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laxxarian · 2 months

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Danny as a background npc of Tucker's and Sam's stream

It all started with Tucker and Sam having an idea to go live streaming to promote their beliefs like Sam with her eco-friendly stuff and her defense technique tidbits and Tucker's meat importance and also some tech tidbits.

Both streams were getting views, a whole lot to a point where the two were so popular that some haters would try and expose them, even tried to hack but is shamefully failed because for some reason, each time they tried to search about this Amity Park, their screens would glitch and the like. It's like the firewall is protecting all residents from the outside world which got the viewers questioning but Tucker and Sam didn't know anything about that, not even Danny who suddenly popped in on their stream.

slam12kki: WHOS THAT???

dragonobsessed_coffee: ....someone needs some explaining to do...just in case.

animalkingdom123: No

Bruce_W: Hey, the kid's look a lot like...

animalkingdom123: NO

blueM0nk3y: YES

Llupex0x: only one things that needs to check out

While the chat was booming, Sam and Tucker is in a collab this time and is in Danny's house when Danny first popped in and so is Jack and Maddie with some snacks, and seeing Jack's features and personality the chat went wild.

Llupex0x: lmao, nvm

viviran76: we're gonna hav to weyt

OPrtx: wats wrong wit u??

Everyone is thinking that Jack may be a cousin or something but the thing is, the Fentons are in no way related to Bruce at all. Sam and Tucker was confused but shrugged it off.

Anyways, continuing on, another collab was set again and this time, Danny popped in casually with an angry look, not noticing that Sam and Tucker was still live but the two didn't mind and had their focus shifted to Danny and Danny started complaining about ecto-acts and how he can't go a day without getting shot and hunted down by Skulker who wants his pelt.

The Batfam who watches this got concerned.

Then another collab was set outside and Danny was seen in the background with a strange belt on and he looks like he's being chased and beaten up, Danny wasn't just running, he was also fighting back and all. The one who is fighting him is Vlad who also has a strange belt on and is now using an ecto gun, but nobody knows that, what they do know is that the man is carrying a gun and is actively shooting it at Danny and Danny also has a gun with him and a bat.

Vlad and Danny exchanges blows, the JL are now concerned.

Sam and Tucker are just continuing their live cuz they thought it would be perfect if they could ask for help with this type of proof (they can't seem to find anyone to come help in their aid and was dismissed as kids prank)

Another collab was set up once more, and this time, Sam and Tucker wasn't shown. What it did show was Maddie and Jack trying to fight the men in white while Jazz tries to get Danny out of.... chains?? and Danny is also inside of a cage??? looks beaten up and bleeding.

Sam and Tucker was sending proof.

But that was in 1990's and the heroes and the viewers saw the video in 2020's already

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 5 months

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Ya know how Crowley' watch in the book has a bit on it for a place where it's always, "Too Late"? Tis my favorite thing in the book; it's so terribly sad and bitter.

It's not ever shown or referenced in the series. Do you think the line, "It's always too late." makes up for it in a way? The watch is immediately what I thought of when I heard our Crowley say the line.

Hiya! :) I think it's possible? :) You can ask Neil? :)<3

He glanced at his watch, which was designed for the kind of rich deep-sea diver who likes to know what the time is in twenty-one world capitals while he's down there. *It was custom-made for Crowley. Getting just one chip custom-made is incredibly expensive but he could afford it. This watch gave the time in twenty world capitals and in a capital city in Another Place, where it was always one time, and that was Too Late.

#too late #ask #gos2 #season 2 #2ep3 #2i3i15 #always too late

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cutsiegirly · 2 months

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Too late 💁‍♀️

#420stoner #girls who smoke weed #smoke weed everyday #weed strains #weedsociety #420life #getting high #too late #oops i did it again

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zzz1gzag · 1 month

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4ggravate game nights go well.

(click for better quality!!)

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aethercrystalz · 2 months

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My brother: trying to convince me that Stsg isn't canon and is embarrassing to like and could never happen

Me: "Ok, sure, but have you seen Suguru look at Satoru because C'MON-"

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #stsg #jjk 0 movie #my brother loves shaming me for my interests #jokes on him I write fanfiction #too late

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chaosgremlinmunson · 4 months

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It was fine, this was fine, he just needed a moment to recollect himself. Surely he'd misheard the group, that couldn't be right. But then, wait.

Eddie had been distant lately, sneaking off from everyone and whispering into his phone a smile on his face. Had Steve really been so oblivious to his friends' changes?

He leaned against the wall in his room, his head tilted back as he tried and failed to keep his eyes from tearing up. This was a good thing if Eddie had found someone to love. I mean, honestly, how long was he expecting Eddie to be available, the man was sex personified, albeit dorky as hell, but still, it didn't take a rocket scientist to notice how absolutely gorgeous this man was, obviously he wasn't going to be single forever.

Steve breathed in deep, and wiped his face, rinsing it quickly in the bathroom to chase away the tear tracks on his cheeks and plastered a smile on his face before jogging back out to the living room of their apartment.

Eddie was sitting on the couch giggling with Chrissy as a knock came to the door of the apartment, Eddie shot up his grin even wider before bouncing over to the door and opening it. Steve couldn't believe the man he saw Eddie ushering in, he for all real intents and purposes was a carbon copy of Steve himself. From the polo shirt, the coiffed hair, light wash jeans, to his pristine white Nikes. The man smiled politely at everyone and turned to Eddie leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. Steve felt like his entire soul was shattering, he wrapped his arms around his stomach leaning against the kitchen counter, and looked out of the window watching the clouds pass by.

So, here he was, heartbroken all because he hadn't found the courage to tell his friend he was in love with him, and now he had to fake being okay, while clearly having to watch the man he loved, loving someone else.

Robin came and stood next to him, bumping her shoulder against his, an eyebrow raised. He shrugged, leaning his head against her shoulder and she placed a sweet kiss on his temple. Steve wasn't sure how he was going to survive this, but he knew he had to get it together. He was either going to have avoid Eddie or push these feelings down if he didn't want to lose his friend. He wasn't sure which option was worse, all he knew was that he was currently living his own personal version of hell.

#steddie angst #unrequited crush #too late #steddie fic #steve is jealous #heartbreak #angst fic #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #fanfiction #robin buckley #sorry for the angst

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derangedrhythms · 8 months

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The moon—the lunatic moon—

Kathleen Driskell, Next Door to the Dead; from 'Too Late'

#kathleen driskell #next door to the dead #too late #poetry #excerpts #moon

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dumblr · 2 months

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#quotes #feelings #emotions #love #romantic quotes #in love #love quotes #thoughtful #aesthetic #art #book quotes #too late #dumblr

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laniardraws · 3 months

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Fi and Zant in Wind Waker (or toon Zelda games in general) art style

#fi #zant #skyward sword #twilight princess #hyrule warriors #legend of zelda #toon zelda games #my art #fi should probably be shorter than that but eh #too late

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blindmanbaldwin · 2 months

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Perhaps it was seeing it on a premium large format screen, perhaps it was my mood that day, or perhaps it is because I'm always drawn to the stories of people trapped inside of their contradictions — but I was impressed with "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes" last year, especially with its cinematography and editing. I thought bits of the film, particularly the climax, had shots/rhythm evocative of the great Terrence Malick only to find the film's editor Mark Yoshikawa is a frequent collaborator of Malick.

Now I could talk at length about those comparisons, or the sense of gaze of the film (Tom Blyth's eyes are fascinating to track when he's in close-up/medium shot), or the relationship the wider series has with the medium of television. But I'd rather talk about the beginning of one scene near the beginning of the third-act as an example of effective pacing building dramatic tension and establishing character.

Start on this wide shot at a low-angle. "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes" uses low-angle shots frequently, which makes sense in a story about insecurity about power/class gaps. Low or high angles means we see something at an unnatural eye-line — which creates a visual power imbalance.

In the background we have a man just barely peaking over the horizon. This is Coriolanus Snow, our boy from the Capitol who comes from a noble family that lost everything in the war. In the first chunks of the film, we learn that Snow wants to restore his family's former glory. He wants to get that power back. The power gap that we see.

But this isn't the Capitol. This is District 12. This is place he was sent because of his failure. He cheated at the titular Hunger Games to win them for his tribute. So what could he be looking for out here to help him with his desire?

POV shot now. Cutting from that low-angle wide to seeing through Snow's eyes. While it isn't the subject of this post, the POV shot is the most direct expression of gaze. Think about cinema's greatest voyeurist Alfred Hitchcock and all his iconic POV shots ("Vertigo"). Nothing gets inside of a character's head like literally showing what they see.

Snow moves toward something — a something we now know was the (relative) perspective of the first shot.

Or, rather, not a something. But a someone:

Now back on Snow. Only this time he isn't obscured in the background but near the center of the frame. The camera pushing in before to emulate his movement seen now in his movement. Going toward the someone seen in the previous shot. Someone we couldn't really see before — but now are getting closer to finding.

Close enough to see her guitar.

Of course, if we were listening we would already know that this is Lucy Gray Baird. For her voice echoes through the forest and calls to Snow. But we're sticking to the visual — where we see him pushing toward someone. Pushing toward her.

Baird was his tribute in the Hunger Games. Living (but not hailing from) District 12, she had the lowest odds to win the Games. But through her own determination and a little bit of a push from Snow, she succeeded in winning the Games.

More importantly — she succeeded in winning his heart, as he did to her.

Go back to earlier: the beginning of "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes" establishes Snow's desire as reclaiming his family's lost power. Story is conflict, conflict is character, and character is desire. Think mathematically for a moment: Character is action that is a function of desire. But desire cannot remain static. Pull any book or movie off of a shelf at a library. What a character wants at a start will not be the same thing/only thing they want at the end.

Snow began wanting to reclaim his family's lost power. But through this desire — him cheating the games and getting exiled to District 12, the lowest and poorest district in all the land, runs contrary to this desire. He cannot get more power being among the powerless. Why would he act in such a contradictory manner?

Because once he laid his eyes on Lucy Gray, young Coryo had a new desire in his heart. He didn't want to just reclaim what belonged to him, but he also wanted to protect her.

Like all functional drama, this creates a problem — he wants two things that are mutually exclusive. To protect her requires working against the Capitol which means pushing his family further down the social ladder. But to work on restoring his family means throwing her to the odds, and he can't stand thinking of her brown eyes dying out there.

Speaking of brown eyes...

Now we're on Lucy Gray's face. Focus on her and her playing (notice her eyes looking down and not hyperaware of her surroundings), but with another element in the background. Snow coming on the horizon.

Adapting a work from one medium to another always creates new restraints, but also new modes of expression. Condensing a 450-page novel into a ~2.5 hour film requires conveying the emotional arguments of the work in different ways. As such, "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes" focuses more on Snow's desires/contradictions than Baird's (even more than the novel) but we still have to some sense of her internal desire to create a compelling character that isn't just an object for Snow's character journey.

Of course, there is the real basic desire of surviving the Games, but that is lackluster and doesn't create real emotional bite. No, her central desire (at least in the film) comes through that one point mentioned earlier — she lived in District 12, but she did not come from District 12. Baird is a wanderer, or at least before the war was part of a wandering culture. Now she is trapped. Her desire is to get back what she lost; she wants to fly as a bird once again.

Look at the above shot. There is no distress on her face. While Snow got exiled for his actions in the prior chunk of the film, Baird got no punishment. She went back to District 12 and could play her music again. Not free to fly high but freer than she was at the start when she got called to fight in the Games.

This natural landscape Baird and Snow find themselves in during this scene is (metaphorical) paradise. It is the closest place to Baird's desire of freedom. The latter bits of the film's third-act use this idea to great dramatic effect.

Baird and Snow's desires both overlap and conflict. Both want to get something that they lost from the war — Snow his status, and Baird her freedom. But their desires operate in opposite direction. Baird wants to go up (free) while Snow is concerned with what's happening down on the ground among the social community. What Snow wants at the start can only be found in having people beneath him, while Baird's is found in having some space to be in.

But recall — Snow also wants to protect her, and this desire comes through a genuine feeling toward her. At the start it may be boyish attraction to her brown eyes and voice, but what his gaze perceived turned into something more. They both want the same thing of undoing loss.

And it's that sameness that pulls Coryo to Lucy Gray. That sameness that pulls him down the social ladder (he has a famous last name, she has no name) and down the society's hierarchy (he is Capitol, she is District) to risk his future for her. That sameness that pulls him to throw his own life and his chance of getting his past back away. That sameness that keeps him walking.

That sameness that makes her bring this strange man into her world. That sameness that makes her trust him with her everything.

Her personal space out here, far from the suffering in District 12 and the tyrannical bloodshed in the Capitol, now has the presence of that strange man she let inside.

Viewing this natural space as her paradise, she had won this peace but found that her ghost still lingers. A ghost that she doesn't really want to let go of — as evident by her attention going to him, and the unconscious act of her voice calling him here. Remember: nothing in conventional narrative is coincidence or happens spontaneously. Every action a character does is an expression of desire.

Why does she sing? Becuase that's her life. She is a performer. She performed on stage in District 12's bars. She performed when got selected for the Games, which is what first caught Coryo's eyes. She performed for the whole nation to survive in the games. And she performs for Coryo — because she wants to perform for him.

And through this her desire reveals its contradiction. She wants to be free and untethered; to fly like a bird. But she has the same feeling for him that he has for her, and this feeling creates an attachment — a tether. The wanderer found a home.

She could tell him to go away. She could tell him to leave. She could tell him to do whatever. Her words don't matter.

Film is a language of image. Sound (music and dialogue) matter, but ultimately is it a moving picture. A film establishes a character through visual actions. Lucy Gray identifies Coryo, and she stops playing so she can talk to him. So she can go to him. He is pulled into her world — but she is pulled toward him.

Think about the sequence of shots, specifically the POV shots. It is basic movement: start far from the object, and move toward the object. As the character whose POV the camera emulates gets closer to the object, the film cuts back to the opposite side to establish the geography of the scene. But it also creates a little bit of tension — these two forces are coming together and one of them doesn't know it, so what will be the reaction when they come together?

A few frames of static. Coryo stands in anticipation. Waiting to see what she will do.

Go back through these ten shots. Notice they all are of the same vantage point. We see Snow approaching from the horizon, and we see Baird playing her guitar on a rock with Snow coming behind her. While the scene progresses by composing more of the frame around the subject as they get closer together, the core angle remains the same: one shot from him walking and one shot of her point in space. We don't change this basic idea.

Until the scene begins with them coming together to have their first conversation since the Games — which also ends the scene as it shows the distance that remains between them.

They are pulled together, except Coryo stands above her. They both want to be together but they both occupy different places in the social hierarchy that they can never escape. The contradictions of their desires expressed in the blocking of one shot.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #snowbaird #tbosas #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #film theory #character theory #film analysis #tom blyth #rachel zegler #gifs #didn't revise this at all so i bet there are typos a plenty #it is late #too late

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naariel · 7 months

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#too late #halsin #baldur's gate 3

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straylightdream · 1 year

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Took her to the heaven's in a carriage - 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: seo changbin x f.reader

↳ You’re too late, had your wife at my house for two days. Should be obvious the reason she stayed with me.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cheating (readers husband is a jerk. Mentions of him manipulating and cheating on them) smut warning below the cut.

𝐚𝐧: part of a series called ohmami of short one shots inspired by Chase Atlantic songs. This one was inspired by Too Late. If you would like to be tagged in all stories for this series or a specific boys please fill out this form.

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex (the reader is on birth control), consensual filming during sex, edging, choking (f.receiving), lots of dirty talk, name calling such as princess, baby, slut and whore. Changbin degrades the reader but she’s okay with it. Lots of mentions of cheating during sex. Handjob (m. receiving), creampie, Breast play, ass smacking (once), masterbation, dom changbin (he tries to act hard but he’s soft).

The difference between heaven and hell was the difference between the two lives you led. You should be in hell that you’re cheating on your terrible husband who manipulates you any chance he gets. He’s led you to believe you were worthless before you met him, but instead you’re in heaven as you find yourself spread out naked on Changbin’s bed.

Loud moans echo off the walls with the sounds of skin slapping skin. He sits back on his hunches slamming his hips into yours at a quick pace. One hand grips your breast while holding your throat applying the perfect amount of pressure. Your body feels like a live wire. You’ve been on the brink of falling apart for twenty minutes. Anytime you get close to the edge he pulls out of you quickly staring at you with a crooked smile.

“Not yet princess, have you earned it?”

Both your hands grip the cotton sheets below you trying to ground yourself. You’re on the verge of sobbing if he denies your release one more time.

“Changbin,” you plead. “Baby I’m so close.”

“Am I really your baby when you won’t leave him?” He’s taunting you like he always does. He knows you just can’t simply leave your husband. You’ve told him all the terrible things he says to you. He knows you’re scared to walk away.

“Binnie it’s not that simple.”

“Oh I know a pretty girl,” he grins, reaching for his phone that’s on the bed next to him. “Princess, can I film you?” This isn’t a request out of nowhere. You learned early on in your affair he loves filming you together.

“Always,” you moan, reaching between your legs.

He pressed a record on his phone. The camera focused in between your legs.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“No-“ you want to tease him. Even though he tries to act stern and hard with you, you know that he will fold the moment you say please. “But I want to come so badly,” you smile.

“Go on finish the job,” the camera stays focused on your core as two of your fingers enter you. Your eyes are focused on him as he films you. There is something so intoxicating knowing he can watch all these videos back anytime he wants to.

“Binnie,” you moan his name like a prayer pumping your fingers into yourself over and over again. One hand gropes your breast, tweaking your nipple for more stimulation. Biting your bottom lip you hold back a moan.

“Are you going to come?”

“I want to so badly.”

“Be a good little slut and then I’ll fuck you so hard you forget your husband even exist,” your eyes roll back in your head as you come practically screaming his name. The guilt ridden feeling of him mentioning your husband does nothing to detour your orgasm washing over your body. Pulling your hand away from your body, your chest rises and falls as you ride out your high.

Your eyes open and you find the camera still on you. The guilty feeling washes away as you sit up. Reaching between you stroke his thick length. He focuses the camera between your two bodies. Your husband was cheating on you long before you had met Changbin. Stuck in a toxic marriage you can’t afford to leave your husband. When you’re home with him playing house, pretending he’s not fucking his business partner that’s hell. The only time you find yourself in heaven is when you’re with Changbin.

“Baby I want you from behind,” he groans, closing his phone, tossing it on the bed as you continue pumping his thick length.

Resting on all fours he thrust into you at a rough pace. His hands grip your hips pounding into you. You find yourself in this position with him quite often. Gasping with each drag of his thick cock touches just the right spot inside you.

“Should I send him those videos of you?” He groans, snapping his hips into yours. You moan turned on by his dirty words. “Should I tell him he’s too late? Tell him you’ve been here the last two days?” He’ll never actually do this or ever show anyone the videos he has of you but his heated words turn you on, when you know deep down inside they shouldn’t. Your hands grip the sheet below you as you find your release once again, but this time Changbin is thrusting into you over and over again helping you ride out your high. His hand smacks your ass once making you moan even louder as your walls contract around his length. His thrust gets sloppier as he finds himself falling apart, he finishes inside you painting your walls white. He moans your name like a prayer as his high washes over him. He removes himself from you as you collapse on the bed. Rolling onto your back your legs are spread. You feel his release slowly dripping from your used core. He hops off the bed and comes back with a warm wash cloth wiping away his release without saying anything. He tosses the cloth in the hamper before joining you back in bed. The room is silent as you both lay there fully coming down from both your highs.

There are a million things you want to say to him but you don’t know how. You love him and you know this hurts him knowing he never fully has you.

“Baby?” He breaks the silence as he is still staring up at the ceiling.

“Yeah?”

“Leave him.” You heart drops laying on your side reach out resting your hand on top of his.

“I can’t afford to leave him. I’ll have nothing if I do.” You’ve thought about leaving your husband every day since the first time you kissed Changbin.

“Money isn’t my concern. I’m paying for you to divorce him.” You learned very quickly early on that Seo Changbin was an extremely rich man. You knew that paying for your divorce would cost practically nothing to him.

“Changbin, that's really sweet, but I don’t have anywhere to go if I leave him.” You’re trying to be reasonable. Even though your heart is screaming at you to take Changbin’s offer. You have to think about how expensive this is. And that you know your husband will fight to make sure you don’t leave him.

“If you want to stay with him I won’t force you to leave him, but just know I can’t do this anymore. I can’t share with you and pretend it’s okay. I can’t just pretend I’m not in love with you. So please leave him and move in with me.” He’s putting his cards out on the table. You know he loves you, he likes to say it after you have sex or during your more domestic moments you share with him.

“It’s going to be expensive for me to divorce him.” He needs to know that this isn’t cheap. “He’s also not going to make it easy.”

“I know and I don’t care. I’ll drop all that money in a heartbeat, and I will fight like hell for you.” He rolls over on his side. His hand rests on your cheek dragging his thumb gently across your skin.

“Do you love me that much?”

“With all my fucking heart.” He smiles.

“Okay tomorrow while he’s at work we need to pack up my stuff. I’ll tell him tomorrow night.” You’re doing it. You’re going to escape your loveless marriage. Changbin wants you to help you escape hell and bring you back to heaven.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

Leaning forward you press your lips to his for a heated kiss. You move your body so Changbin is laying on the bed with you resting on top of him. Your lips move together as his fingers tangle in your hair. Pulling your lips away you tug on his bottom lip.

“I love you more than I ever loved him. I want to be with only you.”

#Changbin #Changbin smut #Changbin angst #Changbin x reader #changbin insert reader #changbin fanfic #Changbin imagine #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids angst #stray kids fanficion #Changbin x YN #seo changbin #Seo Changbin smut #ohmami #too late

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