#so we agreed to just basically write messages to each other

[demodraws0606]

What Cyberpunk DeadBoy Means and What it's Potentially Foreshadowing (aka very complicated analysis that makes a lot of sense and could happen depending on how colorpalet is feeling while writing the story)

Now I'm seeing so many people like running around wondering what this event could mean for the future for multiple reasons and like I've made like one post throwing my hat into the ring.

I've been frustrated with people's unwillingness to realise that this comm is prob foreshadowing because this is not the first time Colorpalet has hidden foreshadowing into comms weither subtely or not

Exemple's being :

-Akito's second comm foreshadowing his third event

-Lower's cover art literally foreshadowing what would happen to Mafuyu's phone in her event

-88 vocals being emurui and nenekasa foreshadowing the kind of dynamic the disbandement arc had with nenekasa wanting to move forward with emurui being scared of isolation

-Probably way better exemples that I forgot

I've seen people make Some assumptions which I don't agree with but there is one thing I think is true

There is 100 pourcent gonna be struggle between corporation/reality and WxS.

Purely because that's been WxS's entire theme since the beginning. They constantly bash you over the head with the theme of compromising with reality and the importance of dreams. In fact the pick of Maiki-P is not at all surprising as he basically has the same message WxS has just... well harsher.

The Big thing people have ignored however is by focusing on the lyrics, they've ignored something that's personally to me even more telling and that's the line distribution

We know for a fact colorpalet loves to mess around with line distribution, weither it's to make characters say lines that fit them or to kind of foreshadow their headspace.

Now something Big happens with the line distribution of Cyberpunk Deadboy that i've seen NO ONE notice and that's in the last chorus (that and also Tsukasa's lines which people have pointed out but it works less on it's own which is why I'm gonna analyse his lines afterwards).

This is the only time the chorus is like that, the others have a much more even distribution.

In fact the distribution choice makes it look like the rest of WxS is Talking to Rui.

It's even more evident considering the lines they chose to make WxS sing compared to only just Rui

Emu/Tsukasa/Nene saying kimi (you)

Rui saying boku (i)

Which honestly makes me think this is colorpalet foreshadowing some kind of issue reguarding specifically Rui. Remember Emu's second event ? The story of Rilley whose imagination was crippled by the industry to the point where he didn't really have any artistic vision until Emu's grandpa helped him.

In fact remember how the flashback that showcases that has Rilley working on a film

Now we get to Tsukasa's line which have been pointed out to be kind of sus but it's not just his lines.

Tsukasa refuses to sing with Rui (unless it's a line they all sing together but i consider those exceptions). In fact pretty much everyone has a duo line with each other except those two.

In fact in the section where Rui has duo lines with everybody, Tsukasa is the only one he doesnt sing with and the visuals make it clear that it's something that we're supposed to find strange

And then we of course have Tsukasa's solo lines

Tsukasa is the only one that say "fuzakeruna" outside of Rui (of course ignoring entire group WxS lines) and i've seen some people pointed out how it sounds like he's saying it in response to Rui's lines. Which I agree with.

Then we got his big boy solo lines

These lines will make more sense with my theory/analysis but right now if we go with the idea that WxS in the last chorus were speaking to Rui and Tsukasa in this comm refuses to sing with Rui then this implies those lines are Tsukasa speaking to Rui.

And this is where the insanity begins because people have pointed out a concerning trend with Ruikasa that I know some people use for shipping fuel but for me kinda feels more so like foreshadowing.

IGNORING all the ARG ass weirdness of the Fixer 2dmv, this choice to switch Ruikasa's colors have to mean something in my opinion outside of just wholesome shipping influence especially considering the two songs they do this are less than jovial.

What this kind of color switching signifies to me is that, Ruikasa somehow are/or will switch places.

And with that let me bring back Tsukasa's lines

These lines stand out because Tsukasa before remembering his dreams was extremely shallow only doing things for fame and probably the money that would come with it.

Now if you think about everything I've layed out I think you can gain a pretty clear picture.

Of Rui falling into the trap Rilley did, becoming jaded and losing the true motivation of his dream (or at least starting to have doubts). Becoming stuck with the struggle of managing dreams and reality.

Rui's costume even has a mask which can be a metaphor for his artistic voice and individuality being silenced .

Which now you get into the line distribution where WxS is implied to be talking to Rui.

And you get to Tsukasa, who is refusing to sing with Rui and in fact seems to be arguing with Rui if we really want to overthink it. In fact almost switching their roles from the main story.

Because Tsukasa has grown now and how else to show that growth than to switch Rui and Tsukasa's perspectives/roles.

Now how this would happen really depends since there are multiple ways they can go about it with the time they have.

There is obviously mystery dude dude (who i know now is sakaki) who still gives me bad vibes. However there is actually two way they can make mystery dude trigger this sort of plot :

-Mystery dude is malicious and actively manipulates/confronts Rui to make him rethink his worldview

-Mystery dude isn't malicious but instead is just jaded/has been through a lot of industry bullshit which ends up rubbing off on Rui accidentally

But you can even just not have mystery dude involved with this at all (which i doubt but still) because you know what loose plotpoint is still lingering over WxS, fucking Asahi

Rui still has not talked about Asahi to WxS, in fact Curtain Call ends on an explicit cliffhanger which is never really emotionally concluded (at least in Rui's own events, technically the arc ender did but there are still a lot of loose threads from that arc). Why would Colorpalet make Asahi come back after Rui graduates, they could've just had him disappear into the sunset but instead they hint at his potential comeback.

Unless Rui will be forced to again confront similar feelings he did during Curtain Call this time with possibly an added layer of whatever happens during WxS's freelance arc.

Anyways yeah this is overly complicated but then again colorpalet is not being easy with us so...yeah.

#project sekai #pjsk rui #rui kamishiro #wxs #wonderlandxshowtime #project sekai theory #project sekai analysis #rui kamishiro analysis #wxs rui #wxs tsukasa #tsukasa tenma #rui #cyberpunk deadboy #i'm sorry if this giant wall of text makes sense to nobody but me but i need this to leave myt mind otherwise i explode #and also i'm not looking at twitter for theories of this event because twitter is the breeding ground of bad takes so idk if i'm the only #one but it's very interesting #anyways i really don't want any “but what if the comm is not at all related to the event at all” because we've had active confirmation #colorpalet describe events and give at least on sentence prompts to commissioners (which we know pinnochioP and the creators of Mr.Showtime #I believe) and again even if it WERE the case and it was a fluke or a rewrite or whatever #it doesnt change the fact colorpalet made an active choice to make the line distribution and 2dmv like this #this is the motherfuckers that foreshadowed an arc ender years before through a fucking song cover art #complain about their writing all you want these motherfuckers love little detail oriented shit like this for better and for worse

[shelbgrey]

Hi, could I request more about "Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter HCs:" and we have the Volturi wrap around our finger, please, thank you, and love it.

You put it, the Reader doesn't get along with Bella. I was hoping you could tell us more about that relationship. And I personally would love it if the Volturi knew that we're there since Carlisle and Esme got custody of us. They are "Cousins [ Demetri, Felix, Alec, Janeand Heidi,] Anutes and Uncles [ Uncle Aro, Caius and Marcus] to us". When Alice goes and saves Edward dumbass. We're there to save Edward, but we're also happy to see them. When Demetri and Felix came, we called them Cousin Dem and Fe while smiling. We hug Jane, holding hands with her. The Cullens knew about what we call them. We really don't care what happens with Bella, but we do care about our brother and sister. Personally, I got the feeling we don't really care if Bella lives or dies

Thank you so much 💓

P.S. feel free to message me if you need anything clarification on this

Being the daughter of carlisle and the Volturi loving you:

So I usually don't write for the Volturi so bear with me.

🩷MasterList 🩷twilight List

So you want to know more about Bella and y/n's relationship...

So, I want to compare how Edward thinks and how Bella thinks to show the two girls relationship.

I think when Bella is finally introduced to the family she's quite jelouse of Edward's relationship with you, there's no real incureties to it, she just doesn't want girls hanging around Edward.

Bella also thinks your plan and shy, there's off hand comments on how she's discribes you, Edward on the other hand discribes you as happy, humorous, and so beautiful.

You guys are always throwing harmful comments to each other and Bella usually takes it too far.

You also hate how she's treats her father. She always gets mad and says it's none of your business and you have no idea what you were talking about.

“my parents chose me, yours just got stuck with you”

Carlisle and Esme would put a stop to it, there's been many times Carlisle and Charlie have had talks about Bella's bullying.

Of course you're parents know your not a saint in theses situation, but Bella is usually the one to start it.

“if someone pushes you, you push back” Emmett always says, which is why your never scared to decened yourself.

And since your the youngest, your basically the center of the Cullens universe, but then Bella comes along and puts your family in danger, that's your problem.

You also have a problem with Edward putting everything aside no matter what for her, your happy he finally has a girlfriend but there should be boundaries.

You especially started hating her when Edward decided to go to the Vulturi after Bella's supposed death.

You knew about the Vulturi and you became friends with them in fact, your uncle Marcus(yes, you heard me right) says your the glue that holds you all together.

After Aro found out about a human joining Cullen Coven, he showed up to see if it was true, Aro didn't really have a plan for what he was gonna do, but when he met you he saw no harm. He was in aw at the sight of the small child.

The deal was that you could stay human with the family as long as you wanted, you just had to keep the secret of the Vampires.

Honestly you see Aro as the creepy uncle, you'd never say that to his face and he'll never found out because he refuses to read your mind.

“but, Dad he creeps me out! None of the others do”

Dispite you thinking he's creepy, he'd never hurt you.

At first Cauis wanted nothing to do with you and didn't agree with Aro's decision, but the more the family interacted with the Vulturi the more he grew a soft spot for you.

Marcus is more of a grandpa than an uncle if were being honest, he's a lot older than the others and he's always been so gentle and kind towrds you.

He gives you advice and is there if you need to talk.

I don't know much about Heidi, but I figure she'd absolutely love you and is always spoiling you.

Demetri is like a big brother/cousin and you kinda have a love/hate relationship. You guys tease each other and sometimes it'll get mean, but trust me he'd kill anyone who harms you.

Your probably closest to Jane and Alec, they're both closer to your age and you three just hit it off immediately. You hate hearing about they're tragic back stories but they always tell you it's not your fault and you make they're lives better.

Then Edward left for Italy to go and execute himself 🙄

You were so made at Bella for putting Edward in this headspace and situation, especially after you found out she's was perfectly fine.

But, anyway Alice was getting ready to take Bella to Italy and you wanted to Tag along. Not because you were there to support Bella, but because you wanted to see the extented family.

Ya know... Going to Italy to beat Felix and Demetir at Mario cart again...

What you didn't want to do is see Bella getting all dramatic and telling your Uncle Aro to kill her instead of Edward.

You rolled your eyes and came up to hug Jane as she threatened to use her gift on her, she was only using like 5% of it on Edward just for ✨dramatic effect✨ . “alright Jay, they've learned their lessons”

Jane chuckled and stopped using her powers on Edward, wasn't too painful for him.

“Aw, I was having fun” Felix sighed as you ran up to him and hugged him.

Cauis rolled his eyes trying to hide his smile as Bella looked completely confused. “What just happened?”

“nothing... Just you being dramatic for no reason, they're on our side bone head, You think they'd actually hurt Eddie?”

You left Felix's arms and walked around the Castle. “by the way, where's Dem?”

He appeared and hugged you while Bella looked even more confused and kept asking unanswered questions. “aw, she's still alive”

You laughed and quickly shhed him.

“what? You think just because they're old school and basically vampire royalty they're evil? you asked Bella, you were kinda pissed off she thought so low of them.

“yeah we never said we were gonna kill him and Alice never said that either” Aro said, clapping his heads together.

You then clicked your tough, with a sarcastic smile. “well, we send little miss. Main character home and me and Alice can stay here for the weekend, dad said we could.”

Jane hugged you excited for some girl time while Felix ran around the Castle making sure you had a comfy room to sleep in.

“do what ever you want Dem, killer or set her free, send her to the moon, have her for dinner, I don't really care”

Uncle Cauis laughed as bella started stuttering as Felix and Alec came back with arms full of dvds.

“wait, what?” Edward sighed. “they're kidding”

“we could watch a bunch of TV shows, we got Bones, and supernatural” Felix smiled.

“no Supernatural, they got the vampires all wrong” Alec said.

The two boys and you and Jane both just walked off talking about what you should watch without even a goodbye for Edward and Bella. “What about Moon Knight, dad finally got an account for Disney+. It's a really good marvel show”

“ooh, I heard Oscar Isaac is in it, he's so hot” Jane said, Felix and Alec groaned as you girls started thirsting over male actors.

“they're just gonna be horny for 40-something year old men the whole time” Alec sighed, heide slapped him and told him to be nice.

Bella scoffed and left with Edward after Alice smiled and ran after her sister and Jane.

“Lators Gators” you shouted to Edward.

#Volturi #Volturi x reader #Cullen family x reader #Aro x reader #Marcus x reader #Jane and alec #Jane x reader #Alec x reader #Demetri x reader #Felix x reader #Alice cullen x reader #Edward cullen x reader #Bella swan x reader #Volturi headcanons #Cullen Headcanons #twilight headcanons

[damiansgoodgirll]

i felt like i needed to write this as this is basically what it’s going on in my life with the guy i’m dating

damian priest x reader

reader is in her twenties! we need the age gap cause me and my “bf” have a huuuge age gap lol

fool me once

“i’m dating someone else…i just wanted to let you know” was what he texted you when you first met.

it pained you a little but in reality you didn’t even know him so you agreed of just staying friends.

he was happy about that, he liked you but not in the way you liked him back. you prayed every night you were the girl between his arms, you prayed he wouldn’t take that long to answer your text messages and you prayed every night that he would realise what he was really missing.

yes, you were friends and you liked the idea of having him in your life, even if he wasn’t your boyfriend.

in the end, he was a good person and you preferred having him as a friend than not having him at all.

one beautiful day he texted you that it was over. the girl he was dating was gone and that he was now more comfortable in seeing you.

you should have said no. you knew it wasn’t right for him to make you the second option but the crush you had for him was too strong and your brain couldn’t say no.

you agreed on that date. and everything went perfectly. he took you out for dinner, he paid for you, he took you to the cinema, he gently kissed you when he brought you back home.

everything was good.

and silently, in your mind, you finally said “fuck, something good is finally happening to me…”

you texted each other every single day and secretly you loved the attention he was giving you.

your friends didn’t like him. they said he was bad news. maybe because he was older than you, maybe because he chose you as his second option and not his first one or maybe because he was only using you in trying to forget her.

you knew all they said was true. deep down, you knew it but you didn’t want it to be real. you felt too good and too safe when you were with him that you thought for a second that all of your friends were jealous of you.

so a second date happened.

it was better than the first one.

he took you out of town on a beautiful but cold sunday night, you went to an amazing restaurant where he paid for you and let you enjoy your time together. the ride back home was amazing, you talked, you laughed and joked and before letting you go, he kissed you again, and again, this time it was more passionate and sensual and if it wasn’t for him, who had a show next monday, you would have invited him in.

you promised him that on the third date you would have offered him dinner.

a third date that never came.

you waited for him to remember it but when you got tired of waiting, you simply asked him. he said he was busy with work and in all honesty, you believed him.

he was a busy man, why would he lie?

he had a full career, a full time job. he was a grown ass man with his life and compared to him, you were just a girl in your twenties who’s in reality is a complete mess. you didn’t have a home to call 100% yours, you had only three real friends and you were always so busy that you barely see each others.

that’s when you realised how different you were.

you knew something was wrong the moment his text messages became slow, like he wasn’t texting you but just replying to your questions.

it came to a point where you got tired of that situation and asked him what was wrong.

“you know the girl i was daring before i met you…she came back…she told me she was sorry, that she knew she fucked up everything…i didn’t see her yet because i was not in the right mood but this made me think…” he texted you.

you felt your heart break.

everything was so good until it wasn’t.

you expected him to say that everything was fine, that he was just busier than usual, or maybe that he didn’t like you anymore. you were ready for that outcome. you weren’t ready to hear about her.

not what you imagined. not what you expected.

you knew, from the way he talked about her that he liked her…that he still likes her…and you knew that if he had to choose, he would choose her.

why would he choose you when you weren’t his first choice in the beginning?

“can we please talk about it? do you want to talk about it?” you texted him. you needed to know what he was thinking about the whole situation.

“not really…”

“okay…” you texted back “just to let you know, damian, i’m here in case you wanted to talk”

“i appreciate that…i just need time” he replied.

time.

time for what?

time for what when you already knew he would choose her.

you weren’t supposed to cry for him because he never was yours to begin with but you still cried. you cried every night before falling asleep. you cried when you saw he wasn’t replying to your text messages anymore. you cried because for the first time in your life you felt safe in someone’s presence.

and it wasn’t fair.

for you. knowing you would have given him all.

you’re still hoping that he would choose you, because, in the end, you didn’t make him suffer, you didn’t make him cry. you hoped that he valued those things.

he texted you good morning on a random tuesday morning and that little message made you hopeful.

of course, you texted him back, asking him if everything was okay.

it’s been three days and you’re still waiting for his response.

to be continued…

(if he answers)

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe x you #wwe imagines #wwe one shot #wwe damian priest x reader #wwe oneshot #wwe x original character #wwe x y/n #wwe x oc #wwe writer #damian priest oneshot #damian priest x y/n #damian priest x oc #damian priest x you #damian priest smut #damian priest x reader #wwe damian priest #damian priest wwe #damian priest imagine #damian priest #damian priest is hot lol

[orchidniins]

oh i NEED pt 2 of Serendipitous Beginnings🙏

Serendipitous Beginnings Pt. 2 | Arthur Frederick

Summary: Y/N and Arthur finally spend some much time together and go on their first date. Between movie nights and cute museum dates, it's clear they've fallen hard for each other. Pairings: ArthurTV x afab!Reader Warnings: Mature content, Smut, Fluff Word Count: 6k

A/N: Thanks to everyone who showed love on my first post! I wanted to write a part 2 for this with all the cute little ideas in my head. This fic is basically a little collection of events and just a little sprinkle of smut right at the end. I hope you enjoy!

Part 1

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You awaken on Saturday, later than your usual wake-up time, feeling a faint headache throbbing behind your temples. Despite the headache, your mind is abuzz with the memories of last night's conversations with Arthur. The lingering memories of the night's events are still fresh in your mind.

As you reach for your phone, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips, eager to see if Arthur had messaged you. Sure enough, his name lights up your screen, and you can't help but feel a rush of happiness as you read his message. The two of you had stayed up pretty much all night texting, the conversation flowing effortlessly between you.

Eventually, it was mutually decided to stop texting and finally catch some sleep, but now, even with maybe only two hours of sleep, you're still buzzing with excitement to keep the conversation going. You couldn't help but grin at your phone, fingers tapping out quick replies

Arthur: Hey! Morning! 😊 Arthur: Did you manage to get any sleep in? Y/N: Hey! Good Morning 😊 Y/N: Yeah, I did. Just barely. Did you sleep well? Arthur: Yeah, I managed to get a few hours in too. Couldn't stop thinking about our conversation though. Y/N: Haha, same here! I guess we'll just have to continue it in person, huh? 😉 Arthur: Did you wanna maybe grab some lunch today? Y/N: That sounds great! I'd love to. Where were you thinking? Arthur: How about that place we talked about yesterday? Y/N: Perfect! Can't wait 😊

Eagerly agreeing to meet Arthur for lunch, excitement courses through you at the thought of spending more time with him. However, as you're about to set your phone down, a sinking feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. You had completely forgotten about your plans with Sienna to meet up with a mutual friend who was in town for the weekend.

Y/N: Hey, Arthur! I'm so sorry, but something's come up for today. Can we reschedule for tomorrow? Arthur: Oh, no worries! Tomorrow won't work for me, I've got a shoot scheduled. Y/N: Ah, got it. No problem. Maybe another time then? Arthur: Definitely! Let's figure something out soon. 😊

After a bit more back-and-forth, the conversation trails off, leaving you feeling disappointed that your plans with Arthur didn't pan out. With a sigh, you set your phone aside and get out of bed, heading towards Sienna's bedroom to check in on her.

Entering her room, you find her sprawled out on the bed, half of her body hanging off the edge, her hair messy and makeup smeared. You try to wake her up gently, but she protests, murmuring, "No, not yet, five more minutes."

"Siii," you say, nudging her shoulder, "you know I turned down a date for this lunch today, so you better get up, or I'm gonna have to use violence." Sienna groans in response, still half-asleep, but your mention of a date piques her interest. "A date? What do you mean, a date?" she asks, her eyes fluttering open as she tries to grasp the situation.

You chuckle at her confusion. "I was just kidding, but we better make it to that café on time. You're the one who insisted we go there, even if it's a 50-minute drive from here. Now, get up." Sienna, still groggy, fixates on the idea of a date. "Okay, but what date?" she mumbles, her words slurred with sleep.

With a laugh, you shake your head and say, "Nothing, just get ready," before leaving her room to get ready yourself.

———————-

Over the next few days, despite the promise to meet up, neither you nor Arthur seemed to find the time. It had been over a week since the initial plan was made, and your schedules were keeping you both occupied. Arthur had spent a few days away from London for a shoot, while your own commitments to classes, coursework, and your TA job filled your days from dawn till dusk.

The conversation between you over text seemed to flow effortlessly though. Whether it was during breaks between classes or late at night after a long day of work, hours slipped by unnoticed as you traded stories, shared interests, and laughed at each other's jokes. Even through the screen, you felt like there was undeniable chemistry.

In person, however, it was a different story. Whenever you crossed paths with Arthur in person, whether for the few minutes you had while entering or leaving your apartment, the atmosphere became charged with a hint of awkwardness. Your face-to-face interactions were tinged with an unspoken tension. Probably owing to the fact that neither of you had addressed the hot and steamy kiss shared the other night, leaving many unanswered questions. And neither of you knew how to broach the subject, leaving the issue lingering between you like an elephant in the room.

Today, you're rushing out of your apartment, a whirlwind of activity as you stuff papers into your backpack, your mind preoccupied with the evening class you volunteered to handle for a professor.

You stand outside the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently, waiting for the doors to open. As they slide open, you're about to step in when you're met with Arthur's smiling face.

"Hey," Arthur greets you warmly, his eyes brightening at the sight of you.

"Hey," you reply, mustering a smile as you step into the elevator beside him.

"How're things going?" Arthur asks, his voice laced with genuine interest.

"All good," you respond, offering a brief nod. "Just heading to TA for an evening class."

Arthur nods in understanding. "You've been pretty occupied lately, huh?"

You chuckle softly. "Yeah, well you know… Where are you off to?"

"I'm meeting some friends for a drink.", Arthur responds.

"That sounds fun," you say, though inwardly you can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that your paths are diverging once again.

The elevator ride continues in silence, the awkward tension lingering between you like a thick fog. You bite your tongue, racking your brain for something to say to break the uneasy atmosphere. Finally, just as the elevator doors slide open, you blurt out, "Are you free tomorrow night?"

Arthur's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Um, I think so," he replies, sounding intrigued.

"I was thinking of having a movie marathon," you explain, feeling a surge of nervous energy. "And I was hoping to have someone along for it."

A hint of a smile plays at the corners of Arthur's lips. "That sounds like a plan," he says, his eyes brightening with interest. "What were you thinking of watching?"

You grin, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "How about 'The Lord of the Rings'?" you suggest eagerly.

Arthur's eyes light up at the suggestion. "Yes! I love Lord of the Rings. Have you watched the extended versions? If not, we could watch those," he says, genuine excitement in his voice.

Just as excited, you reply, "Yeah! I’d love that."

"Great, sounds like a plan," Arthur confirms with enthusiasm.

Feeling a weight lift off your shoulders, you say, "My place tomorrow? I’ll text you the time."

"Definitely. I'll see you then," Arthur replies.

With that, you bid Arthur goodbye as you step out of the elevator, feeling a sense of excitement building in your chest. Maybe this movie marathon would finally give you the chance to address the elephant in the room and see where things could go with Arthur. But your thoughts are interrupted by the fact that you didn't want to be late to set up for class. You wave him goodbye and head out.

———————-

Before you know it, the day of your movie night arrives. You make sure to stock up on snacks and drinks, preparing for a cozy evening. With Sienna out of the city for work till next week, you have the place all to yourself. You take the time to set up the couch with extra pillows and grab an additional blanket from Sienna's room, ensuring everything is just right for your evening with Arthur.

However, for a fleeting moment, you can't help but overthink why you're going to such lengths. It's not like this was a date, just two friends hanging out. But you quickly brush off the thought when you hear a knock on your door. Taking a deep breath to shake off the nerves, you stride over to the door and swing it open, revealing Arthur standing on the other side.

"Hey!" he greets you with a warm smile, holding up a bag of snacks. "I brought some snacks for movie night. Hope you like popcorn and chocolate!"

You return his smile, feeling relieved at the sight of him. "That's perfect! Come on in," you say, stepping aside to let him enter. "I've set up the living room for our movie marathon. Make yourself at home."

As Arthur steps in, you close the door behind him, trying your best to calm your nerves. Tonight was supposed to be fun, you remind yourself, a simple movie watching experience between friends. Definitely not a date, just two friends hanging out.

You settle onto the couch, gesturing for Arthur to join you. He takes off his jacket and joins you. There's a brief moment of silence as you both get comfortable, but you're determined to keep the atmosphere light.

"So, how's your week been?" you asked, turning to Arthur in an attempt to break the awkward silence.

Arthur leaned back against the cushions, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Kind of busy," he replied with a chuckle. "Filming schedules have been hectic lately, but it's been pretty fun filming with my mates. How about you?"

You shrugged, a wry smile playing on your lips. "Same old, same old. Classes, TA gig, grading papers, dealing with undergrads….," You trail off, not wanting to bore him with the details of your day-to-day responsibilities.

But Arthur seems genuinely interested. "I bet you're great at it though," he says, leaning closer, his eyes sparkling with sincerity.

You feel a warmth spread through you at his words, grateful for his encouragement. "Haha, thanks, Arthur," you reply, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, your eyes locked with his.

As the movie progressed, you found yourselves immersed in discussing your favorite scenes and characters. The initial awkwardness began to dissipate, replaced by an easy flow of conversation and laughter, and soon the movie became nothing more than background noise.

Before long, you realized that as the conversation flowed, you were sitting much closer to Arthur. Your knees brushed against each other as you faced one another on the couch. His arm draped over the back, his fingers lightly grazing your shoulder, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

Lost in the moment, you couldn't help but wonder why you had ever felt awkward around him in the first place. It felt as though the universe had conspired to bring you together. The desire to kiss him again bubbled up inside you, igniting a warmth that spread through your entire being.

With each passing second, it became increasingly difficult to ignore the palpable tension between you, leaving you hopeful that perhaps Arthur felt the same way.

In the silence that followed, the air between you seemed charged with anticipation. Slowly, almost hesitantly, the two of you leaned in towards each other, the space between you narrowing with each heartbeat.

His gaze met yours, "This feels familiar," Arthur murmured, breaking the silence. You couldn't help but laugh, relieved that at least one of you had acknowledged it.

"Does it now?" you replied, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips. "So, you do remember."

"How could I forget?" Arthur's voice was barely above a whisper, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "It's been on my mind ever since."

As he leaned in closer, a surge of excitement coursed through you. "Well, good then," you replied, your heart pounding in your chest. Without hesitation, his lips meet yours.

You shifted closer, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him. With a gentle but firm grip, he pulled you onto his lap, your bodies fitting together perfectly as if they were meant to be intertwined. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body.

You melt into each other in a passionate kiss, the world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your own private universe. His lips were soft, moving with a rhythm that matched yours. With each brush of his lips, it sends the blood rushing down to your core.

Lost in the heat of the kiss, you pressed yourself closer to him. Tangling your hands in his soft hair, savoring the feeling of his arms around you, the warmth of his body against yours.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, you found yourself lost in his gaze, unable to tear your eyes away from his. And you couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at you with such intensity.

As you both caught your breath, a wave of relief washed over you, the tension that had been building between you finally dissipating. With a gentle smile, he breaks the silence, his voice soft but determined. "Let me take you on a proper date," he says, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Okay," you chuckle softly, feeling excited at his words, a fluttering in your stomach as you look back at him. "I’m free this Friday," you reply, your voice filled with warmth. With a playful smile, you lean in and give him a little peck on the lips.

———————-

You were thrilled when Arthur suggested meeting at the history museum after class, eagerly looking forward to spending time together. You even took the extra effort to dress up a bit for the occasion. However, as you hurriedly made your way there, excitement turned to frustration as you realized you were running late. The class you were assisting in had unexpectedly extended, leaving you racing against time as the museum's closing hour approached. You quickly texted Arthur, apologizing for the delay and assured him that you were on your way, determined to make it there as soon as possible.

Y/N: Hey, sorry I'm running a bit late 😅 Y/N: Class ran over, but I'll be there soon! Arthur: No worries at all. I'm just glad you can make it Arthur: Take your time 😊

With determination, you quicken your pace, determined not to let the opportunity slip away. As you finally arrive at the museum, you spot Arthur waiting patiently outside the entrance. He looks great, dressed in a nice crewneck sweatshirt and black cargos, it makes your heart skip a beat at just how good he looked.

You hurry over to him, eager to make up for lost time. "Hey!" you exclaim, a wide smile spreading across your face as you reach him.

"Hey," Arthur greets you warmly, his eyes lighting up with genuine delight at the sight of you. He opens his arms, inviting you into a warm embrace.

You gladly accept the hug, reveling in his warmth and the comforting scent of his cologne. "Sorry I'm late," you say softly, pulling away slightly to meet his gaze.

Arthur shakes his head, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "No need to apologize. I'm just happy you're here now," he assures you, his voice filled with warmth.

You feel a surge of relief at his response. "Thanks for waiting," you say gratefully, reaching out to give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Arthur squeezes your hand back, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Of course, it's no problem. We can always do something else if the museum's closed," he suggests, ever the considerate gentleman, despite the museum being almost 15 mins past closing.

But you shake your head, determined not to let the evening go to waste. "No, no, just trust me on this," you insist.

Arthur raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your enthusiasm. "Alright… I trust you," he says with a smile, willing to go along with your plan.

With a grin, you take Arthur's hand and lead him towards the side entrance of the museum. As you walk, you quickly glance at your phone to confirm the last-minute plans one final time, the ones you made on the subway over, sending a quick text message. Then, slipping your phone back into your pocket, you look up to flash Arthur a smile, and he returns it with warmth in his eyes.

You head to the side entrance and spot your friend. Waving enthusiastically, you exchange greetings and shake hands, expressing your gratitude once again. "Thank you again, I owe you big time," you say appreciatively.

"Not a problem at all," your friend responds warmly as he lets the two of you in "Anything for a friend. Just make sure to leave before 8 p.m."

You nod in agreement and turn to Arthur, excitement bubbling within you as you lead him inside. His curious gaze prompts you to explain the situation. "That guy was an old graduate advisor of mine," you begin, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "He's works here as a curator now."

Arthur's eyes widen with interest as he looks around, taking in the museum's atmosphere. "I have to say… that’s quite impressive," he remarks, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Yeah, his job's pretty cool," you reply, nodding in agreement.

But Arthur interrupts you before you can say anything further. "No, not that… you. You are quite surprising… in a good way," he adds with a playful smirk, his hand still holding yours. You feel a blush creeping up to your cheeks at his compliment.

You chuckle softly, feeling shy at his words, "Just give me more time to impress you further with my wildly interesting mind," you playfully quip, unable to contain the grin that spreads across your face.

Arthur's smile widens in response, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he admires your playful banter.

Turning away to hide your embarrassment, you reply, "Anyways, we have two hours now… best not waste any time," as you pull him towards the main hall.

The museum is bathed in the soft glow of a few lights, casting a gentle ambiance over the now empty hall. Excitement courses through you as you eagerly lead Arthur around, pointing out each exhibit with enthusiasm. Arthur listens intently, his eyes filled with genuine interest as he witnesses how passionate you sound.

With each second passing, he finds himself increasingly impressed by just how intelligent you are, finding himself melting at each of your words.

He often found himself just looking at you, mesmerized by your beauty, and sometimes forgetting to even glance at the displays. It still felt surreal to him that you were here with him right now.

"You know," you share, a hint of nostalgia coloring your voice, "when I was a kid, my dad used to bring me here whenever he had work in the city. He’d always bring me along with him."

"It's always been one of my favorite places in London," you conclude with a smile.

Arthur smiles warmly, his admiration evident as he responds, "I can see why."

As the two of you continue to explore the halls, the world outside the museum fades away, leaving you in your own private sanctuary. Stolen glances, brushes of hands, and a shared electricity fill the air, making this the most enjoyable date you've ever had.

As the evening progresses, you find yourselves completely immersed in each other's company, sharing stories and laughing without a care in the world. Arthur's admiration for you grows with each passing moment, his heart feeling lighter in your presence. Lost in the magic of the moment, you both find yourselves laughing and running around the museum halls, creating memories that will last a lifetime. Arthur captures candid photos of you, the echoes of your laughter filling the empty corridors.

Caught up in the magic of the moment, Arthur can't help but stare at you with admiration, his eyes drinking in your beauty. You stand before a display of jade artifacts, leaning closer to examine the intricate details, while sharing a story about a similar find or an excavation you volunteered on last year. "This is fascinating, isn’t it?" you remark, turning to Arthur with a sparkle in your eyes.

As you await his response, you're met with a lingering gaze, his eyes intense and unwavering. Feeling a warmth spread across your cheeks, you can't help but inquire with a small chuckle, "What?"

"You know," he begins, his voice soft with sincerity, "you're absolutely stunning."

You chuckle at his compliment, feeling a warm blush spread across your cheeks. "Oh, stop it," you tease, playfully nudging him. "You're not so bad yourself."

His gaze remains fixed on you, his expression filled with genuine affection. "I mean it," he insists, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're truly amazing."

You meet his gaze, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest. "Well, I guess I can't argue with that," you joke, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips. "But I must say, you're not so bad at dishing out compliments either." You pause, your tone softening. "Thanks, Arthur."

Arthur smiles warmly, his eyes reflecting the sincerity of his words. "Anytime," he replies, his hand squeezing yours gently. "I just call it like I see it."

With a contented sigh, you fully face him now, reveling in the comfortable silence that envelops you both. The quiet of the museum amplifies the intimacy of the moment, and you find yourself drawn to Arthur, his presence filling you with warmth and affection.

Arthur leans in closer, his heart pounding in his chest as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. As he pulls away slightly, his breath tickling your skin.

You smile back at him, your cheeks flushed as your hand finds the back of his head, gently pulling him closer. As your lips meet his, you eagerly return the kiss, losing yourself in the sensation of his lips against yours. In that moment, nothing else matters, not caring about the passing time or potential interruptions.

As you reluctantly pull away, a soft smile plays on your lips. "It's getting late," you murmur, glancing at your watch. "A lot later than we were supposed to stay."

Arthur rests his forehead against yours, smiling down at you. "Okay, let's head back," he suggests, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment.

"But hey, how about we grab dinner on the way back?" you suggest, a playful glint lighting up Arthur's eyes as he nods eagerly.

With a smile, you reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers as you make your way out of the museum. As you walk, you take a moment to text your friend, expressing your gratitude for letting the two of you sneak in and apologizing for overstaying your welcome.

———————-

After leaving the museum, the two of you walked a few blocks to a cozy restaurant nearby, to grab some food before you sadly had to end your date. The warm glow of the restaurant's interior welcomed you as you stepped inside, finding a quiet corner to enjoy your meal together.

As you savored each bite and shared lighthearted conversation, it became evident that neither of you were quite ready to end the evening just yet. With a reluctant sigh, you eventually found yourselves back in the lobby of your apartment building, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air as you stood side by side, nerves buzzing beneath the surface. Unable to resist the urge any longer, you finally turned to Arthur, your voice tinged with nervousness. "Do you want to come back to mine?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest.

Arthur's gaze met yours, his eyes reflecting a hint of apprehension. Slowly, he nodded his head, his own nerves evident.

He had been to your place before, but tonight felt different, the stakes somehow higher, or perhaps that was just the horny part of his brain taking over. He wanted nothing more than to be glued by your side, yet he also wanted to be respectful of your boundaries, especially after the wonderful time you had today.

A nervous chuckle escaped him as he tried to ease the tension. "I'd love to," he replied with a slight voice crack. You couldn't help but laugh, your laughter bubbling up uncontrollably, joined by his as you both shared in the moment, breaking the tension that had settled between you.

As soon as you and Arthur step into your apartment, the door closes behind you with a soft click, enveloping you both in the intimate glow of the dimly lit space. The air feels somewhat thicker, and though you had spent quite a cute and romantic evening, all you could think about was just how much you wanted him right now.

As if on autopilot, your body moves on its own accord. You close the distance between you in an instant, pressing your lips against his. Your hands instinctively find their way to his firm chest, while his slowly rise to grasp your waist, pulling you closer as you usher him further into the apartment. The kiss is hungry and urgent, reflecting the desire between you two.

You continue to kiss each other, your lips locked in a fervent kiss. Occasionally, you break apart just long enough to catch your breath. As the heat between you grows, your hands roam eagerly.

In the midst of your passionate exchange, you manage to breathe out a whispered "Bedroom," your warm breath grazing his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Without hesitation, you both stumble together towards the bedroom, both of you equally as eager.

Once you're in your bedroom, you guide him to sit on the edge of the bed, your movements fluid and confident. You position yourself between his legs, feeling the heat radiating from his body as his hands find their place on your hips, pulling you closer.

You lean in, capturing his lips again, igniting a fiery passion between you. His hands trail up the back of your shirt, leaving tingles in their wake as you deepen the kiss, your fingers tangling in his soft, fluffy hair.

With newfound boldness, his hands move down to your ass, giving it a teasing squeeze that sends a jolt of electricity through you, before he trails his hands down to the back of your thighs.

Arthur pulls you onto his lap, a low hum escaping his lips as you shuffle over his growing arousal. You bite down on his bottom lip, a gasp escaping you as you feel the hardness beneath his clothes. "God, Arthur," you breathe out, your voice heavy with desire as his hands continue to knead the soft flesh of your thighs.

As your shirts come off in the heat of the moment, your hands eagerly explore his body, tracing every contour and eliciting soft groans from him. His mouth and tongue muffle your shuddering gasp as you grind yourself against his clothed crotch, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of you. Your kisses grow more passionate, tongues intertwining, exploring each other's mouths desperately.

You pant out his name, your body overtaken by the intense sensation, but Arthur suddenly pulls away from the kiss and grips your hips firmly, halting your movements. Confusion clouds your expression, wondering if this wasn't what he wanted after all.

He notices the flicker of self-doubt in your eyes, his hand instinctively reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his smile as reassuring as ever. "Don't worry, darling," he begins, his voice gentle yet earnest. "I love what we're doing, don’t get me wrong…big fan of sex, and you are incredibly sexy. But I just want to make sure you know that I like you very much, Y/n. I mean, really like you. This is more than just something physical for me. I love spending time with you, and I think you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever had the opportunity to lay my eyes on."

You melt at his heartfelt words, a blush creeping up on your cheeks at his sincerity. Arthur's genuine expression reassures you, his intent clear as day. It's endearing how he takes the time to ensure there's no doubt in your mind about his feelings.

You reach for his face, holding it gently between your hands as you stare deeply into his captivating eyes. "I really like you too, you know," you admit, sincerity echoing in your voice. "I don't just jump into bed with any odd guy." A smile dances on your lips as you share a brief moment of understanding, sealing it with a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

As you pull back, his fingers linger on your waist for a few seconds, sending goosebumps rippling across your skin in a sweet, tingling sensation.

As you resume kissing, your hands begin to trail down to the button of his trousers, starting to undo them. But once again, Arthur stops you, gently pulling away from your embrace. "Wait," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, "Lay down on your back for me."

You comply, as Arthur gently moves you off of him, the anticipation building as you settle onto the bed, watching intently as Arthur moves closer. With ease, he helps you slide off your jeans and panties, his touch sending tingles down your spine, each moment feeling more intimate than the last.

Once you're fully exposed before him, Arthur takes a moment to admire the sight before him, his gaze filled with desire and admiration. He begins to remove his own clothes, his movements deliberate yet filled with an undeniable hunger.

The atmosphere in the room shifted from one of urgency and desperation to something lighter and sweeter. He leaned over you, his touch gentle and reassuring as he positioned himself between your legs. With one hand resting softly on your hip and the other providing support beside you, he lowered his head to spread kisses along your body. Each touch of his lips spreads a heat throughout your body, making you even wetter than you already were.

As his lips found their way to your breast, a soft sigh escaped your lips. Arthur's mouth moved with a practiced rhythm, his movements calculated to elicit the sweetest of moans from you. With each kiss and gentle suckle, he drew out your pleasure, his touch igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment.

His lips trailed from your breast to your neck, peppering delicate kisses along the sensitive skin. Finding a spot that made you gasp and arch your back, he lingered there, his ministrations drawing out a deep, primal moan from deep within you. He had surely left a mark, something that you would have to worry about covering up tomorrow.

Arthur shifts slightly, supporting himself as he rises, granting you an enticing view of his hard cock. With a few quick pumps of his hand, he looks at you, both your eyes glazed with undeniable lust. Without a word, he poses the question, "Condom?"

Your body slightly moves to the side and your hand reaches instinctively to the nightstand drawer, quickly retrieving a foil packet. You tear it open, pulling out the condom. As you carefully slide it down his throbbing length, a soft groan escapes him, his body responding eagerly to your gentle touch.

The anticipation hangs heavy in the air as the two of you lock eyes, dark with desire. You search his eyes for any hint of hesitation or doubt, but all you find is pure admiration reflected back at you. And in that moment, there was no need for words, you knew how much you craved each other.

He gently rubs the tip of his cock against you. Your eyes shut tight, a soft moan escaping your lips as you feel the sensation of his cock exploring your wet folds.

Arthur's voice breaks through the haze of desire as he asks, "Ready?" You nod eagerly in response, your body craving the intimate connection that only he can provide. With a gentle thrust, he enters you, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips. Your hands instinctively grip his shoulders for support, while his hands firmly grasp your hips, guiding each rhythmic movement with care.

You pant out his name between breathy moans, the sound reverberating in the air as he continues to thrust into you. "Arthur," you gasp.

He pauses, his movements slowing, and he looks down at you with genuine concern. "Is this okay?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for any hint of discomfort. In that moment, the connection between you felt deeper than mere physicality and it all started to feel more intimate and meaningful.

He waits for your response, his breath mingling with yours as he gazes into your eyes. When you nod in affirmation, a wave of relief washes over his face. With a tender smile, he resumes his movements, each stroke of his cock against you more passionate and deliberate than the last.

Arthur murmurs, "Y/N, you feel absolutely amazing, darling," as he grunts with each slow thrust, a subtle force behind each movement now, hitting your sweet spot deliciously.

You grip his shoulders tighter, your voice a low moan. "Fuck, Arthur."

Your moans and grunts intertwine, echoing throughout the empty apartment as the two of you become lost in each other.

Arthur rests his forehead against yours, his movements still steady as he continues to pleasure you. A soft smile graces his lips as he whispers, "You're so beautiful, Y/N," planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Your mind swims in a sea of pleasure, every sensation heightened as you surrender to the moment.

Arthur maintains his pace, gradually speeding up as the intensity between you heightens. Each movement feels like a perfect fit, as if your bodies were made to intertwine in this exact moment. As you feel your orgasm approaching, you can't help but release a string of uncontrollable moans, "Shit, Arthur, I'm close."

Arthur slows his pace slightly, his thrusts becoming deeper and more intense with each movement. You can feel him filling you completely, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Me too," he responds breathlessly, his arousal evident in his voice, matching the urgency in yours.

Moments later, Arthur reaches his peak, his release triggering your own. You cry out into the crook of his neck as waves of ecstasy wash over you, your bodies trembling in the aftermath of shared pleasure.

Both of you are left as absolute panting messes, your bodies still intertwined. His lips move across your face, peppering tender kisses everywhere, trailing down to your neck where he places a kiss at the mark he had previously left.

Gently, he pulls out of you and excuses himself momentarily. He returns with a wet towel from the bathroom, carefully cleaning you up before tossing the towel aside. A gentle peck on your lips follows, his affectionate gesture speaking volumes.

Settling into the spot next to you, he pulls you onto his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you. "I'm so lucky to have met you," he murmurs softly, his words laced with sincerity. He places a sweet peck on your forehead, feeling the weight of the day finally catch up with you as sleep begins to overtake you.

You snuggle closer, a contented smile gracing your lips. "No you have no idea how lucky I am," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. With a final sigh of contentment, you drift off into a peaceful slumber in his embrace, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a deep sleep.

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↳ Index [Day 19 - Facesitting & CBT]

Pairing: Sanguis!Yoongi x f.Reader 

Kinks: Vampire!Yoongi, Switching, oral (f.&m.receiving), 69ning, face sitting, cock worship, CBT, ball busting, cock slapping, pinching, biting, handjob, dirty talk, praise, forced milking, tears, yoongi in a manbun & wet hair, the trope of supernatural being barely controlling their animalistic desire for their human lover, yoongi’s monster tongue

Wordcount: 6.5k

a/n: just fyi this almost escalated into her riding the craze outta his cock while he is a whiney boy and i had to stop myself because that wasn’t in the requests. either way *yells* I LOVE SANGUIS ALPHA YOONGI WITH MY ENTIRE HEART!! Writing for him always makes me so warm & fuzzy. Besties we are going down together, they are so needy for each other and i agree 🤍

Yoongi’s head hits the mattress, knocking a throaty laugh out of him. His eyes are crinkled in a smile, his head is dizzy in happiness.

“Fuck, princess”, he gets out, arching his back in an attempt to get comfortable.

“Yoongi”, you moan, straddling him just to cup his face and pull him into a deep kiss.

Yoongi groans, big hands gripping your waist and abs working hard now that you are pulling him close to you and therefore forcing his head to lift from the sheets.

You basically lick into his mouth, almost breaking his nose from just how close you press your face. Yoongi cracks up, breaking the kiss.

“Princess wait”, he laughs and laughs even harder when you chase him, “wait, love hey.”

“Yoongi please kiss me”, you beg, grabbing him by the back of his head just to pull him onto your lips.

“Can I not even take my shoes off?” he whines, turning his head just enough that you end up kissing his jawline. Not that this seems to affect you in any way. With a hungry moan rumbling in your chest, you devour his pretty jawline, lips dancing to his neck every now and then as well. You moan each time that happens, inhaling deeply just the get a whiff of his perfume.

“Ah fucking shit princess that feels fucking good”, he moans and exhales shakily, “you’re making it fucking hard”, he whines and chuckles breathily.

“Good. Don’t get up”, you answer him, kissing him right under his ear where it feels the best.

“Princess please”, he groans, voice shaky in arousal and head tilting back in both frustration and pleasure.

“I missed you so much”, you growl against his neck, “fucking missed you so much.”

“Princess”, he whines when you bite down on his neck, “please let me slip outta my shoes at least, please.”

Yoongi wasn’t with you for the past month and ten days. Your life past Namjoon may be peaceful, but that doesn’t mean that the world was. Chaos still existed in some parts of it. Chaos created by the one Creator who terrorised you for way too long. Followers, friends and past lovers of Namjoon still haunted cities and towns and that is why Yoongi left again for such a long time, taking Jungkook and Hoseok with him and meeting an old friend on the road. You didn’t hear a lot from him in those forty endless days. Safe for his signature short yet sweet text messages of “look princess” with pictures of flowers, cats or pretty architecture attached, you didn’t hear a lot from him and the others. You cherished each picture and always told him just how much you missed him and that you were looking forward to the day he returned home to you.

Yoongi felt the same. He really, really did. All he wants to do these days is be with you, talk to you, kiss you, cook for you, enjoy things with you, love you like crazy. So whenever he hears of a new sighting of Namjoon’s followers, his heart stings as this means he has to leave you again. Yoongi doesn’t want to leave these days and misses you like crazy whenever he finds himself in a hotel room instead of your shared forever home.

He is so happy to be finally home, craving your kiss like nothing in the world. If only he wasn’t still so dirty from the road.

“Princess please my shoes”, he tries again, whining loudly when you begin unbuttoning his leather jacket.

“Relax, I’ll do it for you”, you mumble, ripping the jacket open to reveal his torso to your eyes. Hugged by a black, skin tight turtleneck and surrounded by the warm smell of him, you almost find yourself crawling right in there. You lower yourself and inhale loudly, making Yoongi laugh.

“What are you doing?” he asks you, giggling because your nose tickles his tummy.

“I want to live inside this place”, you growl against him.

“What? My stomach?”

“No. Your jacket when you’re warm. You smell so fucking good”, you say, inhaling as loudly and deeply as you can.

“You’re so weird”, he mumbles with fondness in his voice.

You climb off of him and with one rough tug, pull him into a sitting position.

“Hot”, Yoongi lulls, letting you slip off his jacket and then feel up his shoulders, “wait”, he widens his eyes when seconds later you have the audacity to tug his turtleneck off of him, squishing his nose in the process and ruining his once neatly-done bun. Now it is slanted to the side and strands of his hair are hanging out everywhere, covering parts of his face as well.

“Urgh Yoongi Boongie”, you growl, throwing his turtleneck on the floor almost angrily just so you can cup his face instead. You squish his cheeks, eyes racing over his features, “you are so sexy with your hair like this. I want to eat you whole.”

You probably would have tugged him into a kiss, if Yoongi hadn’t stopped you with a finger on your lips.

“Wait please”, he laughs.

“What’s the matter? Was the shirt too much? Gosh my prince, I’m sorry I-“

“Hush”, he interrupts you, “I’m fine, just sweaty. Please can I shower first?”

“But I don’t mind sweat. You don’t have to shower for me.”

“Yeah, but I mind. My cock’s fucking rancid from being on bike all day and being stuck into those fucking tight pants.”

You roll your eyes, “you’re such a neat freak, I wouldn’t even have minded.”

“I do.”

“I know, I know. God I know”, you squish his cheeks, “you have fifteen minutes and then I will break into the bathroom and fuck you against the wall. Violently.”

Yoongi chuckles, “give me ten and I’m done”, he says, patting your butt softly.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you very yearningly”, you step back.

“I’ll shower very yearningly too”, he chuckles and stands up to hurry to the bathroom.

 Yoongi keeps his promise and returns ten minutes later, wrapped in nothing but a towel and with his long hair damp from washing it.

“I missed my shower so much”, he says, walking confidently even with such little clothing on, because he feels safe with you, “this rejuvenated me, the water's so soft and-“, he stops in his steps abruptly, eyes widening and mouth falling open. Here you are, completely naked and with your legs spread, waiting for him on his bed.

“You’re back”, you say, moving sensually just for his viewing pleasure.

“Princess you-“, he uses his powers to move to you within an inkling of a second. Now he is between your legs, hands holding your face and eyes ruby in arousal. His chest is heaving up and down quickly, “-you’re gonna be the fucking death of me one day. You are the most incredible woman ever.”

“Then kiss me like you mean it”, you challenge.

Yoongi growls, pulling you into the deepest, most passionate kiss ever. He doesn’t want to hold back anymore. He missed you like crazy and he is determined on showing you just how much. He tastes like toothpaste, minty and fresh, and like the honey chapstick he always uses. It’s an addicting taste, making you crave more and more with each passing second. 

You let yourself fall into the sheets gladly, moaning desperately when Yoongi claims his right on top of you and rolls his hips into you. The towel keeps him from truly connecting with you, but that doesn’t stop him from making you feel as if he was already making the hottest love to you. He is hardening, making you wet in the process. You feel dizzy and breathless, twisting his damp hair to the point where he needs to moan into the kiss. 

His touch is magic, dancing over your body without an end in sight. Your arms, your breasts, your stomach and hips. Down your legs, up your thighs and waist, along your collarbones. He chokes you as softly as he can, touches your breasts again, plays with your nipples, cups your cheeks and ruts against you with an animalistic need. And you are a mess. A dripping, desperate mess. 

“I’m feral”, he confesses, voice deep and raspy, “I literally feel feral for you. I need you so fucking much.”

You believe him because as he spoke, you could see glimpses of his fangs and the faintest shimmers of his black veins on his cheeks.

"Yoongi", you whimper.

“Your pussy’s so wet. I can smell her”, he rasps, inhaling deeply.

“I am”, you moan, trying to pull him back into a kiss.

“I wanna eat you out so bad”, he growls.

“Do it please”, you say, opening your legs further and drowning him in more of your smell.

“Fuck princess”, he hisses and drops his forehead against yours, “that’s why I hate leaving you. I can barely even control myself around you once I’m back.”

“Then don’t. Fucking lose control, please.”

Yoongi growls demonically, gripping the pillow punishingly hard. He lifts his head, giving view to the black veins on his cheeks. They pulsate, appearing and disappearing in an endless fight of control and chaos.

“Sit on my face”, he gets out.

“What?” you gasp, stomach clenching in arousal.

“Sit on my face. That’s the only way I can promise that I won’t rip you apart.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot”, you moan, tracing his black veins, “then lie down.”

Yoongi uses his strength to flip you and him over. You waste no time, claiming your place on top of him. You’re experts at those movements, having done them countless times before. Your knees hit the sheets, his hands grip your thighs. His head hits the pillows, you chase him with a wiggle. Yoongi looks at you and moans.

“Wait, what are you doing?” he asks, staring at your butt now that you have your back turned to him.

“Taking what I've had to miss out on”, you answer and open the towel, exposing his hard cock to your eyes. 

Yoongi groans, squirming under you until you press your hands into his thighs, pinning him down. He is aching in desperation. All he needs is your mouth.

“I’ve missed that cock so much. So fucking perfect”, you say and seconds later Yoongi feels the burning warmth of your mouth around his cock. 

"Fuuuuck", he drags out the word, dimpling the pillow from throwing his head back, "you're fucking insane…princess….holy fuck…” he moans, fingers digging into your thighs and mouth falling open as far as possible. He’ll never grow tired of how you suck cock, “I missed you so much…oh god baby..my princess...”

You moan around his cock, bopping your head up and down quickly. He sounds so sweet like that. So into what you are doing, so goddamn sexy. You don’t care that you’re drooling all over your hand and his cock. You also don't care that he makes you gag each time you go down especially deep. You don’t care about anything other than his cock and how good he tastes. 

“Keep going, you perfect fucking woman”, he growls and wraps his strong arms around your hips to finally push your pussy down onto his face. He needs to taste you too. You smell so fucking sweet. He needs to get lost in you as you suck him off. There is no better thing in the world to him.

You whimper around him, squeezing your eyes shut. Okay maybe there are two things you care about. His cock and how insanely good he eats your pussy. 

His tongue is restless and sloppy, his lips are eager and rough and even his fangs give you a little touch every now and then. And when someone like Yoongi allows his fangs to be out, one can be sure that the current sensation is truly driving him to the brink of losing control. 

You moan loudly, speeding up your movements and jerking off the inches you can’t fit. It is difficult to concentrate when all you really want to do is crumble into a million pieces of utter bliss, but you have to keep going. You didn’t have him for forty long days and now you don’t want to stop. No matter how difficult Yoongi’s perfect tongue makes it.

“I love that, baby. Love it so much”, you lull, lips pressed against his cock and wrapping around him right afterwards, gliding down until you he tickles the back of your throat.

Yoongi’s in his personal heaven. He missed you so much and now he can finally reconnect with you again through one of his favourite things. Sixty-nining with the girl of his dreams. Yoongi seriously is in paradise, holding you oh so close as his growing tongue wiggles into your hole. He never wants this to stop.

“Ah”, you break away from his cock because of it, “Y-Yoongi, oh my god”, you croak, convulsing in a desperate shudder, “w-wait that’s, that’s making it so..hard…”

Yoongi soothes you with a slow touch to your butt, moaning into you as his tongue curls against your g-spot. 

“Yoongi you’re so mean”, you moan, straightening up and supporting yourself with your hands on his thighs. You tilt your head back, lips parting as you gasp for desperate air. You can feel how he’s stretching you out and filling you up. Wet and hot, wiggling deeper and deeper.

“You’re so mean. I can’t concentrate like that”, you whine, chasing him in an arch of your back.

Yoongi loves this. He loves it when you arch your back and he can reach you even deeper. He loves it when you whine for him and when he gets you that desperate that you forget to suck him off. There is just something so insanely hot about knowing that he pleases you well enough that you forget about everything around him, even his cock. He allows his tongue to grow, lapping up your taste straight from the source. Sweet. So goddamn sweet.

Slap! 

Sharp pain shoots through his cock, forcing him to twitch in surprise. He breaks away from your pussy.

“What the hell?” he croaks, chasing the fading burn with desperate hips. He needs it again. Needs it like fucking crazy.

“It’s for making it so difficult to suck you off”, you lull, chasing him with a wiggle of your hips.

One that Yoongi stops with a strong squeeze. His eyes are glued to your pussy. Up close and personal he gets the best view of how wet and dripping he’s got you. He licks his lips, chasing you secretly because all he really wants to do is drown in you.

“So it’s my fault?” he taunts.

“Yes.”

He chuckles, “fucking do it again. I dare you”, he rasps, rolling his hips up.

You slap his cock with the flat of your hand, eliciting a moan of your name from him. It means something when Yoongi moans your name. He rarely does it and when he does, you can be sure that you are doing something right. 

You slap his cock again, gripping it tightly by its base. It leaks angrily, spilling all over his shaft and bulging veins. He growls and squeezes your hips. It’s so goddamn addicting to slap his pretty dick. You have to do it again.

Slap!

Hard and precise.

Rough and punishing.

His legs jerk, cock throbbing between your tight grip. You watch it happening with a racing heart. He is so hot when he is writhing for you. Cock all sensitive and senses on high alert from pain. He’s prettiest like that.

“That feels so fucking good, don’t stop”, he rasps and pushes your pussy back onto his face. His tongue laps at your clit, lips sucking on your pussy and throat rattling in hungry growls. Is he doing it for himself or solely to thank you for making his cock hurt? Nobody knows, not even Yoongi.

With your thighs shaking and your head feeling dizzy, you lift your hand for another spank. You can barely keep your eyes open to watch the impact it has on Yoongi, body getting dragged back into the warm heaven only Yoongi’s mouth can make you feel. Figuratively speaking just as literally because Yoongi keeps on dragging you back onto him, arms way too strong to fight him off.

You slap him again, making sure to hit his cockhead. Yoongi moans sacrilegiously and squirts precum all over your fingers. His tongue slips back into your pussy, growing instantly to fuck you harshly. You couldn’t even take a breath and you are stretched and plugged, convulsing right around his wet muscle.

"Shit, so good", you mewl, "Yoongi please don’t stop. It’s so good." 

You strike his cock as a reward, gripping his balls harshly afterwards to squeeze them as strongly as you can.

It hurts so much. The pressure’s feels as if it’s actually going to burst his balls. Yoongi tries to flee, bending his legs before deciding to instead kick the sheets desperately. But you only squeeze down harder, jerking off his cockhead with just two fingers in the meantime. The mewl Yoongi lets out, you ignore, riding on the surge of power only torturing his cock can bring you.

"You've got the prettiest fucking cock", you rasp, "it's so leaky. Such a pretty little thing", you add, slapping it just as you squeeze his balls harshly, “such a pretty, pretty thing”, you rasp as you hit him repeatedly in gentle yet quick spanks right on his frenulum.

"Please", Yoongi whimpers, veins filling with the tingle of pain. He kicks the sheets again, hips chasing you desperately. 

"Please what?" you challenge, holding his burning tip between your fingers.

"Please don’t stop", he pleads and buries his tongue back in you. You taste so much sweeter ever since you began hurting him. He knows that it's because you get off on it and he fucking loves that you do. He gets off on the pain, needing it to stay focused just as much as he needs it to still this fucked-up, twisted desire to be tortured inside him. 

You slap his cock harshly, twisting his balls just once before squeezing them tightly. The pain is indescribable, seeping into the deepest parts of him and lingering there as scorching flames of pleasure. He fucks your hole in gratefulness, lower face grinding against your clit and face messy in your wetness. 

“You’re doing so well”, you praise him, “almost makes me feel bad for hurting you”, you say just as you spank his cock.

Yoongi breaks away from you again, cursing graphically before letting out a throaty laugh.

“Keep going”, you order, pinching his skin for a change.

“Okay fuck”, he groans, arching his back as best as possible, “please don’t do that, you’re making it really hard to concentrate.”

“Why? Is it too much for you, mhm?” you challenge, digging your nails into his cock just to drag them down to his balls. You scratch them as well, watching in delight how he tries to flee with a squirm.

“Hurts”, he croaks in a trembling voice.

“Too much?”

“No just”, he gazes at your pussy, “hard to concentrate.”

“Try harder then”, you say, dragging your nails up his cock to the point where deep red streaks appear on his skin. They heal within seconds but the deep burn still remains, forcing new droplets of precum out of him.

You lower yourself, taking his leaky cock back into your hungry mouth. He tastes like desperation and pain, sitting on your tongue as if he was made just for you. You swirl your tongue over his tip first just to clean him off and then you bite down.

“___ please”, Yoongi begs, “I’m gonna cum if you- ah”, he forgets everything he wanted to say, feeling tears well up in his eyes as your teeth dig deeper, “please I’m close, don’t do t-that.”

But you only moan, sinking down on him with your lips wrapped around him. Once down, you lift yourself again, using your teeth for it because you know Yoongi’s into that shit. You bite his tip and squeeze his balls in your fingers, forcing him to tremble uncontrollably.

“Please slow”, he begs.

You lift your head, “stop whining”, you order, spanking his cock.

“Oh god, ah”, he moans, fucking the air, “ah please.”

“Your cock’s so cute”, you ignore his begs, running your hand over it, “wow so hot”, you gasp, “you’re burning up, my prince”, you add, stroking him quickly and with a certain pressure to it.

Yoongi’s restless legs open further, his hands fall from your hips solely to twists the sheets instead. His head is fucking pounding. He’s aware that sex with you feels different and better than any other sex he had in his three thousand years of living, but this is insane. He swears he can actually feel the blood pound in his head because of your touch, knowing very well that this was impossible, but he swears you currently make it possible. He gasps for air and gasps and gasps and gasps. Fuck, he can’t breathe. This is too good.

“You’re the cutest when you’re like this. All hot and sensitive just for me”, you say, slapping his cock twice before jerking him off again without giving him a second of break.

The burn goes so deep that Yoongi wonders if those flames burn straight through him. You hit the spots which have already gotten so sensitive and now you’re touching them without mercy.

He presses out a mixture of a keen and a whimper, trying to arch his back and failing miserably with your weight still on him. Like this you slip down his body so your pussy’s grinding right against his pecs, covering his heated skin in your essence.

“It’s too much”, he whines, thighs trembling when you massage his tip, “please it’s too much.”

“I don’t believe you”, you say, cupping his balls, “you’re not even close to desperate, don’t pretend with me Yoongi. I know how your balls feel when it’s too much”, you say, squeezing them harshly.

Yoongi groans, voice breaking into a squeak at the end.

“Feel that?” you tug them as you squeeze them, “I couldn’t do that if it’d was too much.”

“But it is”, he insists, “I wanna cum please.”

“Adorable”, you say, releasing his balls to instead slap them harshly.

“Ah”, he gasps, squeezing his legs together to squirm on the bed from side to side, “oh god that hurts.”

“Open your legs”, you order, forcing them apart with all your strength. It’s an easy task because of how weak you have gotten him, “do you think I want to hurt you? Of course not, but you’re giving me no other choice”, you say, giving his balls a little break to instead spank his cockhead. You keep it resting on your left palm, using your right hand to torture his weeping slit.

“I’m cumming”, Yoongi croaks, seeing stars behind his squeezed shut lids.

“You’re cumming? You’re cumming from getting your cock spanked hm?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi lets out the most high-pitched, not Yoongi like whimper ever, “now please.”

“You’re so cute”, you taunt, slipping your hand back to his balls to crush them harshly.

“Now please”, Yoongi squeaks, thighs trembling like crazy.

“Cum for me”, you order, spanking his cock one last time.

“___!” Yoongi yelps, crumbling on the spot. He covers his tummy and parts of his thighs with his white seed, balls pulsating between your fingers and cock throbbing aggressively. All while the loudest and lewdest moans escape his throat, letting you know that Yoongi was currently lost. Completely and utterly lost to everything except the orgasm you make him feel.

“Look at you. So pretty. That’s so good, cum for me”, you talk him through his high, pussy dripping all over his chest because of how into this you are. You’ll never grow tired of the fact that you can make him and Jungkook cum with cock spanks. The best student learned from the best teacher so it seems or maybe the teacher learned from the student. Who knows. All you know however, is that Yoongi’s climaxing like crazy, chanting fragments of your name before having to gasp and whimper instead.

“There we go, such a good boy”, you praise, taking his cock between your fingers to touch him through his afterglow and overstimulating him like crazy in the process.

Yoongi groans, squeezing his legs together. It hurts so much, it’s the best fucking pain he ever felt.

“You’re such a cutie. Look at you still being so hard”, you taunt, massaging his cockhead, “do you like that?”

“Please stop”, he begs, squirming under you.

“It’s a lot isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re almost done, my prince. Just gotta make sure you’re all milked dry. We wouldn’t want you walking around with all this cum still inside you, would we?” you say, squeezing his balls and forcing an angry spurt of cum out of him. It covers his pubes and happy trail, reaching parts of his belly button as well, “see? You’re not empty yet.”

“I can’t breathe”, he whimpers, “I, I can’t b-breathe.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Almost done”, you assure him and spank his cock.

Yoongi chokes out the most distorted sound of torment, hitting the pillow with his head repeatedly. He thought that you got him sensitive before, but he was wrong. He’s going to pass out and it’s going to be your fault. He doesn’t quite know exactly how his cock reacts to the spank, but it must be something good because you reward him with another spank and your nails digging into the sensitive skin of his balls. This time around he feels the warmth squirt out of him and run down his cock as you force him to leak. Yoongi swears he sees a part of heaven because of it.

“So pretty, fuck. Your cock’s all covered in it”, you rasp, pressing your thumb against the swollen vein on the underside of his cock. The pressure’s enough to force more streaky droplets of cum out of him, “your vein’s so swollen. It must be so stuffed, mustn’t it?” you say, pinching it harshly.

Yoongi chokes out syllables which couldn’t be possibly any language on this earth, fingers ripping the sheets. He pulls his hips up, drops them again, wiggles from side to side and he has no goddamn control over any of those movements, being slave to them whilst wishing for your mercy.

“One last time, yeah?” you say, digging your finger into the spot you just pinched just to drag it up to his tip, applying enough pressure to his vein that Yoongi swears he can literally feel the cum move inside him. What he is sure of is that he can feel it cover his tummy in almost burning hot layers. He leaks so much that it runs down his sides, covering the now ripped sheets.

“There we go. That was fucking perfect”, you praise, releasing the pressure around his balls.

Relief overtakes him so aggressively that he finds himself sobbing your name. He never sobs, but he can’t stop it from happening. Not tonight. Not after that.

“What was that?” you ask him in total surprise, looking over your shoulder.

Yoongi is sniffling, tip of his nose a deep rosy colour and pretty lashes carrying little pearls of unshed tears. He didn’t even notice that you stopped touching his cock, just as he most definitely hadn’t heard what you just said.

“Yoongi baby”, you gasp, turning around just to take his head between your hands.

Yoongi flinches and finally comes back to you, peeling his eyes open with struggle. He blinks a few times, forcing his tears to roll down his temples. You wipe them away quickly and with a deep frown of worry on your face.

“Are you okay?” you ask him to which Yoongi shakes his head vigorously, “oh my prince, I’m sorry was I too rough? I’m sorry, don’t cry please.”

Yoongi reaches up and pulls you close until your forehead rests against his’. He sniffles.

“I’m so dizzy”, he whispers brokenly, dragging his thumbs over your cheekbones tiredly. It is as if you brought him to the brink of total exhaustion, “my head hurts”, he whimpers, letting out the smallest, littlest sob.

“Gosh, I’m sorry”, you breathe, kissing his forehead repeatedly, “does this help?”

“Yeah”, he lets out, shuddering in an exhausted whimper.

“I feel so bad now”, you confess, “gosh, my prince I didn’t wanna hurt you. I’m really sorry.”

“No don’t feel bad”, he whispers, voice small and tiny but oh so loving, “I loved it.”

“You did?” you lift your lips to look into his eyes.

He sniffles and nods his head, eyes glimmering from his tears but also from happiness.

“You’re always so mean to me”, he says and sniffles.

“I’m mean to you?” you gasp, widening your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m telling you to stop and you keep going a-and then I can’t breathe and cum like crazy. It’s so mean”, he whines, making you giggle fondly.

“You’re so cute.”

“Don’t laugh at me”, he complains.

“But you’re so adorable”, you say, taking his chin between two of your fingers just to pull him into a kiss.

Yoongi moans, hooking his fingers behind your head to keep you from pulling away. He even sits up slightly, using your body to hold himself up. He’s so fucking naked with you. In more way than one. Body bared and soul laid open, you’ve got him wrapped around your every finger. Especially after such a high. Nobody can make him climax like you do. Nobody ever could and nobody ever will. Just you. Only you. You. His beloved princess. Yoongi’s fucking addicted to orgasms when you’re the one giving them to him.

The kiss breaks, but you keep close. Your eyes are both closed, your breathing is sped up. He holds you so tightly, needing your closeness like nothing else.

“Can you sit on me again? Please?” he asks.

“Shouldn’t we give you a little break?” you make sure.

“No, I’m good again, just wanna have your pussy please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please”, Yoongi mewls softly, tilting his head up and making his nose brush against your cheek, “Kitten’s greedy for pussy, please”, he whispers.

“Fuck Yoongi, I’m so into you”, you press out, squeezing his cheeks, “I want to squish you to death, you fucking-”, you stop yourself and take a deep breath, “okay, okay. Kitten can have pussy. Lie down.”

Yoongi follows without complaint, dark hair sprawling all over the pillow and eyes sparkling in the most devoted eagerness ever. He even goes as far as to make grabby hands at you, whining your name with pouted lips.

“Stop being so cute oh my god”, you gasp, taking his cheeks between your fingers just to squish them.

Yoongi drops his hands, sagging his shoulders and lips parting as his eyes are gazing at your face. You are towering over him, knees on each side of his shoulders and eyes warm in fondness. Yoongi is so goddamn smitten for you, feeling oh so breathless.

“I’m not cute”, he murmurs, holding his breath when you lower yourself in reaction. Now your lips are almost brushing against his’, making him ache for a kiss from you.

“You are the cutest ever”, you whisper, “and you know that you are, stop pretending like you aren’t doing this on purpose.”

“Doing what on purpose?”

“Acting cute.”

Yoongi is dizzy. He loves bickering with you so much. Oh god he feels so soft and tiny and safe right now. He smiles boyishly, making you smile as well. You let out a soft chuckle, letting go of his cheeks just to run the back of your hand over it.

“My cute prince”, you whisper, stealing a chaste yet loving kiss from him before finally straightening up to climb on top of his face.

“___”, he presses out, arms wrapping around your legs and eyes falling to your pussy, “oh my beloved princess, I fucking love you like crazy”, he gets out and with one harsh press, lowers you onto his mouth.

You gasp, hands falling to the headboard and back arching in bliss. You can feel the difference so well. The distinct, maddening warmth is seeping through you Yoongi can only tickle out of you if he’s pouring his all into pleasing you. And you have to admit, it’s goddamn addicting. Torturing his poor, little cock while sitting on him was fun, but this is the real deal. The real goddamn deal. Because if there is one thing, your sweet prince is good at then it is serving you. Whether it be as your loving Dom or as you cute sub, Yoongi’s whole purpose is to serve.

His eyes are closed, his cheeks are rosy, his hands are restless on your body. He moans happily, lapping at your pussy with an almost relaxed tempo to it. Like he was getting lost more and more in you, taking you on the slowest, most intense journey.

“Not gonna lie, that’s like a lot”, you confess, tilting your head back.

Yoongi acknowledges you with a purr, placing his hands on your lower back to rub slow circles into your skin. He takes your clit between his lips and sucks softly. Shivers run down your spine, your legs close around his head in a soft squeeze.

“Yoongi it’s so good”, you sigh.

“___”, he gets out, making you lower your head and peel your eyes open.

He is gazing at you, eyes glimmering in happy tears and love. He smiles with them, hands giving your butt a soft squeeze.

“You’re so pretty”, he says and kisses your pussy, “really pretty”, he adds between his kisses.

“You’re so cute”, you whisper, burying your hand in his hair to caress it slowly. It is still damp from the shower, but the ends are slowly drying already, tickling your palm each time you run your hand to the back of his head.

Yoongi mewls and closes his eyes in shyness, hands running to your inner thighs just to caress them slowly. He sucks on your clit, dancing his tongue over her afterwards just to repeat the movements over and over again until your body floats on warmth.

“That’s it, keep going”, you sigh, closing your eyes as you allow yourself to get lost in his attention.

Yoongi runs his hands to your outer thighs, palms soft and fingers gentle. He proves to you once again that he carries nothing but tenderness in his soul, making you feel so loved with just a touch of his hands.

His tongue abandons your clit for a moment just to trace your entrance. He moans, brows furrowing in bliss upon tasting your sweetness.

“Yoongi?” you whisper.

“Mhm?”

“Can you make your tongue grow again? Please?”

“Mhhm”, he hums and forces his tongue to slip into your hole just to let it grow upon your wish.

“Yes…” your sigh sounds so sweet to his ears, the happiness in your voice fills him with so much warmth. He doesn’t hate his curse when you’re with him. Maybe he even likes it because he can make you feel good with it.

He runs his right hand to your inner thigh and up to your pussy. His hand places itself right above your pussy, thumb slipping down to your clit. The sensation feels electric, making you clench around his tongue and almost lose your balance. You slam your other hand back onto the headboard in the last moment, gripping it as tightly as possible.

“Holy fuck”, you squeak, scrunching your nose up as hot sparks course through you.

Slow circles on your clit and with his wet tongue massaging your g-spot, Yoongi is turning your brain into mush and your limbs into puddy. You try to meet his movements, only to fail miserably and fight every urge inside of you to merely let yourself fall down and crumble into dust.

“Slow”, you get out.

“Mhm?” his deep hums aren’t helping either, making your thighs twitch uncontrollably each time he lets them vibrate against your pussy.

“You, you have to…to go slow”, you stutter, moaning softly.

“Mhhm”, he hums, curling his tongue against your swollen g-spot just as he uses his thumb to rub up and down on your clit.

“Yoongi”, you squeak, “Yoongi please I’m gonna cum.”

“Mhhhm”, he acknowledges you, grinning to himself because that is all he wants you to do. He isn’t going to go slow, why should he? When he could have you spasming around his tongue and filling his ears with your sweet moans.

He changes the upwards touches for one little swirl. It affects you so much that you can only get out the first syllable of his name and then your orgasm overtakes you.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, you chant, trembling atop his face with your pussy feeling on fire.

Yoongi holds you, knowing very well that without his support, you would have already fallen down on him. Not that he would have minded, but he wants to make sure that you can have the best orgasm ever and not have it interrupted by your failing body.

You lift yourself from his face once your orgasm stopped, struggling and falling right onto the mattress.

“Ah help”, you squeak, head hitting the sheets rather violently and facing the foot end that way.

“Careful”, he gasps, shooting up to catch you. He fails, only managing to grab your hips when you are already sprawled out on the sheets.

“Dear that was a fail”, you giggle, “my legs are done for.”

“Did you hurt yourself?” he asks, massaging your thighs softly and with his eyes widened in worry.

“No, I didn’t, but fuck, I’m so dizzy.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, I know how you feel now”, you exhale in a happy sigh, closing your eyes happily, “I’m done. That was it.”

Yoongi gets on all fours and lowers his lips to your tummy to kiss a path up to your chest. You squirm even after getting utterly ruined in your high, fingers tangling in his hair to massage his scalp. He sighs softly, lips sucking on your nipple just once before he kisses his way up to your neck. You roll your head to the side, giving him all the access in the world. Quite frankly, he could dig his fangs as deep as they can go into you and you would be the happiest person. He’s got you wrapped around his every finger.

But Yoongi doesn’t bite, because it’s Yoongi and your body is his treasure never to be ruined. Instead he dances his lips up to your ear and whispers.

“If you think you’re done, you’re mistaken. I had to spend forty nights without you and I’m not planning to waste another one.”

You shiver at his words, turning your head so you are face to face with him. His brown eyes have the slightest hint of ruby in them, racing between yours.

“Weren’t you talking about being dizzy and shit?” you ask him.

“That was me ten minutes ago. Your pussy healed me”, he jokes, making you laugh.

“You’re so dumb sometimes”, you cackle, making Yoongi chuckle fondly.

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[f1llory]

i know a lot of people think it's not that deep but idk, the constant desire for more gory stories of past hunger games rubs me the wrong way. don't get me wrong, i'm all for fanfics exploring that, but there's a reason there will never be novels detailing that.

the reason people want spinoffs for finnick and johanna is the fact that we love them. there is nothing that would be added to the universe if we had an official/canon account of their games. they're typical games and typical victors--which i think is the point of their character. they're different from each other in some ways, but their stories are so common among victors--because that's simply what the capitol does to people.

i'm not sure i agree with the people who think it's inherently bad for people to be interested in that. there's a reason people are interested in that. the characters and worldbuilding in the hunger games are so beautifully done that there's always something to notice, theorize about, explore, and expand on. i just think that having novels on things like this would be pointless--and detrimental to the message of the series. the point is not to show violence for violence's sake, the point is to show what it takes for people to become who they are, and how the choices they make can lead to either oppression or liberation. that being said, i'm all for exploring them in fanfic. i think fanfic is an incredible thing, i love reading and writing it, and there are so many things that fans of the series can explore and create.

i'm also all for new novels if they happen! i just think they would have to add a hell of a lot more to the world of panem than the gory details of a typical hunger games to satisfy people's curiosity. here's some things that i think would be cool to see:

-the life of an avox in the capitol. this would give a totally different outlook on life in the capitol, since we've only seen people who benefit from the system and not those who are punished by it. this could be some random unknown avox but because i'm me, i would LOVE to have a full pollux spinoff i'm literally in love with him

-a victor we've never seen and their life after the games. it could show their life after returning to their district, how they're viewed, how their view of their district has changed. this could also be an interesting way to see a little more of the mentoring process and the toll it takes

-something exploring life in any of the districts we haven't gotten to see. this could also be part of the previous idea, i just think it would be interesting since our knowledge of so many districts are limited. although maybe that's the point? all we know of panem is through the eyes of two deeply unreliable narrators

-the first rebellion, or anything set before the hunger games were created. how was panem different back then? and how did things get to the point of such a big rebellion?

-are there people living outside the bounds of the districts? obviously people like lavinia have been caught trying to escape, but there very well may be people living out there. i wonder what they'd think of what was going on, or if they'd come into contact with people escaping to district 13. and no i do not want this to involve lucy gray i never want confirmation on what happened to her

basically, there's so much more of panem i'd like to see explored, but there are some things that i don't want to see, or expect to see, in any offical continuation. i absolutely love fanfics exploring those things, or anything other fans find interesting. i just think that there are so many things that could be added to the canon and i don't understand the focus on the idea of novels that would really detract from the way suzanne collins approaches her work.

in conclusion i am simply losing my mind over tbosas and i’m using a blog i never use to yell into the void thank u for reading

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #thg #suzanne collins #tom blyth #rachel zegler

[interact-proof]

Info Masterpost

Hi everyone, you may know me from around the IF community, probably primarily from here, but you may also be familiar with some projects I've worked on as an editor (the two most prominent being @bodycountgame and @nyehilismwriting's Project Hadea) or other things I've done around the place. Regardless, it's my intention to set up a place here to provide proof-reading and other editing services in order to help people in the IF community who may struggle with doing it themselves for whatever reason (be that due to time, or difficulty, or anything else).

What's on Offer?

We all know that being an interactive fiction author is a HUGE undertaking - we're our own planners, publicists, programmers and also editors a large amount of the time - and sometimes it can be a lot to grapple with. I also know from personally interacting with a lot of authors that editing in particular can feel intimidating for people who don't do it often, and lots of people feel like they don't get it right or don't trust their own judgement with it. That's a normal feeling for anyone inexperienced in a certain skill to go through, but also it turns out that luckily, the internet exists!

For a fee, I can hopefully take some of the stress out of the process by doing copy, line or developmental editing for you, or a combination of the three in some way, shape or form. This doesn't give me any control over your work, obviously, and any suggestions that I make will be just that, suggestions - though like any editor worth their salt, I'll always do my best to explain what I'm suggesting and why, so that you can hopefully make an informed decision about what you want to do about it.

See below the cut for more information, along with pricing and some basic FAQs. Thanks for reading!

So, how does it work?

Well, it's pretty simple, really - you reach out and talk to me about what you want edited, I'll let you know how many (if any) jobs are in my queue currently, we'll confirm what the price will be, and then you decide if you want to go ahead with contracting my services. If we agree to work together, you'll sit back and relax after finishing the exhausting writing process, or, if you're really a glutton for punishment, start writing something new, and I'll do the editing. Then I'll return it to you, and send you an invoice. Easy!

I'm not going to hover over your shoulder demanding certain changes be made or be offended if you disagree with me - that's not a good editor's function, in my personal opinion. What you choose to do with my editing suggestions afterwards is entirely up to you!

FAQs

What's the difference between copy editing, line editing and developmental editing?

Most people editing for themselves do all three different types of these at once, but they are actually three separate skillsets. Copy editing is another term for what's sometimes called proof-reading; basically, it's checking for spelling and grammar mistakes (including homophones and so forth) but not for other purely textual elements like ineffective word usage or weak sentence structures. Anything beyond basic grammatical correctness is covered by what's called line editing, which looks at some common things people worry about like overused words, weak metaphors or other imagery, and sentences or segments of the text that can possibly be written in a way to more effectively convey the message they're trying to get across.

Developmental editing is a whole other ballgame - this is the part that most often makes authors nervous, the act of considering the text in terms of the effectiveness of each paragraph and story beat, analysing which parts of the narrative and various character arcs are working and which aren't, and so forth. This is a type of editing that is heavy on critique, and very subjective: it's akin to the kind of feedback you might get from beta readers in many senses.

You don't have to want all three types of editing in order to contract my services for, say, just one, but developmental editing on its own will be by negotiation, and likely be an hourly fee rather than a per word cost. You also can't have line editing without copy editing, as it would be impossible to make sure it's effectively-written without making sure it's correct. (You can have copy editing without line editing, however.)

Do you accept works from people whose first language is something other than English?

Yes, this is not a mitigating factor for me. I've worked on some pieces by French- and Brazilian Portuguese-speaking authors before. My editing suggestions come with explanations of why I'm making them, so it should be clear even for ESL authors what I'm suggesting and for what reason. I'm not a translator (unless you're talking about from Akkadian or Sindarin), but as long as you're capable of having a conversation in English, we should be fine.

How should I format my files for you to work on? And how will I get them to you/receive them back?

The two most preferable options are either in a Word Document, or a GoogleDoc document, as these formats both allow me to highlight parts of the work and comment on it directly so that you can see my suggestions. Any other format will make the whole process difficult for both of us as it will require cross-referencing between your work and my responses.

It doesn't have to be formatted in any fancy way, though - as long as it's in the document and readable, even just via basic copy/paste from wherever else you write, that's fine.

We can exchange the files via email or discord, whichever makes you feel more comfortable.

Do you accept jobs unrelated to interactive fiction?

Yes! I've edited novels and short stories before as well, and done work specifically providing developmental editing on outlines so that authors can feel they have a well fleshed-out plan before they begin writing. It's just that there's not many editors out there who are familiar with the IF scene, so that's my marketing focus, so to speak.

You write using British spellings... do you know how to edit for American spellings, too?

Yes, I know how to edit for AusE and AmE as well as BrE. Many authors also use a combination of multiple spelling systems, which I can work with as long as you let me know your style and parameters.

My game is written in the style of Shakespeare... can you handle that?

Individual style, both affected and inherent, is not really a roadblock for most editors. The job of a good editor is to consider each author's personal style and make sure to respect it, rather than try to overwrite it with their own voice, so if you're writing a Tolkienian or Arthurian or epic poetry piece, I'm capable of working with that as long as you let me know what you're aiming for beforehand.

If you have a style guide with particular specifications, feel free to submit it along with your documents, and I'll abide by its specifications. I've worked on projects ranging from high fantasy to scifi to modern fiction in the past.

Can I break my writing up into multiple parts to give to you over time?

Sure! All of the interactive fiction work I've done thus far has been chapter-by-chapter, and you can break it down smaller if you like. However, I can't necessarily bring forward developmental editing concerns from one job into another at peak reliability, particularly if a long period of time has passed between the different jobs.

That's probably all for the FAQs for now - if you have any other questions, please feel free to reach out and ask!

Pricing

How much the editing will cost is based on the length of what you would like me to edit, split up into three length categories: under 10k words, 10k-100k words, and over 100k words. Prices are in AUD, Australian dollars. Per-word rates round up (ie., at a rate of 1c per 5 words, 6 words would incur the cost for 10 words).

Under 10,000 words

Copy editing: 1c per word.

Line editing: a flat $15 fee on top of the price of copy editing.

Developmental editing: a flat $20 fee on top of any other costs, or an hourly fee by negotiation if without the other two services.

10,000 to 100,000 words

Copy editing: 1c per word for the first 10,000 words, followed by 1c per each 3 words for the remainder.

Line editing: a flat $30 fee on top of the price of copy editing.

Developmental editing: a flat $80 fee on top of any other costs, or an hourly fee by negotiation if without the other two services.

Over 100,000 words

Copy editing: 1c per word for the first 10,000 words, followed by 1c per each 3 words for the remainder, plus a flat $20 fee for each 100k words after the first (ie., 150,000 words will incur a $20 fee on top of the per-word price, while 250,000 words will incur $40).

Line editing: a flat $40 fee on top of the price of copy editing, rising incrementally per 100k words after the first (ie., 150,000 words will incur a $40 fee, while 250,000 words will incur $80).

Developmental editing: a flat $80 fee on top of any other costs, rising incrementally per 100k words after the first (ie., 150,000 words will incur an $80 fee, while 250,000 words will incur $160), or an hourly fee by negotiation if without the other two services.

Code-checking

If you're able to include your code with your writing (such as by viewing a proofing copy of a game via twine), and provide me with an outline of your variables and what you're using them for, I can by request check for possible errors (such as adding to a stat when it seems like it should be subtracting instead, or using a wrong or misspelled variable) for a flat fee of $80 per 100,000 words (in this case, the code is included in the wordcount, since I'll be checking it).

Outline Help

If you want me to look over an outline or plan and provide developmental feedback before you begin writing, this can be done for an hourly fee by negotiation.

Thank you again for reading! Please feel free to reach out if you have any questions.

#infopost #pinned post

[opalspring]

Fuuta not being the one to give the final blow to Killcheroy theory

This is a pretty well-known theory in the fandom, but I wanted to make a post with all the evidence I could think of that could hint at Fuuta not being the one to doxx Killcheroy at the end of Bring It On. We’ll mostly discuss content from the music videos for that.

Hint from Undercover 

Unlike other prisoners’ victims implied to have commited suicide, namely Hinako and Mahiru’s boyfriend, Es has both of their boots on during Fuuta’s murder scene in Undercover.

This is strange, because it was basically confirmed both by Fuuta and in Backdraft (with the suffocating/burning to death metaphor) that Killcheroy ended her life.

In my opinion, Es still has their boots on in the Fuuta frame simply because Fuuta wasn’t directly responsible for Killcheroy’s death (though he is undeniably linked to it).

There is more substantial evidence for this in both Bring It On and Backdraft. There are also the parts in Fuuta’s voice dramas that have him declare he didn’t kill anyone, but let’s just look at the mvs, where the prisoners can’t lie.

Hints from Bring It On

Through the rpg sequences in Fuuta’s first mv, there’s always a map in the bottom-left of the screen where we see Fuuta’s icon in blue that shows where he’s facing, the enemy icons in red, as well as the green icons, Fuuta’s allies.

The first battle, with eleven green dots, the enemy and Fuuta’s icon facing it. 

The second battle, with six green dots, the enemy, and Fuuta facing it up close.

After that is when things start to get weird. Unlike the first two battles (at the game arcade and the university), we don’t know where this one takes place. 

Also, for some reason Fuuta is in his everyday clothes inside of the dark triad rpg interface, with Neuschwanstein castle in the back. I talked about my interpretation of this part in another theory, but what we want to look at here is the map on the bottom-left.

At first glance, there’s nothing out of the ordinary with Fuuta’s icon and six green dots being present. However, even if it’s hard to see with the distortion of the screen in the mv, something very interesting happens during this part.

(let's zoom in for convenience)

Yeah, the left-most green dot split into two at some point and left the group.

This is probably a representation of one of Fuuta’s allies betraying him and leaving. Or in the context of Twitter, making another account to impersonate Fuuta.

@ otums on Twitter pointed out the writing styles of each Dark Triad member in Bring It On, and how Fuuta’s didn’t match the last messages Storm Pazuzu sends to Killcheroy. 

I completely agree with these points, and in my opinion we can also link the different icon colors Storm Pazuzu has throughout the mv.

For the entirety of it save for the very end, the account has a blue icon.

(Taking the professor case as an example as we’re 100% sure Fuuta was the one to write this tweet, as he witnessed the scene live and took a photo.)

And here’s the red icon. In my opinion this could be a hint of the impersonation going on.

Also note the phone’s model we see here. At first it looks like Fuuta’s phone in the beginning of the mv but some parts are different.

Both phones’ shapes are different: the one at the end is thinner and longer. The camera’s position also differs, on Fuuta’s phone at the beginning it’s in the top-left part, whereas on the phone at the end it’s in the middle of the phone and on top.

Another thing is how Fuuta uses dark mode Twitter unlike on the phone at the end.

So that’s probably another sign that Fuuta was set up by someone at the mv’s end.

One last thing about the rpg scenes, we can see on the map in the last one that Fuuta’s icon is facing away from the enemy, unlike the two previous battles. This could be another hint that Fuuta was left in the dark for most of it, even if he did participate in some way (as seen with the photo he takes in Undercover, and the line “I won’t forgive you just because you’re a kid” in the distorted voice lines).

So, a question arises from all this. Just who betrayed Fuuta and made the fake account? There are some clues in both mvs to guide us.

Out of all the characters in the Dark Triad, there’s one that Fuuta seems particularly close to. It’s pretty well-known in the fandom but after each battle, Fuuta always looks in the direction of the soldier type party member:

Turning in his direction at the end too.

So despite seemingly being a background character, the spear guy apparently has some sort of connection to Fuuta. 

@ otums on Twitter also pointed out that we can actually link him to one of the characters at the arcade:

Thanks to the color-coding, we can identify the green guy as Rumerie (the account with the tweet on top). There are multiple accounts with a green icon, but we’ll see in the Backdraft section that there’s more content about him specifically.

In my opinion, it’s extremely likely Rumerie was the one to impersonate Fuuta and doxx Killcheroy. 

The first hint is the difference in writing style between Fuuta’s tweets and the ones we see at the end of the mv. 

Here’s a tweet we’re 100% sure Fuuta wrote:

“Please spread this around. A sexual harassment scene involving one of the university’s teachers. He probably didn’t see someone was watching lmao

Thanks in advance for reporting him”

Here’s a tweet Rumerie wrote:

“What a pig, that’s so damn gross lmaooo”

And here are two of the callout tweets at the end of the mv:

“Should we crush her? ^ ^ Just because you’re in middle school it doesn’t mean you can just do whatever you want lmaoooo 

Don’t go easy on her because she’s cute y’all”

“I managed to dig up some of her details. Thanks to her previous publications I could find out which school she goes to. It’s hilarious she lives so close by lmao”

From these, the last tweet fits Rumerie’s style more than Fuuta’s, mostly because Rumerie’s laugh tends to be a lot more expressive than Fuuta’s more simple “w” (though the red account does use it at one point in the second tweet). The use of emoticons doesn’t fit Fuuta’s rather negative/sarcastic tweets either.

While we have the tweets under our eyes, it’s interesting to note Storm Pazuzu’s blue icon account has the @ pazuzu_soccer_0419 while we can’t see past @ pazuzu_soccer_ for the red icon account.

Some people have searched for it on Twitter and behold:

So the red icon account is a totally different account from @ pazuzu_soccer_0419 indeed. Technically, this isn’t a part of milgram itself, but the fact the account was created in 2016 makes it seem pretty clear it was made by the creators, anticipating people would look up the accounts.

Also note the number of followers the account has, it looks more like a burner account made for callout posts than the main account Fuuta would supposedly use, where we know he follows at least a few people, not just one.

Hints from Backdraft

While Backdraft mostly focuses on Fuuta’s mental state in Milgram, it also gives us additional hints regarding his crime. 

In the last part we discussed Rumerie’s potential importance in Fuuta’s case. And, luckily for us, in Backdraft he actually gets referenced by name in one of the graffitis.

@ otums on Twitter made a nice breakdown of the graffiti but I’d rather not post their image without permission so here’s a tentative reconstruction:

and Pazuzu, Fuuta’s account name, is mixed in too:

This information seems to cement Rumerie as an important character in Fuuta’s story. In the previous section, we talked about the possibility of Rumerie being the one to doxx Killcheroy while impersonating Fuuta, and Backdraft gives some hints relating to it.

The first interesting part for this is when we see a second Fuuta appear on screen at this point of the song:

In the following shot we get this interesting line overlapping with the second Fuuta:

The English line works too but in the Japanese version the literal translation is more like “You can clearly see it’s not my fault, right?”

This gives some Muu vibes, which makes sense since the two of them work as each other’s parallel, but in the context of the Rumerie/impersonation theory, the line gets a new context.

Another thing to note is the way the second Fuuta sprays the paint. In the first two “encounters”, or here the graffiti viewing, Fuuta sprays paint like this:

For Killcheroy’s turn, however, the paint looks like this:

While Fuuta’s style is sharp, vertical  and condensed, in the third pic the paint is horizontal and it looks evaporated since it was sprayed slowly (compare the animations between him and the “first” Fuuta too).

From this, it feels like the staff is trying to bring something to our attention regarding how the three encounters occurred… and potential unusual things happening in them.

There are more hints to the impersonation theory in Backdraft, this time regarding Fuuta’s party/followers.

Here, they appear as additional people spraying the graffitis following Fuuta’s lead. Let’s look at the instances where they show up:

In the first pic, after the second battle, there are five spray cans on the floor, so five people, making six in total with Fuuta.

The second pic seems to follow suit with five people following Fuuta’s lead in slashing Killcheroy’s graffiti.

But then, after Killcheroy appears on screen and Fuuta’s followers start attacking her directly, we get these two shots:

Multiple things to note here. First, why did the storyboarders decide to split these two shots in two? If the intent was to show Fuuta’s followers attacking the victim at the same time, why is the person spraying blue paint left out of the first pic almost completely?

In the following pic, we see both Fuuta and the victim, which isn’t too strange, but why is the blue person shown there as well? And why do they have a watch when all the other characters don’t have distinct features?

To answer the first question, we have to remember composition is a very important part in visual storytelling. So I’m convinced there’s special meaning in splitting the two above images into distinct shots in the mv. The staff probably wanted to show us the blue spray person was important both with the composition, as well as them wearing a watch.

Another important detail is shown with the number of hands on screen during this scene. Remember how we established before that, including Fuuta, there were six main “attackers” during the Twitter altercations? Then why is it that in the final Killcheroy scene, there are six hands spraying paint… but Fuuta isn’t participating and staring at them from the background?

As for the watch part, there’s actually a character in Fuuta’s story that’s shown to wear one, the guy theorized to be Rumerie (wanted to add a pic but already reached the limit per post... oops). The reason why one of Fuuta’s allies could have chosen to turn against him is a mystery but it’s interesting to think about.

When adding up all these details, I feel like it’s reasonable to consider Rumerie being the one to doxx Killcheroy as a viable theory. That’s pretty much all I wanted to point out, hope you found this interesting.

#found out about the 30 image per post limit with this lol #let's hope Fuuta's T3 gives more insight on his case in general #milgram #milgram theory #long post #VERY long post #fuuta kajiyama

[joyswonderland1108]

Letter

I hesitated to write this post, i did say in another post that i decided to post it later (wow that’s a lot of “post” in the same sentence lol) so i can say that this has been sitting in my drafts since hours ago but i guess i’ll just post it anyways. As you can guess it’s about “Letter” 

So as you may know, Jimin brought us a surprise which is a hidden track called “Letter” with JK doing background vocals (The Jikook subunit we never knew we’d get, well close enough i still see it as a subunit i don’t care sue me), thing is, i’ve seen some “theories” going around it about how “It’s a letter to us 🥺” or “It’s a Jikook song” and well.. I don’t agree with either one of those, why? i’ll tell you

Yes despite being a Jikooker i’m not a crazy cultist to come up with theories where i just stop seeing Jimin and JK as two individuals, we don’t do that in this house. So reason why i disagree is because this album is supposed to about Jimin all about himself, about facing himself, about growing out of a toxic past, leaving it behind and taking new fresh steps full of acceptance of who he truly is, he said it himself he didn’t want to have any collab because it wouldn’t make sense for someone else to sing about what HE feels.

Now “Letter” is supposed to come after “Like Crazy” English Version, well not really after it but it’s part of it, and i know that not everyone is smart enough to understand the message, many ignored the purpose of the album completely and the clear messages written ON THE ALBUM to interpret it but let me just rewrite it (i know damn well the homophobes will turn a blind eye to this) On Jimin’s album this is what’s written

Key sentence : The reflection of myself in an unfamiliar appearance. Despite people freaking out about “OMG i thought they were going to kiss” “It’s a break up song and the girl is supposed to be his gf/ex-gf” 

(Okay i know i’m now talking about Like Crazy while the initial post said i was going to talk about Letter but trust the process)

While Jimin did say that Like Crazy was based on the movie, it also wasn’t LITERALLY based on it, there’s this general idea, a story each can relate to it their own way and that’s what Jimin did, In an interview this was his reply

Key word : Ambiguous. 

Jimin isn’t making an OST for the movie so why would anyone think he’s taking the literal story for his song? Going back to what he said about his reflection and the girl that made people go crazy without doing the minimum effort to understand, she basically represents Jimin himself, they walk towards each other but never collide because they are reflections

And to give you more insight about this, this is basically coming from “The Four Carl Jung Archetypes”. Carl Jung identified four main archetypes: the persona, the shadow, the anima or animus and the self. These are a result of collective, shared ancestral memories that may persist in art, literature and religion but aren’t obvious to the eye. These recurring themes help us understand the Jungian archetypes.These Jungian archetypes represent a journey from an unconscious state to individuation: a merging of the conscious and the unconscious.

What people also failed to notice is the very clear queer-code in the MV, from the colors, little details, clothings, etc.. As someone said on Twitter “This feels exactly like how my gay ass feels when i’m in a bar surrounded by straight people”. The outfit : 

Which has Robet Michael Mapplethorpe in it

Now this one is my very own interpretation so take it with a grain of salt but this 

Personally to me, him sitting between a woman and a man kissing says a lot to me. It’s the fact that he’s in the middle.. I’m not going to further explain those who get it get it, those who don’t don’t.  But that’s my own personal interpretation i’m just slipping it in here.

Now that this is out of the way let’s go back to “Letter” this whole talk about “Like Crazy” is mainly because to me Letter is related to it since very obviously both tracks are one technically speaking. So while people think it’s a letter to Army but i’m over here like “If it’s a letter to Army, why is it hidden? Why would they make it so that it’s only accessible to people who have the physical album? I thought the purpose of an Army dedicated song was for it to be OFFICIALLY out for all Army to listen to” because yes despite that being uploaded online by other Army but if we all decided to be petty and selfish af, this won’t see the light of the day on the internet and that defies the whole purpose of a song for Army.

As i said above this album is about himself, he’s talking about his own struggles so saying that this is an Army song as if Army are a struggle too is a bit.. And that also on his very first solo album where he’s supposed to focus on sharing a message about himself. When Hobi decided to dedicate a song to Army he didn’t put it in JITB it was a separate single, Joon didn’t have no Army dedicated song in Indigo either because again their solo Albums are about themselves, it’s a journey to share with us their individuality and their own colors. Jin didn’t have much of a choice he had to leave for MS there wasn’t enough time for an album or maybe he himself didn’t really feel the need to make an album and his main focus was to make a song for Army which he did and gifted us Astronaut. (GOD I MISS JIN)

The lyrics too, i as Army and as Jimin’s FAN, it didn’t feel directed to me. “Now I'll be the one to hold you, When you want to cry, So you won't trip and fall” or even “Because we don't know what days await us, Though it's scary, though we're afraid, Never forget that we're together” those feel like something related to himself as well, let’s also not forget that technically speaking it’s related to “Like Crazy” too which i explained above, why would anything Army related be scary? Why would we be afraid? What is there to be afraid of? Also how will Jimin hold us when we want to cry? 

I also said that i disagree on the fact that it’s a “Jikook song” i don’t know how to explain precisely but some people seem to interpret it as THEIR song whereas even if Jimin is actually singing about his relationship with JK it’s still about his OWN feelings, his OWN promises, his OWN confession, despite JK doing the background vocals in which they harmonized so very beautifully kudos to them, i still think it’s all about Jimin, yes there might’ve been a reason why he chose JK himself for that or maybe they chose that together because really it could’ve been anyone and JK could’ve done the background vocal to any other song in the album yet it was on this one. He really did a lot of effort to open up to us so i really hope people see it as his pov on everything. 

I made a post relating the song to There for You from GCFT and yes quite honestly to me it feels like a response to “I’ll be there for you but you gotta be there for me too” and yet again it still goes back to the same thing, it is Jimin’s OWN reply. I also noticed how Army songs didn’t have other members in them (well i mean Army songs in this solo era) so again why would this be an Army song if JK was in it? I don’t even know if all of this makes a lot of sense, can’t say i’m the best with words but i tried to convey how i see it. 

Oh and let us be reminded that this was his reaction to knowing we found out about and and so cheesily saying that he won't tell us about it for now lol

Boy what are you all giggly and shy for?

🧐

(Tagging this under Jikook because i don’t trust the rest of the fandom that much)

#jikook #Kookmin #minkook #mingukkie #park jimin you are so precious #jungkook i love you for the spoilers and thank you for beautifully harmonizing with boo

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for posting screenshots of my ex talking behind my back and of our later conversation?

Gender and age kinda irrelevant, but I'm a few months older than my ex.

This happened about a year ago, and spans a few more years back.

So, I dated a my ex(I'll call then Jan) back in school, basically we were both outcasts and became friends on that basis. Then we started dating it was brief and not that good. I was very shut in in sense of feelings, and was dealing with mental health problems. Jan was also not in the best place, so generally we were not that good for each other. I hurt them, they hurt me, we were just young and dumb. We just fell apart slowly. And broke up in the end.

Okay, so sad, I cry for a few days, feel bad, move on. Later we reconnected as friends. Would hang out more, have sleepovers. At some point his jokes became a bit condescending and rude. I didn't get hurt by them particularly, and just thought Jan had a different sense of humor. But my other friends who witnessed it were horrified, and told me so. I shrugged it off and continued being "friends".

At some point we stopped talking, I would sometimes check Jan's Twitter, to catch up. But we wouldn't talk much, except sometimes bumping into each other on the street.

Then, the day before my birthday I once again bumped into Jan and some of his friends, we decided to hang out, and then I went on sleepover at their place. Everything was cool and fun.

A few months later I once again checked Jan's Twitter, and found a link to their telegram channel. Decided to check it out too. I also wanted to see what they posted on the last time we were hanging out.

What I found is that Jan was Shit talking me to a channel full of his friends, for example there was this chain of messages.

*screenshot of me asking Jan if they want to hang out and have a drink with me. With their response being. " Sure, but I'm not drinking"*

Jan: fuck, why did I even agree?

Jan: I'm scared, I have no idea what's in his fuckin head.

Jan: Maybe I just like the opportunity to stick his face into the dirt again.

Just so we're clearl, I'm not violent, never was, especially to Jan. So, you know, I'm hurt. I take a few screenshots of this, and post them into my own channel (with all the names blurred, except mine) , which was private, and had also only my friends. Then, I noticed that Jan banned me from their channel, I DM them, and ask why would Jan say something like that behind my back, why not just say no to my invitations? Jan starts defending themself saying that " It's my own, private channel, I write whatever I want " I said that their "private" channel had an open link, on their open Twitter.

Basically we go back and forth, I tell Jan that they're a shitty friend, and should go fuck themself. They block me. I post screenshots of this conversation to my channel (again, names blurred)

And later, I hear that he is calling me an asshole for posting those screenshots.

So, maybe I was too harsh, maybe I shouldn't have posted the DM's, or maybe I shouldn't even have posted the first screenshots? AITA???

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #eyestrain

[jjkeverlastreads]

mem x mem fics 🤍

read [ ✓ ] not read [ ✘ ] still reading [〥]

mostly for myself to keep track, but feel free to read these if any are of interest to u! <3

make sure to check the tags before indulging in a fic! also all of these fics are from ao3!

if u have any mem x mem recs, don't feel afraid to recommend them in my inbox! i'd love to read them wuup wuup

YOONMIN

one shots

4 a.m is the worst [the one where yoongi keeps coming back at 4 a.m. making jimin fall in love with him just a little more.] ✘

we make the perfect blend [it’s been months since it started, yoongi and jimin winding up in bed together, half naked and half drunk, every other weekend with their hands and mouths connected. they don’t talk about it, pretend it isn’t happening, and jimin suffers in secret. the sweet messages yoongi writes on jimin’s coffee cups don’t mean anything, none of it does, he’s just a good hyung.] ✘

teach me the way to your heart [after taking jimin’s first kiss in a game of truth or dare, yoongi finds himself agreeing to help jimin practice. maybe things wouldn’t be so difficult, if jimin wasn’t so cute, or if his lips didn’t taste like peaches, or if he only wanted to practice kissing.] ✓

in vinos veritas [jimin and yoongi make a deal to get married at 30 if they're both still single.] ✘

indelible ink [of course he’s stuck in a supply closet on new year’s eve at nearly midnight. and, of course, the only other person in the office for him to get stuck with is park jimin. being stuck with jimin would be fine, if yoongi didn’t have a massive crush on him.] ✓

cupcakes of forgiveness [jimin's roommate likes to have loud, obnoxious, raunchy sex. so he camps out on the neighbor's couch.] ✓

double ended [coworkers yoongi and jimin are always competing for sales and trying to outdo each other. they’re enemies, rivals. no matter what anyone thinks, it’s absolutely not sexual tension.] ✓

we're just lost stars [it's hard growing up, seeing your imperfections and having to face that you're in the spotlight 24/7, for jimin it's even harder when you're falling in love with the only person who makes you feel perfect. someone that probably just sees you as a kid anyways. (or, that one where jimin grows up, yoongi takes notice, and basically all of bangtan ship yoonmin)] ✘

series

you're worth more than gold (medals) [the only thing on jimin's mind before his first olympic games on the figure skating team is potential glory. his teammate hoseok is very eager to inform him of other possible perks. like the free condoms for all athletes. jimin isn’t interested in any of that - until he meets min yoongi.] ✓ chapters in total: 6/6

break my heart and start again [jimin has been hiding his unrequited love for his best friend for years. but when yoongi is getting married, a trip away for his bachelor party crumbles all of jimin’s carefully held control.] 〥 chapters in total: 8/8

TAEKOOK

one shots

eyes on me baby [taehyung loses a bet and ends up nude modeling for legendary painter jeon jeongguk. he soon finds out that jeongguk fucks just as good as he paints.] ✘

read between your lines [jungkook is thrilled when his crush asks to borrow his textbook in class. but when taehyung leaves without returning it, jungkook feels like taehyung's stolen more than just his book.] ✓

bullet with butterfly wings [jeongguk hires taehyung to teach his son how to play the guitar, but taehyung ends up teaching jeongguk something about himself.] ✓

just two dudes being bros [shortly said: jungkook and taehyung are in denial over being in love with another, shown in a hilarious way..] ✓

no nut november ft. sope [jungkook bets hoseok that he can't go a month without sex. jungkook thinks it will be a piece of cake, but he's unaware that taehyung and yoongi have a bet of their own.] ✓

(even at my worst) i'm best with you [the one where taekook are ross and rachel.] ✘

a candlelight or two [taekook being whipped and having soft fluffy sex] ✘

bendy rulers [based on an article titled "STRAIGHT GUY WORRIES HE'S BEING HOMOPHOBIC TO GAY ROOMMATE, REALIZES HE'S FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HIM."] ✓

oh, boy [after suffering for a year to meet his rent every month, taehyung's best friend jimin suggests he get a roommate. enter jeon jungkook, the prettiest boy he's ever seen.] ✓

oh, you're gonna take me home (tonight) [having sex for the first time is something jeongguk had always dreamt of; made fantasies about it and, with shaking hands, had looked forward to since he was thirteen and had an orgasm for the first time. but then, when it finally happens, he's a little underwhelmed. and when taehyung finds out about that, he gently takes on the job himself to show jeongguk how it can be as well.] ✓

three weddings and a love story [jeongguk and taehyung crash weddings. they get in a little over their heads.] ✓

chronicles of jeon jeongguk's gay love story [jeongguk writes straight romance and sex for a living. taehyung edits them. until, jeongguk get his horny self together and sends a rough draft of a gay love story to taehyung.] ✓

get me out of my mind (get you out of those clothes) [taehyung never thought he'd fall in love with his roommate. then again, he never thought his roommate would have been a literal gift from god either.] ✘

the butterfly effect [jeongguk and taehyung play an innocent game of ‘never have I ever.’ how it ends up with jeongguk choking on taehyung’s cock, well, that’s a whole other story.] ✓

maybe we're fireproof [for as long as jeongguk can remember (and even before that too), his body has been on fire.] ✓

couldn't care more [so. yeah. jeongguk flashed his abs to the entire world. and taehyung needs to put him in his place.] ✓

i'll love you out loud [taehyung accidentally reveals to the whole group that he's in love with jeongguk while filming an episode of run BTS] ✓

stocking up on oxygen [just days in the life of taehyung and jeongguk getting through lockdown together.] ✘

tenacious d in the dick of destiny [in the midst of struggling with debts and empty plastic packets of instant ramyeon, taehyung and jeongguk joined forces to put the phrase "sex sells" to good use.] ✓

for a good time, call [kim taehyung, a well-known phone sex operator who specializes in providing anything and everything his clients ask, gets more than he bargained for when goldenboy books one of his sessions.] ✓

fever started a long time ago [in which taehyung eats a magical fortune cookie and wakes up physically dependent on jeongguk’s body heat.] ✓

make you mine (i can fuck you better) [it's one of life's greatest moral quandaries— if your roommate is the most gorgeous boy you've ever seen in your entire life and said gorgeous roommate already has a boyfriend, should you try and seduce him anyways? well, if you're jeon jungkook and the roommate in question is kim taehyung, the answer is...FUCK YES.] ✘

double tap [upon a dare, taehyung has to wear a vibrator to class. however, he accidentally drops his remote and the guy whom he was having sexual tension with for the last few months, jeon jeongguk, ends being the one to pick it up.] ✓

maybe [mutual pining between taekook, jungkook is in deniaaaal, canon compliant] ✓

try hard [with years of rivalry at hand, one can clearly point out that rebellious prodigy kim taehyung and golden boy jeon jeongguk simply can’t stand each other. and then suddenly comes out a rumor about said jeongguk being fucking hung and taehyung wants to punch him in the face even more than before (he also kind of wants to suck his dick, but that’s beside the point).] ✓

don't bother knocking [taehyung can't sleep without hugging something, but when he's especially anxious his pillows aren’t quite enough. on those occasions taehyung bribes his very cute neighbour jeongguk to let him sleep in his bed and use him as a body pillow. and jeongguk is totally fine with that. the only problem is that he's pretty sure taehyung thinks he's straight and he has no idea how to tell him that he's most definitely not. he's gay, so very gay and all the platonic cuddling and non-dates are slowly killing him on the inside.] ✓

eat fess love [the one where shitty elevators serve as the one thing standing between jeongguk and his three step plan to win taehyung over.] ✓

anger is a secondary emotion [taehyung is spending time with someone. jungkook is irritated. the two have nothing to do with each other.] ✓

like a moon (i revolve around you) [the point of being friends with benefits is to do it no strings attached - no getting attached.] ✘

look around [“jungkook?”. her voice comes out a little hoarse and broken as she stares across the table at the boy that she had, no less than two nights ago, walked in on in the middle of getting fucked. there’s no mistaking it. she’d recognize him anywhere. (mostly because she’d spent those last couple of days thinking about the muscled line of his shoulders and the pretty, pretty noises he’d made riding that dude’s cock, but — whatever.)] ✘

something to do with hands [“it’s a lot like falling in love with a city you’ve never been to.”] ✘

series

cuz in a sky full of stars (i think i saw you) [taehyung always has bad ideas. and jeongguk thinks this might be the best.] ✓ chapters in total: 9/9

(before you) i thought i had it all [jeon jungkook has it all. the business, the money, the power. anyone he meets falls to their knees for him, but it's not like he gives a shit. that is, until a certain silver haired boy crashes into his life. maybe he doesn't have it all. . . yet.] ✓ chapters in total: 14/14

chemistry [jungkook just wants to get his tutoring sessions with the president's son over with. taehyung just wants to get his cute tutor under him.] 〥 chapters in total: 11/11

long road to ruin [jungkook accidentally texting taehyung instead of jimin regarding how badly he wants him.] ✘ chapters in total: 4/4

let's pretend for real [jeon jungkook and kim taehyung are best friends who are secretly in love with each other. they thought their feelings will forever be unrequited until jungkook ask taehyung to be his fake boyfriend for his brother’s wedding. confusion and chaos ensue as they try to navigate their ‘pretend’ relationship.] ✘ chapters in total: 7/?

just say "yes" (i'd rather have everything than nothing at all) [it all starts with a tweet: KTH is giving me serious creeper vibes.against his better judgement, taehyung clicks.] ✓ chapters in total: 3/3

fade into you [it’s been almost a decade since taehyung walked out of jungkook’s life for good. now, two of their best friends from college are getting married. will they be able to overcome their messy past and find a way to move forward? or will spending a week together in a place full of memories only serve to reopen old wounds? whether jungkook likes it or not, he’s about to find out.] ✓ chapters in total: 26/26

realms between us [jeongguk doesn’t know how spirit magic or ouija boards work. he assumes it takes something a lot more complicated than a drunk man asking for a sex demon to show up for it to actually happen. something like cutting your hand and letting your blood drip onto the petals of a rare flower. or saying something religious into a mirror while doing the macarena. that's how jeongguk knows that this is a prank. that's how he knows that the boy sitting on his bed claiming to be an incubus is lying.] ✓ chapters in total: 8/8

maybe we can be (each other's company) [in which jeongguk is an idol, and taehyung is a dedicated fan account.] ✘ chapters in total: 10/10

new (newer) rules [step #1: don't get involved with the guy your girlfriend cheats with. failed step 1.] ✓ chapters in total: 6/6

how to top [in which the school's resident badboy helps a seemingly unattractive loser win the heart of his best friend. it sounds like a good idea at first, however, it's all fun and fake dates until somebody accidentally falls in love.] 〥 chapters in total: 38/38

loving you is; blue and grey [to explain it in short, taehyung is pining for jungkook, but jungkook is crushing on jimin. i should note that it's ft. yoonmin !! and looots of angst. the summary already is angsty dfkjhfdkj] ✓ chapters in total: 13/13

outlines [simply put, taehyung needs a boyfriend for his brother’s wedding – jeongguk volunteers. (featuring lots of phone calls, a healthy amount of practice, and unnecessary throwbacks and references).] ✓ chapters in total: 5/5

fall asleep (fall for you) [a university AU where jungkook and taehyung become roommates. but jungkook has insomnia and can't fall asleep with other people and taehyung can't fall asleep alone.] 〥 chapters in total: 22/22

curveball [star baseball player kim taehyung meets rookie sports reporter jeon jeongguk, and it’s a whole new ball game for them both.] 〥 chapters in total: 11/11

oranges and art students [jungkook gets his first apartment away from busan, away from his parents, away from the stress of his earlier life. he soon finds out that his next door neighbor is pretty much out of his fucking mind.] ✘ chapters in total: 10/10

infinity on high [for his first year of university, jeongkook expects sex. if he was honest with himself, it's one of the things he looked forward to. what he doesn't expect, is to become fuck buddies with the first person he hooks up with.] ✘ chapters in total: 7/7

the geographical cure [jeon jeongguk likes to travel. for so long, his life has been made up of new countries, new places, new experiences (and new boys.) a vacation makes you feel suspended in time, detached from the world, weightless. and prague seems far enough away from seoul for him to disappear completely. that is, until he meets kim taehyung on the plane, and his entire world shifts on its axis.] ✘ chapters in total: 6/6

NAMKOOK

one shots

cut to the chase [when jimin drags jungkook to his morning running club to be his “wingman”, jungkook doesn’t expect to meet the most attractive man he’s ever seen. it’s just his bad luck that jimin is totally into the guy.] ✓

the tip of the iceberg [on a cruise for his friends’ wedding, jungkook is just trying to relax and recreate a few moments from titanic. But a room mixup causes him to have to share a room, and a bed, with his crush, and jungkook feels himself sinking fast. despite the panic, maybe it’s not all bad, especially if jungkook can experience a little more movie romance than he expected.] ✓

MINKOOK

one shots

snow place i'd rather be [a perfect storm kicks off a perfect day when yoongi and jeongguk get snowed in. jeongguk is thrilled to have the opportunity to spend the day cuddling with his boyfriend while they watch christmas movies. but when the power goes out and things get a little chilly, they need to find other ways to stay warm.] ✘

we are probably (in love) [five times jungkook tries to serenade yoongi with WAP and one time it (sort of) works.] ✓

i think i'm coming alive with you [they haven’t been dating long, and jungkook has never stayed over, never slept in yoongi’s bed. but after a night out, yoongi doesn’t think twice about inviting his new boyfriend to sleep over for the first time. when he wakes in the night with a problem, jungkook is more than willing to solve it, even if he might fall asleep while trying.] ✓

TAEGI

one shots

things that go bump in the night [despite his fear of scary things, taehyung was all in on weekly horror movie nights with his roommate yoongi. maybe the nightmares are worth it when he can crawl into his crush's bed every night.] ✘

series

no time like now [when his hook up-turned-blind date suggests they pretend to be in a relationship to get their friends off their backs, yoongi reluctantly agrees. yoongi is rigid. he values routine and planning, consistency and schedules. spontaneous taehyung breezes into his life, seemingly intent on upending it. and maybe yoongi doesn’t realize how much he might like that until it’s slipping through his fingers.] ✘ chapters in total: 7/7

prove it [it all started with a phrase. just one simple off-hand comment: I could make you come easily. a joke. a throw-away assurance when yoongi was feeling down. but he couldn't stop thinking about it and before he was even aware of what he was doing, yoongi was at his door: prove it.] ✓ chapters in total: 18/18

VMIN

one shots

fuck with a star [after a drunk night of sex with his best friend, jimin is faced with a few things amidst preparations for a concert. 1. jimin is straight 2. taehyung is not 3. jimin is determined to pretend that nothing ever happened, and 4. taehyung is determined to prove him otherwise] ✓

JIKOOK

one shots

love on top [jungkook and jimin are both exclusive tops but someone's got to give in.] ✘

#my reading list #bts fic #mxm #taekook #taekook smut #yoonmin #yoonmin fic #namkook #namkook fic #taegi #taegi fic #vmin #vmin smut #vmin fic #minkook #minkook fic #minkook smut

[coycorry]

sinedd’s redesign tw: HUGE OOC (bc canon sucks)

we all should agree that he’s character is just a large waste of potential and, oh lord, I have so much to say that I don’t even know where to begin…

first of all why his writing is so poor? almost random I must say. he’s a person who just happens to be in all places at all times, making a conflicts happen for no particular reason EVEN WHEN THEY DOES NOT MAKE SENSE FOR HIS CHARACTER. for example in season 2 he runs “the sphere” himself (even if he obviously doesn’t have a basic knowledge of how to do that, I mean why should he) and writers saying that his interest in it is money?.. like wtf why should he care? why should he wants a dirty money like that, if he’s a freaking football SUPERSTAR. he have reputation, you know what I mean? and he never actually appeared to care that much about his finances, even in 1st season when he steals m-ice’s football tickets they never let us know why he does that. if he wanted some easy cash, why wouldn’t steal some cash? so this thing must’ve been something personal, isn’t it? instead he steals those tickets, that are obviously shit and everybody knows that. sinedd could never manage to sold them, because even m-ice couldn’t, so he promises to return them next morning. my point is that sinedd could never risk that much doing something obviously illegal like running a freaking fight club without strong motivation. and even if he needs money THAT bad, why they didn’t show us WHY.

all his 3rd season arc is a complete nonsense: why they ended up with mei? how did they started to date? for what reason? hating d’jok? is that even a reason? I wish I could forget this poorly written “family reunion arc” who just happened to not know that their son is a freaking football SUPERSTAR. and then he all suddenly changes for the “good guys” and makes up with d’jok who was bullying him for years. unbelievable. and, can you remind me why they became enemies in the first place? ah, you can’t! because they never showed us WHY.

I would absolutely love if he just makes a bit more sense in the show, and stop being stupid for now reason and explanation. I LOVE the part when he’s having a break down because his parents died in a war, and it’s still painful for him, even after so many years. this is very important message that writers could put in this character: some things just can’t be undone, but you need to let it go, so YOU can move on yourself. but sinned can’t, and this is his real conflict, not that he just needs some stupid money. he can’t live with his past, can’t accept that and as a result he can’t accept himself and how great he’s doing. he’s an orphan that become a football freaking SUPERSTAR. he’s a talented player, a genius in some way, that have mastered 2 fluxes in record time. he made it to final and semi-final of GF. but no matter what he achieved when he still hates himself so much. he’s worst than d’jock. he have no family or friends. he can’t get this freakin cup. and he can’t even destroy it, because he’s a coward and he loses his flux…

I wish we could see this side of him in the show.

2nd season was the perfect time to show us his lowest point of life. he was destroyed by his loss in 1st season so now he’s depressed. maybe he meets a bad company, and he starts to run “the sphere” with someone who claims to be his friend. they obviously using him, but he’s following them anyway, because he can’t stay alone with his thoughts anymore. he trying to fill this emptiness in a different ways, and that’s doesn’t help. obviously. and that’s when he meets rokket. not like they never met before, but in a new context, where they started spending lots of time together, both depressed and having good/bad time together. they get to know each other and open from a new side. they gain some sort of connection because they are compatible, they understand each others trauma and for the first time in his life, sinedd faces true understanding. then rokket quits, and it feels like betrayal, but the true betrayal only comes when he realises the truth about his “new friend” and “the sphere”

and then he loses cup again. guys this is the real drama here, he should’ve been perished by that…

but.

instead he understands that he NEEDS to change. he NEEDS to get some help, because he can’t live like this anymore, and really, he don’t want to. that’s why he’s coming back to rokket after final, to congratulate him with his victory and apologise. for the first time in his entire life. if he can change it, it means that sinedd can too! (and rokket is literally the best person to help him with that, because how much empathy and patience he has). and then all the 3rd season sinedd, step by step, trying to change from what he was, but not everyone believes in that, because how much bad he did. but he will do it, by working hard on himself, and not just suddenly getting what he wanted for all of his life (actually that was only mentioned once)

I changed his hair colour not only because it looks more cyber-y2k-ish, but to the show how unnatural he is in the beginning, and how he’s doing all this way to who he really is, accepting himself. no friendship with d’jok tho, NOW ROKKET IS OUR BEST FRIEND. I don’t want him to make up with d’jok, I want him to let go this childish rivalry and understand that he’s not worse or better, he’s just another. that’s it.

also new uniform for “the shadows”

#galactik football #redesign #ooc #i was writing lots of gay fanfiction so it might sound a bit gay #sinedd #rokket #how to spell his name #rokett #rocket #whatever #micro ice #d’jok mentioned #as a bitch #fanart #writing #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #snowkids #shadows #galactic football #we need a reeboot of this masterpiece #WITH GOOD WRITING #jetix #nostalgia #2000s #2010s #y2k #cyber y2k #blaylock you bitch I’m coming for you next #coy corry

[k-evans-reads]

In Living Color

Chapter 3

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 5,390

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: Discussions about cancer and death.

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March 2021

A few small pops echoed in Chris’ body as he stretched out his shoulders after stepping into his trailer. It had been a long day of filming – long few weeks, really, after starting filming two weeks ago – and he could feel it in his muscles, especially now at the end of the work day. He knew he desperately needed a shower but he just had to sit down on the small couch in the trailer for a moment and have a moment to decompress from the long day. 

Absentmindedly he grabbed his phone that had been left on the arm of the couch, clicking it on to see a long list of unopened texts, but a certain name caught his eye almost immediately. He quickly clicked on it and smiled widely as he read the message that asked, ‘Got time in your busy movie star schedule for a game night tonight?’

Immediately Chris clicked the call button, putting it on speaker and leaning back against the couch, not even letting Nat say hello before he asked, “Have I missed the cutoff for reserving a spot at game night?” 

She chuckled, the low sound making him smirk as it carried through to his end of the call. “I guess for a famous person like you I better squeeze you in or it’ll be bad publicity,” she drawled playfully.

He laughed, his nose scrunching as he smiled and replied, “Oh I’d cause a scene if the bouncer turned me away.” 

“I bet you would,” she hummed, trailing off into a pause. “Are you being serious about coming though?” 

“Should I not be?” 

“Well I just figured you’d be too busy doing movie star things like getting photographed by the paparazzi or schmoozing a million different women.” 

“There’s still plenty of time for that later,” he sarcastically agreed, knowing there was no actual intent behind her words. “But seriously Nat, I’d love to come. It sounds like fun.” 

“It’s just going to be a small thing, just Jamie and his wife and then Mark,” she explained, muffled sounds on the other end of the line as he heard her car door shut. “Things get pretty serious though around here so I hope you’re competitive.” 

“Nat, I have three siblings, what do you think?” He laughed, smirking as she joined him. “I just finished up on set. I was going to take a shower and then I'll head over, is that okay?” 

“Yeah, just drop in anytime. I’ll text you my address.” 

He stayed on the phone with her a minute more to confirm the address that she texted him came through before they said their goodbyes and hung up. Chris could feel a smile on his lips while he hurried into the shower, suddenly feeling so much more energy inside him than when he had trudged into the trailer just a few minutes earlier. 

Chris knew it’d only been a short month and a half since he first met Nat, but he was just as struck by her as he was the very first day, when she came barreling into that conference room. He was drawn to her, craving her jokes, stress-free demeanor, and lighthearted passion like he craved the sun on his skin. She just made him happy, made him feel whole and relaxed in a way no one had ever before. 

Now that he had finished with working on Lightyear until re-recording, he had jumped right into The Gray Man filming but he found himself missing that curly headed ray of sunshine in his life every single morning. They had basically had a running text thread but it wasn’t nearly enough for him and having the promise of being with her as soon as he made it through LA traffic made a warmth settled inside of him. 

He navigated the San Fernando neighborhood until he pulled up to the apartment building that the address led him to, parking his car and taking the stairs two at a time up to the second floor with a case of beer in hand, walking down the open-air hallway until he reached unit number seven. After knocking on the door loudly, he heard a familiar voice yelling, “Come in! It’s open!” 

He pushed the wooden front door and stepped into the hallway. He could see the open doorway at the end of the hall to Nat’s room, and next to that was the open living area. While he couldn’t outright see anyone, he could certainly hear the chaos inside, complete with Nat evidently yelling “Stop stealing my tacos, asshole.” He rounded the corner, stepping out of the hallway and into the living room to find Nat, Jamie, Mark, and Jamie’s wife standing around a round table, passing food to each other out of take-out boxes, with an empty spot reserved for Chris. With a furtive glance to the rest of the space, he saw a decent-sized, especially for the apartment, kitchen across the room from the table, against the wall with Nat’s bedroom, and then the rest of the space was a living room with large windows. 

Jamie’s wife – Lauren, he reminded himself – gave him a kind smile just before the rest of the group looked up with grins, but quickly Nat’s face turned into a scowl as she loudly asked, “Hold on, what the hell is that?” 

His brows furrowed, shifting the beer between his hands just as he asked her, “What?” 

“That thing on your face!” 

Jamie snorted, sharing a smirk with Lauren before Mark drawled, “For someone good looking, I’m not sure why you’d ruin your face with that.” 

“I mean, it works for porn stars, I figured I’d give it a try,” Chris shrugged nonchalantly, reaching up to touch his new mustache, hiding a smirk as he moved to put the beer on the counter and began putting a few in the fridge for later, the smirk appearing just as he heard Jamie snort again.

Nat’s face was still nearly pained as she watched him, Chris laughing as he turned and saw the look. “Please tell me that’s for a role and not just a mid-life crisis thing,” she nearly begged, but the twitch of her lips showed how amusing she found this. 

“It is so you all can calm down,” he placated, taking the already cold beer that was waiting for him in the fridge and opening it.  

“I don’t think we can because we’re still the ones who have to look at it,” Nat muttered, smirking when he met her eyes. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll forget about it once I’m kicking your ass at scrabble.” 

“I’d love to see you try.” 

“Well you’ll see it very shortly.” 

She rolled her eyes, waving a hand as she shot back, “Okay bigmouth, have a taco and then put your money where your mouth is.” 

Taking the taco that she handed him, he found a spot at the table and crunched on the dinner while the loud conversation filled in around him, making him feel right at home. It had been so long since he’d been able to do things like this with anyone other than his family and at first he thought that the reason he was having such a good time was because of having been without it for so long, but he knew that was only partly true. He knew the other reason he was enjoying himself so much was because of the feisty artist across the table from him arguing with Mark over if her most recent scrabble play was really a word or made up, then shooting him smirks just before making her next move, only aided by the phone she “definitely wasn’t looking up words on, Christopher,” that was laying in her lap.

“How in the world do you guys play with this cheater?” 

“I’m not cheating!” 

“Really? Because that phone you have out says otherwise,” he loudly retorted, hands flying before he pointed at Nat. 

“Oh look, I have the perfect letters for you,” Nat smiled while holding up the tile with the letter F and then showed him the U next, making the whole table burst into laughter. 

“When I was invited to game night, I didn’t think I’d be getting this kind of abuse.” 

“What did you think it would be? There are no friends on game night,” she murmured with a laugh, her foot gently kicking his shin from across the way underneath the table. 

“That’s why Nat’s single. Once someone comes to game night, they run screaming,” Jamie explained with a laugh, Chris joining in.

But Mark quickly shook his head, pointing a finger as he, a bit excitedly, insisted, “Evans calls her out though, he can hang.” 

“Well if you guys knew what game night with my family was like, this would look like the girl scouts,” Chris trailed off, smiling to himself as he took a sip of his beer. 

With Nat’s playful eyeroll, Jamie settled into the rattan chair, tilting his head at Chris as he asked, “So how do we get you to stick around?” 

But before he could respond, Lauren spoke up, quiet as she laughed, “I need you to stick around too because usually I can’t even keep up with these three so you can take my place and I’ll stay home.” 

“I think it’s going to be more the other way around. Once you guys see how competitive I am, I think this will be the first and last game night Nat will invite me too,” he grinned, shooting Nat a look as he smirked at her.  

But he barely heard Mark’s soft chuckle and strained his ears, just in time to hear the older man murmur, “Yeah, I doubt that.” 

At his words, Chris couldn’t help but glance across the table to see Nat’s reaction, watching the way she just ignored what was said and moved around the scrabble tiles on her board. The game carried on until they shifted to a gigantic puzzle, one that Nat had bought when she “was going stir crazy during quarantine for a stupidly jacked-up price on Amazon,” until Lauren and James had to go relieve their babysitter. Mark dipped out as well with a yawn, the trio saying goodbye to Chris before they headed to the door with Nat. 

He had just begun rinsing dishes to load her dishwasher when Nat returned from walking Jamie, Lauren, and Mark to the front door, a loud sigh filling the room as she quietly instructed him, “Chris, please don’t clean anything up.”

Chris scoffed as he turned to look at her from over his shoulder, the dishwasher blocking her from reaching him as he insisted, “Well I’m certainly not going to just leave this mess.” 

“You’ve been filming all day, I’m sure you’re tired. Seriously, I’ve got this, it won’t take me long,” she shook her head, stepping around the dishwasher carefully to get to him, her hand on his arm as she turned the sink off with her other hand. 

“It’ll go even faster if I help you,” he tried, all too aware of the hand still on his arm, resting on his bare skin below the short sleeve of his tee shirt.“Besides I’m pretty sure my Ma would fly out here from Boston and beat my ass if she knew I didn’t stay to help.” 

She was quiet for several moments, her jaw set stubbornly. “Well that’s a pretty long flight so let’s not put her through that. You want to put the game away?” She relented, nodding her head over to the table, messy with pieces from Scrabble and covered in puzzle pieces from the gigantic, five-hundred piece puzzle they’d started about an hour and a half before James and Lauren had to go relieve their babysitter, Mark leaving as well. Chris was careful as he began picking up the Scrabble pieces, not wanting to mess with the puzzle too much as Natalie took his place loading the dishwasher. “So does just your mom live in Boston or do any of your siblings live there too?” 

His back was to her as he squatted down, finding some tiles on her area rug and putting them in the bag. “My older sister Carly and her husband and kids live there,” he informed her. 

She hummed as she fumbled a dish, the rattle of it hitting the sink echoing through the space. Nat froze as Chris turned, the pair laughing together. Once they calmed down and he’d gotten back to rifling for more game tiles to put away, she asked him, “She’s the teacher, right?” 

“Yeah and she’s the only one with kids yet,” he supplied, sneaking a glance over his shoulder at her from behind, forcing himself to stop watching her as he continued, “Then my little sister lives there too and so does her fiance.” 

“Scott lives in California though,” she said, almost as if to remind herself as she turned to look at him from over her shoulder with a furrowed brow. He was facing her now, standing in between the table and the back wall, and when he met her eyes he nodded encouragingly. 

“Yep, down in West Hollywood with his boyfriend, which is nice that when I’m out here I get to see him,” Chris reminded her, they’d spoken about Scott during one of their countless lunches at Disney’s Burbank Studios between the end of February and the beginning of filming The Gray Man. He couldn’t remember when – or how – Scott had come up in conversation, likely when Chris was complaining about something, or what they’d spoken about, but that tended to be the theme with Nat. He could barely remember a single thing he’d say, only zeroing in on what she’d said, how she’d laughed, and how she made him feel – confident and assured. It also served as a pleasant distraction, as he’d absentmindedly eat the bland healthy shit he needed to without realizing it, but it also was a curse, as Nat found ways to wheedle him into splitting a side of fries or an ice cream cone with her. “He’s coming with me to Europe for The Gray Man though and I’m really excited about that. He stayed with me in Boston during the pandemic, I think I mentioned that, and we just had the best fuckin’ time being together that much and now I miss him like crazy.” 

“I understand that,” Nat nodded, a sympathetic smile on her lips before she turned the water off, placing the last dish in the dishwasher before she kicked it close with a grin. “I really have been missing my family so much.” 

“Didn’t you say your dad was coming to visit? Did that already happen?” He remembered suddenly, tilting his head as he jammed the Scrabble board back into the worn box, slotting it onto the corner shelf he’d seen Nat get the puzzle from earlier. She had just finished wiping down the counters quickly when he’d turned back around, heading towards the fridge to get them one last beer before she joined him at the table in front of the puzzle. 

She shook her head, handing him his beer as she explained, “Not yet, he’s coming in a couple weeks and I can’t wait. It feels like forever since I’ve seen him.” 

He nodded, turning his head and finding the framed picture on the wall across from them he’d noticed early on in the night, three tiny curly-haired, nearly identical looking girls grinning at the camera. He could tell instantly that the smallest one was Nat, complete with the scraped knobby knees covered in various bandages, but his eyes lingered on the man and woman in the picture. He knew instantly who they were, but he was quiet as he asked, “Is this him?” 

“Yeah, those are my parents,” she nodded, taking a deep breath. “And that’s me and my sisters there.” 

He hummed, a small smile on his lips as he looked at the younger version of Nat, her short curly hair falling in rings around her chubby cheeks. “I love old photos like this with the whole family together,” he told her, turning back to look at her and asking, “They all live in Seattle still, right?” 

“Yeah, my dad’s a ferry boat captain and has been our whole lives so he still does that,” she explained, oddly quiet for once. She paused to take a sip of her beer before adding, “And my sisters and their families live nearby too.” 

Chris nodded, eyes moving back to the picture and to the woman holding toddler Nat in her lap. Her eyes were the same as Nat’s, blue and striking. “What about your mom?”

She hesitated and took a deep breath, staying quiet long enough for Chris to look at her confusedly until she quietly explained, “My mom passed away,” 

He felt like an absolute idiot, knowing now that she’d deliberately avoided any outright mention of her mother until he all but demanded an explanation. For nearly two months now, the only family she spoke of was her father, sisters, and her nieces and nephew. “Oh Nat, I’m so sorry,” he apologized, mentally beating himself up for forcing her to discuss something that clearly was hard for her to do. 

“It’s alright,” she placated, but her words did little to quell him. It wasn’t until she gave him a smile that his heart rate began to lessen. She began to assemble a few puzzle pieces in front of her, slotting them into the empty spaces from earlier as she explained, “My mom died when I was almost two and this picture is the one of the few pictures we have of the whole family together, so that’s why it’s kind of special to me.” 

He was quiet, following her lead and resuming the puzzle. Once he’d snapped a few pieces of his own in, he apologized again, “Nat, I really am so sorry. I didn’t know about your mom.” 

“It’s okay, it’s not something that really comes up in conversation very often,” she shrugged, biting her lower lip as she analyzed the puzzle to determine where her piece would fit, occasionally glancing at the box next to her. “I was so young when she died that I don’t remember her.” 

“Do either of your sisters remember her?” He asked quietly, treading carefully before he rushed to add, “If you don’t mind me asking, it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to pry.” 

“Sometimes it’s actually kind of nice to talk about her. It makes her feel a little bit more real,” she admitted, relaxing a bit before she sat up straight, a grin on her face as she placed her piece into the correct spot. “My oldest sister, Heather, remembers her a lot and my middle sister, Alex, has some memories, but my dad always talked about her and told us so many stories about her.” 

“I’m sure it was hard for him so that’s really incredible that he kept talking about her.” 

“My dad adored her and as painful as it was, I think he likes sharing her with us. Even now he talks about her all the time and says things like ‘Shelly would think that’s so funny,’ or ‘Mom would have loved that about you, Nattie,’ and that’s kind of helped keep her alive for us.” 

He smiled, chin in his hand as he listened to her. He watched her work effortlessly on the puzzle, unable to sit still for long, as she told him the stories from her life. “Your dad sounds like a wonderful person,” he told her with not an ounce of doubt in his mind. 

“He is,” Nat told him, handing a pile of pieces to Chris for him to sort through. “He raised three girls with all the love in the world. Even though we only had one parent, it never felt like we missed anything.” 

He nodded as he rifled through pieces, sorting them into piles depending on the color of the piece. “I know you’ve mentioned before that your sisters are a lot different than you… who’s more like your dad?” 

She all but snorted, loosened up again as the topic approached more comfortable subjects. “Oh for sure, me. He’s kind of quirky and is probably the biggest dreamer I know. He had to give up a lot to support us as a single dad, but he always pushed us to follow our heart… especially me. He’s the one who insisted I go to art classes,” she explained, shrugging a bit as she took another sip of her beer. 

And he knew without a doubt that Nat – despite her obvious talents – wouldn’t be where she was without the support of her father, something she likely felt as well given the look in her eyes. “He obviously saw something special in you,” he pointed out. 

“He sees something special in everyone,” she added, but paused, looking at the puzzle in front of them. “But I think there’s a part of him that really wanted me to get to do what I dreamed of. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m the youngest, or because he didn’t get the chance to chase after his dreams fully. I think he also feels a little guilty about me not having my mom… she had cancer when they got pregnant with me and my dad has told me that he feels guilty about choosing to have me knowing that I most likely wasn’t going to have a mother growing up.” 

“Your dad is obviously a really tender person,” he told her quietly. “He does sound a lot like you.”

“I’d like to be half the person he is.” 

“Well I don’t know him but I think you are, and a lot more,” he shrugged, a genuine smile on his lips when she met his eyes. 

“Thanks Chris,” she genuinely told him, her voice small. “Sorry for just spilling all of that out, I didn’t mean to just dump all of that on you.” 

“I’m honored that you did,” he admitted, shrugging. “I love people being honest about their emotions and willing to share them, I think it’s such a beautiful thing.” 

He watched as Nat tipped her head back, curls shaking with her laughter before her twinkling eyes gave away her amusement, “Well I’m an artist so I have like every emotion known to man, usually all at once.” 

“I know that feeling,” Chris muttered, knowing what a deeply emotional person that he had always been and still was. “I especially was feeling a lot of them when you hit me in the forehead with that scrabble tile earlier.” 

“...You deserved it,” she simply replied, making his heart beat a little quicker from the look on her face. 

“Says who?” 

“Says me.” 

“Sounds like a pretty weak reasoning to me,” Chris couldn’t help but send a smirk in her direction before his blue eyes glanced over to the clock hanging on her wall, internally groaning before telling her, “I hate to say it but I probably should head out. I have an early call tomorrow morning.” 

A wry smirk spread across her lips and she huffed out a laugh as she pushed her chair back. “Yeah you movie stars need your beauty sleep.” 

He laughed along with her, shaking his head as they both rose from their seats and made their way down her front hall to the apartment door. “Thanks for inviting me tonight Nat, it was really nice,” he told her quietly. 

“I had a great time too,” she told him, making Chris’ stomach tighten a little by the look on her face before she tucked some of her curls behind her ear, “This is kind of our Tuesday night thing so you’re always welcome if you’re not too busy fending off the paparazzi.” 

“Well I’d love to come again but it’ll just depend on how much you cheat,” he smirked, dodging a light shove from Nat at his words. 

She rolled her eyes playfully, muttering, “Sounds like I invited you back a little too preemptively.” 

“Too late now,” he shot a look in her direction while slipping his feet into the sneakers he had left by the door. “So I’ll see you next Tuesday?”

“Next Tuesday,” She nodded, coming over to the door where he was finishing getting his shoes on. “Night Chris.”

He turned, shooting a genuine smile just before she moved, slipping her arms around his broad frame and squeezing him before she pulled away, just as he murmured, “Goodnight Nat.” 

With one last smile shared between them, he stepped out of her apartment into the night, heading down to his car as he smiled to himself. As he stepped out of the covered stairwell and towards the parking lot, he quickly found his car, getting in and turning it on, just as he finally pulled out his phone for the first time since he got to the apartment complex several hours earlier. 

He wasn’t surprised to see a multitude of missed notifications, including an email with tomorrow’s call times, a reminder of where he was to go to get a COVID test before he would be allowed on set, a few texts – one from his mom, his sister, and several from Scott – along with two missed calls from him. 

Deciding to just call Scott back, he began driving as the call connected to his car’s Bluetooth. It only rang one or two times before his brother’s dry voice answered, “I was starting to think you were dead.” 

“Sorry, I was over at Nat’s house tonight and-”

“Nat?” 

“Yeah Natalie, she’s the Pixar animator I’ve been working with a little on Lightyear,” he reminded him, looking out his car windows at traffic before he turned onto the street and began the thirty minute drive home. 

“No, I remember who she is… I mean, how could I forget with how much you talk about her,” Scott trailed off, his voice surprised. 

“Well she just had a few of her co-workers over that she’s close with for a game night and I went,” Chris explained, frowning slightly before he turned his attention back to the road. “Was there something you were wanting to talk about or were you just calling to say hi?” 

Scott chuckled lowly, a few muffled sounds on the other end of the call as he moved around. “I was calling to tell you a funny story but now I’m a little more interested in what’s going on with you,” he admitted. 

“What do you mean?” 

“About Nat,” Scott shot back, Chris able to practically see his younger brother roll his eyes. “Are you into her?” 

“I mean, I really enjoy her… and she’s very attractive, but I don’t know yet,” he sighed, shifting uncomfortably at the change in conversation. He’d definitely thought about it, it was only natural after spending so much time with Nat in the past month and a half, but he was scared to ruin something with someone he had to work so closely with, especially someone whose role was solely to work on his character for the next year. 

“You don’t know yet? Are you joking me?” Scott scoffed.  “What happened to the Chris who met a girl, talked her up and got her number in less than two minutes?” 

He rolled his eyes, murmuring, “Trust me, that Chris is long gone.” 

“Why do you say that? Are you not wanting to jump into anything because you’re going to be so busy coming up?” 

“No, it’s not really that…I don’t know, I think, it’s kind of what I talked through with you a few times last year. The pandemic really made me look at things differently,” he admitted, narrowing his eyes as he merged onto the highway. The downtime during quarantine definitely was much-appreciated, but he’d also found himself longing for a chance to have a partner, have someone to share his life with, and to have the chance to create something together. “I thought back a lot to my relationship with Jenny and I feel like I tried to make that happen.” 

“Because you did,” Scott’s voice was plain as he affirmed Chris’ thought.

“I know,” Chris agreed, sighing. “I think I wanted to get married and have a family so badly that then when I was so surprised by how much I liked Jenny, I just figured that must be it and I tried to force the pieces together… but I don’t want to do that again.” 

“You don’t need a repeat of that mess.” 

“That’s for damn sure,” he replied, then shrugged to himself as he stared out the windshield of his car. “I just want to let what happens, happen. If it’s right, it’ll work out.” 

Scott was quiet for several moments, taking in Chris’ words as Chris drove on the highway towards Laurel Canyon. Finally, his younger brother quietly said, “Quarantine really did change you, man.” 

“Hopefully for the better,” Chris said, smirking at Scott’s outburst of laughter. 

“Still waiting on the verdict on that one,” his brother told him, Chris smirking at the cheap shot. 

“That may be true,” he admitted, leaning back against his seat as he slowed to a stop in traffic. 

“Seriously though, I’m proud of you bro. You’ve come a long way in the relationship department,” Scott surprised him, his voice nothing but complimentary. 

Chris smiled to himself, knowing he’d felt the same whenever his thoughts returned to this place over the past year. “I’m ready to just let things happen naturally,” he admitted, pausing a bit before he added, “But I really hope it does with Nat, that’s something about her that’s just… really special.” 

He could practically hear Scott smiling from the other end of the phone but then got distracted by the lengthy and comical story that Scott launched into, keeping him laughing until he was pulling into the garage of his home. Chris said goodnight to his brother before climbing out of his car and stepped inside the house where his happy dog was bouncing around his feet almost instantly. 

Chris took his time greeting Dodger with his own excitement while he scratched his chin and planted a kiss on top of his head, asking him, “You ready to go outside? Do you want to go run around? C’mon bubba.” 

Understanding his direction, Dodger ran to the back door where he pressed the nose against the glass until Chris let him out. He watched as he took off like a rocket, running around to get some of his energy out but his thoughts, while focused on Dodger, were also lingering in the emotions surrounding Nat, leading him to slip his phone out of his pocket and open his texts, sending, ‘You better not cheat on me by finishing that puzzle without me.’

His eyes found Dodger again, keeping a careful eye on the dog as he moved about the yard, sniffing the grass. It kept his focus just until his phone vibrated in his hand, his eyes flying to the device to read Nat’s reply. 

‘Are we sure that’s cheating? We’re not puzzle partners, are we?’ 

He let out a sharp laugh, pausing as Dodger’s ears perked up at the sound and he came trotting over. Leading Dodger to the sliding glass doors and inside the house, he typed back, ‘We are now.’ 

‘I don’t know… this seems like a big step in our relationship.’ 

He smirked, enjoying the banter and tension as he sent, ‘I’m ready for the commitment if you are.’ 

‘Alright, puzzle partners it is.’ 

Chris couldn’t help but smile as he looked at his phone, feeling that same excited feeling inside his stomach that he did everytime he interacted with Nat. He didn’t want to rush into something, ruining a relationship by diving in head first or making something happen that wasn’t there, but at the same time he knew there was something about Nat that he wasn’t going to let slip through his fingers so easily. And although it’d be worth it in the end to let things happen naturally, he knew without a doubt that the wait would test every ounce of him. 

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[foolondahill17]

Dear Mr. Vonnegut,

Transcript (bracketed text are notes from Mrs. Dalton):

[11/15/94, please add date]

[C- please see me after class]

Dear Mr. Vonnegut,

[Introduce yourself here]

We’re supposed to pick our favorite author and write them a letter, or whatever. I don’t have a favorite author because I’m not a fucking [unacceptable language!] nerd, but I thought Cat’s Cradle was the best book we read so far by process of elimination (no offense). I just thought the other books were stupid. My Antonia? Total snooze fest [point taken]. And the story about the tricked-out wallpaper? 

I get that it was supposed to “mean something,” but – call me crazy – I think a story should have a good story before you start talking about hidden meanings. Some lady getting locked in her bedroom and hallucinating - that’s a shitty [language!] story. If I were her, I would have just jumped out the window or beat my husband over the head with a lamp. Not that I’m ever gonna have a husband. I’m a dude. But my point is, it doesn’t matter if the story’s secretly some feminist commentary on how we shouldn’t lock up women (see, Mrs. Dalton? I do pay attention) [not quite] if it’s just a crummy story in the first place. 

But Cat’s Cradle was a good story, first, before all those messages about how we shouldn’t have gone so crazy with nuclear technology during the Cold War because it might blow up the earth someday. But anyway, the story was good, you get me? It was funny and weird and had all that new age religion and science fiction stuff – kind of like “Star Trek.” 

I liked the stuff about Bokonism Bokononism. There’s this real stuck up prissy bitch in class named Marie [very inappropriate to discuss another student like this!] who was really upset that Bokononism was basically saying that all religion is just a bunch of lies people make up to make themselves feel better about the fact that everyone dies. And Mrs. Dalton said that, why did it matter if it was all lies if it still brought people peace? I don’t know, I think I’d rather not be lied to and find peace on my own terms, you get me? But Marie was all like “but Jesus is the truth and the Bible is the word of God.” People like her are all over Texas. I hope we move soon. It’s way too fucking [language!] hot here, too. 

My dad’s got this friend who’s a pastor who used to babysit me and my brother all the time. He’s always saying the same kind of stuff Marie is, accept [except] he’s not a jerk about it. He thinks that the evil all around us is proof that there’s good, too. My mom used to think that. She taught me the hole [whole] “when I lay me down to sleep” schtick, but then she ended up dying, anyway, by something so evil you wouldn’t even believe it if I told you. 

The foot thing was kind of kinky [??], but one thing I liked about Bokononism was the karass idea. I move around a lot, so I meet a lot of people, and I guess some of them have sorta joined my karass [nice connection to your personal life]. I don’t think we’re cosmically linked like the book was talking about, but I think it’s weird [significant?] that we all met each other even though we normally never would have. Like if Dad never met Pastor Jim, he never would have met Caleb and Bobby [run-on sentence] and then me and Sam never would have spent that summer with Bobby [run-on sentence] and I never would have learned how to replace a catalytic converter [impressive!], which was helpful because I had to do it all by myself on the Impala when Dad broke his arm and I needed to drive [??] Sam to school.

It’s like what Newt said: “life’s just a game of Cat’s Cradle. [end quote] I see what you mean, but I don’t know if I totally agree. It just seems so pointless if you really think about it. Life’s nothing more than interconnected strings [nicely phrase]. It’s…doomful [??]. (My dweeb little brother says “inevitable” is a better word) [It is a better word]. 

Living in a world where you’re not in control of your decisions seems kinda depressing. I mean, I don’t have a lot of control over where we live or what my dad does for a living, but at least I get to decide to help people. It’s not me who’s trapped inside a story that��s already been written. I’m not some corpse on the highest mountain of some Caribean Caribbean Island, thumbing my nose to God. I’ve got more power than that, right? [A significant question]

Anyway, it ain’t like you’re actually going to read this because I probably won’t get a chance to send it. And Mrs. Dalton won’t get to read it, either, [spoke too soon] because I won’t even be at this school in a week. But there’s nothing else to do while I wait for Dad to get back home. There’s nothing good on TV after 11:00, so I might as well do homework. He said he’d be back in time for dinner, but it’s already 1 AM. [??]

Bye, [Regards,] 

- Dean W.

 A+, you’re a genious [genius] Mr. Winchester! [haha]

[Passably written, and you followed the assignment well enough, but your language and attitude toward your fellow students are unacceptable.]

*Pages surrounded by doodles of a devils trap, fire, Star Wars logo, book, stick-figures, grocery list (peanut butter, apples, bread, soup, cereal, socks), snail, partly erased cartoon dog, glasses, gun, Scooby Doo, baseball, skull, Samulet, Chevrolet logo, Zeppelin lyrics (‘Twas in the darkest depths of Mordor I met a girl so fair, but Gollum, and the evil one, crept up and slipped away with her), note: Call dentist for Sammy! 555-8451*

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Part Ten: Storm's End

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Summary: AU where Visenya, Rhaenyra's only daughter lives and is born as her eldest child. To all of Westeros she is seen as the only trueborn child of Ser Leanor and Rhaenyra, but in truth her father happens to be Deamon.

Author's note: Hi, this a shorter, filler chapter. I do not really enjoy writing these, but they are needed towards the story itself. As per the previous chatper I'll live here the links to the two maps I use to find places, and calculate travel time, so that if you wish you can better follow the movements of each character. "this map of Westeros from AWOIAF which details every major point of interest. This way we all can know where anyone is at any given moment, and how might they get there, and the other is isochronic map of Westeros by Atlas of Ice and Fire which basically shows how many days of travel are needed to reach any place in Westeros. This last map is foundamental in creating a timeline I find. Of course, if any of you are also writing a ff, or planning to, look at this resources, they are amazing!"

Warning: Violence, burning, death by fire

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As Balerion kept bathing the castle with his dark flames Visenya could clearly see the uppermost levels of the keep slowly turning red. The red hue became brighter and brighter every passing minute, so much so that it illuminated the surrounding areas to the round tower that made the main body of Storm’s End. It almost seemed like it wasn’t the dead of the night.

From below it must look like an eerie, terrible, sunset illuminating the castle grounds, if it wasn’t for the enormous beast currently blasting the tower with his flames.

From her position she couldn’t see much of the stone structure, or rather what was happening to it,  but her mind held a rather specific image of what it must look like, for she had read about it, and she had seen Harrenhall once.

The shouts and terrible screams of those who were on the battlements had long since vanished. In truth they lasted moments, the fires so hot it incinerated, or melted, she didn’t know exactly, those people almost instantly. If indeed Borros Baratheon was amongst his soldiers, there was nothing left of him now.

Visenya lost track of the time, but she bid Balerion to stop his fires, and when the last of his flames died out in the wind, she noted how the battlements of the higher layer of the keep had melted down. 

She hadn’t intended to burn the entire thing to the ground, but rather just to remind the stormlanders, or any other who might entertain the idea of opposing them, just how deadly the situation might get. How pointless it was to stand against the black dread.

She vividly remembered reading about Aegon’s battle at Harrenhall, how the riverlords had reported seeing the high towers of the keep melting like wax candles in the night. 

Storm’s End was now no different, with the fire melting down parapets, merlons and parts of the walls of the keep’s higher level.

It indeed looked like a great, fat, candle melting down. She hoped it was enough of a message, she hoped she didn’t have to do it again. Balerion didn’t really care.

She also knew that the stone would maintain his red hue for hours into the night.

Visenya had Balerion landing on a nearby watchtower, to better inspect the situation down below.

Upon agreeing to send her here, her mother had ordered a small host to accompany her, or rather, to immediately prepare and march to Storm’s End. To assist her in conquering the keep, and to hold it. It was too vital of a spot to allow it into the enemy's end.

The host her mother ordered to follow her, which departed several days ago, could be seen in the distance. The faint flames of the camp’s torch a beacon in the dark night. They likely were already moving in her direction.

She waited to hear the distinct sound of the cavalry approaching before ordering her dragon to move and perch atop the walls and gates of Storm’s End, where she would address those who fled the castle.

None fought as the soldiers lined up and surrounded the group of people. And none spoke when she decided to join them on the ground to address them.

Balerion reluctantly climbed down the wall, and allowed her to dismount. He didn’t move any further, placing his huge wing talons on either side of her. To have better reaction time should anyone entertain stupid ideas.

&lt;<When I came here last, some moons ago>> Visenya began, willing her voice to be loud, strong and unfaltering, <<Lord Baratheon swore allegiance to his rightful Queen, my mother. Some of you were present I’m sure>> she scanned the crowd and easily spotted the Baratheon girls still mounted on horseback, still flanked by what she assumed were loyal and selected members of their household guards.

The Targaryen host’s arrival had likely prevented their escape.

&lt;<Yet not even half a year later he decided to break this oath, his own word, rebel against the crown and wage war upon his own blood>> She said this last peace looking at the eldest, Cassandra if she recalled correctly, directly in the eyes.

&lt;<I’m sure that there is no need to remind you that my grandmother, Princess Rhaenys, is Lord Borros' own cousin.>> In truth she wasn’t even sure some of these people knew. How many years had passed since Lady Jocelyn’s death ? How many of them had been alive when her grandmother was born? Not many, she assumed, looking at the young faces.

&lt;<The Ladies will be escorted back to King’s Landing, were they will be given protection and quarters befitting of their station, for they are, after all our kin>> She resumed looking at Cassandra, trying to understand what manners of emotions might show on her face. What her allegiances were. <<and my mother the Queen>> she stretched Rhaenyra’s title, <<does not wish for her kin to be harmed>> unlike the usurper and his rebellious lord, but she didn’t need to voice that part of the sentence.

&lt;<Storm’s End now belongs to Lady Cassandra, as Borros’ eldest issue, unless he was to be recovered alive>> The girls faces were a mask, rage perhaps, or fear, either one of those emotions ruled their expressions, she hoped it was fear, it was the most useful out of the two options, <<the Queen expects your oath of allegiance as soon as you will reach the capital>>.

Visenya ordered her men to spare a unit to clear whatever parts of the keep were safe to enter, to find and assist any wounded. And bury whatever death could be recovered.

&lt;<Consider it a mercy that I was the one who came and not the Prince Consort>> She said to the Baratheon soldiers and the girls when Visenya passed them to reach the camp.

&lt;<How is this a mercy?>> Called one of the guards, a middle aged man clad in fine armor, their commander, perhaps, she turned to face him <<do you think Daemon Targaryen would have spared your lives?>> She didn’t need to hear the response.

Visenya then strolled to her tent, where she  would spend the night, with Balerion curled up around it, for the castle’s sleeping quarters were either melted down or too hot to even be close to.

Upon entering the tent set up for her, she heard, and felt, Balerion's huge body wrapping around it, like a giant, fire breathing, wyrm. It immediately made her feel safer.

Visenya took one look at the map that was laid on a small wooden table close to her bedroll. A map of the stormlands and closest areas.

She ran a finger on the smooth piece of parchment, Cregan and Ser Edric should be closer to Bitterbridge now, if not past it already. If they didn’t encounter any obstacle at all in their travel. She prayed they didn’t.

Aemond should be in Oldtown however. Still she hadn’t heard any whisper, gossip or rumor regarding that matter. If it was a good or a bad thing, she didn’t know.

&lt;<Princess?>> Shouted a voice from outside. Visenya regrettably moved towards the exit, Balerion shifting at the same time. The man in front of her was the commander of the unit, a knight formerly at the command of the city watch under her father. One of Daemon’s trusted.

&lt;&lt;Come in>> She said retreating to the tent.

Visenya sat on the bedroll, expecting a full report that came immediately, &lt;<the Ladies have been placed in a tent guarded by my most trusted men, the soldiers that had accompanied them are being interrogated right at this moment>> to grasp any information on Aegon, armies, supply chains and whatnot. <<The men you ordered in the castle returned with some wounded: servants mostly. Still there were no tracks of the usurper, nor of the former Lord Baratheon. He likely perished on the walls>>.

She unceremoniously grabbed the small wooden table and dragged it in front of her, &lt;<should we expect any attack from Borros’ lords?>> She asked, eyeing the closest castles. 

Visenya had expected to find Storm’s End empty, arriving to find Borros, his daughters and any loyal men having fled at the news of a Targaryen host marching in their direction.

Her gender, maybe, made him too question her resolve to uphold her own word.

And for his stupidity, he burned. Likely melted down to be forever part of his own keep.

Daemon would find it rather poetic.

&lt;&lt;Not yet>> Not while the dragon outside lingers in the camp. Rebels or not, men are not stupid enough to walk in the maws of a dragon.

&lt;<But Lord Baratheon had called his banners, and prepared a host>> Gone, that one, with Aegon probably, <<should they return, we expect a siege>> not a hill to die on, the commander was trying to tell her. But neither a keep to leave to enemies.

Half melted or not, Storm’s End is one of the most secure castles in the continent. His walls could withstand a long siege, and the rough seas beyond could provide a supply chain to make it long and tiring.

&lt;<We are to hold Storm’s End>> Visenya said, remembering her mother’s order, Daemon’s words whispered to her hear the night before, she bet, <<I will personally patrol to locate any and all hosts nearing>>, she memorized the map in front of her, the castle, the terrain and which routes might be taken. <<I want the Baratheon girls to start the journey to the capital at dawn>> The man nodded, to have moving out of their liege’s lords territory as soon as possible, <<they are too valuable hostages to lose, so entrust them to your most loyal men, send half the host if you deem it safer. As soon as we send word, the Queen will dispatch a larger host to join us>>.

She resumed looking at the map, to decide what the better course of action would be. Holding and securing this part of the stormlands was vital to avoid being cut off completely by their dornish allies.

&lt;<Send word to Tarth: they rather renew their allegiance to the Queen, or I shall fly Balerion to Evenfall Hall>> The man nodded, <<I don’t think there’s need to explain how vital the island is, should Storm’s End be sieged>> ensuring a supply route and any routes towards Dorne must be their priority.

&lt;<Do the same with every lord of the stormlands, but the closest to our location have precedence>> She then unrolled another map: Dorne and the southern stormlands. It was given to her by Ser Edric; these maps indicated each and every passage through the mountains that connected the two kingdoms.

&lt;<As soon as reinforcements arrive from the capital, I wish you to send a sizable host to hold Nightsong and Harvest Hall, to secure the prince’s pass>> Visenya pointed each keep on the map as she mentioned them, <<you will also send a smaller host to Balckheaven, you will do so in secret, to hold the boneway. It will be our main source of supply from Dorne. There are many watchtowers in the mountains between the two passes: as soon as they are both secure we must send men to mend and hold them, they will be eventually joined by the dornish.>>

Visenya finally dismissed the man with additional orders: to secure the rainwood, as soon as it was possible to send men, and keep the household guards in the dungeons of Storm’s End, to avoid any escape.

When she at last slouched on the bed she thought of Aemond, if he was indeed in Oldtown, if he had betrayed her already. Or if he was to keep true to his word.

—

The answer to that question arrived days later, with a messenger sent from the capital: the beacon on the Hightower glows green, the piece of parchment said.

The message was sent from Honeyholt, the seat of Lord Beesbury, the man, Ser Westerling said, that Cole had killed after he had sworn allegiance to her mother. 

The man soon after strode off to King’s Landing with her own message to deliver, and left Visenya to study those she received. Her father had included the original piece of parchment in the midst of all the orders he had for the man in the camp, the same she had already given days ago. She let a bit of pride unroll in her mind.

She studied the small piece of parchment, a message via crow, given the small dimension.

It was written in Aemond’s handwriting. That was why her father had included it. 

It was a silent request: why is your husband in the middle of enemy territory and not by your side? Visenya, back then, didn’t include her father in her planning. Didn’t mean to even now, or else any and all chances existing, however small they were, to settle this war fast and with little casualties would disappear, gone like tides early in the morning. Daemon was not a man of peace.

She decided to simply ignore her father’s implications, and break her fast at last. 

Visenya was now located within the castle, since it cooled down enough to allow men inside, in the last days.

Slowly the entirety of the host was moved within the castle grounds: those of higher station were given room inside the keep itself, yet a lot simply had moved the tents from outside the gates to the main courtyard.

At least they were within the safety of Storm’s End’s high walls.

Visenya readied herself for flight after consuming her small breakfast, composed of hard bread, cheese and dried meat. There had been no point in bringing fancy foods to battle. 

Today she would fly off towards Nightsong later, but in doing so she would soar above the rainwoods, and each of the stormlands’ houses whose loyalty was uncertain.

The lord of Tarth had sworn his loyalty to the Queen, the other neighboring keeps however had been emptied of all their fighting men, all of which she knew, now lined with the army of her uncle, who had still had to make an appearance.

He would strike when he was sure the dragons were as far away as possible, surely. And with Daemon in the riverlands, only Meleys and Syrax remained in King’s Landing.

If Aegon was indeed in Oldtown, she had to hope that her plan would work. If he had fled, she had to ensure the blow was so great he needed to respond.

That thought accompanied her towards her dragon. Balerion was licking his thumbs, he had just broken his fast himself, and was more than ready to fly off. Not to battle today, though, a host had already secured the vital keeps they needed, but to make sure everyone on land saw her dragon, and remembered what had occurred merely days ago in Storm’s End. What could befall on them.

—

Storm’s End burned.

Rather, it melted down on itself, like the great towers of Harrenhall. Just like she had promised.

Aemond gripped the handles of his chair until his knuckles became white. She had burned one the greatest keeps on the continent to ground, or halfway to, the reports were blurry.

An eerie silence fell on his great uncle’s council room. No one believed that it could happen again, that Visenya would indeed do as she promised, that she would stomach going to war herself.

She had been already, he had said to Lord Ormund, to the Stepstones, and won’t shy away from battle, he had hoped they would listen and cease this nonsense, Yet the council of Lords had declared that his wife’s womanly instincts would make her turn away to the safety of the capital, no matter the dragon she rode.

How wrong they had been.

&lt;<Your sole hope, great uncle, is to cease this nonsense>> He quietly said, <<Aegon is dragonless, thanks to my wife, Daeron is hostage in King’s Landing, Tessarion locked in the pit>> He said for what felt like the millionth time, <<and I won’t accourse my name and honor in riding to battle with my own wife>> sue for peace, he wanted to say, sue for peace be content that I could sit the throne when it passes to Visenya.

He knew it was pointless to voice this idea, Aemond one-eye, they called him, as if the missing eye made him half a man. Useless save for his dragon and his wife.

Aemond stood unceremoniously when the lords at the table began talking again. Ignoring what he had just said.

The ache on his face was pungent now, as if Lucerys’ blade was still cutting his flesh open, even years later. It would never go away, the maesters had said, the cut was so deep that he had to live the rest of his life with painful consequences.

He quickly strode towards the chambers that had been assigned to him, fast, but not fast enough to give the impression that he was in a hurry, or in pain. He reached the old wooden doors, pushed them open and quickly locked them behind himself.

The wound pulsing under his eyepatch.

Aemond had quickly learned the patter of his pains: sometimes it would be like needles picking at his skin, other times he would feel the sapphire scratching at the back of his head, other times, like this one, the pain slowly began so much and so acute his only hope was essence of nightshade. To fall asleep and pray all of the seven he could sleep long enough that when he awoke, the pain would be gone.

So Aemond discarden his eyepatch, strode towards his nightstand, where the nightshade was always waiting for him, a new cup each day. Downed it and shut the blinds, to create absolute dark. The perfect condition to quickly fall asleep.

In the dark he clawed at his face, as if the pressure from his hands would somehow ease the burning pain he was feeling, he was almost out of breath.

By memory, as he had been forced to do since those fateful days, he found the bed and fell on it. He always had to memorize rooms, halls and any other space, if he hoped to navigate them without showing any problems with his sight.

With that thought in mind, Aemond fell asleep. And dreamt of castles and towers melting down, surrounded by black flame.

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Next up! Scrum!

So... this may be a controversial post... I swear, no listen, I SWEAR that is not on purpose nor is it a goal. I hate that nonsense, but I wanted to give you a heads up. If people start talks in the replies or the reposts, be kind. Read the entire post, and their answers and consider their context before engaging in a constructive manner, or decide you have nothing to say that will improve things. And remember the hermeneutics of generosity. (Basically, assume the writer means well, and is just not good at getting their point across) https://nerdfighteria.info/v/ovrzKCQ2JTM/

I say this because entire books have been written about how to do scrum... which I personally consider somewhat insane. And it is my opinion that a lot of this is just the business management consulting scammers that again have taken perfectly good systems, concepts and words and abused them to the point of meaninglessness.

Because scrum is SIMPLE. And great BECAUSE it is simple. A bit harder than agile, but then, usually the way to the goal IS harder than defining the goal, so that checks out. So just like my post on agile, let us start with what problem is scrum trying to solve.

Basically, a company wants to be more agile. But just bursting open a door, pointing to some random developers while yelling "BE AGILE" proved a somewhat ineffective strategy (except for Steve, who immediately did a full split). To be agile you want the development team to decide how they want to do development... so what do you do when they don't know themselves? You do scrum!

Scrum (Named after the "All players grab each-others shoulders and listen to a super quick message by the coach" thing in sportsball) is a plan for how to plan development, analyze how you are doing development, and improve it. It centers around a team of developers (Usually between 4-8) and a constant time period called a sprint. This is usually 1-3 weeks. Then you do these steps: 1: Make a plan for the next sprint. Take the tasks that needs doing, break them down into clear tasks, and hand them out to people. Try to get the amount of work given to each developer as close to the amount of time they have to work on it in the sprint. Write these things down, however you want. 2: Do the sprint! Basically, do development. Each day, have a super short meeting where each developer explains what they did yesterday, and what they plan to do today. With focus on decisions they have made. Each person talks for 1-3 min. If you need to talk more, do it with the specific people you need AFTER this meeting. 3: When the sprint is over, evaluate how the sprint went. This is the most important part, and the one that should be spend the most time and effort on. Because this is the real core of SCRUM. Did everyone manage to do their tasks? Did some run out of things to do? Was certain tasks harder than expected? Why? What things we did could be improved? What things we did should be done differently, or not at all?

You write down your hypotheses, and start again at step 1 with making a plan for the next sprint, this time, with changes you want to test.

If you just realized that this is the very well known "fuck around and find out" or "The scientific method" as some nerds call it, then congratulations! You now understand Scrum at a deeper level than 90% of companies!

Now. There are 2 extra roles in the development team to make sure this method... you know, actually works 1: A scrum master. This is essentially just the poor sucker who makes sure that the team actually follows the plan, and remembers the steps that was agreed upon. They note down interesting things said during the daily meetings, the plan during the planning and the ideas and thoughts during the retrospective meeting. They are NOT a leader or manager. They do NOT dictate anything. Usually they are just a developer who have the magical skill "Being able to take notes and participate in the meeting at the same time" (I am a bit in awe of that skill).

2: A product owner. Sadly, developers have to actually make stuff, not just have fun. And the product owner is there to make sure that everything still centers around the correct goal. "To make great software for whoever wanted to software". If the team is developing software for a costumer outside the firm, then this is a representative of that firm. Ideally the specific person who ordered it. If they are making software based on orders by a manager or a marketing leader, then the product owner is that person. Only the person who wants the software knows what the software should be like. And humans are terrible at communicating so you do not want a game of telephone going on or the futile game of "Just have the costumer write down what they want the software to do, and then we make it". Because the product owner is often busy and so it is ok for them to only show up at the planning and retrospective meetings and it is ok for them to video call in, but their participation is MANDATORY. They MUST be an active part of the meetings or none of this will work.

We want the team to make changes to how they develop, and what they develop on the fly (The developers decide how, they product owners what). And if you do that without a constant line to the product owner, the project will go off the rail very quickly and fail with almost 100% certainty. It is also a great help because not only will the developers be able to get questions answered quickly, the product owner will also get a good insight into how the thing they want are actually being made and make better decisions. Wrong assumptions will be caught early, and misunderstandings minimized. Maybe a thing they want is really hard to do. If they want it enough, then maybe the hard work is worth it. Maybe not. You find out by TALKING.

That is it. That is Scrum. Now, you may already have spottet why so many people get confused on what scrum is, or how specific or expansive it is. Because what scrum is, is a super simple setup, designed to mutate, and test if those mutations are good. Meaning after a while, a team may only have the short meetings every other day. Or have tasks given to sub-teams of 2-3 developers. Or drop the daily meeting and have Sprints that last half a week. Or have moved some of their developers to teams that fits them better, and gotten developers that like the way THIS team works. Or maybe they have a extra meeting in every sprint with a select group of people outside the team that are experienced in working with what the team is currently working on. Or maybe a team does not want to do any part of basic scrum.

And none of these are right or wrong . The ONLY thing that matters is "Does it work for THIS team?".

You may think "But you just described a structure with rules that seem rather strict...". Correct! That is the STARTING point. Meaning very few teams will be running exactly like that, because most teams (hopefully) did not just recently start existing.

But sometimes you also want a reset. A team may not be working well anymore. Maybe some key team members have left the company or gotten other jobs. And it is decided that it is easier to go back to basic scrum and start inventing a new way to do things for the current team. Maybe the team think they might be a bit too used to a current way of doing things to come up with a new one. Maybe the team is dissolved, and its members put into other teams, and a new team is created in its stead to start from basic scrum with individuals from other teams that wants to try new ways of doing things. It is perfect scrum to have a team of veteran developers who have not changed how they develop things in several years because they by now know what they want.

You can easily see why this works, and why it is good. Because if a part is not efficient or the team hates it? Then get rid of it. And it is easy to see why Scrum helps a company become agile. It is a tool that facilitates the worker empowerment and grassroots decisions that agile set as a goal.

You can also see why many companies HATES this. It makes a lot of middle managers unnecessary. It empowers workers to want things, and trains them on how to get them. It stops managers from coming up with "brilliant" new ways to develop software and then force that method onto the developers. Managers who come up with ideas for products will have to explain themselves to the developers, and risk looking silly. In front of the pleb workers!!!. Dear god, costumers will get to see the greasy reality of how the software they want is made! And management have to knowledge that developers are the best at... developing.... And will have to... trust their workers...

A thing you will often hear in defense of not letting teams decide on how to develop, is that if everyone develops in different ways, then nothing will be standardized. Each team may use different tools, languages and architectures! It will be a massive mess!

Which is true... if you completely miss the point. Again, the developers should be free to choose HOW to develop. Not WHAT to develop. The product owner is the major force in deciding what features and products is developed, and standards like code format or use of profiling tools can still be required by management (Which is entirely reasonable).

But the teams get to choose HOW they develop those. A simple example, many people like placing brackets like this: void MyFunction(){ // some code }

But my team prefer doing void MyFunction() { // some code } The idea in scrum, is NOT to allow a team to go "We write however we want!". The idea is "WE decide how we get to the required form". I have worked in a team that simply had a auto-formater build into each of the team members command line tools, so when they pushed to the remote git repo, the code format followed the standard, and when THEY looked at it, it looked how the team preferred it to look. I have seen teams that wanted to work in a different language, so they used a Source-to-source compiler in much the same way.

That is scrum. It is a simple, yet powerful idea.

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