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ilovechuuy4 · 2 months

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ᰔ୨୧ Tell me everyday I get to wake up to that smile ୨୧ᰔ

Characters; Chuuya, Fyodor, Dazai, Atsushi

BSD Men and what they would do for Valentines~

A/N: OH MY GOD I'M GONNA SOB THIS WAS SO EVERYLY RUSHED.. I HOPE THIS ISN'T BAD RAHHH I LOVE Y'ALL THO ALSO I GAVE EACH ON OF THEM A SINGLE HC BC YEA!! ALSO THANK YOG @luvfy0dor FOR IDEAS ILY note. When it gets to chuuya's I am NO CHEF SO DON'T EXPECT MUCH...

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Atsushi 🐯

→ Atsushi will go out of his way to get you multiple things, chocolate, flowers, stuffed bears/tigers etc. He'd spend million of dollars on you if he had it

It was around Atsushi come back from the ADA workplace as you sat on the couch waiting for your boyfriend, Atsushi, to arrive back. You wanted to do something cute for the 14th of February which is well, Valentine's Day. You sat directly to the left side of the couch, watching a movie until he arrives.

Meanwhile, Atsushi wasn't making his way home but to the energy markets and stores with a thought in mind. He was ready to make your day even better than before. He searches around the markets grabbing a lot of different things. He was going to spend money, money on you he didn't care how much every thing he got was.

As an hour goes by, Atsushi finally ended up at the cash register. His hands full of all types of goodies. A stuffed white tiger that was as large as his forearm, light red and pink roses and another flower variants, and different sweets and chocolates some in those heart boxes, some name branded. With a bright smile and about 100 dollars spend, he walks home seemed pretty proud of himself.

He didn't think of asking you to be his Valentines because well, your his S/O so why did it matter if he asked? He hums softly as he makes it to the apartment, fumbling with the keys of the front door before unlocking it, walking in and shutting the door with his foot. "Mhm, my precious baby? I'm home." He hums softly putting every thing on the counter.

You perk up and bit, standing up from the couch and skittering over to him. "Mmh, hi my love." You murmurs out hugging Atsushi. "Hey, will you uh- be my valentine?" Atsushi says with a soft smile. You smile back, kissing his cheek softly. "Of course, why wouldn't I not?" You say with a cheeky grin taking the stuffed tiger out the bag.

"Hey this looks like you, silly." You said with a chuckle. Atsushis arms wrapped around you, his face slightly buried in the crook of your neck. "Yes because I want you to think of me every time you see it, happy Valentine's baby.." He says with a laugh.

Chuuya 🍷

→ Chuuya, like Atsushi, goes all out but with the amount of money he has he definitely goes above and beyond, flower petals, candle lit house, fancy gourmet dinner cooked by yours truly and you can't forget the wine that will be neatly set on the table.

It was the time just half passed 6pm and you were on your way back to the home your boyfriend owned. The sun was already slowly setting the hues of the color filled sky shining I to the small puddles on the ground. The weather wasn't the best today but it was all fine if you get to spend the say with your boyfriend.

You take out your keys from your bag, carefully unlocking the door to the large apartment or well penthouse. Once you walk in you see your boyfriend, Chuuya, in some pants and apron, no shirt and lied was he attractive. "Oh, hey doll your back? How was work, hmm?" The ginger said with a smirk, his pearly whites showing off.

"Oh it was same old same old, what are you cooking?" You hum, letting down your H/C hair from the short/long ponytail you had to have up for work. "It's just something simple, steak with peppercorn sauce, that sound good darlin'?" He hummed out, the food looked delicious this wasnt just "something simple" you knew chuuya loves to go all out when it's days like this.

"Yea, something simple?" You said with a mock smile as you watched him cut up the freshly cooked steak that was medium rare(or well done) and then placed them on the plate along with Cajun potatoes and spicy slaw the steak topped with the peppercorn sauce. "I hope you're hungry because I made this special just for you." He said, cringing a bit at his own words as he slips it onto the dinning table.

You make your way to the dinning table and sit down, you watched as Chuuya poured y'all both a glass of wine. "Go ahead, dig in doll I'm not judgin'." The orange haired male said with a shit eating yet cheeky grin as he started to eat his own food. You had to admit, the presentation was amazing as you picked your fork up and began eat, Lord was it amazing it tasted as if you were at a 5 star restaurant reservation.

Y'all soon had finished eating, Chuuya stands and gently slips the glasses and plates along with the utensils into the sink before coming back to the table. "C'mere I wanna love up on you." He said gently patting his thigh, what was he some weirdo trying to get a cat to come? Either way it worked. You stood up and reluctantly slipped onto his lap. He left out a soft groan as he feels your entire body sink onto him, he loved it, he basically worships your body.

"Yea, this is nice." He mutters his arms around your waist and his face buried in total he crook of your neck, placing soft messy kisses on the nape of your neck. "Mmh? Yea a bet it is." You tease, running your nails through his messy orange hair massaging his scalp. "Yea, it really is. I love you doll, Happy Valentine's Day." He murmurs gently biting down on your neck.

Fyodor🔪

→ Fyodor innitonally thought valentines day was just a cringe and corny day but now that he has you he spoils you the best he can~

You and Fyodor have been dating for almost a year and a half and for that year y'all haven't really celebrated Valentine's Day not because y'all hate it just because you both don't know what to do for one another. But obviously today was different for Fyodor he wanted to make this a good Valentine's Day for the both of you.

He saw one of those videos of someone making paper roses out of book paves and took it upon himself to make at least a bouquet of these paper flowers. He started it when he was free from work and you were off with friends. He was on the very last flower, his slender fingers trembling softly as he taped and glued each one together.

Once finally finished he put them in a paper wrapping some were painted a soft purple and others were just the paper color. He only has a few different chocolates, he wasnt 100% sure what to get you since this was his first time buying Valentine's things for a S/O. He had also worked on a hand written note that was a bit cringy but his heart was put into everything and that's what mattered.

You shortly arrive home as he finished up, he stood up quickly grabbing the things and walked to greet you. "My myshka your home? How was your day out?" His thick Russian voice seeped into your ears making you smile as you took off your coat and shoes 'nd putting them in their desired places before going over to hug your boyfriend.

"It was alright they all had their boyfriends/girlfriends around so they left pretty early." You said with a slight smile. "Oh I'm sorry I wasn't their, maybe I should just come next time?" He said with a slightly closed mouth smile. "No it's alright Fedya don't worry about it too much."

"No I will come next time it's just I was busy making this stuff for you." He said taking the paper roses, the note and a few box's of chocolates off the kitchen counter. "It's not too much but it's the best thing I could have thought of, I hope you like it my love." He said kissing your hair.

You smile softly as you read the note, you could tell he put a lot of time in this entire thing, the paper roses, the note and just going out to get the chocolates. "Awe, thank you Fedya..i really appreciate it." You said as the slight smile faded into a bigger one.

"You're very much welcome, you're my everything and I wanted to try this Valentine's Day thing out with you at least once. Happy Valentine's Day my myshka." He hums before putting a slow, tender kiss onto your lips.

Dazai🤕🐌

→ Dazai is NOT like the others in this one bro his broke ass can't afford any of that he's bringing you to the goddamn cheesecake Factory ୨୧

When Dazai arrived home he said he wanted to bring you somewheres as he seemed to be in a rush, he told you to get ready nothing to fancy though. So that's exactly what you did you dressed in something slightly casual not too causal though and then helped Dazai fix up his bandages before y'all headed out.

It was about a 30 minute walk from yalls apartment to the place and ones you saw what it was you smile softly, the cheesecake factory. You love the effort he's put into all of Valentine's Day for the both of y'all. "The cheesecake Factory? Mmh thank you 'Samu." You said with a smile.

"Of course babe~ Let's go let's go inside now sweet cheeks." He said with a smile, he was definitely feeling all giddy as he gently tapped your ss to get you to go inside. Once inside the waiter greeted y'all, you assumed Dazai made the reservation prior or when you didn't know because how else would y'all get in so easily? Once sat in the back of the restaurant y'all ordered the drinks the two of you preferred.

Dazai hums softly his hand gently rubbing your thigh as y'all looked through the menu, Dazai ended up getting the warm crab dip as an appetizer for the both of you. "Dazai, my love, when did you make the reservation? I didn't see you make it any this week?" You said, cocking an eyebrow. "I did it some time, that's for me to know not you babe.~" He said with a cheeky grin as the appetizer came out.

The lighting of the place was warm and calming as you 'nd Dazai spoke about what food y'all should order, he told you to get what you wanted and he wouldn't hold you back which was pretty weird but oh well? Soon the waiter came back to take your orders. You ended up just ordering the filet Mignon with the green beans and mashed potatoes. While Dazai got the Cajun jambalaya pasta.

Y'all didn't wait too too long until the food arrived and y'all started to eat. The food was good it wasn't five star but it was a good 4.5. Y'all finished eating about 20 minutes later and y'all were completely full but Dazai had one last thing. The waiter came back once more and placed down a cheesecake that was to go.

You looked at it, reading the strawberry glaze that was made into words "Happy Valentine's Babe" is what is read, you smile softly as you feel Dazai's hand still rubbing your thigh. "Alright let's go home?" He asked with a cheeky grin as he stood up, leaving the right amount of cash on the table for a tip.

Once y'all leave, the cheesecake in a bag y'all walk down the sidewalk back to the apartment. You unlock the door and walk inside, the brunette placing the cheesecake on the dinning room table. "That was a nice date, my love." You say with a closed mouth smile.

"Mmh? Was it sweet cheeks? Well I'm glad you liked it." He said, he was so cocky but you still loved him. His slender arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in. "But I bet their cheesecake isn't as sweet as you~" He said as he quickly pressed his lips against yours, his tongue slipping passed your lips. "Mmh, happy Valentine's Day Babe~" He muttered against your lips.

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mastershearts · 6 days

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Watcher has lost almost 100 thousand subscribers

Hi babygirl, thank you for your 6 new messages, I love that you think my opinion is this important, though I genuinely don't quite get it. I'm not even a Watcher fanaccount, like, I have maybe two followers who even know the channel. What beef do you have with me lmao Since you're so interested in it though, I'm going to give it to you! FOR FREE! Since that's so important to you!

Here's the tldr: You're on anon sending hate, so you already know you're in the wrong and everyone else knows it too!

Great. Now that that's covered, here we GO! My precious opinion that you value so much! For free:

I'm sorry it offends you that I have the 5,99 to pay them and am doing it, but like. Do you do this with everyone? Do you go into people's DMs (no of course not, you only hate anonymously, wonder why that is!) to yell at them about subscribing to Twitch streams? Spotify? Youtube membership? Patreons?

What about this offends you so? That a bunch of youtubers had to make a tough choice between "we have to stop creating the art we want" and "we could try and keep creating the art we want, but we'll need to get paid for it" and chose to try and get paid for it? Is the offense, to you personally, that other people will still get to enjoy the content they like, opposed to absolutely no one getting to? It certainly can't be that you, personally, can't access their content anymore, because, quite frankly, I doubt you actually like it very much.

As for your five billion questions for why this makes you racist: You singling out Steven makes you racist. They founded this company together and they doubtlessly made this decision together and the narrative that is currently spun of "Shane (the white dude) would never, his evil non-white co-workers are forcing him to!" is .... extremely parasocial, and wildly random and coming out of nowhere.

Except for all the parts it's not, because of COURSE. Of course the evil guy and the guy who creates content "no one wants to fund" and who now everyone calls "boring" and who now has viral hate tweets saying he's "dragged Ryan and Shane down", is the asian guy who's pushed for diversity on the channel from the very start.

Like, he's well aware that his shows are the least popular. There's a reason for that, sweetie, and I promise you, it has to do with the fact that they've focused on diversity and quality rather than shittalking in front of a camera. And I'm not even a Steven girlie, I'm a Ghost Files ride or die, baby!

But this narrative that he's "homophobic and racist" because he said in a podcast once that he chooses to stay friends with people who sometimes sprout ignorant views, that's like- Get a fucking grip. I know y'all haven't reached adult life yet, it is painfully apparent, but there comes a time in life where you'll have to realize that sometimes the people around you aren't as socially aware or educated as you, but in their nature good eggs, and you can, of course, choose to drop their asses, if you don't happen to be otherwise connected to them in an adult environment, where jobs and friend groups often overlap or they're part of your family or family's circle, but the far, far better choice is to be their friend and educate them. Because that's the best way the ignorant views become less ignorant. That's literally what he's been saying in that podcast ep, by the way. I don't need to "google" that and I don't need your twitter links, I was there when that episode dropped. I listened to it as I did the dishes. I was applauding Steven for putting in the time and effort and energy to DO that with people, because I oftentimes find myself too scared to have the conversations he is having.

Watcher has donated to queer charities. They sell queer merch. They have queer employees. Their fanbase is mainly queer. He's not homophobic, y'all are insane. If any of that would go against his values, he'd a) not be in a company with Ryan and Shane, because they wouldn't be having it and b) wouldn't stand up for, employ and cater to queer people. He'd be out with the homophobes, telling us how Jesus died for our sins or whatever.

He's also not racist which- duh. Before I even knew Steven Lim, I already knew this is something he is incredibly(!) sensitive about, he literally hates racism (And I don't know if you noticed. But he's very often the target of it, you absolute bufoon) and specifically went into Watcher to be able to help marginalized voices have a platform. That was his goal for Watcher that he couldn't properly fulfil in Buzzfeed. I know that. Because I was there from the start and actually listened to them talk. And it was stated and proven many, many times.

Y'all so eager to jump on a hate train and take shit out of context, it's pathetic. And "homophobic" good God, he had a book on his bookshelf. Wow. I have Harry Potter in three different editions on my bookshelf, I've learned reading with them. They have tear stains on the pages where Dumbledore died. You're gonna say I'm a transphobe if you see them in a photo? Gonna go ahead and call me, a trans guy, a transphobe now? Knock yourself out. Because I'll care about that about as much as I care about how many angry little kids are unsubscribing from Watcher rn: Not even a little bit.

You're whining like little bitches in random fan's inboxes, are throwing insults, false accusations and racism around to stirr the pot, you're coming for Steven as if Ryan and Shane aren't literally HORRIFIED by y'all doing this in their name to someone who's their close friend. As if Watcher would even exist without him, when he saved it from going bankrupt in their first year, when Ryan and Shane couldn't be arsed to step up and figure out how to run a company.

You weren't paying them anyway. I'm subscribed to their Patreon at the highest tier, because I know good art doesn't come free and I knew they were gonna struggle on Youtube views alone and I enjoy their content and want to help them keep making it. I don't expect anyone to be able to do that - And they don't either. They also don't expect everyone to pay or be able to pay for their streaming services. They're currently working on responding to the feedback and make things more accessible. They certainly didn't handle this perfectly and they certainly didn't want to make this choice if they had another one. Neither of the three.

You won't pay for it. That's fine. That's literally all there is to it. There's no need to sling this shit around, but you're doing it anyway. Not because you care, but because you're having fun with it. Well, go ahead. The more hate you send, the more I know I'm standing up for the right people.

#watcher #watcher entertainment #discourse #sorry to my poor doctor who followers lmao #things are.... a lot

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stars-n-spice · 9 days

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Thoughts on s3 ep 13!

fucking hell ya'll,, we're almost at the end of this and I simply can't believe it and don't want to believe it simply because I don't want it to end and I don't see how the fuck they're going to tie up all the loose ends in just the next two episodes.

This time around I recorded my reactions to it and it was a lot of yelling and making really weird noises,, but uh, y'know the drill!

Incoherent screaming (this time for real) and spoilers under the cut!

Click here for the audio recording of my initial reaction

WAAAAAH I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE OMEGA IN PRISON UNIFORMS AGAIN!!!

i forgot they had that baby up in there,, omg

FUCKIN' WAAGHHh why didn't omega try to like access that hatch thing at night?? wouldn't that have been less risky??

this episode stressed me the fuck out,, I have a headache rn holy fuck

EMERIE I'M ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEASE DO SOMETHING

wait how the fuck are they going to get that baby through the chute thingy??

Eva is so precious :( I love her so much

Omega has been in there for like probably a day or something and is already making plans to escape, I love her so much

"That's okay, I like a challenge" AAAAA WRECKER WOULD BE SO PROUD!!

Question: why the fuck do they keep taking samples if they know her blood is compatible??

PHEE COME BACK D:

I better see more of Phee somewhere, anywhere, please, I love her so much your honor

ALSDKF;A I FUCKING FORGOT ABOUT RAMPART LMAOOO

Echo!!!! FUCKING HELL!!!! ECHO <3!!!!!

I missed Echo so much,, this episode really just showed that they couldn't have him in it because he would've gotten things done like five episodes ago because he's just that good

Them keeping Rampart is so funny to me idk

He was such a throw away character to me in the other seasons so I this is so hilarious to me, what a silly, pathetic man I need to see him get chewed up by a space animal or something idk

after all this time it was strange to see Crosshair in the background of things but he was still shoving Rampart around and I loved it

I SWEAR TO GO IF I SEE. Y'ALL THIRSTING FOR RAMPART!!! THAT MAN BOMBED KAMINO Y'ALL BEST REMEMBER WHO THE REAL ENEMY IS!!!

Rampart is basically Walmart Kallus

I swear to god, Hunter is getting shorter

Also looks like Crosshair is filling out :( He's finally getting to eat now :((

THEIR ARMOR ALL BLACKENED OUT??? WHAT A LOOK!!

Crosshair's helmet ESPECIALLY, it looks super cool

RAHHHHHH THAT SUPER LONG SHOT OF HUNTER LOOKING AT HIS BLACKENED OUT HELMET AGGUUGGHHHHH

Felt like I was watching an episode of Rebels due to how they were infiltrating the place

How the FUCK did nobody like,, notice?? insane. imperials are so fucking stupid I love that so much.

"Oh I don't think so" FUCKING AAAAA WOW THAT WAS HOT ECHO I LOVE YOU

WHEN WRECKER WAS JUST CHILLING ON HIS PHONE???? STOP. I'M ALREADY IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN!!!! FUCKING RAAGHHHHH

"Where is your captain?" - "Uh, captaining?" WRECKER MI VIDA!!!!

I've said it 100 times and I'll keep fucking saying it,, everything Wrecker does in this season is pure just,, everything he does is amazing, I love him so much, even in the background, him simply breathing?? Iconic. He better stay breathing.

WHEN HE WAS WEARING THE HAT OF THE GUY HE KNOCKED OUT?!?!? MARRY ME.

I know Rampart is stressed out of his mind LMAO bro is getting out of this with gray hair

"It's the only chance we have of finding Omega and freeing those clone prisoners" WHHHATTTTT HUNTER FINALLY THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING OTHER THAN OMEGA??? NO FUCKING WAY!!!

THE WAY CROSSHAIR WENT "he can't go alone" AFTER ECHO VOLUNTEERED TO SNEAK ABOARD THE SCIENCE VESSEL AAAAHHH i'm going to be sick,,

Crosshair and Echo dynamic my beloved

ECHO SLAY

OH MY BELOVED ARC TROOPER!!!!!!

last stretch of the episode had me so fucking stressed

i'm not ready for the next ones

"Negative" and all the Hunter girlies fell to their fucking knees

that was HOT

and stressful as FUCK

losing my mind

Music was insane, omg loved it

WAAAAAAAAAH I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S ALMOST THE END

AND FUCKING NOT A SIGN OF TECH???? WHAT THE FUCK

THAT'S NOT FAIR THAT THIS SHOW GETS ONLY 3 SEASONS AND FOR MOST OF IT CROSSHAIR, ECHO, AND TECH ARE BARELY IN IT!!! LIKE WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THAT TECH IS ABSENT THE WHOLE FUCKING THIRD SEASON ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?????

makes me fucking sick

they need to give us a whole ass season of all of them together being happy on Pabu I swear to god

this episode made me fucking sick ugh

everything sucks man oh my god

#cannot believe this is the third to last episode #i refuse to believe it #tbb #tbb s3 #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb omega #emerie karr #edmon rampart #max's musings

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keichanz · 1 month

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Hi Keiz! I miss your posts so much and your fics❤️ I hope the job interview went well! Loyally waiting for your updates both in life and in fics🥰🥹

heeyyyoo. thanks for checking in with me precious anon~ right now i am eepy because keiz slept like ass and she is running on coffee and a prayer.

imma be honest, i dont even know what job interview it was because i've had so many lol but i can say this. the latest one i had went pretty well and i'm hoping to hear back from them this coming monday. fingers crossed y'all ❤️

anyhow. haven't felt motivated lately to write because i've just been so goddamn stressed. between job searching, my dad being in and out of the hospital because of some health issues, and my kitchen still being under renovation - among a few other smaller things - it's a wonder i can even function properly. you can thank the coffee i'm drinking rn that i'm even coherent right now lmao

sooo yeah it's been tough but i'm truckin', ya know. my bf helps a lot. he's pretty damn amazing and i'm lucky to have him. i got my friends too and my precious babies. although romeo is gonna give me a freakin' ulcer with how much freaking anxiety he gives me. right now he's showing signs of having another hairball and after what happened the last time lemme tell you mama is an anxious mess. i never wanna go through that again. i swear i have fuckin ptsd from it.

i'm hoping he'll just pass it sometime today and he'll feel better. my poor baby. i just wish i could do something for him.

thanks again dear for sending this and reminding me i'm still thought of and loved ❤️ it truly does mean a lot, especially since i'm on the struggle bus and the route has no end in sight. i'll do my best to come back and give ya'll periodic updates, but you're always welcome to shoot me a little message like this and inquire about anything.

love y'all. ❤️

#dammit keiz #life update

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mermaidsirennikita · 4 months

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What are your favorite Lisa Kleypas books? Besides Devil in Winter and Dreaming of you of curse haha

Oh, good question!

I read both Then Came You and Again the Magic this year, and I really loved both of them. AtM is a beloved dark horse in her backlist, from what I've seen (I feel like a lot of her newer, i.e. largely Ravenels readers don't pick it up, which is probably for the best as McKenna is kind of metal compared to her more recent heroes). It's so fucking good. I love high angst, and I also think she did a great job with the secondary romance. ALTHOUGH... I'd be lying if I said I didn't think the book might be a teeeeeny bit better if the secondary romance was a companion novella versus being folded into Aline and McKenna's story.

Then Came You seems controversial because the hero calls the heroine a bitch or a slut or both, and I'll be completely honest... If I'm IN IT with a book that shit does not super bother me. If you have not sold me to the point where I can see the hero or heroine or both cross a line and still love the book, I probably wasn't that into the book anyway. The party scene where she shows up in a faux transparent dress like Eve with the snake and he's like "FUCK. MY. LIFE." is one of my favorite things. The scene where he beats her at cards and then hauls her upstairs to fuck her while baby Derek Craven is all "SORRY LUV THEM'S THE BREAKS"? Derek Craven: The Early Years in general where he's trying so hard to work on his accent and also angstily standing behind curtains?

(Also: Kleypas at her best just fucks so hard. After I finished this book I read the first chapter of DoY to see how well they flow one after the other, and omg the consistency of Derek being older and actually having gotten his accent down pretty good, but not being able to carry it when Sara first meets him because he just got his face slashed and also just watched a tiny hot chick shoot a man dead in front of him??? After all that work trying to impress people when he finally meets the love of his life he's basically coming back from a near death experience so he can't maintain the facade??? MY. BABY. BOY. MY. PRECIOUS. INFANT. BABY. HOT MAN. HE WAS BORN IN A DRAINPIPE!!!!)

But also, with Then Came You... the bear scene. I find the bear scene to be the kind of thing I just love in romance... typified.

Seduce Me at Sunrise is a fucking banger and I love it so much. I will always have an issue with how Kleypas portrayed Cam and Kev's Roma heritage (though I will say, I think it's not quite as bothersome to me with Kev because Cam, much as I enjoy him, is very "that is my defining character trait" whereas Kev is like... a guy, and it feels more like he's a human and not a walking stereotype) but this book dude. It's Wuthering Heights if they were both fundamentally decent people with good families (I mean, she has a solid home life) and it's GREAT. I love the controversial thing Kev does that everyone hates so much lol. It's one of the most human things I've ever read a romance hero do and I was like "YES. LET HER DOWN BECAUSE YOU ARE A FLAWED SELF LOATHING PERSON AND THAT'S WHAT Y'ALL DO." It's great writing.

I also really loved Married by Morning. Definitely not as much as Seduce, but a lot. I personally feel incredibly strongly that Leo Hathaway is what all these West Ravenel stans THINK West is, except Leo actually fucks hard, tells her to tell him to touch her pussy (fundamental) and has a legit personality. West has plenty of personality as a shithead! Once he "reforms" which happens before his fucking book lmao (what is the point) he has the personality of a cabbage. Leo is introduced as a total wastrel who like. Legit tells Kev (I think it was Kev) don't be like me or you'll just wake up every morning covered by your own tears and cum. Which is. One of the most ludicrously pathetic things I've ever read. And also was when I went "I need him". But after he shapes up, he's still funny??? He's snarky? A rapscallion? A slut, perhaps? And Catherine just has zero time for it. No patience for shenanigans. As she should not. I love that she's basically his employee. I love that after they kiss he's like "huh" and then just decides to doggedly pursue her. It has serious shit going on, but it is more of a romcom than a lot of Kleypas books I read.

Oh, It Happened One Autumn, of course. Controversial but brave and also true: even if you think you love Devil in Winter, I promise you don't love DiW as much as you think you do if you haven't read Autumn. I think they are basically companion novels, lol. Do they work alone? Obviously. But DiW was a solid 4 outta 5 for me (not a 4.25, not a 4.5/, not a 4.75, a solid 4) and then I read Autumn and reread it and it became a 5. And I'm so glad I did, because Autumn is also so great. Autumn is hilarious, and it's one of my favorite book for Wallflower interactions, aside from Evie who I think is stuck in like a basement the entire time, only to pop up at the last minute to proposition St. Vincent. (Also: a little wild that the other girls would basically be like "Godspeed, hope that bitch is good" when she was gone for long stretches with like ominous letters.) But the perfume scene??? Annabelle being like "I shall test this aphrodisiac perfume" only to show up with like dark circles underneath her eyes from getting railed within an inch of her life by Simon the entire night all "it was a mistake"? One of the funniest things Kleypas has ever written. Westcliff's entire existence in this novel? One of the funniest things she's ever written. The scene where he fingerbangs Lillian in the butterfly garden and is all "well damn Lillian if I got that far with you imagine what would happen if a man like St. Vincent, who actually gets bitches, did it???" High comedy.

Of her new era, Marrying Winterborne is the only one I'd consider a favorite favorite. It's really simple, but super well-written. Like, I honestly don't think the PLOOOOT is the strongest thing (I found Helen's internal conflict to be something that should've been revealed earlier in the story, for sure) but the character beats and love story are really good. It has a lot of great small moments--Helen getting frisky because of headache powder, the general department store stuff (Rhys Winterborne: the most powerful owner of a Kohl's you've ever met, the man is swimming in Kohl's Cash, SWIMMING), obviously "five fucking minutes". It's super good.

#romance novel blogging #romance novels #book recs #me reading then came you: why does everyone hate this???#me after That Scene: ah i see #.... welp that's too bad for them

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baneswood-sins · 1 year

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all stretched out (Bubba Sawyer/Stretch 3.9k)

Minors DNI, y'all know the drill. I watched TCM2 and fell in love with them. If ya'll're reading this know I was imagining TCM 1 Bubba because he's the cutest <3

Bubba waited for her like he usually did. It was just after midnight, according to his pretty gold watch he got from some meat he butchered a few months previously. Right now she would be signing off and playing the national anthem. He wished he’d brought the portable radio, but Chop Top had been using it and he’d been too scared to bother him. Bubba hoped Stretch would come out soon. Waiting out in the dark next to the radio station was scary and he didn’t like it, but he knew he wasn’t allowed inside when there were other people at the station. Especially not with her new partner, Jimmy. She had sternly warned him to leave the short man alone and he was a good boy, so he did. He still didn’t like that she spent all day with him. Stretch was his girl, not Jimmy’s. He wished he could spend all day with her, but then his family would definitely notice that he was missing. It was hard enough to sneak out only at night. Drayton would get so mad if he knew Bubba was breaking his rules and leaving the house alone, especially to visit a girl. Even if she was a very special girl. He whined to himself, sticking to the shadows of the building—boy, it was lonely out here.

He didn’t have to wait much longer, though, because it was only a few minutes before Jimmy came out of the building, walking down the stairs toward his car. Bubba watched him pull off into the night and knew it was safe to go inside now. The stairs creaked beneath his considerable weight as he entered the station and headed back to the broadcast room. He couldn’t help but get excited to see Stretch, his pretty girl. And there she was, coffee cup in hand, cleaning up the station. She was wearing those cute shorts that showed off her legs, the ones Bubba liked, and he couldn’t help but come up behind her and wrap her in a hug that had her feet clear off the ground. He squealed happily in her ear, rocking her in his arms. He was making sure not to be too rough, because sometimes, everybody said that he didn’t know his own strength, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt his precious Stretch.

“Hey there, sugarbear. How’s my big guy doing today?” Stretch asked him, used to his physically affectionate nature. She carefully balanced her coffee as he squeezed her and mostly managed to keep it from spilling on the floor.

Bubba set her back down on the floor, babbling some happy nonsense about his day that Stretch couldn’t follow but appreciated nonetheless. She turned to look at him and Bubba leaned down, knocking their foreheads together, clucking happily.

Stretch grinned at him, “Good to hear that, baby. My day was pretty good, too.” She set down her cup of coffee and turned back to him, leaning up on her toes for a kiss. Bubba returned it eagerly, maybe a bit too roughly, but Stretch wasn’t going to complain. They parted with a wet noise and Bubba squealed happily, like she’d put the moon in the sky. “Want to spend the night at my place?” she asked him, already going to collect her purse.

“Uh-huh,” Bubba replied, and, like the good southern gentleman his Grandma, God bless her soul, had raised, he offered her his arm. She took it with a smile, and they walked out of the station together, only pausing so she could lock up. Stretch led him to her Jeep, letting him climb into the passenger seat, pushing it as far back as it could go so his knees weren’t crammed up against the dashboard. It was better than Drayton’s old truck, where the seats didn’t adjust at all. Bubba strapped in like Stretch always told him to do, watching her climb in the driver’s seat. He’d always wanted to learn how to drive, but Drayton always said he was too stupid to learn. He didn’t think so, though. It seemed simple enough. Maybe Stretch would teach him, like how she was teaching him letters. Stretch was so smart, he loved her so much.

He couldn’t contain himself any longer, clucking and leaning over to kiss the side of her head as she pulled out onto the road, driving towards her house. “Yeah, darlin’?” Stretch laughed. He wished he could tell her how much he loved her. He’d been practicing by himself, but the words just never came out right. Maybe one day he’d get it right. Then maybe she’d tell him she loved him too! His hands flapped a little, squealing excitedly at the thought of Stretch declaring her love for him. She’d stay with him forever then.

Stretch shook her head at her kind-of boyfriend’s antics. He was adorable when he really got going, it was so cute to see him excited. Some people might find it offputting, and she had too, at first, but he grew on her quickly. He was just so sweet, despite the fact that she couldn’t really understand him. Maybe she’d pick up a book on American sign language, teach him that along with the basics of reading and writing she was trying to show him. The drive was filled with quiet music from Stretch’s cassette deck, and soon they were pulling up at her little brick house.

Bubba loved Stretch’s house. It was so cozy and not drafty at all, not like his house. He liked all her soft blankets and the posters on the walls. It could maybe use some bones, like the sculptures Nubbins used to make, but other than that, he thought of it as a second home. He followed Stretch inside, took off his boots along with her, and set them next to the door. Stretch shed her jacket and hung it up with her purse, before turing to Bubba, lifting her hands up to cup his masked cheeks. Bubba whined happily, pushing into her hands, before he was leaning down for a kiss, Stretch meeting him halfway.

He tried to kiss her the way she liked, slow, without too much tongue or spit, and pulled back to grin when she made a soft noise into his mouth. He was doing good! He leaned in for another one, backing her up until she was pressed against the front door. He boxed her in there, big hands settling on her shoulders, one sliding up to cup her cheek. She tasted like coffee and the chocolate bars she kept stashed at the radio station. It was delicious, and Bubba licked into her mouth, tongue twisting against hers as he tasted her.

After a few minutes of heated kisses, they separated, Stretch panting and smiling up at Bubba. “Wanna take a bath with me, sugar?” she asked, already knowing his answer. Bubba normally didn’t like baths because they didn’t have hot water at his house, but with Stretch the water was warm and she used a sweet smelling bubble bath, it was so much fun! He nodded at her, already following her back to the master bathroom. The tub was big, well, for a normal person, which meant it was just on the side of normal for Bubba. With Stretch it was a tight fit, but that wasn’t a bad thing. He liked being close to her.

Stretch ran the water, plugging the tub when it got to the right temperature, and went to search through her cabinet for Bubba’s favorite lavender bubble bath. While she searched, Bubba wasted no time in stripping down and climbing into the tub. The hot water was heaven on his muscles, and the scar on his leg from where the chainsaw had hit him didn’t ache quite so much as it always did. Stretch came back with the bubble bath and saw Bubba lounging in the half-filled tub. “Comfortable, big guy?” she asked, and Bubba only nodded in response, a happy, piglike grunt leaving his lips. She laughed and poured some of the bubble bath in before she stripped down and climbed in with Bubba.

That was his favorite part of bath time with Stretch. She was so small and warm against him. And soft. Gosh, she was so soft and sweet against him. He hugged her close as the tub filled. She leaned back into him, and Bubba’s large hands cupped her sides, kneading at the skin. She giggled a little, putting her head against his chest to stare up at him. “Careful, Bubba, you know I’m ticklish,” she warned him. He, of course, knew that, that’s why he was tickling her. She squirmed in his grasp, wet and naked and rubbing against him. He felt his cock stir against her back and whined, nuzzling into the back of her head and breathing in the smell of her strawberry shampoo. He paused in his torture and Stretch leaned back against him, panting. She was still giggling, and Bubba couldn’t help but laugh with her. “We’re supposed to be getting clean,” she informed him, grabbing a washcloth and soap as she wiggled around in his arms until she was facing him. Her face was flushed from laughter, and Bubba didn’t try to stop himself from cupping her face in one massive hand and drawing her in for a kiss.

When they parted, they got to washing in earnest, before the water got too cold. Bubba liked her flowery body wash, liked her hands on him as she washed him. He, of course, returned the favor without question. His dick was getting harder, especially when he massaged her soapy, wet breasts with the cloth, but it was still easy to ignore. Right now was about getting clean, then they could get dirty again.

Stretch handed him a towel as she stepped out of the bath, grabbing one for herself as well. She dried off, eyeing Bubba as he stepped out of the tub and onto her fuzzy bathmat. She couldn’t help but ogle him as he leaned over to pull the plug in the bath, letting the water drain. He had a nice ass, round and big and a little hairy, but still cute. It made her get ideas about what they could possibly do that night, and she grinned, walking up behind him to slap his ass playfully.

Bubba jumped, squealing in surprise, and turned to find Stretch smiling at him. It hadn’t been a hard slap, and he’d seen the characters on the TV that Stretch had do the same thing to each other, so he figured it was a normal couple thing. He quickly dried off as Stretch hung up her towel, her slim figure drawing his eye as he watched her hips sway as she walked. Stretch was so beautiful, he was so lucky.

“Hey, baby,” Stretch began as Bubba hung up his towel too. She could see his half-hard cock bobbing as he walked and licked her lips. “Wanna try something new tonight?”

Bubba’s head cocked to the side, curious. He loved trying new things with Stretch. So far everything she’d shown him had been so much fun! “Uh-huh,” he replied, following her into the bedroom. He made an inquisitive noise, wondering what she had in mind.

Stretch sat down on the bed, patting the space next to her, and Bubba followed her command easily, sitting and looking down at her. “You know how you fuck me real good, sugar?” At Bubba’s blush and nod, she continued, “Well I wanna fuck you like that, baby. Is that something you’d be interested in?”

Bubba’s brow furrowed beneath his mask, confusion evident in his eyes. As far as he knew, Stretch and he didn’t have the right parts to do that sort of thing. It was something he was interested in, but was it possible? He clucked in thought.

“Here,” Stretch said, getting up and moving over to the cabinet she kept all her toys in. She pulled out some kind of set of straps. She pulled the straps up over her legs and did the buckles. Bubba watched her curiously as she turned back around and rummaged through the cabinet. When she faced him again, the harness was holding one of the fake cocks that Bubba had fucked her with before. Oh. So she could fuck like that, he thought, getting the idea. But where would it go? He didn’t have a soft, pretty cunt like she did (though sometimes he wished he did). As if reading his mind, Stretch stepped back over to the bed, sidling up between his spread legs. “This,” she informed him, “goes in that cute little ass of yours.”

Bubba’s eyes went wide. Was that a thing people did? Wouldn’t it hurt? He’d tried putting some fingers in before, but always stopped because it felt too uncomfortable. Now she was telling him that she wanted to put one of her toys in him like that? He made an anxious noise, and Stretch backed off immediately.

“We don’t have to, baby, it was just an idea,” She told him, cupping his masked cheek and leaning in to give him a kiss. She moved to take the harness off, but Bubba caught her hands. He nodded at her, willing to give it a shot. So far she hadn’t suggested anything that he didn’t love, so if she thought it would be fun, he would trust her. “Alright, honey. But you just let me know if I do anything that you don’t like, and we’ll do something else. Now, why don’t you lay back on the bed?” She suggested, and he was quick to obey. She grabbed the bottle of lube she kept next to the bed and climbed up as well.

He got comfortable in the middle of the bed, spreading his legs when Stretch followed him up and crawled between his spread thighs, fake cock bobbing. Bubba felt his cock twitch at the sight. He wasn’t sure if he was attracted to boys like that, but Stretch looked awfully good with a dick. She laid on her stomach between his legs, and without warning, took his cock into her hands. She stroked him a few times, and Bubba scrambled to grab pillows to prop up his back so he could watch her. He settled back just in time for her to wrap her lips around the head of his cock, and he let out a loud, shaky moan. One of his hands flew to her hair, gripping at the auburn strands.

Stretch hummed around him, swallowing down more of his cock even though the stretch made her lips burn. He was so thick, it was a struggle to take him into her mouth. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper, tasting clean skin and a little bit of his natural, bitter musk. She pulled back, swirling her tongue around the uncut head of his cock. Before him, she’d never had someone who hadn’t been circumcised. It was different, and so fun to toy with him, since he was so much more sensitive than the other men she’d been with. Like now, as his hand tugged lightly at her hair as she lapped up his salty precum, squealing and moaning and muttering gibberish. One of her hands stroked at the length she couldn’t fit in her mouth, while the other went down to fondle his balls, massaging the soft skin as she worked her way back. She stroked over the skin of his perineum, feather-light, and she would have smiled had her mouth not been full as he jerked and lowed, bovine. Her hands left for a moment and returned wet with lube. She trailed her fingers between the cheeks of his ass, felt over the pucker of his hole, spreading lube over it.

“Now, you tell me if it hurts, okay? It’s okay if you want to stop,” Stretch told him seriously and waited until he recovered enough to nod at her. Then, she enveloped his dick in her mouth as much as she could, massaging the ring of muscle with her pointer finger before slowly slipping the tip inside. Bubba’s squeal cut off into a high-pitched whine, his legs shifting against Stretch’s head, thighs closing in on her.

He couldn't decide if it was good or bad. It didn’t hurt, but there was pressure somewhere there normally wasn’t. He didn’t want her to stop though. It felt weird, but not bad weird, not yet. He nodded when she met his eye, lips stretched around his cock. The tingly feeling in his gut helped distract him from the way she was moving her finger inside him, slowly sliding it deeper. “You’re doing so good, baby,” she told him when she pulled off for a second to breathe, and he moaned, hips bucking, unintentionally working himself onto her finger more. Stretch grinned at him before she was diving back onto his cock. He barely noticed when she added a second finger, the burn only lasting for a few seconds, and soon she was fucking him with the two digits. He was huffing, working himself back onto her fingers and forward into her mouth, caught between sensations.

Then, then her fingers curled and scraped against something inside him that had him seeing stars. He yelped, surprised, and moaned when her fingers dragged over that spot again. He squealed at the feeling of heat pooling in his belly, his thighs closing around her head, legs crossed over her back as he tried to ground himself. Stretch swallowed his cock deeper, working a third and final finger in when he was distracted, and this time he thought the burn felt good. He didn’t like pain, but this was okay. Those three fingers curled in him and he let out a choked-off scream, body shaking as Stretch forced him over the edge. He came down her throat, trying not to roll his hips too hard into the wet heat of her mouth. He didn’t entirely succeed, but Stretch liked it when he was a little rough. She swallowed down his cum, gently stroking him to milk as much as she could before she pulled off, watching him collapse back against the bed.

“Was that good?” she asked, laying on top of his soft belly and chest, fingers carding through the dark curls of his chest hair. Bubba nodded enthusiastically, still panting. He folded his arms around her, engulfing her in a hug. He nuzzled at her head, pressing kisses into her hair. After he’d sufficiently recovered, Stretch pushed up so she could look him in the eyes. He looked at her, his eyes big and brown and bovine, full of trust, and she couldn’t help but smile. “Want to continue, sugar?” she asked, “Want me to fuck you, baby?”

Bubba nodded, “Uh-huh.” He let her go when she wiggled in his arms, sliding down his torso until she was between his thighs again. This time, she rested on her knees, sitting back on her heels. She grabbed the lube, slicking up the fake cock with a few strokes. Bubba’s eyes were drawn to it inexorably. It wasn’t big, but it still made him nervous. It was certainly a little thicker, and definitely longer than Stretch’s fingers had been. He whined nervously, but spread his legs a little more so she could scoot forward until his ample ass was in her lap.

“Ready, hun?” she asked, guiding the tip of the fake cock to his loose hole. Bubba nodded, feeling a little scared, but not scared enough to quit. He felt it against him and whined as it pushed in. It burned a little, but barely. It was easily ignorable, and he grasped and Stretch, pulling her down for a kiss while she fucked into him nice and slow. She gave him time to adjust before slipping deeper, kissing him wet and open-mouthed. “You’re doing so good, Bubba,” she told him as she bottomed out. She could feel herself dripping wetly onto her inner thighs. God, he looked good spread out for her like that.

“How does that feel?” she asked him, smiling when he replied with his nonsense. It sounded positive, though, so she experimentally rolled her hips, beaming when he moaned low, back arching. It felt deep, now, deeper than her fingers had been, and made his stomach feel weird and tense. His cock was getting hard again, and he reached a hand down to tug on it, trying to relieve the pressure in his gut. “That’s it, baby, touch yourself,” Stretch said, and started fucking him in earnest. Bubba bit his lip, his oddly-pointed teeth cutting into the skin as he bounced and moaned on her lap. He mumbled out something that sounded suspiciously like her name, long eyelashes fluttering.

“Good boy,” she told him, and he moaned and jerked, grinding down onto her cock. It felt so good, like his insides were molten and he was going to come so fast, but he couldn’t help it. Hopefully, Stretch would forgive him. He stroked his cock faster, feeling something coil in his stomach as she fucked him, snapping her hips forward hard enough that their skin slapped together. He pulled her into another kiss as he came all over his fist, desperately moaning into her open mouth. She slowed down the thrusts, fucking him gently as he came off the high of his second orgasm.

Stretch pulled out just as slowly as she went in, undoing the straps and taking off the harness so she could drop it over the edge of the bed to be worried about later. Bubba was shaking, and Stretch was surprised he’d lasted as long as he did. Honestly, she was glad he’d cum so fast, because she was desperate to get off, herself. Bubba’s hands reached for her, guiding her up and up until she was straddling his neck. Her cunt rubbed wetly on his skin, leaving a trail of slick, and if Bubba thought he was capable of it, his cock would be getting hard again at the feeling.

Instead, he undid the straps that held on his mask. He couldn’t eat her out like he liked with it on, the metal parts around his mouth got in the way. He tugged it off and tried to pull her forward as fast as he could to ignore the feeling of air on his face. She settled over him easily, and his nose bumped against her clit as he started to sloppily lick at her. Her hands settled in his curly brown hair, tugging at the strands as she ground herself onto his fat tongue. Bubba moaned at her taste, salty and tangy and perfect, and pointed his tongue to tease inside her like she liked, feeling her spongey walls with the slick appendage.

“Fuck, Bubba, yes,” Stretch moaned, clenching around his tongue. He was so good as this, so perfect for her. “God, baby, you make me feel so good.”

Bubba squealed against her before he withdrew and closed his lips around her clit, the tip of his tongue teasing at the little nub until she was squirming on his face, knees threatening to crush his head as she came, grinding herself against him as her juices dripped down his face. He continued licking at her, cleaning her up until she couldn’t stand the stimulation, drawing off of him as she reached over for a cloth and handed it to him so he could wipe the wetness off his face. She smiled at him as he put his mask back on, sliding down so she could kiss him again, not minding the taste of herself on his tongue.

“Well, look at that, baby, we’re all dirty again. You feel like another bath?”

#bubba sawyer #bubba x stretch #leatherface #Leatherface x stretch #vanita stretch brock #texas chainsaw massacre 2 #baneswood writes #slasher smut

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cherry-velvet-skies · 1 year

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Welcome back to another installment of Rating Beatle Eras By What They Looked Like! (Still kinda working on the title 😅)

Part 2: Ringo 🥰 Now our sweet bby Bongo has had many eras so let's get right into it 😁

Stormy Hurricane (Pre-Beatles Era)

Now I will say out of all the Beatles, Ringo definitely looked the best in the Teddy Era

The bit of facial hair he has paired with that sleek silver streak is totally working for him

Plus I see that he knew rings were going to be his theme from the very beginning

7/10 we're starting off pretty strong here and I hope it stays that way lol

Tough Guy Attitude (1962)

Honestly still giving Teddy Era vibes even though he looks completely different

Ringo had baby bangs before they were cool

I know the outfit is kinda basic but he looks fabulous anyway

8/10 nothing too extravagant but he's still handsome regardless

Aspiring CEO of a Hairdressing Franchise (1963-64)

The Mop Top has officially emerged

I feel like if he wasn't a musician the hairdresser thing would've totally worked out

The look is softer than the previous two eras and I feel like that suits him better

8/10 again because even though it's a simple look he still rocks it

Human Sacrifice (1965-66)

I know y'all thought this hairstyle was atrocious but I gotta be honest it's not THAT bad

Like in the Help! movie I thought he looked really cute, and in '66 his hair is the same just longer

I will agree though that the whole longer sideburns thing did very little to help this look lmao

8.5/10 and I know that's a high score but he looks adorable and I will stand by that

Master's Degree From Fashion School (1967)

No because I love this. I used to not like it but now I love it

This era didn't feel like Ringo to me at first which is why I didn't like it, but now I see how he embodies it and I'm so into it

This photo doesn't even need to be in color for me to know there are probably 17 different colors in that outfit and I fucking love that

10/10 and I also love that little pin he's wearing it's so sweet

Textbook Definition of Tareme (1968) (pls google tareme if you don't know what it means I don't know how to explain it)

RICHIEEEEE MY SWEET BABYYYYY 🥺💕

He officially entered Poor Little Meow Meow status when he looked like this and I will not accept criticism

I know I didn't choose a picture from it but the Mad Day Out photoshoot I'm- he looked so precious

1000/10 I want to hug and kiss him NOW 😤

Tumble Starker (1969)

AWOOGA (sorry)

Ringo's best era change my mind (you can't)

I know it looks super similar to the previous one but there is something different here. The last one was cute this is just sexy I mean we can't lie

37561239/10 this man could do anything he wants to me 🥴🥴🥴

500 BC Genetics (1970)

I'm- no. I'm sorry I can't.

Richie bby what were you thinking

He looks like he's wearing his hair and beard like a bicycle helmet

1/10 only because I like his outfit. The rest is unredeemable.

Jesus Impersonator (1971)

The hair is cool but I'm not liking the beard so much

His sense of style is still going strong but between the last era and this I feel like I'm on a rollercoaster

How does his hair grow so fast

5/10 I'm going right in the middle because I neither love nor hate this

Full Coverage (1972)

Well would you look at that the hair got better and the beard got worse

I swear he must secretly be one of those hair salon dolls where you press a button and their hair grows like ten inches in two seconds because HOW

I mean I'm sure it keeps his face warm so I guess that's a plus

6/10 I like it slightly more than Jesus Impersonator but not by much

That'll Be The Slay (1973)

This look had me twirling my hair and giggling like bro he's so fine omg 🥵

I usually don't like this hairstyle but it so works on him

Plus the star earrings are yoU KIDDING ME

100/10 also his character deserved SO MUCH BETTER IN THIS MOVIE I'M STILL MAD ABOUT IT 😤😤😤

Beard Redemption Arc (1974)

What a surprise the beard is back

But would you believe me if I said I liked it this time

It's like a combination of the last two eras and I think I've finally found a hair and beard combo I appreciate

7.5/10 a pretty damn good hair to beard ratio

The Rise of the Silver Streak (1975)

WE HAVE OUR FIRST DILF ERA Y'ALL

I know he had already been a Dad for several years at this point, but this is the first era to actually exude that dilf energy we all know and love

Also I know that the little silver streak in his hair can be seen in many previous eras as well but I feel like he really embraced it here idk

9/10 I'm really vibing with this one

Character Development (1976)

Why does every person who has such luscious hair have that one era where they decide to chop it all off

I mean if I remember correctly he was going through a lot during this time so maybe he just needed a drastic change or something

I do appreciate the silver streak being on FULL DISPLAY

4.5/10 not for me but I respect it

Ognir Rrats (1977-80)

I must say his fashion was on point during this time

A lot of these eras start to blend together after a while since they all look pretty similar lmao

But that doesn't mean that the quality factor goes away. He still manages to pull off most of them

8/10 and the Ognir Rrats movie lives in my brain rent free

YMCA (1981-82)

SEXY COP RINGO NATION RISE UP

Why does he look so good like this omg

I'm not even attracted to the cop uniform usually but I guess that's just the power of Ringo

9/10 this is my guilty pleasure Ringo era

*asdfmovie voice* I Like Trains (1983-86)

Even though I wasn't born yet when Ringo was the Thomas the Tank Engine narrator I somehow still remember hearing his voice when I watched it as a kid

Which is even wilder because he was the narrator for the UK version and I live in America

The conductor look does suit him though

8/10 because watching the show now and hearing him make little voices for all the different trains is top tier comedy

Commercial King (1987-88)

Ringo did more ad cameos in this era than I can count

I'm also confused about the commercials where he couldn't even actually try the product because of his food sensitivities (looking at you, Pizza Hut)

This era is similar to Rise of the Silver Streak, except a little less dilf and a little more "rockstar who wants to branch out and try new things"

8/10 and if you haven't seen the commercial he did for a Japanese sparkling apple juice company, I highly suggest you watch it it's hilarious 🤭

Volleyball Player Braids (1989)

You either get the title or you don't there's no in between

These little braids both suited him and looked very out of place

At least his hair was long enough again to the point where he could braid it

7/10 not my favorite, but he looked good and he knew it too

Experimentation (1990-92)

This is pretty much his default look at this point but the title does have a purpose

He had a mullet briefly in '91 and then promptly got rid of it lmao

Something tells me he made the right choice because despite not choosing a photo of it, it honestly didn't look that great

7/10 I respect him for not only experimenting but acknowledging when something is not working for him

Classic Rock Chic (1993-96)

When I tell you this look goes SO HARD 🥵

He IS a rockstar and is making sure everyone is gonna know it

I know he looked like this for about four years but I wish it lasted longer. This look peaked in '95 and there was nothing else like it 😌

25/10 I feel like I have to file this under the dilf category because I'm too attracted to it for it to be anything else 🤭💕

Fountain of Youth (1997-2020)

I am not joking when I say that he looked EXACTLY the same for TWENTY-THREE YEARS STRAIGHT

He cut his hair short again in '97 and then said fuck it we're staying like this

I do think it's funny how he had so many different eras when he was younger and once he entered his sixties he just found one he liked and stuck with it

5.5/10 I guess the short hair suits him but I'm just admiring the fact that he wanted something more low maintenance as he got older lol

All-Starr (2021-Present Day)

His hair is longer again and honestly I think he looks great

I love that the earrings and ombre sunglasses have not left since the 70s/80s because I absolutely love them

The peace sign necklace is also a serve and I'm not ashamed to say that he is the reason I bought one that looks exactly like it 🤭

8.5/10 he's really just adopted that rich guy aesthetic where he either dresses so cool it makes him look thirty years younger or he just wears tracksuits 90% of the time and honestly I love that for him 😌💕

#I thought the first one took long this took me almost two days lmao #Oddly enough for some eras it's really difficult to find HD photos of Ringo #ringo starr #richard starkey #the beatles #beatles #george harrison #john lennon #paul mccartney

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My Right Hand Man Part 3 (Sub!Wooyoung x Dom!Reader)

Word Count: 6333

Tw: held at hun point, violence, drinking, eating Wooyoungs ass like it’s brunch , cum eating, oral (male receiving), drama, toxic relationship, mentions of anal, femdom, Gangteez

A/N: this idea was so random and I had so much fun. It's longer the last chapters but it's chaotic. Plus, I love Wooyoung🥹.

Part 1

Part 2

"Or, maybe your body will need to be cleaned up?" San's aggressive voice echoes in your spacious bathroom, and your wide glassy eyes are met with his gun.

San's black nine-millimeter matches his black joggers and hoodie. You don't remember him wearing that to the meeting earlier. Did he go home and change before he came to assassinate you?

Wooyoung slips from underneath you and moves in front of you, using his body as a shield to protect you. Wooyoung is too precious; the last thing you need is him dying. You wouldn't be able to go on without him.

"Wooyoung, why are you protecting her?" San challenges Wooyoung.

Your heart pounds louder than a marching band drum at a Friday night football game. Your life is in the hands of someone else. Someone who has it out for you since you stepped into Hongjoong's position.

"Because she didn't do anything wrong," Wooyoung voices.

"How did you get inside my house?" You question.

"Your house? Last night I checked this mansion belongs to Kim Hongjoong. Not, you," San replies.

"Whatever. So, you're willing to kill me and take away the only person your best friend loves?" You argue and squint your eyes.

"Love?! This man doesn't love you. He's using you. Tell her, Wooyoung," San steps closer and moves halfway through the bathroom. He puts his gun on the counter next to your purse.

His shoes click against the marble flooring. Why the fuck does he have shoes on in your house?

"Is this true?" You lean against Wooyoung's arm and wrap your arm around him.

"I.." Wooyoung stumbles over his words. "It's true," he forces out an answer you aren't ready to hear.

Your lips tremble, and your throat is hot. There's no way he's being honest right now. You've been each other's support system through this transition, and now he's singing a different tune.

A slight grin builds on San's face. But, this can't be true. Why would he get in his feelings and confess that he loves you if he's lying?

"Nope," You shake your head in utter denial. "Baby, are you serious right now?"

"Yeah, it's the truth. It was just sex," Wooyoung back is to you so that San can't see your naked body, so you can't see his facial expression. But, his honeyed voice expresses something different.

You reach behind you carefully and grab the edge of the table out of the side compartment of the tub. You press the cool metal against Wooyoung's temple.

"Are y'all setting me up?" You question. Your senses are heightened now, and you're unsure what to believe.

"Y/n, you're not crazy," San commands and takes another step.

"Don't take another step, or I will kill him," You say.

"Goddess, please," Wooyoung pleads, and you want to believe that he made it all up, but the coincidence has you thinking otherwise.

"Let's talk this out," Wooyoung begs you.

"Nope, you were using me the whole time. I made you scream on my strap, and now it was all a lie. Does San know all of that?" You raise your voice at him. Your words are cold and full of venom.

You never talk to him like this, but you might lose everything because of him.

You didn't want to go out like this. You never thought you would make a misstep like this, and for some reason, against your better judgment, you allowed him to come over to your house.

You never do that.

You let your guard down entirely only to be in this vulnerable and exposed state. You didn't want things to blow up like this.

"See, this bitch is crazy. She's willing to kill you. I told you to stay away from crazy bitches," San insults you, and you take a deep breath. You block out his rude tone and judgment.

"So, did you two plan this out? Why are you here, San, and what do you want?"

"Nope, I had my suspicions about you two. I'll admit you two did a good job keeping this secret from me until today," San sits on the toilet.

"Get to the point, or I'm going to kill Wooyoung," you say.

"You would kill him? After you've been using him?" San asks.

"He used me remember? So, I would. I'm not going out like this," you say. You release the safety because time is running out.

"I want Gangteez, and you leave town. We can act like this never happened," San offers you an opportunity to start over.

Of course, he wants to run Gangteez. After you have brought them to new heights and levels of money. San wants to capitalize on your hard work.

"Hongjoong is locked up. If he finds out about Wooyoung and me, he isn't going to care," you add.

"Oh, he's going to care, and he will kill you," San insists.

"Fine, you can have it," you huff.

"You have an hour to pack your stuff. Leave your burner phone and your keys. I will handle Hongjoong," San gets up from the toilet.

San walks to the door, and he stops at the door. "Oh, and Wooyoung can't go with you, either."

"You are not getting your fairytale," San adds.

"Wooyoung, let's go," San says.

Wooyoung hops out of the tub and grabs a towel. He snatches his clothes off the floor and bolts out of the bathroom without looking back. You don't get a sorry, or I love you. You can't believe he left just like that.

You stand up and get out of the bathtub and grab a towel. You cover your body and dash into your room. You lock your bedroom door and place your gun on the dresser.

You go over to the window. You watch Wooyoung and San head to the car.

"Really, Wooyoung?" You shout, and it isn't like he can hear you. You dry off your body and moisturize quickly.

Your hands are shaking. You want to process everything that happened, but it's not enough time. You text your housekeeper and give her very detailed instructions because there is no way that you can go through that front door.

You head over to your closet and grab the first tracksuit you spot. You toss it on the bed and go over to your dresser. You grab a bra, thong, and t-shirt.

You still can't believe Wooyoung fucking played you. If he didn't want to be with you, all he to do is tell you he's done. Staging a stick-up isn't how you end things.

You can't figure out why, but it's too late to think about it.

Is Wooyoung really going to leave you? There wasn't any point of you running off from Gangteez unless you had Wooyoung by your side.

Did he mean what he said earlier about using you? There's no way that's true. Now, because of one mistake, you are going to lose everything.

The risk you took doesn't mean shit if he's not going to run off with you.

Now, because you made a wrong move by fucking him at home, you have lost everything.

You go into your closet and get on your hands and knees. Your hand touches taps against the flooring until you feel the one tile that can be removed.

You flip it over and grab a couple of stacks of money to support your travel. You grab your spare burner phone.

You power it on and call your emergency number.

They answer on the first ring, and you hurry up and grab the emergency suitcase you have tucked away since Hongjoong left.

You go to the back of the closet and push the wall. You go to the hidden elevator into the ground.

"I've fucked up bad. You need to come to get me. Send someone for me."

"Done."

They end the call, and you ride the elevator to the basement. You just have to wait it out until San leaves.

****

Wooyoung gawks out the passenger window waiting for you to walk through the front door. He squeezes his burner phone, and he flips it open again. He knows after what was said that you're probably mad at him.

He deserved your anger and your silent treatment. This was his time to walk in the sun with you. He should have chosen you in front of his best friend.

Instead, he raced out the door without saying sorry or we'll talk later.

Wooyoung doesn't know how he will make this right, but he wants to figure out a way to prove to you that he's serious.

He's partly afraid that San would have killed you. You don't deserve that.

"This bitch has five minutes left, or I'm putting a bullet through her fucked up brain," San spews his long-lasting hatred for you.

Wooyoung is still trying to piece everything together, and he focuses on San texting, someone.

"Why do you hate her so much?"

"Because she's a fucked up person."

"So, am I."

"Nah, it's different."

"How'd you know I was here?" Wooyoung finally speaks up for the first time since he left you in the tub.

"I watched you get in her car. I was curious, so I followed you here."

"Oh, so why can't we just go home."

"I need to make sure she turns everything over to me. I can't believe she brainwashed you. Never in your life have you ever crossed anyone."

"She didn't brainwash me. I didn't cross anyone," Wooyoung hisses. San doesn't understand what you mean to him.

"Yes, she did. What was talking about a strap?" San raises an eyebrow.

"I get fucked with a strap-on."

"In your ass?" San asks. He narrows his eyes and tilts his head.

"Yeah. I love it," Wooyoung replies and blushes.

"Okay, I'm not even going to ask anything else. Hongjoong brought you into Gangteez when you didn't have anyone," San reminds him.

"I know. It wasn't on purpose. You act like I've been plotting on her or something."

San leans back in his seat and stretches his arms. "So, did you hit it raw?"

"That's none of your business. You always have to take away everyone I love."

"You keep falling for crazy hoes. She put a gun to your head and threatened to kill you."

"She wouldn't have killed me."

"How do you know?"

"She loves me."

San snickers and slaps his thigh. "If she loves you so much, why'd she let you leave? Not once has she texted you or called. She played you."

The clicking of the garage door catches Wooyoung's attention, and he sees your black SUV jet pass them.

"I wasn't checking my phone. I was looking at the time."

"Well, she's gone now. Let her go," San says.

Wooyoung crosses his arms and stares straight through the windshield.

***

"What happened?" Your former leader sits across from you in a leather chair. Their legs are crossed in their expensive gray suit with a half-empty glass of Whiskey.

Not much has changed about their office. Still bland as fuck without any pictures or personality in the room. Just two couches, bare walls, and a glass table.

Your hands tremble, and you cover your face. How could this happen to you? You take a deep breath and sigh. "I started sleeping with Wooyoung."

Their eyebrows rise at your admission, and they chug their drink. They place it on the glass table, which makes a slight echo.

"Jung Wooyoung. I never expected that. Maybe San or Mingi. How did this begin?"

You swallow hard at your weakness. "It started with late nights going over the numbers. Those turned into sitting in the car talking until the sun rose, and then it turned to him becoming my submissive."

"So, who caught you?" Your former leader's gaze fixates on you.

"San, we were bathtub at Hongjoong's house."

"That's pretty disrespectful, don't you think?"

"I know, but Hongjoong treats me like shit, and I feel seen when I'm with Wooyoung."

"So, now what? You're going to run off into the sunset with Wooyoung?"

"I don't know. You know I would never come to you unless it was the last fucking option," you breathe out.

"Why would you move so sloppy like that?" They petition you almost and wish you had an answer.

"I don't know. I'm in love with him," you confess, and your breath is shaky. You can't believe you've fallen so hard for him that you would let your guard down.

"So, let me get this right. You fell in love with him, Wooyoung?"

You nod. "Yes, but now I can't go back."

"You're literally blowing up our whole plan over some dick. Did you have your eye on him the whole time?"

"I did from day one. But, you told me to go after Hongjoong. I fell for Hongjoong because I thought I needed a man who would tell me what to do. When he got locked up, I realized I don't like that."

"So, what do you want to do?"

"I need to get out of the country, and I want Wooyoung to come with me."

"You know this is going to start a war."

"I know. But, he's worth it."

"Alright. You know this is going to cost you."

"How much do you need?"

"I don't want money. You know what I want. I need information," they say.

You roll your eyes, and you realize this is costing you more than you can offer.

***

"She just sent a text and said everything is in the garage and says you know the garage code."

"Okay," Wooyoung gets out of the car and walks to the garage. He enters the code, and he sees everything you left for him.

He grabs it, and he stops in his tracks. He walks further into the garage and opens the freezer. He sees a burner phone and shoves it in his pocket.

He closes the garage and walks back to the car. He hands San the duffel bag.

"What are you doing to tell Hongjoong?" Wooyoung inquires.

"She left a note that she couldn't do it."

"This is very thought out."

"Whatever, let me do it my way, or I'll tell him what you've been up to."

San arrives at Wooyoung's apartment and hits the unlock button. "Thanks to your bitch, I'm about to run the city," San gloats, but Wooyoung doesn't care.

"Good for you," Wooyoung voices and gets out of the car. He heads upstairs to his apartment.

He opens the door, hoping to smell your sweet vanilla scent but he doesn't smell anything. He closes the door and reaches into his pocket to pull on the burner phone.

He expects a saved number, but there isn't one. So, he must wait for you to contact him.

Will San make a good plan, or will he snitch on him? Wooyoung walks into his kitchen and opens the fridge.

The burner phone rings, and his heart flutters for you. He swipes the green button over and answers.

"Mistress, where are you? Come get me. Listen, I lied earlier in-"

An unfamiliar voice interrupts his excitement. He expected you to be on the other end.

"I know you've been fucking Y/n. So, let's cut to the chase."

"Who are you?" Wooyoung searches his brain, trying to figure out who this deep voice belongs. But, it's not registering.

"Let's not worry about that."

"Listen, where is Y/n? I need to speak to her."

"Aww, you are in love with her."

"Just let me speak to her."

"It's funny how she has you wrapped around her finger, and you have no idea who she really is."

"I do know her. Now, tell me where she is."

"That would be too easy. You think you're getting your fairytale story?"

"No, seriously. Who is this?"

"We will see you very soon. Meet us on Treasure St. at the abandoned warehouse. Alone."

"What time?"

"Thirty minutes. We don't like to waste time."

***

You peep out the window from the second floor and see that Wooyoung is here with fifteen minutes to spare. You aren't sure if he will be down after discovering everything.

But, if he showed up after what happened earlier, maybe you two can move forward.

"I guess he does love you," My former leader whispers, and we watch him enter the building.

"I love him, too."

"You know how I feel about distractions."

"He's not a distraction."

The door opens, and one of your former leader's guards pushes him into the room. Your eyes sparkle when you see the love of your life.

Wooyoung races over to you but stops when he sees who is standing beside you.

"Y/n? What the fuck?" Wooyoung's jaw drops, and his eyes peer from you to your former leader. It's a complicated situation.

"I know. I know. It's fucked up. I have a lot to explain," you attempt to soothe things over. You move over to Wooyoung and stand in front of you.

"I will leave you two to talk. I'll be in the car waiting, Y/n," my former leader says and heads out the door.

"Why are you here with him?" Wooyoung's right leg is tapping, and you already know he's upset. You move closer to him and hold his waist.

"Baby, please. I need you to calm down."

"No, you put a gun to my head today, and now you're here with him. What's going on?"

"No, he's my brother," you groan.

"Bangchan, is your brother?" Wooyoung covers his mouth, and his eyes widen at your revelation.

"Yes."

"So, you were going to set up your brother?"

"Yeah. I knew he didn't care about the corners, so that it wouldn't matter. It was just to get Gangteez to build trust with me."

"And the gun thing?"

"I wasn't going to pull it. I'm sorry for that, but I knew San wouldn't kill you. I was trying to protect myself."

"Wait, Mistress. So, you've been lying to me.. hell, you've been lying to Hongjoong."

"My brother wanted me to get closer to Hongjoong to take him out. I fell in love with him. Then I cut my brother off. But, today is the first time I've talked to him in years. I legit thought San was going to kill me."

"So, why am I here? Because I'm not working for Bangchan."

"My brother is going to get us out of the country. We can start over."

"You are related to our enemy, and you want me to breeze past that?"

"Listen, either you want to be with me, or you don't."

"I want to be with you."

"So, be with me. Why did you say you were using me."

"I lied. You know, I just said that to mislead San. He doesn't understand what we have. Plus, I thought he would have killed us both. You know he's crazy."

"Exactly. So, let's leave together. No telling how much Hongjoong knows, and I have no way of finding out."

"Y/n. This is a lot. So, you expect me to leave Gangteez after finding all this out."

"Yeah, you said you would. Were you lying?"

"Before I found out what you did. We've only known each other for three months, and you want me to abandon my brothers for you. After you lied."

"Jung Wooyoung. I'm not a perfect person, and neither are you. We're both criminals. What can you expect?" You caress his face.

"Are you playing with my head?"

"No, I want to start a future with you. Have your baby. Start fresh and leave the drug game behind. This is our chance."

"You want to have a baby with me?"

"Yes. I want a fresh start. I'm in love with you."

"This isn't a setup or anything, right?"

"I promise it's not. You know we can't be together here because Hongjoong will have us killed."

"Let's go," Wooyoung declares, and your heart melts hearing there he wants to be with you.

***

Wooyoung looks down at you as he sits on the bed. He stares out of the window as you two coast through the clouds. You are both on the way to your new life. A new beginning and leaving everything behind.

Wooyoung's back arches when your lips connect with his inner thigh. He strokes your hair and runs his finger across your bott9omlip. Your eyes are full of lust, and he can't help but feel special.

You are the woman of his dreams. You are beautiful, your melanin always glows in the sunlight, you're bossy as fuck, and you dominate him exactly the way he needs.

"Wooyoung, you're mine forever," you whisper against his thigh and run your tongue along the intimate place your lips just touched.

"You're so damn bad, Mistress. I'm so addicted to you," Wooyoung moans out when you cover his length.

You take him all in, and you want him to relax. The last eight hours have been nothing but chaos, and he deserves to chill after sacrificing everything to run off with you.

"God, I love you," Wooyoung's moans fill the room of your current bedroom.

His cute moans and shaky breaths tell you everything you need to hear.

Wooyoung comes for you, and you swallow everything.

The plane lands, and your car awaits you to take you to your hotel.

You grab Wooyoung's hand, and you grin at him. "We're home, baby."

You get to settle in your hotel. Thankfully, you have clothes for you and Wooyoung in there. But, other than that, you don't have much.

"So, how much money do we have?"

"A half a million. But, don't worry. We can relax for a month and then get regular jobs like regular people to keep a low profile."

Wooyoung is quiet, but you aren't sure why. You look at him sitting on the couch. "What's wrong?"

"I just need to tell San that I'm okay. I know he'll worry about me."

"Baby, we're leaving everyone in the past. If he knows where you are, that puts us both at risk."

"Please, I at least owe him that."

"Okay, go ahead. I'm going to grab a few things from the market downstairs to hold us for a few days.

"Alright."

You head out of the room and downstairs so you can hit the street. Your gun is tucked in your purse. You grab a basket and fill it with paper plates, towels, soap, loungewear, and a few bottles of alcohol. You also grab a few pairs of flip-flops because it's hotter than you expected.

You see a familiar face, and you freeze in your place.

"Y/n, long time no talk," he calls and walks over to you.

"Did Bangchan send you?" You groan at your brother's new sense of wanting to protect you.

"Of course, he did. You know I must protect my favorite," Changbin tucks a curl behind your ear.

"I can protect myself," you walk through the store and add more things to your basket. You go up to the counter, and the cashier rings up your items. You can sense Changbin's presence behind you.

"Awww, you're looking out for your little sub. That's cute," Changbin eyes your items. He grabs your bags for you.

"I care about him."

"More than you cared about me?" Changbin asks from behind you.

"It's different."

"You know Bangchan still doesn't know what happened to us," Changbin mentions.

"Good, it is none of his business."

"Or maybe he did, and that's why he pushed you onto Hongjoong."

"Maybe," you say. You get back to the hotel lobby and walk through it, and head to the elevator.

"So, how will you introduce me to your boyfriend?"

"As my bodyguard."

You put your key in the door, and Wooyoung sits on the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Hey, babe. I'm not sure if you know my brother's friend, Changbin," you point to him.

"You didn't tell me I would have to be around more SKZ members."

"It's not like that. He's my bodyguard for a little bit. My brother wants to make sure we're okay here in Cuba."

"You don't need a bodyguard. You have me," Wooyoung says.

"I know, baby. It's not my choice," you say.

"Plus, I speak the language too. So, I'll be able to help y'all get set up with a place and stuff," Changbin says.

Wooyoung doesn't respond, and you already know that Changbin is bothering him.

You reach into your purse and grab your phone.

"Put Wooyoung stuff over there on the couch for me, Binnie," you instruct and go to the contact section.

"No problem, Mommy," Changbin says and puts everything on the table.

Your eyes gaze over to see if Wooyoung notices anything. Wooyoung's eyes are glued to Changbin, and he's stalking his every moment.

You ignore Changbin's comment, and you hand him your phone. "Put your number in my phone so that I can reach you."

Changbin types into your phone, and his phone rings. "Now, I can call you, too."

You roll your eyes. "Changbin, leave, please. I need a shower and sleep. Thank you for carrying my bags."

"Call me if you need anything."

Once Changbin is out of the room, Wooyoung looks at you. "You fucked him.. before? Right?"

"What gave you that impression?"

"Your body language with his."

"Yeah, years ago. It's not a big deal."

"He called you mommy."

"Fine, he was my first sub."

"Will he be a problem?"

"No, we're not like that."

"He still wants you. I felt it. I felt like I was the third person looking in."

You walk over to him, and he gets up off the bed. "Baby, please. I left everything to be with you. I love you."

"As did I. I love you, more."

You grab his towel and pull it off his body. You grab his butt and hold it while you kiss him. You want to reassure him that it's only going to be him.

"It's okay to have doubts. But, I'm in love with you and you only."

"Can I taste you?" you whisper against his lips.

Wooyoung nods, and you turn him around. You slap his ass and bend him over the bed. You plant kisses all over his cheeks.

You love the way his body reacts when you embrace his ass. You realize you have no strap, and no lube. Your mouth waters, and you coat your fingers with saliva, and you finger his ass.

You still kiss his beautiful round cheeks, and he moans out your name. All you want to do is please him.

You stick your tongue and flick against his hole a few times and shove your tongue inside of him.

"You like that, baby?" You ask him.

"Mhmm.. Yes, mommy."

Mommy? You pull out of him. "I don't like that name," you tell him. "Don't ever call me that again."

"Yes, mistress. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Anything but that."

You return to tongue fucking your lover, and you stroke his dick while you please him. Wooyoung is panting your name. Your hands are stroking his length while you're deep inside him.

"I love it when you wax for me," you compliment him.

"Anything for you, Mistress," Wooyoung whines. You stroke his balls and tease his hole. You go back to fingering him, knowing that right now he needs to be fucked hard.

"Mmmm... yess just like that. Mistress. Feels so good," he says, and his legs quiver underneath you. You know your beautiful lover is going to cum.

"Yess.. cum for me."

Wooyoung's body shakes, and he comes into your hand. You lick it off your hand. Wipe the rest against his lips. He runs his tongue to savor the taste of himself.

"I'm going to shower," you say.

You kiss his forehead, and you go into the bathroom. You turn on the water and wait for the shower to heat up.

You stare into the mirror, and you smile as you brush your teeth. You see a text message from Changbin.

Changbin: I can't stop thinking about you... Can you tie me up like old times and beat me?

You sigh and groan at the text message. Wooyoung comes into the bathroom, and you close the message in a hurry. He kisses you on the left side of your neck.

"Let's go out to the club tonight. Have a good time?"

"Yeah, that sounds like fun. I'm sure Changbin will have to come."

"I don't care. He will just have to watch us. Plus, I saw in your suitcase that you have your backup strap and a few bottles of lube." Wooyoung wraps his arms around you, and you sway a bit.

"Yay! I forgot I packed it. I don't know why I thought I didn't. You wanted to get fucked, didn't you?"

"I do," Wooyoung grins.

"After the club. I got you," you say.

"Or you could we get a quickie going in the shower," Wooyoung says. "I need you, mistress."

"Fine."

***

You dance in the middle of the floor with Wooyoung, and his hands are glued to your waist. You never get to have these experiences with him.

Being in public and being close to him is a moment you've craved for months.

You are grinning and vibing to the music while he's keeping up with you.

"You want another drink, Goddess?" Wooyoung asks.

"Yeah, rum and coke."

"Alright, be right back," he shouts behind you.

You sway to the music, a new pair of hands replace him, and you look down at familiar silver rings.

"Mommy, I've been bad, and I need to be punished," Changbin whispers.

It's the liquor and the way he's moving his body with yours that has you a bit stuck.

You snap out of it and pull away from him. The last thing you want to do is hurt Wooyoung.

"No, I'm with Wooyoung, and you know that," you remind him. "Plus, I don't like being called Mommy anymore."

"What can I call you?"

"My name," you say.

Changbin pulls you closer to him and sways the song. His muscular hand is on your waist, and you enjoy the music. His touch is starting not to feel foreign to your skin.

"We can have our old thing again. He won't have to know. Just like how your boyfriend, didn't know?" Changbin jogs your memory of the past.

You step away from him. "Nah, this is different. I love him," you say.

"How long until you break his heart? You don't need love. You thrive on lust," Changbin says.

"You don't know me."

"Of course. I knew you weren't into Hongjoong and only using Wooyoung to get away from him. Why do you always have to create chaos," Changbin tells you.

You step back out of his grasp and shake off whatever spell he's trying to use to pull you in.

Wooyoung steps in front of Changbin, and kisses you. You are snapped back into your reality. Wooyoung is what you want, and you will not fall for Changbin's bullshit.

"Here's your drink. You okay?" Wooyoung whisper against your ear and nibbles on it.

"Yeah, baby. Don't worry."

"Good. What was Changbin talking about?"

"Bullshit."

You sip your drink, and Wooyoung searches your eyes. You can see the worry on his face, and he rolls his eyes.

"Oh, did you ever talk to San?"

"Yeah, I told him I was good."

"Was he upset?"

"Of course, but he's just happy he's running Gangteez."

"Does Hongjoong know?"

"Nope, he says he's not going to tell him."

"Oh well."

You go back to dancing to the music and see Changbin dancing with a woman out of the corner of your eye.

You smile at them because, hopefully, he will meet someone else to take you off his mind.

Wooyoung turns around and starts twerking on you. You are holding his waist and enjoying him throwing it back on you. He's working his body on you, and you see people watching y'all, but you don't care.

"Yess, throw that ass, baby," you encourage him. You see someone coming towards you, and you pull him up.

"You can't do that shit here," A man stutters, and you get in his face.

"We can do whatever the fuck we want. We're not doing anything wrong," you say. You stand in front of Wooyoung and argue with the drunk stranger.

Changbin comes in between the two of you. He gets in his face and speaks to him in Spanish. You aren't sure what he said, but the man raises his hands and backs away.

"You good?" Changbin asks you.

"Yeah, I had him, though."

"You can't start shit with strangers."

"No, he was mad because Wooyoung was twerking on me."

"Oh, I thought he was being rude to you."

"Let's get a shot on me. Come on," Changbin leads the way. You grab Wooyoung's hand, and you two follow him to the bar.

The bartender places three shots in front of you. You all put your shots together and then down them. Changbin walks up to Wooyoung. He whispers something to him, and Wooyoung smiles.

You watch them start conversing, and you order two rounds of shots. You hand them shots, and everyone throws back the double shot.

"I think me and Wooyoung got off to the wrong foot," Changbin says in the circle of you.

"Right, you definitely did," you say.

"Well, How about I watch y'all fuck?" Changbin says, and Wooyoung starts laughing so hard that he grabs his stomach.

"Don't fall for it, Wooyoung. He's not joking," you say.

"He told me you used to step all over him. We never do that," Wooyoung says.

Your world feels like it's turning upside down. You don't need them bonding over sexual experiences.

"That's because I'm in love with you, and I'm gentle with you," You grab his shirt, and you pull him into a kiss. You get into each other for a couple of moments.

"Oh, you're gentle now? That's shocking," Changbin says, and you pull away from Wooyoung.

"Love makes you do crazy shit," You say, and see a bit of shock on Changbin's face, but he quickly smirks.

"I was once her side dude, too," Changbin announces, and you groan internally. You suck your teeth.

"So, why didn't you end up together?" Wooyoung asks.

"She disappeared, and a few weeks later, I saw her at the club on the arm of Hongjoong," Changbin says.

"Damn, that's crazy," Wooyoung says.

"Everything happens for a reason. It's no hard feelings, though," Changbin says.

You step away and order another round of shots. Things feel weird between you and Changbin. You can't tell if he's trying to fuck you, or he wants to kill you.

"Mistress," Wooyoung grabs your hand and kisses it. He can tell when you are uncomfortable. He noticed how your body tensed up each time Changbin spoke.

He's not worried about Changbin at all. Even if you decide you want to fuck him, he knows it won't mean anything.

You didn't fight for Changbin, nor did you try to get with him after. So, Wooyoung knows deep down inside that you are only serious about him.

"You want to leave?" Wooyoung asks you and kisses the inside of your hand.

He doesn't want you to be uncomfortable. He thought he would talk to Changbin since he's forced to be around him.

"No," you shake your head and hand him a shot. He hands it to Changbin, and Changbin heads off into the crowd.

"You probably think I'm a fucked-up person," you turn around and face him.

"No, we're criminals remember?" Wooyoung grins, and you both start giggling at his comment. You needed that joke because you were close to breaking down in the club.

"Right. Changbin is in the past."

"Well, he said he's only going to be here for a month. So, if you want to fuck him to get it out your system, I'm cool with it," Wooyoung holds your waist.

"Not you being a cuck."

"I'm not, but we're criminals remember? We don't follow society's rules."

"True. But, I'm not thinking about him right now. I just want to get settled into our new life."

"Well, if you change your mind, let me know."

You kiss his forehead. "You're precious. Let's go back to the hotel."

***

You wake up, and you see that Wooyoung is gone. A wave of panic runs through you, and you run into the bathroom. You call his phone, but it goes straight to voicemail.

The door opens, and Wooyoung's laughter hits your ears. "See you later, bro."

"Where did you go?"

"Changbin and I went to the gym. His body is crazy. I'm trying to get like him."

"But, I love your body the way it is." You hug him and kiss him.

"I know, but the gym was nice. Plus, we got to talk. I told him how I called you Mommy, and you flipped on me."

"I don't know how I feel about y'all talking about your sexual experiences with me."

"It feels good, you know. To hear another man who is comfortable in sexuality talk about being submissive. I couldn't share this with anyone in Gangteez. But, if you want me to stop, I will."

You hear a knock at the door, and you walk over to it. You look through the peephole, and you don't see anyone. You look down at the note.

You grab it and close the door.

I will see you soon, princess.

Shit, no one else calls you princess, so you already know Hongjoong is coming to. So, who double-crossed you? You look at Wooyoung.

"Hongjoong is coming," you say.

"Fuck," Wooyoung replies.

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dandydemidoesfandoms · 1 year

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Episode 12 : Soft, Sappy Serotonin

My Communication Princes (Bee and Prince) with the time honored tradition of throwing shade at the Thai government. Also, bless these horny little upstarts, the world is not ready for the saccharine these two have brewing.

Honorable mention to the manager who apparently understands what side his bread is buttered on. Better get with the program while the getting is good.

On to our Gaymers, sweet stupid babies. Win, forever the emotional janitor for his family, pulling the old faithful "admit your feelings when they aren't around but sike, they are on speaker phone."

Modern bullshit requires middle child bullshit solutions.

Cause we both know that Waan was just too prideful to admit he said some shit in anger, pushed away his boo and ran to the beach.

The drama. 🤌🏾✨️

But like the precious little chaos gremlin that he is, Tul was ready and willing to fight for his man. And whew, chile. They wasted zero time getting down to brass tacks at warp speed.

And Wiew, my precious little fiesty tink tink who can do no wrong, is so adorably wholesome. It's just too much. May the universe never consider touching him because I will throw hands.

We got Dean and Pharm on the beach, which is giving me UWMA war flashbacks and I was so emotional for such a ridiculously short scene.

And the call back to marriage in the US with Pharm's mom is just....

I really hope Pruek eats his Wheaties and prepares himself because Manow is so extra 24/7, 365, and she is gonna be the life and death of him in the best possible way.

I'm glad that she is finally getting some acting gigs and now we can see yet another round of Supportive BF staring the most underrated king.

And piece de resistance, the softest sassy boys, the Consent Kings.

Oh Team, oh baby. Let it out. You poor thing. So much therapy. But look at you verbalizing your pain instead of burying it.

Also, I've said it once and I will say it again:

YOU DO NOT SAY SHIT LIKE THAT TO A CHILD (in general but also) THAT LITERALLY JUST ALMOST DIED & WATCHED THEIR COUSIN DROWN!

Win, being Win, giving no fucks and all the love. So soft for Team and its giving me very normal reactions. The carry had me cackling especially when I think of all the times it happened in fan meetings, events, and variety shows. Ya boy was ready.

And don't think we didn't see that pampas grass arch and beach wedding set up. We see y'all.

And we both know that if Thailand allowed it, Win would have married Team on the spot and worried about telling the family later.

And OMG, the announcement bait and switch.

It's such a Team thing. The King of the Himbos.

The ending was iconic and perfect in the way that only Between Us could justify delivering as the ending.

#dandy demi rambles #between us #thai bl #bl drama #asianlgbtqdramas #win x team #bee x prince #waan x tul #manow x pruek #dean said we are not the same #dean x pharm #win has zero chill and i love that for him #team is gonna be the death of me #but bless wiew #waan really said enough talking #reblogging because i said what i said

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bellamer · 2 years

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So it took two hours but I'm in because my brother used my mom's phone number for mine and my cousin's phone number for his, even though it got us yelled at. First things first, ima look at the new designs and say what I think

D.VA: Not digging the ponytail, her bangs are ugly

Doomfist: At least they gave him shoes. No more grippers on the field.

Orisa: I guess I like what they did with the hair

Reinhart: OOOH BIG DADDY BAM A LAM OOOOH BIG DADDY BAM A LAM

Roadhog: That mowhawk is ugly as fuck, yee yee ass haircut

Sigma: What did they do to my baby-honey-precious ? He looks so...plain now. I hate it.

Winston: What shampoo do he use ? His hair is so much fuller, but the outfit... is meh..

Wrecking Ball: Deadass forgot this hamster yo existed so I don't care.

Zarya: That ponytail. Hell fucking no. Why do they look like they tried to soften her features ?

Ashe and Bob: I don't like how they shortened Ash's hair but it ain't bad. But nothing special.

Bastion:...Ew.

Cassidy: Got rid of his whole tan. Somehow whitewashed a white man. Blizzard probably got tired of people headcanoning him as Latino and went "Enough of that" (jokes on them, there's pale/white Latinos tho) and y'all still could've gave him a better name. I'm all for "Cassidy" but the "Cole" part is just ugly.

Echo: She didn't get a new design for some reason

Genji: Eww. Why's he wearing clothes. But ngl, the fit is drippy so he gets a pass.

Hanzo: Blizzard hates voluptuous man tiddies. Noted. Guess they only like the sort of titties their employees can steal employees breastmilk from.

Junkrat: THAT'S NOT MY BABY ! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOUUU ?!? WHO YOU IS ?!? WHO YOU BE ?!? But naw, seriously, they erased everything unique about junkrat and yassfied them. Fuck this.

Mei: So fucking cute but her OG outfit is cuter.

Pharah: Really just yeet her earrings away for no reason.

Reaper: I hate his new pants. Instead of showing off those marvelous thick thighs, they made them look clumpy.

Soldier 76: Seeing his face just feels wrong.

Sombra: An actual improvement, I just wish they gave her actual fucking shoes.

Symmetra: No more thighs, but I actually love the outfit. I do not like how one piece of hair is sticking out though.

Torbjorn: I like it but it's nothing special.

Tracer: She looks less dorky. I'm kinda sad about it.

Widowmaker: Damn, no more exposed chest but I do like the outfit. I don't care for the braid though but I love her new headpiece.

Ana: It's alright.

Baptiste: I hate his haircut and I don't care for the outfit. They massacred my boy.

Brigitte: It's alright

Lúcio: Boy looks like he got some damn pool noodles in his head, what did y'all do to him ?

Mercy: It is very meh.

Moira: So y'all just deciding to do all of my fucking mains dirty, huh ? Junkrat, Sigma, Baptiste, now Moira.

Zenyatta: It's just fucking meh.

So basically they decided to turn everyone into the equivalent of an unseasoned, raw, chicken breast. The only Main of mine that looks alright is Ashe, but not only that, most of my mains are locked.

Also, none of my skins got transferred or my voice lines. So yeah, the game is garbage. Can't wait to see the hot mess that is the gameplay, if they stop kicking me out every 15 minutes and making me wait in a que of 2000.

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maya-custodios-dionach · 2 years

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Hello, older Steddies (steddies who's been shipping this for way longer than I have), quick question for y'all.

Joe Keery, as I recently found out, is a SINGER. With his own band and stuff.

...I was patiently waiting for Eddie getting flustered over Steve singing to himself headcanons, i-

* pouts * I guess I'll do it myself. Get ready y'all, this has been marinating in my Steddie brainrot for two weeks now.

Steve Harrington is a songwriter and plays piano and I will DIE. ON. THIS. HILL.

The piano thing is something he picked bc he learned that his mother used to take piano lessons as a child, and he wanted to do something to impress her. Turns out, he really like the sounds the piano makes and keeps learning how to play better.

Steve loves the piano bc its one of the few moments in his childhood that his mom pays 100% of her attention to him in order to teach him everything she knew, aka the basics and some classic sheet music she memorized.

Wait no, I'm gonna make myself cry, baby stevie aggressively practicing the classical piano pieces bc maybe if he plays it perfectly, he'll perform it for his mom whenever she'll home, why do I do this to myself.

Let's think of some fluffy stuff about the songwriting first before I sob myself dry.

Lil Stevie, while he was still in his experimental piano phase, before he strictly adheres to sheet music, used to play nonsense lil ditties to himself. Usually stuff he did during his day, like "hmmmm I put on my clothes and I made my bed, hmmmm, put on my socks then put on my shoes~ hmmmm" (I'm really sorry for the shitty creativity, my brain is blanking on what tiny Steve does in his free time except for TV, sports and piano)

Eventually, he starts actually writing lil snippets. Nothing great bc yk he's a kid starting out, but pieces if put together in a coherent and melodic way could have a lot of potential. Tiny lil puzzle pieces with the potential to be something more, something incredible.

Steve's parents never did find out about his songwriting. It was his and his alone, a safe haven where the thoughts of others don't matter. When his parents are away, when the boredom becomes to much, Steve sneaks into the piano room to turn his lyrics into music, for his ears only.

I like to pair this headcanon with another precious headcanon of mine, which is if Steve wasn't trapped in his jock era, that man is a KID WHO LOVES MUSICALS. (Am I projecting my love of musicals onto my blorbo? Mayhaps, but who's gonna stop me?). Every song in a musical elicits so much story and emotion that Steve never lets himself feel in his daily life, its very comforting to listen to songs of characters who know what they want and sing about how much they wants it and how they're gonna achieve their goals. A characters freedom to unapologetically express themselves on stage, not caring if anybody hears (no projecting or intense longing from Steve here, nosiree). All this to say that Steve's songwriting and singing style reflects a lot of musical I Want songs.

Fast forward to high school, his King Steve era, his music is his best kept secret. Vulnerability is NOT an option, so whenever he throws parties at his house, he always ALWAYS makes sure that the piano room is locked, where is notebook of lyrics also reside. There was a period of time where he didn't play piano at ALL because of how much his sports life consumes most of his free time. Sometimes, he feels the itch to write something down, but can't because he's surrounded by a lot of people who would target any sign of softness he shows. Furthermore, Steve becomes less and less confident about his songwriting the more his reputation of a dumb jock solidifies. (WHY DO I HURT MYSELF LIKE THIS-)

Being with Nancy, however, lit a FIRE in him. I'm talking scribbled out lyrics of love songs at night to process his feelings, giddy piano covers of popular love songs, singing the Grease soundtrack in the shower, the WORKS. This boy is GONE, and the only way to process all his emotions in order to appear cool and chill in public is to let it out through music. Its not a foolproof way of processing emotions, bc he's not suddenly immune to doing stupid shit just because he has an outlet (see The Entire Steve-Nancy-Jonathan love triangle business). His honeymoon phase with Nancy definitely produced some of his more structured and polished work bc she inspires him in a positive way. (Nancy'ssosmatthatifSteveisgonnamakesongsabouthertheyhavetobesmarttoobecausethat'swhatshedeservesand-)

After his first encounter with the Upside Down and the breakup after, however??? STEVE'S REPUTATION ERA. His most emotionally driven songs were written at the dead of night when he couldn't sleep because of the nightmares. Frenzied piano notes ring into the night, Steve and the stars its only audience. Boys don't go to therapy, they forcefully beat up their emotions into songs that they would never share with anyone else, and impulsively adopt any child within a 10 mile radius.

(imma skim over season 2, im sorry, truthfully i didnt watch a single second of the show, all i know about stranger things are from steddie fanfics binged over the course of 2 weeks and tumblr gifs, thats it)

The first person to ever find out about Steve's musical hobby is Robin (i know, very predictable, but hear me out). Back when those two are drugged to hell and back, Steve sings out nonsense lyrics that he hasn't done since he was a kid, singing about the what he can see in the bathroom they were resting in. Steve feels VERY STRONGLY about Robin defending Tammy Thompson's singing bc he could literally sing better WHILE DRUGGED. Robin hates that she can't dispute that bc she's heard both. After the starcourt fiasco, whenever robin cant sleep, she sneaks into steve's home and listens to steve playing the piano in order to drown out the nightmares. Steve doesn't sing any of the songs he's written, no matter how much she pesters him about it.

OKAY SEASON 4, LETS DO THIS!!

After Max's first encounter with Vecna at the cemetery, Steve asks for the favorite songs of EVERYONE in the Party, and spends all-nighters trying to memorize every single one.

The first anybody aside from Robin hears Steve sing was when they were panicking about Nancy getting vecna'd. After the iconic THIS!! IS!! MUSIC!! scene, they all stop bc they all hear singing they haven't heard before. They all look up, and are flabbergasted to see Steve singing “Love Is A Battlefield” by Pat Benatar in the most beautiful tenor voice you've ever heard, like an angel beating down the devil's curse. No one is more bamboozled than Eddie, who just keeps staring at Steve while having the most ill-timed gay panic in his entire LIFE. If El were to peek into Eddie's head at all at that moment, all she would hear is the TV static with background noises of gay thoughts at mach 4 speed.

(In this reality, Steve goes along with Dustin and Eddie bc dustin feels betrayed about steve "keeping this a secret from them" and won't stop pestering him. Steve's bi awakening is seeing Eddie shredding Master of the Puppets ofc)

Post-Vecna (Eddie LIVES dammit, fireman carried by steve out of the upside down), Eddie goes to Steve and Robin's place of work and joins her in begging pestering Steve to sing them one of his songs (the first time eddie heard that steve writes his own songs, he had a gay panic so strong, that Corroded Coffin is tired of his bullshit, pull yourself together man, this is getting embarrassing. poor eddie had to self-quarantine in his room screaming in his pillow for two days). Eddie, the upside down trauma newbie, also joins robin to sneaking into steve's house in order to listen to him play the piano. robin had to close eddie's mouth while he was gawking at steve the first time he sees him play piano (bless oblivious sleep-deprived steve, his music is the only thing keeping him sane).

also, platonically, i just love the idea of Steve singing lullabies at the "we just saved the world, lets have a sleepover so that we can take comfort in the fact that everyone is alive" sleepover, and all the kids going to sleep clutching at each other, dreamless and feeling safe at last.

Look, im not creative enough to think of a getting together scene, so we're skipping over to established steddie now, im so sorry.

First time they sang a duet together????? RATED R-18, THE MOST TENDER OF LOVE-MAKING COMMENCES AFTER THEY DUET, I DON'T MAKE THE RULES, I'M GETTING SUFFOCATED BY THE ROMANTIC AND SEXUAL TENSION JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.

Dear lord, steve and eddie both writing songs inspired by the other, DONT TOUCH ME, IM FRAGILE.

STEVE FEELING INSECURE ABOUT HIS SONGWRITING IN COMPARISON TO EDDIE, WHILE EDDIE IS JUST TRYING HIS BEST NOT TO CRY WHILE HEARING ANY OF STEVE'S SONGS FOR HIM, AAAAAAHHHHHH

Epic battles have been fought on what music to play in the car, im talking THEATER LEVELS OF DRAMA. If anybody in the party wants to see the most aggressive of bickering (coughDustincough), all the party has to do is ask who's turn it is to pick the music between them, WEEK LONG PETTY FIGHTS COMMENCE.

NO, BUT STEVE GOING TO ONE OF EDDIE'S CONCERTS WITH HOMEMADE MERCH- STEVE SOMETIMES JAMMING WITH CORRODED COFFIN, IM GOING FERAL-

THE SONG THE NIGHT THEY EXCHANGED VOWS (lemme dream, they could have done this underground or some shit, promise rings and all) IS SOMETHING THEY COLLABORATED ON, AND WILL ONLY EVER BE SUNG AND HEARD BY THE TWO OF THEM.

JUST!!!!! STEVE HARRINGTON SINGING!!!