder. 

There was fortune in misfortune, as even though your savior was just stabbed, you were still close enough to the drunk that you managed to get behind him and put him in a chokehold, holding him until he stopped trashing. 

"Hey...thank you. And I’m sorry." You stepped to your savior, offering your hand. He looked at you and you finally registered who was kneeling in-front of you. 

Bruce Wayne.

He took your hand and you pulled yourself out of your daze, pulling him on his feet. He stared at your bright yellow sweater, before meeting your eyes again.

"Are you alright?" He asked after a few moments of silence. His voice matched the broodiness he exuded.

"Yeah. Yes. Um, I guess I'm a bit shocked about everything that just happened.” You paused, waiting for a response. "It's just I didn't know you actually go out. No one has seen you in years." You continued when the elusive man refused to speak. He kept his gaze on you. You swallowed down everything that you wanted to add.

"Just...thank you. There's not many people that would help in this city." You smiled at him, your face lighting back up again. Bruce looked at your hand that was still holding his and you quickly let go. He brought it over his wound and nodded at you. He wanted to leave, but you touched his un-hurt shoulder, stopping him. 

“My place is just down the block. I have medical supplies at home and I can stich you up. I promise it won’t leave a scar.” You smiled at him. 

“You don’t have to.” He gently shook his head. 

“I want to. It’s the least I can do, since I’m the reason why you got stabbed.” You sheepishly said.

When Bruce entered your apartment, you quickly made him change into dry clothes and made him tea to warm up, before really patching him up. He left pretty much the next second, but stopped by a week later with the clothes and an offer for a job. 

Bruce was out when you returned, which was weird, since you didn’t notice the bat signal in the sky. But you figured that either you missed it, or Bruce just decided to check some thing out. Saying hello to Alfred, you made your way to the “bat cave” with your book The Midnight Library and propped up on one of the chairs, waiting for your boyfriend / boss to come back. 

You were startled awake as the entrance to the “bat cave” opened and Bruce returned. 

He ignored you, taking his mask off and pulling his contacts out. Stretching, you made your way to him, your arms embracing him and kissing the back of his neck. 

“Sorry I was out so long. You should go to sleep, I’m fine, just a couple of bruises.” Bruce commented as he rewound the footage. 

“It’s fine. What happened?” You sighed as you looked through his shoulder and gasped as you saw the murdered mayor. Bruce turned to face you, blocking your view. 

“I don’t want you to see this. Please, go upstairs and I will join you shortly. I just want to review what happened.” He caressed your face, before kissing you softly. 

“He lies still.” You said after you parted. Bruce nodded and leaned his forehead on yours. Your hands traced the black paint he used to fill in the eye holes once his mask was on. 

“You go through more of my make-up remover than I do. I should really get a raise.” You smiled at him, making it bigger once he smiled back at you. 

“I think we can work something up. I can be persuaded.” Bruce chuckled. 

This was the Bruce you loved. This was the man no one saw. Which was equally heart-breaking and heart-warming.

Thank you for reading! 😊🙏

The GIFs are not mine, they belong to the amazing creators 😊

I think I might do a second part to this...at some point 😊 I saw the new Batman movie this week and I was pleasantly surprised! I really loved the movie, so much so, I will go see it again this week 😁

Also I am reading this book right now and I am so pumped up about it, can't wait to finish it! 😊💙

#robert pattinson #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #the batman #batman x reader #batman imagine #batman #fanfic #short story #he's one of the good ones #battinson #battinson x reader #battinson imagine

[marsbutterfly]

The Infected

Ending 2: The Good Place

Summary: With the end finally in sight, will everything turn out just like you wanted it to?

a/n: Welcome to the good ending of The Infected. Thank you for reading my story and, after the endings, there will be one extra chapter. Comments about your thoughts are more than appreciated <3

Wattpad! | AO3! | Word Count: 5.8k

← Chapter 15 | ← The Bad Place | → Extra: What If?

A green light comes from the locked container and you realize this is it. One drop of your blood and all this nightmare would soon come to an end. You could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel and a chance of a normal life is once more within your reach.

"We're going to be free! Can you believe it?" You say, excited to be sharing this moment with the person you love most in the whole world. Before she has time to respond, you sprint towards the metal box in the middle of the room, hoping that Hanji would follow closely behind.

"ARE YOU READY?" Moblit screams from the other room. As you place the necklace on the keyhole, you give your girlfriend the sign so she can yell back in response.

"Are you ready?" Hanji repeats the question, wanting this moment to be perfect for you.

"Yes." You respond, a wide smile taking over your features. In response, she flashes you a bright smile of her own and it is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen in your entire life. It's a different kind of smile than the one you are used to, it's infectious.

"WE'RE ALL SET." She yells back at him, louder than it had to be out of pure excitement.

"3, 2, 1." Moblit counts to make sure you turn the key at the exact same time the button has been pressed. Immediately, the metal box opens with a hissing sound and a decent amount of smoke. It looked nearly like something out of a movie.

Carefully, you reach inside to find a glass cylinder and, in it, a green liquid, just like the holographic image of your mother said. This is it, the answer to all your problems: the cure to eliminate all of the undead.

As you shift your vision, you notice that a smile has taken over Hanji's features, it is as bright as the sun and it could easily overtake the green light coming from the vial. It brings a smile of your own out and you can't help but feel something you haven't in so long, hope.

Slowly, you place the vial into the old amazon cardboard box, the fit is a little tight but it's enough to hold the container into place so the liquid won't be at any risk of spilling or breaking the glass before you have time to complete the solution.

"Now we put it in the backpack?" Hanji asks, opening the bag and you nod, delicately sealing the box shut with the blue painters' tape you found lying around, not strong enough to seal it shut forever but enough that the box won't have any risk of coming undone.

"Let's go back to the boys and we can start planning our escape." You say, placing the bag on your back. Hanji smiles, extending her hand while silently craving for your contact. You shake your head but, with a smile, you gladly take her offer.

As you are going through the abandoned metal halls, a loud bang comes from the opposite direction you are walking towards and you can't help but stop in your tracks. You and Hanji share a look as she silently begs you to not go investigate.

"What if it's a survivor?" You whisper, tugging on her hand but she doesn't budge.

"y/n, how the fuck would anyone survive in here for two years?" She points out and you widen your eyes, arching your eyebrows as you look away, moving your lips from one side to another. Maybe she is right, maybe it's just a few rats. "Plus we are unarmed, what if they are zombies?"

"You're right." You say and Hanji lets out a breath of relief, though she did a little too soon since, a few seconds later, you let go of her hand and begin to run towards the origin of the sound.

"Goddamn it." She curses underneath her breath before sprinting after you. "Be careful with the bag!"

"Who's there?" You ask, Erwin's blunt knife in your hand and an apprehensive Hanji behind you. Light footsteps echo through the hallway as you tiptoe forward, your girlfriend's grip on your arm tightening while she looks over your shoulder.

When you notice a movement coming from the right corner of the room, you point the object towards the shadows, pulling a flashlight out of your pocket. Your heart beats in your ear and a few memories come back to mind, especially when the light shines over it and you catch a glimpse of what seems to be blonde hair.

"Come out, we won't hurt you," Hanji says over your shoulder, still hiding. You shoot her a glare, silently saying that she isn't the one that would get hurt if the person in the shadows was dangerous. The door shuts behind you and Hanji yelps.

"y/n? Hanji?" The figure inquires in a gentle tone. It's a voice you would recognize anywhere, so you drop your arm to the sides of your body, a smile takes over your lips and all caution goes out the window.

"Mikasa, is that you?" You inquire and the black-haired girl hops over the containers that rest in front of her. With her arms wide open, she rushes towards you, closely followed by Armin, Reiner, Annie, and three other kids you have never met but you can only assume were a part of the original group before they got separated.

"Holy shit, I thought we would never see you guys again," Hanji says, welcoming Armin and Reiner into her arms while you are busy with Mikasa and Annie. The other teenagers patiently await to be formally introduced before doing anything else.

"This is Pieck," Annie says, pointing to the girl who stands in between two unknown boys. "The bald one is Connie and the one that won't stop looking at my girlfriend is Jean."

"Annie!" The boy says loudly as his cheeks turn on a bright shade of red. He mumbles something underneath his breath, something along the lines of "I don't look at her that often," but you can't quite make up the whole thing.

"It's so nice to finally put a face to the name - names." You cheer, correcting yourself. The girl simply nods her head and offers you a warm smile while the bald boy excitedly waves his hand, Jean on the other hand still has an embarrassed look on his face so he simply tilts his chin up ever so lightly.

"What are you guys doing here?" Hanji inquires, her two arms still wrapping around the blonde boys until their faces turn red from the lack of oxygen and blood, only then does she release them from her grip.

"We were camping not too far away.." Armin says, coughing as he rubs his neck. "After we buried Eren, we started wandering around and ended up in the building to the left of this place."

"At one point, we looked outside the window and saw a few shadows coming towards this place and decided to investigate." Mikasa continues, wrapping an arm around the smallest boy's torso, and only then do you realize that he is the one wearing the red scarf gifted to Mikasa by Eren.

"That's really dangerous." You point out, a concerned expression taking over your features and Annie widens her eyes, intensely pointing at you.

"That is literally what I said." She responds and Mikasa rolls her eyes.

"Look, Armin and I would recognize those green cloaks you use to sneak around anywhere." She responds and Annie flashes her tongue. "That white symbol, where is it from?"

"Moblit designed it, back when we were still college students and life was fucking normal," Hanji says, proud of her best friend. "He called it The Wings Of Freedom."

"That's fucking cool!" Connie exclaims loudly and it echoes through the empty hall. He seems so happy until he receives an elbow to the ribs from Pieck, who urges him to remain quiet.

You hear footsteps coming towards you and can distinguish it as three pairs of feet, marching in your direction. They are loud and not cautious in the way they usually are and you realize that they are most likely concerned that you and Hanji have run into some sort of trouble.

The door behind you opens, in front of the group, resides Erwin with his eyes open wide, a gun resting in his hand as he points it towards the other people in the room. Once his vision locks with Armin's, he lets out a deep breath and places the gun back in his pocket, Moblit, and Levi following his movements.

The blonde man proceeds to rush his hand through his hair, adjusting it as best as he can so that it won't be covering his vision. It feels dramatic and a scene out of a movie but you allow him to enjoy his moment.

"y/n, do you have it?" He asks, giving no context whatsoever to the teenagers and it earns a few annoyed looks out of them. Erwin can't help but smirk, feeling as if he has the element of surprise on his side.

"Yes." You reply, flipping the backpack so it is now resting on your stomach before pulling the zipper down, revealing to everyone the small, brown box with a radioactive glow emanating from it. You leave the bag wide open and give Moblit the space to place his hand inside and pull it out.

"What is that?" Jean asks, crossing his arms and placing his fingers underneath his chin with the purpose of supporting his head, a smirk curling on his lips. Connie has his eyes open wide, mouth hanging open in the shape of an "o."

"The cure."

"Do you mean that this nightmare might actually end soon?" Annie asks and you nod in response.

"All we need is a few drops of my blood." You respond and they look at you as if you are the most insane person they have ever met.

"Your blood? Why?" Pieck inquires but before you have time to explain the situation to her, Levi takes a few steps forward and stops before you.

"We don't have enough time for this." He says, loudly.

"Because the virus was created using the blood of her mother, so it can only be fully activated if it comes in contact with y/n's blood," Erwin explains and Levi shoots him a glare, angry that he simply disregarded the very thing he had just said.

"I'll set the virus free and you all leave." You say and a silence fills the heavy atmosphere.

"We are not leaving you behind." Mikasa and Armin speak in perfect unison. The determined look on their faces tells you that they are not willing to back down, but you are not putting their lives in danger once more.

"You are too important to me, I will only be able to fully let it all go if I know you are not here." You whisper, placing your hands on each of their shoulders. Your voice burns in your throat as you hold back a river of tears.

"We don't want to leave you though." It is Reiner's turn to speak up. You let out a defeated sigh, though you are still not letting go.

"I will see you guys later." You say, lips trembling as you shut them tightly.

"Do you promise?" Annie begs, a saddened look in her eyes as the usual light is now gone. Finally, you realize that they have lost so much and the fear of losing you trumps the desire to run away, so you promise to the blonde girl that you will come back, even if you are not sure if that is the truth.

On the other hand, your adult friends are well aware of the risks you are taking and have already agreed on taking the kids away and you have already said your goodbyes, they are not ready but are willing to let you go. All but Hanji, who insists on staying with you until the very end.

You pull her into a kiss and it feels like the very last. The sensation of her lips against yours raises goosebumps alongside your skin and you smile. You open your eyes to memorize the details of her face one last time before pulling away.

You take the glowy container out of Moblit's hand and sprint towards the nearest exit, locking all the doors behind you in the process. You hear Hanji's desolate pleas as she screams for you. With your heart in the palm of your hand, you keep on running and hoping that she will follow the boys.

Once in position, you press the red button and the metal doors begin to rise. You can hear rushed footsteps in the distance as your friends run away and it calms your heart down just enough to give you the necessary courage to do what needs to be done.

A frail fence stands between you and the enormous horde of zombies. With nothing to protect yourself but the blunt knife, you open the container to face the liquid inside, it has no smell but the bright color catches your eye and it nearly hypnotizes you.

You shake your head, the faster you can get the cure to turn into gas, the faster you can run and be reunited with Hanji and the others. The infected beings rattle the fence with such force that it comes crashing on the ground, nothing to keep you safe anymore.

Immediately, though with some level of difficulty, you slice your hand open and squeeze the area so more drops will fall into the vial. Instantly, the solution resident within it turns into a gas and it stops the first few zombies that reach for your throat.

Your heart pounds in your chest and the blood flow coursing through your veins is the only thing you are able to hear. As panic settles in, you realize your legs refuse to move and all you can do is slam them with a closed fist.

When trying to move, your feet get tangled around each other and you end up collapsing to the floor, sprinting your ankle in the process. You hold the vial above your head to make sure it won't break until it's the right time. Though now there is no more hope for you, this is how you are going to die and there is nothing you can do about it but shut your eyes and endure the pain until it's over.

Or at least you thought.

Before the wave of zombies can reach you, the barrel of a shotgun cocks back and an explosion fills the air. Jumping in front of you is a heavily armed Erwin, whose aim could only be compared to military snipers.

He shoots the dead people on the head and a putrid smell of rotten brain matter enters your nose, it nearly brings a wave of vomit up your throat but you are able to hold it down with pure willpower. You had never been happier to see Erwin's blonde locks before.

He slaughters them one by one, reloading his gun in the process. His agile hands have gotten more than used to all these movements necessary for a fast reload.

The relief of seeing him doesn't last long. A second horde, twice as big as the last, begins to make its way towards the origin of the gunshots, the loud sound getting more of their attention whether you want it or not.

With a twisted ankle and no other guns in sight, you are completely useless to him. You could use the knife that once resided in your hand but, when you tripped and chose to protect the vial instead, it caused the object to fly a few feet ahead.

"You shouldn't have stayed." You yell, not knowing if you are angry at him for coming to save you or because the situation itself is just filled with despair. "You're going to get yourself killed, get out of here!"

"We are not going without you." He says, a devious smirk on his lips as he points towards the upper floor with his head and you finally notice.

Every single one of the teenagers stood against the rail of the second floor's balcony, each holding a different kind of gun, they serve the purpose of an army and their aim is, for the most part, impeccable.

Annie's eyes are narrowed and they remind you of that of a cat. She is precise and her shots are silent, the sniper gun in her hand seems to be dancing in between each shot when, in reality, she just controls it with ease.

Mikasa stands in a similar pose, crouching over the rail, a hunting rifle in her hands. A feeling that she is competing with Annie to see who would kill more zombies enters your mind and you crack a smile at the thought. She has a frown on her face as she realizes her girlfriend is winning.

Armin stands on his knees, holding a Smith & Wesson Model 686. The lightweight of the revolver helps him aim better though he still misses a few shots. He has one eye closed while the other is focused on the area he needs to be shooting at.

Reiner carries a Ruger Redhawk 357, it has a stainless steel cylinder and barrel and features a round butt grip frame with hardwood grips. It's the perfect gun for him. He stands a little further away from them, his aim isn't that great but the sound of the shots he fires changes the zombies focus and it makes it easier for the others to shoot it.

Connie and Jean stand side by side, a machine gun in their hand and you can't understand where the hell they were able to find it until you remember the gun storage hidden within the lab in case of extreme emergencies. The smile on their faces is undeniable as they shoot the walls more than the zombies.

Pieck doesn't have a gun in her hand, instead, she coordinates the attacks and makes sure to get the best use out of everyone's abilities. She shouts to earn their attention, heart pounding in her throat as the dead eyes fall on her.

Beneath them, a door opens wide and you see Moblit running towards the undead with a grenade launcher in his hands. He will aim for the center of the hordes and bring down countless of them, rotted guts exploding in the air and bathing you in coagulated, black blood.

Levi has no need for a gun. With two extremely sharp knives in his hand, he takes charge towards the horde, slaughtering anything that dares stand in his way. He won't allow anyone who isn't alive to get near you. He is secretly enjoying this.

Finally, from what seems to be a spotlight from heaven, Hanji comes through the door. Her eyes land on you and the world around seems to move in slow motion. She has a worried look on her face as she runs towards you.

You reach your hand out and watch as she does the same, arm extended as you attempt to lessen the time it would take for you to touch her. It works perfectly.

Her face touches your palm and, for just one second, everything is ok. The softness of her skin against your cold hand, the blush that spreads across her cheek upon seeing you, or the way she wraps your arm around her neck as she lifts your body off of the floor.

"Ready to end it all?" She asks, walking closer to the spot where the fence used to be and you watch as your friends all fight to help you save the world.

"Absolutely." You respond and, without further ado, you raise the hand that holds the cure before using all of your strength to throw it on the ground. The glass shatters instantly upon coming in contact with the hard floor surface.

It takes a few seconds for the gas to fully take effect but, once it does, the zombies begin to drop one by one on top of each other. Your mother wasn't lying, the cure truly works.

Soon, Erwin curls his hand into a fist and raises it. In response to his movement, all fire ceases and Levi finishes pulling his knife out of a poor creature's head. He is covered in blood and, by the look on his face, he is not bothered by it in the slightest, at least for now.

Your breathing is irregular, it burns to take in the air and a few tears cloud your vision. The hell you have been living in for the past few years is finally over. You look up to see Hanji, who watches mesmerized as the zombies drop dead as far as the eyes can see.

"It will take a few years for the cure to fully reach every corner of the world but we did it." You say and Hanji's focus shifts to you.

"You did it." She says and you glide your fingers through the skin of her cheeks, wiping away a few drops of blood that splatter across the surface. "It was you who brought us this far."

"You gave me a reason to keep moving forward. Erwin gave me the wisdom to know what was better for us. Levi was the strength I needed in the hard moments and Moblit was the hand who helped me guide everyone here." You express and not a word that comes out of your mouth is a lie.

Before you have time to fully process, her lips, pillowy and silken, come crashing against yours in a love-filled kiss. It's light as the tightness in your chest that has been present since the apocalypse started has finally been lifted and you feel as if you can once again truly appreciate Hanji's touch.

You can't help but allow a delighted hum to escape your vocal cords and it causes her lips to vibrate against your own. Her tongue gently and slowly dances with yours, a slow-paced symphony only the two of you could put together.

You completely forget about anything and everything around you and, at this moment, there's only you and Hanji.

The only reason you are brought back to reality is because someone behind you, either Moblit or Erwin, clears their throat. You open your eyes and look around the room to realize that everyone present has a blush across their face, looking away while some rub the back of their necks as they look down at their feet.

In respect to them, you pull away though a feeling of sorrow settles in your chest for you never wanted that moment to end.

You move your head ever so lightly, signaling to Hanji that you would like it if she could place you down on the floor. She obliges within a few moments, making sure you are not putting any weight on your bad ankle.

While one arm rests above Hanji's shoulder, you use the other to wrap around Erwin's torso, underneath the hanging sleeve of his shirt. He promptly wraps his remaining arm around Levi while Hanji uses her free arm to hug Moblit. The five of you stay in this position for a while, enjoying the fact that all of you came out of this experience alive.

"So... What now?" Hanji asks.

Seven years go by from what was known to be the worst threat to humankind known to date. The zombies who mutated and survived the cure were annihilated within the first few weeks and the government deemed the world free.

Willy Tybur's plan to restart the human race failed due to his... instant death after the laboratory where his and the richest people in the world's frozen bodies were set on fire. Nobody was ever able to figure out what happened and it was deemed an accident. A burst gas pipe and a fire that started itself.

In reality, it was Erwin's idea to explode the lab so the technology within it wouldn't fall in the wrong hands once more. The plan was reckless and dangerous, especially due to the proximity you would have to be to the facility to activate the explosives, but it was the best option you had at the time.

After making sure the red queen was fully deactivated and the program wouldn't rebuild itself from scratch, you and the other four adults begin to plant bombs all over the place. At least two on each floor, everything needed to be properly destroyed.

With a simple request (more of an order), the teenagers made their way out of the lab as you refused to put their lives at risk one more time. A lot of frowns and a few curse words were thrown your way, something about how they just worked so hard to prove themselves, and yet they are getting kicked out once more.

Once everything was properly planted and timers were set, you begin to make your way out of the property. Though you weren't able to run, Hanji placed you on her back, hands below your knees as she held you up, your arms wrapped around her neck for extra support. You had five minutes to escape.

Due to the extra weight, she was carrying, Hanji ended up being the last to run. The final countdown began and with a few seconds remaining, you were able to make it out towards the safe area.

A few seconds went by after the time the blast was supposed to happen and, to check on what was happening, Hanji placed you down and lifted her head. When doing so, the delayed explosion finally went off and it caused a metal shard to dislodge and hit her glasses, destroying the lens that covered her left eye in the process.

With extreme care, Moblit was able to remove all glass from what remained of her eye though she was no longer able to see out of it. As a present, you gave her a black eye patch and, though she wasn't happy about it, you made sure she knew exactly how sexy she looked.

"Like a badass pirate, conquering lands, riches, and women." You told her repeatedly and all she could do was laugh in response.

"The only thing I want is you." She would respond. Life wasn't nearly as bad anymore.

Annie and Mikasa started their own little family, adopting a young boy whose parents and older brother were turned at the beginning of the apocalypse. Together, they built a small house in the mountains, away from the grim reminder of their teenage years.

As for Armin, he lived his life by himself. He remodeled the house where you all lived together for a while at the beginning and where Eren's head is buried. When they go visit, it's a known fact that he will be seated underneath the tree, talking to the tombstone.

Reiner, Jean, and Connie became political figures and began traveling the world, telling others about their experience and how they survived with the help of their friends and five adults. They dedicated their book to you, Hanji and Moblit.

Erwin and Levi moved in together into a little cottage in the country. They are constantly being visited by the others, Annie and Mikasa made them the godfathers of their child, a bond so strong that they could only be entrusted to two of the strongest men they knew.

They are known around the city a few miles away for their fresh vegetables and for the famous tea shop opened by Levi a couple of years ago, the dream he had since he was a boy. Erwin supported him throughout the entire journey and even decided to begin growing a few of the tea leaves the black-haired man uses in his teas.

When the remainder of the government became aware of his actions, Moblit was awarded a medal for his actions towards humanity and a position on the top office of what was being called the new world, working as Head Chief of the computer science department. He even got himself a girlfriend and finally stopped being a fifth-wheel, he couldn't be happier.

Nobody knows about your whereabouts with Hanji. Some say the two of you eloped and decided to build a life in the city you chose to spend your honeymoon in, others believe the two of you got into some sort of trouble with the government and got yourselves killed.

The truth resides somewhere in the middle. They are correct to assume that the two of you decided to start a life in a new city, far away from all the bad memories brought to you by your surroundings, though you didn't elope.

When three years had passed since the cure had been set free into the atmosphere, Hanji decided that this world was cruel but she still loved you nevertheless and, with a ring she stole at the very beginning of the apocalypse and kept it safe in her pocket the entire time, she asked for your hand in marriage.

On the day of the ceremony, she came into your room with tears in her eyes and a fear settling in the pit of her stomach. She looked so sad you couldn't even tell her that it was bad luck for her to see you in your dress.

"Let's run away together." She begged and you blink in response. A few seconds go by and the grip she has on your hand tightens, a silent way of saying please, begging almost.

Without a second thought, you decide that you don't need a big, fancy ceremony to start a life with Hanji. All you need is to have her by your side at all costs. So with fingers laced together, you run out the back door, symbolizing the beginning of a new chapter in your lives.

Erwin, Moblit, and Levi spend the next few hours searching for the two of you only to find behind your veil and a small note that read "we're sorry," nothing more, nothing less. The black-haired man scoffs, while the blonde one makes his way towards the outside to find all the guests eagerly waiting for an update. The brown-haired one simply stood there, a nervous look on his face while he rubbed the back of his own neck.

It wasn't until almost two years later that they would hear from you again.

In the time that had passed, you and Hanji had begun to build a new house in the middle of the woods, not too far from a small city on the other side of the world. It took you nearly a year to get that far away and building the house of your dreams would take even longer.

As the days went by, you couldn't get your friends out of your head, thinking about everything you have been through together and how they deserved an apology.

You sat down before a hand-crafted table, picking up the pen that rested above the surface right next to the white, empty pages of the paper. At first, you stare at the blank spaces, not a single word coming to mind, but before you had time to give up, you heard Hanji walking through the door, a baby voice leaving her vocal cords as she spoke to one of the cats.

"You are a cutie, aren't you?" She said and you could hear the sheer happiness in her voice. The knowledge and recognition of her joy gives you enough inspiration to begin writing what has been on your mind.

It had to be special.

"To our dear friends,

First and foremost, we are deeply sorry for leaving you all hanging on the day of our wedding. We hope you, at the very least, got to enjoy all the drinks and the delicious food that was supposed to be served at the after-party.

It was never our intention to abandon you all but when Hanji came up to me, a nervous expression on her face, I couldn't possibly say no. I love her so much that I would do anything she asked me to without a second thought. Please don't hate us for that.

We decided that we don't need to get married to live our lives together. We might even adopt a baby at some point, who knows what this new world has in store for us?

As I write this letter, Hanji is chopping the wood we need to finish building our house in the middle of the forest. Please don't try and look for us, we are happy right here.

In our garden, we have different kinds of flowers and each bush is named after one of you. You guys are the reason why we survived the apocalypse and we can never thank you all enough for this.

Erwin, the marigolds we have planted for you are in full bloom around this time of the year. We chose those because they are one of autumn's sturdiest flowers, they represent stubbornness and determination, which are the words we use to describe you the most. They are a beautiful shade of yellow and it reminds us of your hair.

The flowers named after Levi are narcissus, they are known for representing rebirth and new beginnings. It is not only the flower that represents his birthday month but it also reminds us of all the times you were essential for our survival. We owe you so much.

To Moblit, we have named a bush of daisies after you. Not only do we know that they have always been your favorites, but they symbolize your loyalty and sweetness towards us. You saved Hanji more times than I can count and, thanks to you, we get to spend the rest of our lives together. Thank you, Moblit.

Mikasa, you are honest, humble, wise, and innocent, so in your honor, we decided to name the violet bushes after you. Purple is a beautiful color and it suits you. As for Annie, we decided to plant a few daffodils. They symbolize cheerful and optimistic people, which doesn't seem to be you at first glance but, deep down, we know you are a ray of sunshine.

Armin, we have a small area dedicated for you and Eren, a mixture of chrysanthemums and jonquils. They always bloom at different times of the year which makes it perfect for your tragic but romantic love story. We still think about him every day.

We love every single one of you. Thank you for surviving the apocalypse with us.

Love,

Hanji and y/n."

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SWITCHING POSITIONS ## akaashi keiji

doms and subs are overrated. it's hella fun being a switch and keiji couldn't agree more.

. tw smut, switch! akaashi, switch! reader, some baby girl and baby boy calling, mommy kink, sir kink, drunk sex, unprotected sex (dont try this at home), oral (m receiving), creampies, slight degradation . wc 3.8k

the night is young. as young a night gets for two college students after finals week. while countless people from different frat houses have already invited you to come to their year-end parties, you never really enjoy that scene. it's too much of an effort to dress and doll yourself up when, after such a stressful week, you just want to wind down and get drunk here in your dorm with your best friend. 

plus, keiji tells way more compelling stories than boys you've encountered at parties and that's saying something, considering you had been drunk as a skunk but didn't find them funny at all. 

yeah. offense.

right from the get-go, you figure he's never one for small talk but there's a fondness in his eyes when he talks about his days as a volleyball player. he becomes more loose-lipped, sharing to you memories of his teammates and games. you really didn't care whatever topic he chose to talk about, you just know you'll listen to him anyway. it's great listening to him talk with that comforting voice of his. 

"you know," you lean your head back against the couch, cozying up in your hoodie. "maybe you should start a part-time job as a youtuber. you can be one of those people who do asmr videos or something." you chuckle, finding the random thought amusing. 

"but i'm already on a full-ride. i don't think i need to get a part-time job," he lies comfy on your couch. one arm hanging, hands over the can of beer. 

you sighed staring up at the ceiling. "lucky. it's hard maintaining grades when your professors are a bunch of snobby assholes who don't care about their students."

his knee nudges the back of your head lightly. "don't say that," he scolds. "that's bad. they're still your teachers."

always so polite.

just as you reach forward for another slice of pizza, akaashi speaks again, eyeing you thoughtfully. "well… maybe i can start an asmr channel and we can split the money i earn."

you laugh, torso turning around to face him. you bring the beer can up to offer a toast. 

"see, this is why i love you, keiji."

after clicking his can with yours, you turn around to have a bite of your pizza — completely missing the red flush on his cheeks, thrown off-guard by the strong proclamation you just made, albeit he knows you probably meant it in a platonic way. he didn't know what to say next so he took another swig of his drink. 

he doesn't know. really. what triggered him to look at you as something way more than a normal friend would. for someone so self-aware as him it's frustrating not knowing how and when his feelings for you even changed. because the only time he realized he was knee deep into liking you was when he was also at the brink of losing you. 

which reminds him… 

"what happened to that guy you were texting two weeks ago?" he asks. 

"ah, him? he's too… what's the word, assertive? intrusive? i don't know — it's like he wants to monopolize my time. like he wants my whole world to revolve around him and it's… kinda creepy actually."

akaashi scoffs, sitting up to get a slice of pizza. "you guys were only talking for two weeks."

"i know! that's what i'm saying!" you say, hands wildly gesturing to and fro. he's afraid you might spill the beer. "like — dude. maybe it's either he needs to chill the fuck out or i'm just not into doms. or maybe he's a walking red flag."

he hums thoughtfully, slumping next to you on the floor before dusting his hands off from pizza crumbs. "he's a red flag. obviously."

"okay but random thought: doms are overrated," you reach forward to open another can of beer, thinking out loud. "subs too. i feel like it's kinda tiring being a top as much as it is being a bottom. being a switch, on the other hand, is like getting the best of both worlds and who wouldn't like that? it's some good hannah montana shit."

now akaashi keiji can't help but laugh at that. "are you drunk? how did our conversation end up this way even."

you bump his shoulder, laughing with him before drinking your beer. "oh, come on. humor me a little, keiji. think about it. i'm right. aren't i?"

"and how do you know?" he turns his head towards you. "have you been a top? or bottom —"

"i have," the smile you gave him sent butterflies to his stomach. "both. back in my all-girls high school. being a bottom's not too bad but… eh, still. i'd rather just be a switch. it's exhausting to top all the time."

"don't i know it," akaashi mutters under his breath. flashbacks of all those awkward and embarrassing endeavors filling his mind. "guys are always expected to top. it's like a stereotype. can't i just sit back sometimes and follow orders, too?" 

he feels the heat crawling up his neck and it makes him shrug off his jacket, leaving him with the plain white shirt underneath. 

"i can give you orders."

akaashi almost chokes on his beer. 

"you literally just said it's exhausting to top."

you shrugged. "yeah, but — i mean, it is! it is but… you know."

he can see exactly how embarrassment is taking over your features and he wants to stop and move on from the conversation. he wants to. he should. but there's an inkling feeling inside him that doesn't because he wants to see how this unfolds. his heart is beating erratically and he can't take his eyes off you since that little comment you made. 

"i'm sorry," you chuckle, a dismissive tone in your voice. "nevermind. anyway…"

akaashi shouldn't entertain his thoughts. 

it's improper. you're his best friend. literally one of the few people who he's managed to befriend in college. he can't lose you. he can't risk being awkward with you. his not-so-platonic feelings for you should never get in the way of that. never. plus, you're both intoxicated right now and you were probably just kidding around. akaashi isn't that kind of guy. he respects you. he should dismiss the conversation but —

"then give me orders."

you froze. eyes widening as you stare at the forgotten netflix movie playing on your laptop, unable to look at the man sitting next to you. afraid of the weight of his stare. you didn't know why you blurted out whatever you did a few seconds ago but you never thought he'd entertain it. not that you mind, anyway. this is your best friend we're talking about. well-mannered akaashi keiji with the ocean eyes hiding behind those cute square glasses. 

the akaashi keiji you've been crushing hard on since you saw him at the freshman orientation two years ago. 

"would you… spread your legs for me?"

light rustling can be heard as the microfibers of his socks drag against the carpeted floor. just as you reach forward to push back the coffee table, akaashi beats you to it and does it for you. making sure to push it far so you won't accidentally hit your back on the edges. 

with one smooth swing of your leg, you're sitting snug on his lap. the rough fabric of his jeans grazing your thighs as your hands tremble whilst dragging down the planes of his torso. 

akaashi grabs your hands, stopping you. 

"you look hesitant. you don't need to do this if you don't want to." his tone is low, understanding as always. 

you look at him straight in the eye. leaning forward until your lips are all but grazing each other as you spoke. "i want to. i want you."

you dive down to start peppering kisses down his neck and you hear him let out a shaky sigh. you lick a stripe up the side of his neck before kissing the shell of his ear. "go on, keiji. you can touch me. don't you want to touch mommy?" 

you feel him shudder, his dexterous fingers mapping random lines underneath your hoodie, slowly raking higher and higher until he's saying "mommy, please take it off" in low hushed tones. the blush in his cheeks prominent as he can't seem to stare at you in the eye. so cute. so submissive. so stupid thinking you'll let him undress you so easily.

"did i say you can take it off?" you hiss, reaching down to cup him from over his jeans and shoving his hands off you. "don't tell me baby boy is being bad, are you being bad? i thought my baby keiji's a good boy for his mommy." 

"but… but i am a good —"

akaashi hisses, knees jolting when he feels you tracing circles on the insides of his thighs with the tip of your nails. for someone who just claimed they didn't like topping, you're doing an impeccable job at it and he doesn't know whether or not he loves it or hates it. when your sneaky little hands unbutton his jeans and teasingly pulls the zipper down, okay, no, he definitely loves it. the determined look in your eyes as you pin your gaze on his features, watching like a hawk at every furrow of his brow, of every sharp intake of breath, every time he throws his head back. 

"if you're such a good boy why don't you strip for mommy, hm? won't my baby boy give me a show?" he can't take his eyes off you as you smile, sultry, leaning over to lick at his bottom lip as your ass slowly grinds against his jeans. how merciless you are, when you gave him a peck and pulled away. "go on. strip and sit on the couch."

blindly reaching around the coffee table, you grabbed whatever beer you can hold before raising it up to your lips and staring at him over the rim of the can as he throws his shirt off. you suck in a breath when his abdominals come into view. his torso lean and smooth, siding a little more on the petite size with a tiny waist. and you shamelessly check him out even more when he leans over and hooks his thumbs under his jeans, pushing it down. 

you didn't speak until you saw the black waistband of his boxers.

"those, too."

he pauses, looking a little lost. "i'm sorry, what —"

"everything, baby boy. i want everything off… including those boxers. wanna see your dick throbbing. bet baby boy's already hard because mommy kissed his neck and gave him hickies, isn't he? bet you'll love it if mommy licks you all over, or when mommy rides her baby boy's cute thighs. would my baby keiji like that? would you? does my baby boy deserve it?"

damn were you good at this. the more you spoke the more it's making him ache and he wastes no time in shoving everything down. true to your words he was throbbing. the mushroom tip oozing precum and his dick standing tall. maybe it's the alcohol in his system or maybe it's the desire for you that he had kept locked away for so long, but akaashi can't bring it in himself to feel embarrassed. not when you're looking at him like you want to devour him whole. 

the same bright eyes of his adventurous best friend who's stuck by his side since being wide-eyed first years in this huge university — he'll probably never see you in that same halo ever again, already tainted by the image of you now. 

he sees you swallow, eyes never straying away from his girth and akaashi feels a little proud to have you looking star-struck. when you rise from your seat, his muscles tense in anticipation, staring at your hand as it slowly reaches forward — only to pause mid-air. 

akaashi looks up at you questionably and he sees the unspoken question in your eyes, asking for his consent. and your baby boy's answer was instantaneous.

 "please, mommy. touch me?"

the smile on your face was cocky. definitely cocky as your hand wraps around his girth, the other wrapping around his throat as you coo. "aw, how can i resist when you're asking so nicely? why don't you sit on the couch and i'll grant whatever my baby boy wants, hm?"

he mewls, leaning back on the couch and eyes you with lust. "like this, mommy?" he mutters, desperate. he even tilts his hips up a little to offer you a better view as you hum in approval, straddling his hips as you stroked his cock. 

"such a good boy for mommy, aren't you? how pretty." 

he hisses when he catches sight of you kneeling before him in between his legs, looking at him with the most captivating sultry gaze he's ever seen. "mommy's gonna give you a 'lil prep, yeah? so it won't hurt when i ride your dick, baby boy." 

"yes, momm — ugh." 

akaashi throws his head back when you finally wrap your lips around him. the image of your hollowed cheeks forever ingrained in his mind. his eyes fly close, focusing his attention on your swift tongue as it lies flat against the underside of his cock, taking him eagerly from the base to the tip. your tongue swirls around the head, sneakily poking around the hole where precum oozes out. 

"mommy," he whines when your tongue travels back to his girth, tracing one of the prominent veins in his dick before your hand comes up to play with his balls. "mommy — shit. so good… feels so good…"

it urges you on, hands retracting to wrap around whatever your mouth couldn't cover. his back is arching and you suck him with fervor, eager to push him to the edge, to make him believe you're going to lick and play and suckle until he's creaming around your mouth — only to pull away at the last minute. 

"no!" he moans, looking down at you desperately as you rise from your seat. "i was-i was gonna cum!"

you dismiss him easily with a wave of the hand, too busy shuffling out your clothes. maybe if you had the energy, you would've punished him a few rough spanks but you were far gone already. thoughts of that dick splitting you in half as you ride him consuming your mind like a plague.

akaashi groans when you hop onto the sofa and crash your lips on his. you never would've imagined kissing him this way. sloppy and wet and painfully induced with lust. the stretch is amazing, there was the lightest stinging sensation but was overridden by pleasure. he groans, pulling you close and peppering your shoulders with kisses. 

you grabbed his shoulders and started bouncing on his lap in a slow, stimulating manner that made you feel every vein and curve of his cock as it deliciously drags against your walls. you hear him wine. you hear him talk about how it hurts and how he can't take it anymore. how he needs his mommy to move faster. faster, mommy. please fuck me faster. but you ignored him, so caught up in domspace to see the growing irritation in your baby boy's eyes. to see the sudden shift from clinging onto you so desperately to gripping possessively against the soft flesh of your sides.

the air was knocked out of your lungs when he slams you down on the sofa.

"you dare ignore me?" his face is passive, eyes cold and steely as he pinned you with a dark stare. "time's up. i think you got a tad bit carried away there, don't you agree?" 

"want me to show you how it's done?" you shiver in excitement when he takes your wrists in one hand. his thighs flex as he gets on his knees before hooking your legs over his shoulder, thrusting his dick deeper into you. akaashi bends forward, a hand firmly gripping your face. "i want you to address me as 'sir' and nothing else, do i make myself clear?"

his low assertive tone so painfully attractive you clenched around him as he drills into you with vigor. akaashi chuckles, the low rumbles of his chest stimulating your perked nubs as it grazed against him with every thrust. "yeah, you like that? like it when i speak to you like this? ah, fuck you're so tight. you're pussy's practically choking my dick — look, fucking look, baby girl."

your head grazes his as you both watch his member disappear inside you, getting off at the lewd sight of the glistening sheen of your essence wrapped around his cock and the loud squelching noise it makes when he rams it into you again. you whimper, pulling akaashi down for a kiss as your ankles hook around his back, pulling him deeper as his pace quickens and his balls slap against your skin.

"see that? your pussy keeps sucking me back in. bet you're desperate for my cock, aren't you?" you never thought akaashi to be the type who's into talking dirty, you thought he was the gentle, vanilla type. but alcohol always brings around quite interesting things about a person after getting drunk. 

you cling onto him for dear life as his hand reaches down to draw figure eights against your puffy clit, eliciting the most feral of moans from you that could rival that of pornstars. "sir," you shudder. "please, sir. please."

"please what?" he grabs your lower back, pulling your torso up to hit an angle that makes you see stars. 

"please, let me cum! please."

akaashi clicks his tongue before raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "you didn't listen to me when i was the one begging, why should i listen to you?"

your hands wrap around his neck, sobbing against the crook of his neck by the sheer pleasure you felt. he can't understand your mindless babbling. all inside keiji's mind is the feel of your perked nipples grazing his chest and your plush walls wrapping around him so prettily. he never did it raw, having you as his first time doing it without a condom pushed him way over the edge than he wants to admit. 

"be-because — ah — i didn't —"

akaashi hauls you up into a sitting position, arms wrapped around you securely as you straddle him. he yanks you away from his neck, a tight grip wrapped around your throat as he stares straight into your eyes as he fucks up into you, feeling his balls slap against your skin. "what? cock's that good you can't even speak?"

he feels your hips stutter as you sob, tiny hands wrapped around his wrists. you didn't even try bouncing and meeting his thrusts anymore. "sir, please! s'too much! wanna cum —"

"then fucking work for it," he stils his hips. "fuck me back, baby girl. come on. you said you wanted to ride me, didn't you? bet this is what you've been thinking about for the whole night. that's the only thing my baby girl's capable of right? thinking 'bout my cock and nothing else? such a dumb little baby."

your legs quivered and shook as you obliged and pulled yourself half way up, before meeting him halfway and impaling yourself back down his cock. the first time you did it had both of you whining, akaashi quickly threading his hands through your hair to yank your face towards him. he wants to imprint this memory into his mind. to be able to merely shut his eyes and be transported back to the night you both were intoxicated and you let him use your cunt like a fleshlight. 

all sense of manners were thrown out the window as his ocean eyes memorized the way your eyes rolled back when he hits a sweet spot, the way your nose scrunches when the pleasure becomes overwhelming, the way the drool shamelessly trickles down the side of your lips as your tongue sticks out and he so badly wanted to spit but he didn't in fear of making you uncomfortable. everything. he wants to memorize everything. 

"just a little more, pretty girl. you can do it. together, okay? cum before me and you'll fucking regret it."

he grabs you closer, burying your face in his neck and planting his feet firm on the ground as he pistons his cock into you. it's not the heat of your body, or your pretty cries, or the lewd sound of skin slapping that made him cum. no. it was your sheer desperation and vulnerability as you bit his shoulders and yelled at the top of your lungs. 

"keiji!"

he pulled out at record speed and had made a mess on his torso but he was hardly able to register any of these. so fucked out and sated and content to have you sitting on his lap as he stares at your plain ceiling. he doesn't even realize you've dropped down to your knees and started lapping up the essence splayed on his torso until he felt the hot muscle of your tongue. "(y/n) —"

"what happened to baby girl?" you tease, a playful smile on your lips as you meet his eyes. "you were so into it, 'kaashi. you should've seen your face — well, i was… kinda into it too, anyway."

it took akaashi around three seconds for everything to finally sink in, to fully sober up and let the gears work in his head. the realization of what had gone down on your sofa, of the things he told you, brings about an embarrassment greater than anything he's ever felt in his entire life. suddenly, he's shoving you away from him and draping the discarded blanket around your naked form whilst politely looking away. then he quickly covers his soft dick with one of your throw pillows.

"oh, my god. i'm so sorry. this is a mistake — shit — i'm sorry! you see, i've liked you ever since and not as a friend and i swear i'm not the type to just —"

"keiji" you snap him out of it. "i like you too, okay? now don't go around saying it's a mistake or i'm going to throw you off the roof. do you want me to throw you off the roof? right. i don't think so. now, come on! get your sexy ass dressed, we're going somewhere."

"where... are we going?"

"i'm craving ice cream. so for our first date, buying ice cream at 2am!"

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i'm gonna write a bunch of posts praising spider-man homecoming bc it's the only mcu sm movie. idk who far from home or no way home are. they do not exist.

anyway, the scene of may comforting peter is really really powerful imo

[ID: May presumably kissing - or smelling? - Peter's head. *I couldn't actually find a good pic of them hugging. /End ID]

like peter is really upset bc he wanted to prove himself and stop the weapons but he destroyed a whole ferry and tony took his suit away from him. peter feels completely fucked up. and then may is upset too bc she knows peter is lying to her the entire time and he can't get away from it anymore.

although he doesn't actually say the truth yet, peter does say "i lost the stark internship. (...) i screwed up."

even if he can't explain it too well as he starts crying (and obviously can't tell may that he did all of that), she still comes to comfort him. i think it's such a sweet scene. i really liked may and peter's relationship, since may is visibly younger than the other aunt mays she seems to have a more equal relationship with peter, they're more like they're friends but she's still obviously his guardian and the responsible one

this scene is probably one of the best bc it's pretty quiet and small, nothing big is going on and peter is allowed to cry and grieve the fact he screwed up. he doesn't justify himself either. he knows he made a huge mistake and like... what kind of hits me about this film is that peter is willing to move on from being spider-man (maybe a nod to spider-man 2 when we see tobey's peter just going on with his normal life after losing his powers): he accepts the detention and starts studying again and he spends time with ned, like he just wants to be a regular kid. i might comment more about that montage too

please appreciate spider-man homecoming and appreciate may parker, because marvel certainly won't

#lotus speaks #my meta #spider-man homecoming #mcu peter parker #pro mcu peter parker #long post #may parker