#he's my oc i can thirst after him and be cringe if I wANT

[oddmawd]

Can you tell me what inspired "The Grasp of Gilded Strings"? Loving the story so far!

i had to think about this for a while because i kiiiiind of forgot...

TL;DR: The city of Dressrosa and Doffy's fascinating character inspired me to craft an OC that meshed organically with the One Piece World, and specifically within the landscape of Dressrosa itself. From this urge I produced Saffron, her powers, and her narrative with Doffy.

that's the short official version, but DO YOU WANT THE SUPER EMBARRASSING ANSWER???? WELL BUCKLE UP, BECAUSE HERE IT IS IN ALL ITS LENGTHILY SHITTY GLORY...i do not come out of this looking good lmaooooo...

let's throw in a fun gif to break up this text wall, shall we?

my favorite bastard <3....shameless plug to read the fic HERE, wherein i use proper grammar and spelling LOLOLOL

Gilded is my Doflamingo/OC fic (you knew that already i guess LMAO)...but basically the entire story was inspired by MY FLAGRANT MISCONCEPTIONS OF ONE PIECE AS A WHOLE, and specifically of the Dressrosa arc and Doffy, PLUS MY THIRST FOR AN OSTENTATIOUS VILLAIN I KNEW NOTHING ABOUT

yeah i was horny, what about it, I'M SORRY FOR NOTHING LMAOOOO

long story short, i got into One Piece kind of late in life, but i’ve loved anime my ENTIRE life, which means i absorbed some random things about One Piece years before i ever actually sat down and watched it. suffice to say, half the shit i absorbed was wrong or flawed somehow, and the city of Dressrosa and Doffy are both part of this history of absolutely ridiculous misconception

a person i follow here on tumblr kept posting about doffy and i ended up liking something they posted for idk what reason, and then tumblr kept feeding me doffy shit?!? and some of it was fanart where he was wearing a lot of gold jewelry and had a bare chest. he was hot AF and apparently very evil, which only sweetened the deal for my maladjusted ass. the only shit i knew about Doffy for sure (or so i assumed) was this: he was a king, he was an asshole, and apparently he had a harem.

AT THE TIME, the only other thing i knew about One Piece was that some of it took place in a desert (Alabasta...in retrospect i realize i was absolutely thinking of Alabasta) and so my brain dropped all of this limited knowledge into a blender and i was under the impression Doffy was like...the sultan of a country with a very cliche Arabian Nights vibe or something, idek

yes, yes, mea culpa: it was wrong (and very cliche/stereotypical) on a lot of levels and i cringe just thinking about how damn wrong i was OMG, but anyway...

MOVING ON...i saw and enjoyed (ahem) pics of Doffy, the stuff people said about him on tumblr was compelling, i had an incomplete idea of what his world was like, and my brain simply can't comprehend a fictional universe without imagining an OC to live inside it on my behalf, SO I STARTED MAKING UP OCs BEFORE EVEN WATCHING THE DAMN DRESSROSA ARC OR PROPERLY MEETING DOFFY HAHAHAHAH...and sure as shit i made up an OC who lived in Dressrosa and crossed paths with Doflamingo

that early OC was "proto-Saffron," for lack of a better term (she probably had a different name, but i didn't take many notes about her at this stage) and she was quite different from the Saffron who made it into Gilded...she actually tended to flocks of half-wild doves that lived in Dressrosa. i imagined they caused problems and when she started tending them she made it better for the city and Doffy, attracting his interest...in my head the story was probably called The Doves of Dressrosa or something, but anyway...

the plot of this daydream (i can't really call it a real story) was very similar to Gilded's, with Doffy taking interest in proto-Saffron after they crossed paths...and as i began watching one piece PROPERLY for the first time, i filed her away in the back of my head for when i got caught up

and then, inevitably, i got caught up and watched the Dressrosa arc at last, and MY EXPECTATIONS FOR DRESSROSA QUICKLY SHATTERED LMAOOOO

(know what DIDN'T shatter? my thirst for doffy...i remain(ed) as horny as ever for the flamingo bastard. that hasn't changed. it may have gotten worse. but we can discuss this another time lmaoooo)

Doffy and Dressrosa were both quite a bit different than i expected (NO DUH LMAO) with Spanish influence and sunflower fields and humans-turned-into-toys instead of moonlit deserts and hot, arid sunshine and sultans wearing ropes of gold (again, my misconception was rooted in horrible cliche). using proto-Saffron as an OC didn't make as much sense once i got to know both Doffy and Dressrosa properly, and the doves didn't fit the aesthetic of the REAL Dressrosa anymore. and that's not a bad thing! the truth of Dressrosa was way better than my super cliche imagination. i was immediately taken with the overall vibe of Dressrosa itself, not to mention Doffy's FASCINATING character, and suddenly i wanted to figure out an OC that meshed with the narrative on an organic level

so i guess that's the real inspiration there...wanting to make an OC that felt organic, like she could be a real part of the story, to make up for the no-longer-working one i had created before getting into OP properly

since the toys of Dressrosa are kind of its defining feature, i scrapped proto-Saffron's connection to doves in favor of trying to figure out how she could be connected the toys instead. at first i just wanted her mending them using regular tools, but then i kept thinking of Doffy wearing gold in all those pics i'd seen over the years. honestly i can't think of the man without thinking of riches and kings and pirate treasure, and his whole motivation for him being...him...is rooted in his avarice, his desire for more, more, MORE, taking what he believes he deserves with no thought to the consequences for others....that narcissism, that desire...

which leads me back to Saffron herself. Saffron now has the tsugi-tsugi no mii, which is the fruit that gives you the power to mend things using the japanese art of kintsugi (AKA mending shit with gold). i saw a few random tumblr posts where someone mentioned using that art to inspire a Devil Fruit, and i kept thinking of the toys and Doffy wearing gold, and it all just kind of clicked: SHE CAN MEND THE TOYS WITH THAT FRUIT, and that means she's got gold literally built into her, and that gives her this odd aesthetic and metaphorical connection to some of the overall themes i'm building into the work, not to mention Doffy's desire for riches and wealth and whatnot. i built the way the fruit works on those themes, and i built Saffron and Doffy's relationship on them, too

IDK friends...brains are basically blenders. everything you read gets poured in the top, it's churned up over time, and when you write, it pours out into some kind of story-soup. you never know what'll end up in the sauce. for me it was the idea of desire, mending sentient toys with gold, Doffy being a bastard, and the woman caught amid all of it... an innocent bystander caught in the grasp of gilded strings

WOOO WE NAME-DROPPED THE FIC, LOOK AT US, SO OFFICIAL, THIS FEELS LIKE A GOOD PLACE TO END THIS RANT

anyway, i hope this answered your question, and thanks for asking...i promise i use proper grammar/spelling/punctuation in the actual story LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

thanks for reading and good night <3

#donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo #one piece #donquixote doflamingo/oc #doflamingo x oc #one piece fanfic #one piece oc #donquixote doflamingo x oc #dressrosa #the grasp of gilded strings

[silver-handed]

Valentine’s Day

Did I write self indulgent V Day reader/Valentine smut? Yes I did. Do I feel bad about it? Not at all. Ashamed however...yeah also still no

Be aware there is NSFT fic below here about my V, with a reader of unspecified identity!! There is some alley way fun times and flirting and headgiving 

Valentine smiles when he sees you, the soft little thing that he reserves for you alone. The restaurant is quiet right now, soft music playing somewhere in the distance as you slide into the corner booth next to him.

He intertwines his fingers with yours, leaning in for a chaste kiss on the cheek. “You look wonderful tonight, my love.”

You can’t help but preen at the compliment. You had dressed up for tonight--nothing overdone, it was a simple date, but you’re feeling confident. He hasn’t seen you in this outfit yet, but, judging by the way his eyes slide over you appreciatively, he enjoys it.

“And so do you, my Valentine.” You adjust his tie slightly, using it as an excuse to feel his warmth. The suit he’s wearing is well fitted and softer than the one he normally wears, and he’s forgone the sunglasses so you can see his blue eyes.

His smile broadens, but you can see the slight pinkening of his ears, the way his eyes skitter away for a moment. Another thing only you can bring about; this soft shyness and borderline giddiness in a man who usually prided himself on his stoicism. 

Valentine leans in, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. The sheer amount of affection in his eyes when he pulls back sets butterflies off in your stomach, and you can’t help but lean into his hand as he reaches up to cradle your face.

“I’m so lucky to be yours, you know that?” 

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he’s leaning in again and kissing you senseless. 

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You try to think of how you got here as Valentine presses you up against the alley wall outside of the restaurant, pressing kisses to your jaw and your throat.

Maybe it was the dirty things you whispered in his ear as you finished dessert. Or perhaps it was the way your hand drifted from his knee to the inside of his thigh and up as he transferred the eddies to the waiter. Or maybe, if you’re being honest, it was the way you kissed a blooming hickey to his pale throat as you pulled him into the alley yourself.

His breath is hot against your throat when he pulls back, the warm line of his body stabilizing you against the alley wall. “You don’t know what you do to me, do you?” He whispers, punctuating the question with a nip at your throat.

He doesn’t give you much of a chance to respond, his hand sliding between your thighs and palming at you with easy familiarity. His hands are warm against you, and you bite your lip at the feeling of him so close to where you need him.

“Can I?”

It takes you a second to process the question as he presses his hand up, rubbing against you in the way he knows makes you weak. Here?, you think, Anyone could walk by...

Your breathy ‘yes’ is all the permission he needs. 

Valentine drops to his knees before you, gazing up at you with reverence and hunger. His hands slide up your thighs, pushing at your clothing and baring you to him. 

He wastes no time after that, hitching your thigh over his shoulder and diving in. He licks at you softly, growing bolder at your swallowed noises. It’s not long before Valentine’s fingers are probing against your entrance. You look back down at him--when had your eyes drifted closed?--and find him looking up at you, waiting for permission. You hand winds into his hair and he sighs as you nod.

“Good,” he growls against you as he presses a finger into you, and you can feel the rumble of it in your very core. “So good for me.” 

You gasp as he moves back in, licking a broad stripe up you as he inserts another finger and curling them just so as he thrusts. Your grip in his hair tightens in response, and his answering moan makes you want to melt. 

Another finger and more teasing swipes from that silver tongue finally pushes you over the edge, and you nearly have to bite down on your hand to keep from calling his name into the night air. He doesn’t pull away from you until you guide him away with a shaky tug at his hair.

The smug smirk he gives you as he stands up nearly makes you scowl--you’re going to need a few minutes before you can even consider getting to the car on your shaky legs--but then he’s kissing you again, and you can taste yourself on his lips. 

“I can’t wait to get you home,” he purrs as he pulls back, pupils blown as he looks you over.

“Oh?” 

“You don’t think I’m going to let you get away without hearing those pretty noises, do you, my love?”

An, oh, how could you refuse him something like that?

After all, it is his birthday.

#ignore me #generic writing tag #v day #Valentine Rivera #YES this is self indulgent and NO I don't care #he's my oc i can thirst after him and be cringe if I wANT #please note that sloane really wanted this as well and they enable me

[curly-bangtan]

Heatwave Anniversary Drabble: i miss u like ... a lot (M)

[Heatwave // Godless // Heatwave Drabbles] <- read first! but this drabble can be read alone

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Summary: One night until Taehyung is back from his boys’ trip but you miss him too much.

Genre: fluff, smut, kinda crack?, boyfriend/established relationship au

Warnings: unprotected sex (oc on contraception so don’t u do it), teasing over the phone, riding and grinding, just kinda vanilla i-missed-u-so-much sex, a particular selca

Word count: 5k

A/N: It was Heatwave’s one year anniversay on the 17th so I decided to write a quick(?) drabble for this. I fully intended on posting this on time, but wanted to change up some stuff so only managed to finish this now. Happy birthday to my first fic and forver my baby!

MOSTLY UNEDITED

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The absolute one thing you hate most about your boyfriend being away from you is your boyfriend being away from you.

You have never been the clingy needy type, that is more his role in this relationship, nor are you really one to show affection. In fact, you would hate for that false image to be perceived of you because all that sappy shit makes you want to throw up your dinner. But one thing you’ve learnt since Taehyung had gone away on a week-long boys’ trip down by the coast is how cold the house feels in his absence, despite being in the middle of a sizzling summer.

Everything is so eerily quiet without his random outbursts into song and fits of laughter. Having spent 3 years living together, you have gotten so used to his constant presence that you had even caught yourself several times calling out for him only to remember that he isn’t here. Waking up without his arm draped around your waist, slided up your top at some point during the night, impacts you more than you’d like to admit.

Are you glad that he’s having a great time with his friends by the beach, relaxing all day and drinking all night? Of course. Are you having a great time all by yourself over here in the absence of your boyfriend? Certainly not.

Though, of course, this isn’t something you would confess to out loud, especially to him. He doesn’t need to know how often the thought: ugh fuck, I miss Tete is crossing your mind, lest you want him to rub his smugness in your face.

It isn’t just that. Your relationship hasn’t been without its tests in the course of its years and things have only finally stabilised. It’s not that you don’t trust Taehyung to be with his ladish friends for seven days, shirtless dusk till dawn, intoxicated to the point where he calls you thinking that you’re the pizza delivery guy but…

A hammered Taehyung at a beach full of girls who are no doubt thirsting over him leaves a bad taste in your mouth. You trust him to be loyal to his core, but you don’t trust anyone else to keep their hands from copping a feel. No matter how you look at it, you would just so much rather he be at home with you right now.

You have endured this for six days. Six full days without Taehyung. Six full days with no sex, no tummy kisses, no clammy hand holding even though you’re only to get groceries. Just one more night and this torture will fucking be over, praise the lord. But you also don’t know how much more you can hold back that I miss you text because you’re combusting from the need to see him again.

It’s almost 4am. Your sleep schedule is fucked and it’s really his fault.

The bright screen of your phone offers the only luminescence at this hour. Your messages from him in the past week have not been shy of your daily dose of Taehyung - clips of the beach (always mischievously caption with something along the lines of “thinking of Mykonos ;D” where you went on your first holiday together), selfies that you dwell way too long staring at because you miss that face buried in your neck, drunk videos of the antics him and the boys get up to that you’ll definitely chastise him for when he comes back yet can’t help but laugh at. You find yourself scrolling through them every single night.

Your personal favourite: a pouty selfie he sent you after he dropped his ice cream, the picture you always go back to and the one you’re staring at right now. His hair is frizzy from the sea, lips jutted out childishly and cheeks puffy. Your chest constricts, fuck...

Just one more night, you remind yourself. And then he’s back and all yours again.

Then suddenly, the phone in your hand vibrates, short and abrupt. The bar slides down from the top of your screen reading New Message from Tete. Surprised, you scramble to open it, maybe a bit too desperately for you to be proud of.

04:11

Tete: bby

You blink at those three letters, lips pressed together because your heart is cinching.

Tete: ur prob aslep rn but

Tete: i missu

Tete: <334

The typos indicate that he is wasted, and you take a guess that he has just returned from their last night out of the holiday. The corners of your lips turn up knowing that he is thinking of you right now.

You: no im awake

Your fingers are itching to reply with i miss u too, and it takes all your willpower and stubbornness to stay true to your steadfast self. There is just something so unpleasantly moist about these kinds of texts, something that makes you cringe and gag when you read them. You refuse to be one of those people. A heart is all that you allow yourself to reply.

You: <3

You: r u drunk?

Tete: drunk in love

Tete: yes

A giggle escapes you at his god awful cheesiness - drunk, sober alike. Insufferable. But probably Taehyung’s most endearing quality.

You: did u have fun!!

Tete: yeah

Tete: but i miss u

Tete: more than i had fun

God, you feel like a teenager again, suddenly overcome with this gushing urge to roll over and scream into your pillow. You’re glad he’s merely texting this to you right now because if he had said this to you face to face, your skin would most definitely stain scarlet from neck to hairline, scalding to the touch. Even months into officially being his girlfriend, these curveballs of overwhelming affection throw you off guard.

Again, the compulsion to tell him you miss him too yanks at your heartstrings. You truly don’t understand why it’s so hard for you to say how you feel, let yourself be soft and vulnerable. You know it’s one of your flaws so it’s something that you’re working on, but you can’t say you’ve made much progress.

But just as you decide that maybe you should take the plunge, suck it up and just text him those three words, he sends you a picture.

Tete:

No, not just a picture. A selfie, of him in bed, shirtless under the covers. “Oh, fuck…”

Hand clasped over your mouth to prevent any sound from involuntarily escaping, it takes a moment for your breath to return to you and for you to stop gawking. At this hour… Really? Is he seriously doing this to you right now?

His sleepy eyes. His messy curls. And his fucking nose mole.

The undoing of your existence.

Tete: this boy misses u :]

You: bruh

You: bruhhhhhhh

You: taehyung

Tete: oui my lady :))

You: 👁👄👁

You: can u not do this to my heart

You: y did u send me this </333

You: what was the reason

Tete: coz i miss u

Tete: do u like it

Tete: :D

‘Do u like it’... Actually, you have tears in your eyes, albeit mostly due to staring at a screen for too long so late at night, but it’s certainly contributed by this selfie. You tell yourself you’re acting out because it’s been six days since you last saw him. Perhaps Taehyung Withdrawal Symptoms is the explanation behind why you want to print and frame this picture because that is definitely not a normal reaction to a picture. But this is a masterpiece.

You: taehyung my soul left my body

You: like i could weep

You: u look so soft and fluffy

You: :’(

Tete: lollll

Tete: simp

This boy has some nerve?! Simp! He called you a simp?! Laughing like a maniac, you can’t even pretend to be mad at him, not after this picture he sent anyway. So you guess you are a simp. This selfie is your kryptonite.

Tete: jkjkkkkk

You: hahahaha

You: y r u doing this to me

You: its 4am

You: u can’t send me this rn

You: i won’t be able to sleep

Tete: o yeah how come ur still up?

Tete: go to sleepppp

You: can’t sleep

Tete: aw no whyyy

Because you miss him that’s why.

You miss Kim Taehyung. You miss Tete. You miss your boyfriend, your best friend, your other half. You miss his touch, his smile, his wide eyes when he’s confused. You miss his morning snuggles and late night kisses. You miss the way he hugs you from behind as you prepare your meals. You miss the wandering hands that he can’t help when you’re out in public. You miss playing PUBG together until the sun comes out then both sleeping past noon. You miss taking baths together where bubbles would get into your mouth as your kisses get heated.

You just miss him.

It’s only been six days and you’re in this state. What has he done to you?

Fingers hovering over the keyboard, you let out a great sigh and deflate. No other reason offers itself for you to be awake at this hour; he knows you cherish sleep above anything. Teeth digging into your lip, you inhale long and hard, then exhale the gust of your cowardice. It’s not that deep, stupid. Fuck it.

You: coz

You: i miss u

You: like … a lot

You: 🙄

It’s final - you guess you’ve become a mushy wet sap. Truly it is embarrassing how big of a step this is for you; but the sense of pride and accomplishment feels oddly validating. Baby steps. The eye-rolling emoji right after is subconscious because you could only betray the core of your character that much. Forgo it and taehyung might not believe that it’s you.

Tete: omg

Tete: :D

Tete: rrly?

You: *blank kissy emoji*

Tete: wow

Tete: u actually don’t know how hard i’m smiling rn

You: simp

Tete: ofc that’s my middle name

Tete: i miss u a lot too

Tete: like a lotttttt

Tete: i’ll show u how much when i’m back

Ah… Of course, the Taehyung specialty - smothering you with his affection. You freeze at the thought of his wildfire kisses and head between your thighs. Nothing screams of how much you’ve missed each other more than a good dicking down, climax after climax until you’re both panting messes of sweat and entangled limbs. The anticipation makes you squirm under the sheets, legs pressing together.

You: pls do

You: i need u

It’s uncertain what spirit has possessed you at this ungodly hour for these words to come out of you. There’s an instant flash of ickiness, but you let the self-cringing simmer and dissipate into the realisation that this is okay, this is normal. Taehyung’s your boyfriend, couples text like this. You need to grow some.

Tete: fuck baby

Tete: i’m so not used to u texting like this, it's driving me crazy

You: crazy how *cat smirk*

If you weren’t smiling before, you’re definitely grinning like an idiot now. His reaction is predictable, yet oddly still, an incredible wave of satisfaction hits you. And because you want to savour this moment, maybe give him a taste of his own medicine, you send him a picture of yourself.

Camisole strap slid off your shoulder, hair splayed out, bottom lip deep red from biting down on it too much. Just to return the favour.

Tete: y/n

Tete: call me now

-Incoming call from Tete-

Laughing to yourself, you wait a good few seconds before picking up to prolong his torture. “Yes, Taehyung?” You put your thumb between your teeth to suppress the laughter.

“Fuck.” Against the silence of the night, the low rasp of his voice permeating into you from the speaker of your phone sends tingles up your toes. You’ve fucking missed his voice more than you thought. “Y/N… You can’t do this to me.”

“I told you, I miss you. Like… a lot.” The saccharine tone in your reply is foreign to your own ears, but you like the sound of it and the deep rumble it elicits from your boyfriend.

“How much?” Taehyung eggs you on. His words are barely slurred, so you gather that he has sobered up at least for the most part by now. Yet there is still a slowness to it that suggests

“Hmm, like… I touched myself every night at the thought of you a lot.”

A sharp inhale. Then silence. But you know better so you give him a moment to gather himself.

“You shouldn’t be putting that image in my head.” Exasperation is evident in his voice, desperate and yearning. You can imagine him now, one hand on his phone, the other sliding over his pants that are getting a bit too tight for comfort. Your breath hitches.

“Then you shouldn’t have sent me that picture, Taehyung…”

“You said it was soft and fluffy. What you sent me back was not soft and fluffy.”

“Just because it’s soft doesn’t mean it doesn’t turn me on. You do things to me… okay?” Heat trapped beneath the skin of your cheeks, your grip on the phone against your ear slackening as your thighs rub together.

“Fuck, I’m getting hard, baby…” Nothing gets him going more than the knowledge that he turns you on, it’s his weakness but somewhat his strength.

“That’s… unfortunate. Are you going to do something about it?”

His gulp is audible even over the phone. “Uh…” A sigh. “Um. Maybe. Thoughts are being thought.”

“What kind of thoughts? Thoughts about me touching myself and moaning your name? Thoughts about how much I wish my fingers were your cock thrusting so deep into me that I feel it in my guts? Or are you thinking about what you’ll do to me when you’re back tomorrow? Fucking my mouth until I’m crying or filling me up with your cum first?” Your hips buckle at the filth leaving your mouth. This is more like you; you haven’t abandoned your nature after all.

“Oh, fuckkkk.” His moan resonates into your skull, not quite as if he’s here with you but good enough to fill your desire. “Y/N… I need you so badly.” Breath ragged, you hear movement of his sheets in the background as he adjusts into a more comfortable position.

“Are you stroking your cock right now?” A warm slick oozes out of your own entrance. There’s something about Taehyung masturbating to you that elevates you to a different kind of high.

“What do you think, baby?” As you listen closely, you hear the slow rhythm of his pumping, and your fingers ache to pleasure yourself. ‘The things I’ll fucking do to you when I’m back.”

“Mmm, but it’s late, Taehyung, why don’t we go to sleep.”

“Wait, what?” The stroking stops instantly and surprise in his voice releases a smug satisfaction into your veins. The equivalent of pouring a bucket of ice water over his head right now. Teasing is an old undying habit, what can you say? “You wanna end the call now?”

“Yeah, we should sleep, babe.” Grin unsuppressed, you turn over onto your side, probably a bit too pleased with yourself at your success. Taehyung is an easy victim always.

“What the fuckkk?” Your boyfriend groans. “You’re seriously going to tease me this hard then leave me high and dry?” When you offer no more response than a sly chuckle, he add, “You’re so evil.”

“Save it for tomorrow, Taehyung. Think about it, we’re one sleep away from seeing each other again.”

“Fuck, I know. But you just got me so fucking horny, bruhhh. I thought we were gonna have phone sex.” You are still laughing at his whining, basking in the victory you’re holding over him.

“Taehyung, save it for the real sex.” The idea of phone sex crossed your mind several times to be honest, but you really want to collect every single drop of desire and longing and unleash it tomorrow. Raw and pent up. Nothing to dampen the fire.

A sigh of defeat down the line. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know?” You know. “How am I supposed to sleep now though? I’m so rock hard that it hurts.”

“You can figure that out yourself, big guy.” Your cheeks ache from smiling for too long; they often do during calls with him. “One sleep away, okay?”

“Ugh, fine, you demon. I can’t believe you sometimes.” He lets out another sigh. Your heart skips at the anticipation of how he will punish you for this. “Good night, I miss you.”

“Good night, I miss you more.” There’s a sudden change of tone with these words. Because you truly mean it. Sex and physical intimacy aside, you really just missed his voice, his banter.

You fall asleep almost immediately.

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You don’t think you’ve heard a sweeter sound than the keys rattling at the door the next day. Practically leaping off the couch where you had been awaiting him in your Taeyhyung-less boredom, you run to the door.

As it swings open, heat courses to your chest when your eyes land on his, so full of comfort. Your boyfriend is home. Handsome as ever, much more tanned than your memory of him and much more attractive. White t-shirt and loose black shorts, a mundane outfit that only he could make look exceptional.

And as much as you want to sprint up and throw yourself onto him, your feet stay planted on the floor.

“Hey.” You barely breathe out.

Stay calm and composed, you tell yourself. It was only one week without him, it’s not like he’s returning from war.

But Taehyung doesn’t even reply, because in two long strides he is standing before you, bags tossed to the side, a sign of their insignificance in the presence of you. His arms find their home circled around you, face buried in your hair before you can utter another word. You don’t hesitate to return his embrace, holding his waist as you let yourself fall into his chest. He smells like what summer should, the ocean, sweat and young love; his familiar musk greeting you as if he never left.

Your lips meet his, strong and full of intent. He’s so unexpectedly soft when he kisses back, a timeless romantic dance like he is saviour your taste on his tongue.

With your weight leaning on him, he slowly topples back, stepping hastily until your bodies land on the couch. You fit your legs on either side of him as you burrow your nose in his neck and breathe him in, memorise him. In nothing but a large shirt, your bare thighs are exposed for his roaming.

When you pull away and face each other, you are struck by his beauty. His skin is sun-kissed and glowing, hair an effortlessly beautiful mess, the slightest hint of a stubble peeking through below his nose. Your heart belongs to him forever, you know it without a doubt.

“You smell so good. I missed you so much, baby.” And his voice… That deep baritone honey that you have taken for granted all this time - music to your ears.

“Imissedyoutoo…” You mumble, shy under his undivided attention and mercilessly unbroken eye contact.

With your chests pressed together, his chuckle rumbles into you. “What was that?”

“I missed you too… I guess.” Face flaming, you can’t bring yourself to meet his eye at your admittance, fingers twirling around his curls to preoccupy yourself.

But he cups your chin and turns your face to him, forehead pressing up to yours until your noses are touching, breaths mixing. “That’s not what you said last night.” Taehyung smirks, hands sliding down to your waist, the material of your shirt bunching up in his hands. “Do I need to remind you?”

“No…” You find yourself unable to keep your eyes open, your core pulsing mercilessly as you grind onto him. “How are you already hard, Taehyung…” And though you mean to scold him, it comes out breathless.

Lips hovering, he traces the edge of your jaw, tingling the sensitive little hairs on its way to your ear. When he reaches the shell of your ear, warm breath infiltrating so relentlessly into you, you almost lose yourself right there on his lap. “Don’t you know how much I love you?” He whispers.

“Show me.” Is all you make out.

His hands are already beneath your shirt before you even notice, palms kneading into your breasts as he takes your nipples between his two fingers and rolls. As he kisses you again, the same tenderness exchanges between your lips. It’s a different kind of desperation to be so slow and gentle, one that means so much more than sex, one that’s telling of how much you truly missed each other. Your hips roll with a mind of their own over him. One hand of his comes down to your ass, guiding the waves of your rocking. And each time his stiff clothed member digs into your clit, you whimper into his mouth.

Carefully, Taehyung rolls you over onto your back, sucking your bottom lip to keep the seal from breaking. He pulls away when he’s on top of you, and a string of glistening saliva bridges between your mouths. “Foreplay or no? Tell me what you want?” Compliant as ever.

“I need you to fill me up right now. Anything else can wait.” You watch the devotion ignite in his eyes. His fingers are in a hurry as they pull your panties off, knees spreading your legs open as he kneels between your gaping entrance. He tugs his shirt off from the collar, such smoothness in his action that your insides coil up. His newly-bronzed rich skin revealed, you can’t help but reach up and run your hands down from chest to navel, revelling in his blemishless ridges.

A low sound reverberates from the back of Taehyung’s throat as your touch travels down to unbutton his shorts. They fall loose. His hard throbbing members springs free, a glistening bead oozing from his slit. “You didn’t wear boxers?”

When you glance up, you notice his sheepish grin. He presses his mouth onto yours, still smiling, guiding you back onto your back. “I just couldn’t wait.” Taehyung whispers. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, especially since last night… Ah, fuck.” Another deep groan erupts from him as you reach down and slather that bead of precum all over his tip. His head falls onto your neck, writhing under your merciless stroking.

His tip brushing against your clit, your toes curls at the teasing of your weakness, hips jolting up involuntarily and perhaps a bit too violently. You’re so embarrassingly sensitive after this many days without Taehyung, and he notices from your breathless reaction. Smirking, he takes his shaft in his hand and runs his stiff head over your clit mercilessly. And as you roll your head back helplessly, he nibbles onto your exposed neck, faint stubble grazing your skin.

“Quit the teasing…” You whine, unable to withstand the build up of twisting pressure begging to be fulfilled between your legs. “Just put-”

Taehyung pushes himself into you so abruptly that you yelp. And there it is, that mind-melting stretch of your walls that you’ve so much missed. “Fuck, Taehyung…” Your entire core feels ablaze, so numbing that your nails dig into the leather of the couch before they find grip on his arms.

“Like that, baby?” His voice his strained, as if he’s struggling not to lose his mind as well.

Nodding because you can’t make out a word as he slowly pulls out, you grab his face and pull him up to meet your lips. You whimper into him mouth when he rams into you again, hitting your walls in full force, no mercy. His kiss doesn’t lose its sincerity despite the juxtaposition of his vigorous thrusts, though you can’t say that he is quite as gentle with as before. You pinch his bottom lip between your teeth, sucking on it as your fingers get lost in his hair.

After seven days of deprevation of his cock, your cunt is leaking with the fluid of your arousal, aiding in the ease of each plunge. You feel the stiffness of his ridges pulling you open as he slides in and out of you. “Fuck…” He pants, mouth hovering over yours.

“Let me get on top.” Taehyung’s eyes flash at your suggestion, instantly rolling onto his back. He slips out during the switch of position and the wetness of your cunt is assailed by a sudden rush of cool air.

You swing your leg over and mount him, watching him watch you pump his dick, your own liquid slathered over him sticky in your hand. Letting his member fall against his abdomen, you grind over him between your folds, hands splayed out over his chest. The friction created each time your clit would slide over the thin pinch of skin where his tip unfolded into his shaft has Taehyung a groaning mess.

He looks remarkable under you.

You push his sweat-dampened curls out of his forehead, eyes half closed in euphoria, half watching you roll your cunt so lewdly over his length. You know you could make him cum like this if you continue. But you want him to cum inside you first, you want to feel that thick hot spurt of his desire shoot again and again into you until his cock is twitching.

So slowly, lubricated by your wetness, you sink inch by inch down until the skin of your ass meets his thighs. This angle fuck with your mind; you think you feel him at your cervix. Then your hips start to do what they know best, pounding over him with a rhythm that you’re proud of.

Taehyung grabs hold of your waist, your breasts, fury in his eyes as he watches you ride him with such determination. “I love you so much.” He heaves between heavy breaths.

“I love you, I missed you more than you could imagine.” You huff, thumb running over his red swollen lips.

“I love when you admit it.” He sits up and takes the swell of your breast in his mouth, making his way to your nipples where his tongue relentlessly flickers over.

Your thighs are starting to burn, core aching because his cock is thrusting up into you so deep that you feel it in your guts. The signs are appearing - your vision is going hazy, walls squeezing tightly around him, tangle upon tangles knoting in your stomach. His are too - his head is slumped against your chest, arms crossed behind your back as he holds you close to him, whole body starting to tense as he begins to curse.

Pace quickening, you don’t let the tire of your muscles stop you from your chase. The slap of your skins ringing in your ears, you keep riding, cunt swallowing his cock whole each bounce. Taehyung breaks first. “Fuck!” He calls out into your neck. His cum squirts into you, pulse after pulse, your boyfriend’s hips jolting each thrust.

“I’m so close, babe, keep going for me.” You plead, knowing how sensitive he is right after his climax. He nods wordlessly, face still buried in you hair. The lubrication of his cum abolishes any resistance, letting you slide over him easier than sitting down. And not five thrusts later, your own coil snaps. You through your head back at the wave of pleasure that drowns you, your entire core on fire as your moans echo through the room. It takes maybe twenty seconds for your walls to stop throbbing and for the orgasm to slowly die down.

Taehyung is already growing limp inside you after his orgasm. “Thank you.” You whisper against his forehead while you dismount. His cum flows out of your slit and down the insides of your thighs, but he refuses to let go of you.

When he looks up, you are struck by an overwhelming sensationf of adoration. His long dark curls fall slightly over his eyes, in disarray but just the way you like it. His eyes are so full of genuine love and gratitude of having you that you can’t help but capture him with your lips. “No, thank you.” He mumbles against you, falling back onto the couch with you in his embrace.

After a long kiss of after-sex affection, you pull away before it leads to a second round. “I want you to know that I really missed you a lot. I can’t even call you a big baby anymore because I stared at all the pictures you sent me every night till the sun came out.”

Taehyung’s boyish smile melts your heart. You’ve missed him way too much. His smile, his goofy comments, his tender kisses. “My heart… is squeezing…” If his smile doesn’t tell how smitten he is, his eyes definitely do. “I missed you so much too. All the boys made fun of me for being such a wettie ‘coz I couldn’t shut up about you.” The thought is so endearing that you can’t help but hide your face.

“So how was your trip? Plenty of hot girls drooling after you?” Trick question of course, you know that for a fact already.

“Haha, it was good, fun. Bet you couldn’t sleep ‘coz you were trembling from jealousy.” Scoffing you land a smack on his chest. “But nah, no hot girls. Nowadays there’s only one hot girl in my eyes.”

Your own lips spread like a cheshire cat. “Shut up, cutie.”

“Rachel McAdams.”

“Let go of me. Don’t even touch me.”

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A/N: Moral of the story, never sit on their couch if you’re a guest at the Heatwave house.

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24/08/20

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[heartbreak-sisters]

Who do you ship your ocs with?

oh boy get ready for a list because there's a lot

we'll divide this between parts because again i have Many OCs To Talk About (tm). beware this is gonna be LONG.

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for Part 1 i only have Arte who i ship with Dio. i know, what a shocker but i'm a slut for some bratty vampires hate fucking at 3am

for Part 2 the only one i have a ship with is Kitty and i ship her with Caesar, why is Joseph the only one who gets a cute maid wife, even if Caesar does die let him experience the joy of maid gf at least once 😔✊. Kaiya i don't exactly have a ship for because i just can't see her in a relationship during battle tendency, she's a woman with two kids, one who's missing and her whole point of BEING in italy is on the off chance she found her infant daughter there, she's not exactly in a position to be dating anyone during that time. Cambera is another i don't have a ship for, maybe with Arte herself because honestly who doesn't love gals being gals :) but something i like mulling over outside of the story ideas I have is Cambera and Kars because i'm a predictable slut for pretty men

for Part 3 of course i have Suzume and Kozakura, Suzume is sorta my flagship oc and i ship her with Jotaro. not a big surprise there but Jotaro and Suzume's relationship is sort of rocky, they're classmates who sort of annoy each other and end up becoming closer due to being forced to work on a school project together. after stumbling upon Jotaro's mom when she tried to visit the Kujos to work on the project with Jotaro she exposes herself as a Stand User while using her stand's ability to calm down Holly. After that she sticks around with the Crusaders whether Jotaro wanted her around or not and the two grow gradually closer over the course of the trip, after the fight with DIO and their return to Japan the two are unsure of what they are and before they could have a chance to figure it out, Suzume's parents freak out about what happened and they move away to Morioh, never to see each other again. (until DIU that is ;) ). Kozakura on the other hand I ship with Kakyoin because i'm dumbass and i think he deserves a cherry themed GF. Hanako of course is a married woman so she doesn't have anything but Mariko i have this joke ship with my bf where Polnareff keeps pining after her until he realizes she's like a 50 yr old woman and the only reason she looks so young is because of hamon.

for Part 4 Joshiko and Tsukiko i currently don't have a ship with (messing around with the idea of Tsukiko x Okuyasu but idk) but Kiyomi i'm also debating on whether to ship her with Josuke or Okuyasu depending on how Suzume and Jotaro go. or i can give Okuyasu two girlfriends.

for Part 5 i ship Etsuko with Bruno because honestly i love bruno so much 🥺. Ciambella however i ship with Abbacchio because i also love him sm. again a lot of these is just my ooga booga brain loving hot anime boys so idk how i'm gonna justify these but I Will(tm)

don't got another for part 6 yet but i have an oc who i'm cooking up an idea of shipping with either ermes or weather report.

for Part 7 i have Murasaki and Stray A, Murasaki i like the idea of her and Gyro but tbh idk how i would make that work. Stray A i ship with Diego because my Brando thirst is insatiable.

lastly for Part 8 i have Sugako and Daoko, both of which i actually don't have ships for, they're just a couple JJL ocs i have and i didn't really go in with ship ideas. Sugako and Gappy would be interesting but my lack of knowledge for JJL is the main reason i don't have anything for them lmao, i know i'm kinda cringe and a fraud but i just like making ocs and hyper-imposing myself onto them.

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#anonny #jjba oc #jojo oc #swindle answers shit #swindle writes shit #starhearts #sorry if this is long and also cringy but also :') i have a hard time pacing myself

[fireyalex]

B5 with oc's?

Prompt: Hiding an injury.

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Don’t Ask Questions

Characters: Blair Mirren, Bartender, Sienna. (OC content)

Warnings: Violence, threats, fighting, running, bleeding, wounded, mentions of stitches 

    It’s been four years since Blair Mirren has been brought back home, when times were the roughest they’ve been in centuries. Wars were breaking out all over the planet, and her kingdom’s peace treaty with the other kingdoms had become void. It certainly wasn’t what Blair had expected, to go from living peacefully on her own in the woods to finding out she’s the princess, soon to be queen, of a now widely hated kingdom. A kingdom that turned into a war zone.

    Blair’s memories had slowly started to come back now that there were things here to remind her of her past, her childhood.  Before she was sent away, Puonia had been a peaceful place, one that was allies with every other kingdom, loved by everyone. What could have possibly happened in the years she was gone? She desperately wanted to know, but every time the question was brought up, everyone deliberately changed the topic or straight up ignored her. Eventually, she decided that enough was enough and went into town to ask some of her citizens.

    Despite the warnings from everyone, Blair had snuck out of her castle when it was dark out, making sure she wasn’t being followed. She decided to grab her bow and arrows, hidden underneath her jacket, just in case something were to happen while out, though she had plenty of faith in her people. So what if her parents were hated, as well as herself, by practically every person on the planet? Her people at least would still respect her, right?

    Blair gripped her ruby necklace as she held onto her blue jacket with her other hand, giving herself support as she slipped into the darkness. It wasn’t often she went out into town, let alone in the dark. God, her parents were going to kill her if they found out she snuck out, she could only hope to be back before anyone noticed she was away.

    After what felt like hours, she finally found a small building with lights still on. She immediately pulled her jacket’s hood over her head, trying to hide all evidence that she was the princess rather than just a citizen out late at night. She walked up to the building, noting the sign that read Serpent’s Pub.

    Taking a deep breath, Blair pushed the door open and slipped inside. Almost instantly, she noticed how any sound that may have existed has now stopped. It was eerily quiet as she looked around, seeing everyone’s eyes land on her. 

    She watched as the bartender got out from around the counter and stalked up towards her, hand hidden inside his jacket. She took a step forward to greet him, only to be shoved against the door, his hand coming out to reveal a dagger held up against her throat. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him.

    “You better have a good reason for coming in here,” the man drew out, an edge to his voice. “We don’t take too kindly to strangers. ‘Specially timid ones such as yourself, Missy.”

    The man glared her down as she visibly gulped, trying to collect herself before she spoke.

    “I-” She feigned a cough, realizing her accent that would surely give her away. After another moment, she spoke up again, making sure to disguise her voice.

    “I was hoping I could collect some information. This was the only place I had seen that was open,” there was a slight tremor in her voice that she would only hope the man hadn’t noticed. “And for the record, I am not timid, as you so put it. Just because I am small doesn’t mean I can not fight back.” There was a hint of anger in those words as she glared, hoping the man would let her go.

    He didn’t, and only pushed the dagger further against her throat. By then, all the other patrons started to gather around and watch this go down. 

    “Oh yeah? Well you best watch your mouth, little girl, or I’ll show you that you can’t fight back against me and these folk behind me,” he laughed and instantly, everyone around him began to laugh as well. 

    After the laughter died down, he released the hand with the dagger, but still held her firmly against the door.

    “You best not be asking for something that’s none of y’er business, lil’ red. Now talk.”

    She nodded quickly and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she attempted to collect herself before speaking.

    “I only wished to ask… What has happened to this kingdom? Was it not once… You know, safe, before? And peaceful?” She felt her fake accent slip near the end, and cringed internally as she hoped she wasn’t recognized.

    Unfortunately, her hopes weren’t exactly granted. The bartender glared his eyes at her, his lips stretching out into a snarl.

    “You came out here to ask that? Well girly, unless you’ve been livin’ under a damn rock, you should already know the answer to that.”

    Blair visibly paled at that. Of course, she should’ve realized that it was a known answer. She gulped once more, trying to force some confidence into her voice.

    “I have not. Exactly been here to know of what has happened. I had a… Vacation, out on Earth, for a while.”

    The room went dead silent. The patrons behind the bartender were staring at each other, and the man’s grip on Blair tightened.

    “Y’er the fuckin’ princess, aren’t you?” He spat out through clenched teeth. “The only person to have gone off-planet for so long, and you end up here.”

    “I-”

    “You know what this means, lads?” He looked behind himself, deliberately cutting her off, as he grinned slow and cruel. “We’ve got ourselves a princess. No more cheap drinks from now on!” 

    Instantly, the patrons cheered as he turned back to Blair, “Now. You’re gonna give us a fortune, missy, or we’ll send ya home with a clear cut message.”

    There was something in his voice that made Blair’s blood turn cold. She had dealt with her fair share of brutes, sure, but no one had compared to him in her experience. No matter what she said, she was screwed. Both by these guys, and by her parents. She shouldn’t even be out here in the first place, she just got too curious for her own good. God, she wanted to cry, but she knew it would only hinder herself, so she stayed as strong as she could.

    “I am afraid that I do not have any money with me,” she replied with only a slight shake to her voice, “however if you let me go, I can go get as much money as you need?”

    Blair flinched as a fist was slammed into the space right next to her head, creating a hole in the wall. 

    “I’ve dealt with my fair share of princesses, red. We ain’t letting you go without money, or sending your mommy and daddy a clear message.”

    Blair looked down at the dagger clenched in the other’s hand, taking a deep breath before kicking him as hard as she could, her hands grasping his wrist with the dagger. The bartender stumbled back in surprise before he looked up, glaring at Blair with a thirst for blood.

    “You’re gonna pay for that, red!”

    He pulled his hand out of Blair’s grasp and swung, just barely missing as she jumped back. 

    Shit. She scrambled to get the door open while avoiding his throws, running out the second it gave way. She didn’t bother looking back as she ran for the castle, trying to lose the bartender and other patrons.

    Next thing she knew, there was a sharp pain in her side, and she could feel the blood spilling onto her hands. Her eyes went wide, but she kept running, despite the agonizing pain running up her spine. 

    Blair turned a corner and without thinking, she rushed into the first door she found, leaning against the door as she breathed hard. She slid down the wooden door, clutching her side, as the tears rolled out. Everything hurt, and she was so afraid. If she were back on Earth, she would have sworn they were the ones who killed her entire village all those years ago.

    Lights turned on as she sobbed, and she didn’t hear the footsteps approaching her until she felt a hand rest on her shoulder. She tried to back away, but the pain quickly stopped her from doing so.

    “I apologize I needed to hide and I could not keep running, I-”

    The woman kneeling in front of her quickly shushed her, a kind expression on her face. 

    “It’s alright, dear. You’re clearly hurt, let me help you. Are you alright hun?”

    Blair quickly shook her head, red hair falling into her face. “N-no.”

    The woman hummed and got up, “I will be right back to get some supplies. Will you be alright here?” Once Blair nodded, she left the room.

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    A couple of hours later, Blair stumbled out of the kind woman’s home now that she was stitched up. The sun had begun to rise, and she only hoped she would get home before her parents woke up.

    Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

    She walked into the castle and immediately encountered her lady-in-waiting, who had been pacing around the entrance. Instantly, Sienna grabbed her shoulders.

    “Oh my gosh, Blair! Where were you? I was worried sick!”

    Blair looked at her and stood as straight as she could, a crooked smile on her face. “I just needed some fresh air, Si. I just was taking a walk. I apologize for worrying you.”

    Blair gently shook Sienna’s hands off, and started walking off to her room. Before she could get far though, the other gently grabbed hold of Blair’s wrist. 

    “Forgive me, princess, but you’re… much paler than usual. Are you alright?”

    Blair looked back and smiled, “I am quite alright. I am positive that it is nothing sleep can not fix. Even if a few short hours.”

    Sienna hesitantly nodded and let Blair go, but watching carefully as she walked back. Suddenly, Blair collapsed in the hall, trying to grab the wall to keep herself upright. Her lady instantly ran to her side, eyes wide. It was then that she noticed the blood stains on her jacket.

    “Princess! You’re injured! Let me help you to the doctor.” Sienna grabbed her arm to put around her shoulders, but Blair pulled back. 

    “I promise I am alright, I just. Need to lie down. Please, I am fine. Simply tired.” Her voice was quavering as she spoke, convincing no one but praying Sienna wouldn’t push further. “Just help me to my room before I pass out, please.”

    “Your highness, I apologize but I must at least inform someone of your status. You are in no condition to go without seeing the doctor, please let me get you help.”

    The princess was quick to shake her head, pleading in her eyes. “Please, Sienna. I am-” she winced at the sudden pain shooting up her side once more, “quite alright. Please, trust me.” I don’t want anyone to find out.

    Sienna froze, before very slowly nodding. “I can’t say I fully approve, but… alright. However if you later require help, please let me get you a doctor. I don’t wish to see you injured.”

    Blair nodded, but didn’t say anything else. She let Sienna help her up and help her move to her room, and help her to change into clean clothes and lie down. Thankfully, the other would just inform Blair’s parents that she simply fell ill and required some extra rest. 

    At least she doesn’t know what happened, and no one else knows I got injured. Thank heavens.

#Writing Alex #Writing Prompt #bad things happen bingo #OCs #original content #Blair Mirren #tw blood #tw violence #running #violence #fight #bloodshed #this is just barely under 2k god damn #I usually struggle hitting 1k so you can tell I enjoyed this jkfg #anyway I apologize if this feels rushed or anything #but also this is the first time I've actually written anything for her in years

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Thirsty Tweets

Hello! Happy Monday! I had a job that it turns out I can’t take because the hours are piss poor and unreasonable. But I hit 190 followers so sweet! I’m also a tad feverish so forgive the rambles. Below you’ll find the first of six requests I’ve taken off of the lovely @loki-the-fox. It says reader but so sorry- I typically write for OC’s and when it comes to RPF I refuse to write reader inserts- it’s my line. Sorry! 

Masterlist

Request by Anon on 11/15/18 Hello! I had this sorta funny idea that I wanted to request? But basically Tom and the reader are both on the set for “reading thirst tweets” and while they both read them out loud they get shocked, flustered and possessive over each other as each one goes. The reader even agrees with some of them. I was either thinking that they could do a joint interview, like Kevin Hart and his wife, or they could watch each other read em out loud behind the camera ??? idk, I just thought how funny it would be to see Tom react to all the thirsty tweets he gets. If you can’t incorporate everything though, that’s completely okay!!

Thirsty Tweets

“Monica,Tom! Set in ten!” A crew member yelled after popping her head into the room I was currently pacing. Interviews and such were always hard for me. I had never really thought I would get to a place where I’d be doing interviews on live telly. I’d never thought I’d get this far at all to be honest, yet here I am.

“Your hands are shaking.”

Tom came out of nowhere or so it seemed. His footsteps always seemed soft and it never made any sense to me. The way he moved and walked showed his confidence. His steps would echo on solid floors but in here, the carpet silenced his movements letting him sneak up on me. I hated it. I hated how he would catch me off guard.

“I’m fine.”

I hated him. Or at least, I wanted to. He was tall and lean and beautiful. His kindness was remarkable. I could swear his voice, accent and all could melt butter fresh out of the fridge. And I had to spend the last year working with him. It wasn’t fair.

Before I would have sworn men like him were imaginary. Nope, turns out that’s not the case. They just are never interested in girls like me. That’s why I got the role of ‘Mary’. I was plain compared to the actresses he was used to working with but could clean up pretty. That was just what they needed.

Now I know the sad truth, men like him exist. I want one and can’t have one. Well, that’s not true, I had one. Well almost. I got to make friends with one while he pretended not to be one.

I know it’s a part of the job but after some of the scenes we’ve filmed together it’s hard not to get flustered around the man. He’s just so perfect and then knowing first hand what it feels like to have him almost naked and rutting against me- it’s just too much. I know what the man’s ass feels like for god’s sake. You grab that ass while hearing him moan in your ear and not feel anything. I’m an actress yes but I’m not immune to him.

I didn’t think it would be a problem. Don’t catch feelings for your coworkers. It seems like an easy enough rule and he played a bit of an asshole in his part. It should have been easy.

If it was so easy why was having him even in the same room as me making me turn into a freaking mess. It was honestly annoying. It wasn’t like me to be a flustered mess because of a man.

Filming is one thing. It’s my thing. It’s what I do. I always felt in my element. Getting on that stage where I’m just me was different. And being just me next to Him? Oh no, that’s a whole different ballgame and I suck at ball.

“You two are up.” The same woman popped her head in again and waved us on. Yay!

“It will be okay.” The sound of his voice drew my eyes to him and I hated it how the sound of it relaxed me. “I’ll take care of you.” He promised me and my mind went right to the gutter.

Rather than say the not so professional thought that ran through my head I just nodded mutely and went to follow him out. Tom however wouldn’t have that and instead he took my hand and tucked it around his arm. This man, I can’t even begin to deal with him. If only he wasn’t so nice. That would make it easier.

“Welcome! I’m so glad to have you both!” Neil stood from behind his desk on the bright stage as they stepped on. “I’ve got Tom Hiddleston and Monica Martin from the new film ‘Before Dawn’ here with me today. Gosh, it’s so good to have you both here.”

Neil shook Tom’s hand and pulled him into a quick hug, clapping him on the back before turning his attention to me with a whistle. I always hated how I felt like a piece of meat on these type of shows.

“You look amazing, Monica. Doesn’t she look great, Tom?”

“Thank you.” I hated how my face felt warm as Tom took a moment to eye me as if he hadn’t seen me pacing around the room for the last 20 minutes or so. He was such a good actor that he could almost convince me that he was impressed with the little blue dress I wore when he agreed.

After being pulled into a hug I took my place on the couch next to Tom. Heat radiated off of him and I tried to ignore it. I really did. It was just as hard to try and ignore how good he smelled. But I had to try. I had to somehow survive this interview and the rest of the press tour.

“Now, Monica- You’ve made a bit of a splash with your role as Mary. This is your first major break, isn’t that right?”

I nodded but Tom answered before I could find my voice. “She’s amazing in it.”

“Thank you.” Don’t blush. Don’t blush. I’m blushing.

“Now you’ve both been working very close during filming. What’s it like working with someone as well known as Tom?” There was no way to avoid answering that question myself. When the weight of Tom’s hand settled on my knee I took a deep breath to try and steady my voice. He gave what I’m sure he thought was a reassuring squeeze. All it did was send butterflies into a frenzy inside my stomach.

“Tom’s been amazing to work with.” I freaking gush and it’s hard not to cringe at how fan girl I sound. “He’s been so kind and patient with me.”

“Such glowing praise.” Neil opened two envelops of and pulled out stacks of cards as Tom laughed and fidgeted in his seat. Even when he is fidgeting he looks good and I hate him for it. Or at least, I want to.

“We’re going to play a game.” Neil announces to us and frankly I hate games.

“A game?” I parrot back dumbly and instantly wish I could just keep my mouth closed. Games on shows like this were never a good thing.

“I’m going to give you a stack of cards with tweets on them about Tom.” Neil reached out with a stack of cards over his desk and reluctantly I take them.

“Oh gosh.” As I take the cards I can’t help but laugh. I don’t want to play this game.

“After he’s going to read some about you.” Tom snags his envelop with his stack of cards still inside.

“This will be fun.” He says as he laughs and it’s not fair that his laugh sounds that good.

“Go on, let’s get started!” Neil sits back in his office chair behind his desk to enjoy the show.

“They could make a movie of Tom Hiddleston just drinking tea and I’d fucking watch it.” I couldn’t help but laugh after I finished reading the tweet. “You wouldn’t be alone.” I admit.

“Would you watch it?” Tom nudged my shoulder with his as he laughed.

“I’ve seen you drink plenty of tea already, thank you.” He pouted and I laughed harder at him because what else can you do? “Okay next one. ‘Tom Hiddleston could run me over on his run and I’d suck his dick.’ Well that escalated.” I laugh and look to Tom. “Please never run me over during your morning runs?”

“I promise not to!” We both seemed to be working hard to ignore the fact that I just had to say ‘I’d suck his dick’. I mean- that’s what the tweet said but still. There was a blush on his face and I’m sure I looked no better.

“Oh god.” I laugh before reading the next one. “Tom could not shower for six months and I’d still let him fuck me.”

“What?” He couldn’t stop laughing. “I’m worried about this person. Value yourself. Know your worth. Insist on regular showering.”

“I’d not let you near me if you haven’t showered in even a few days. I know how you sweat after your runs.”

“They are just getting worse and worse.” Tom was fidgeting more and more. He took his glasses off and cleaned them at least three times since we have started and in general he was simply not sitting still.

“Tom could-” my laughter cut off the words. “Tom could bend me over and.. I can’t read this. I- Nope.” I tapped out as Tom snagged the last paper from me.

“Oh dear.” He said sternly. “I think I’d like to try this.”

I could have died when he winked at me and slipped the paper into his pocket. What the hell did that even mean!? Who did he want to try that with? Why did I care? Oh right, because he’s fucking beautiful and sweet and sexy and the idea of him doing what was written on that paper was so out of left field.

I mean really, Handcuffs? Bent over a counter? Mirrors? That’s not exactly light weight naughty in my book and while it totally would fit the character he played in ‘Before Dawn’ I didn’t expect that out of him. And why for the love of god and all that is holy did he wink at me?! Why the hell did I feel like I was on fire? Am I on fire?

“You still with us Monica?” Neil’s voice cut through my thoughts and oh fuck, I zoned out thinking about Tom and handcuffs. It’s a good thing I’m not a man because there would be some damning evidence on cable TV of where my thoughts went.

“Yeah sorry!” This could be easily brushed off, right?

“Where did you go?” Tom asked and I wanted to kill him, I really did.

“Oh, just you know.” Great. Classy. Good job Monica. Way to go. Could I make it any more obvious? Someone stop me.

“Well you’re done for now. I’ll let you off the hook. See, that wasn’t such a bad game!” Neil laughs as he motions to Tom. “Tom’s turn to start reading.”

“Oh god.” The groan comes out before I could stop it as he pulls out the cards.

“Monica’s got that girl next door you’d like to bone thing going on.” Tom reads before laughing. “None of the girls next door looked half as good as she does. Where did this fellow grow up? I should have lived there.”

I try not to blush. It’s just an act and it’s what’s expected of him. Still, it’s hard not to have butterflies when someone like him agrees with something like that.

“Whatever.” The word is mumbled and I did mean to say it.

“Whatever?” There is a hint of challenge in Tom’s voice. “I’m serious.”

I try and deflect with fidgeting and laughing. It works for him, it could work for me, right? Yeah, no. I’m pretty sure I’m not selling the fidget look like he does. He had to plan his fidgeting. That’s the only way it could come off so well for him. That made sense, right?

“Next up! We’ll do a few more then switch again. They get better and better.” Neil urged and I was worried.

“Okay, okay.” Tom relented and I could feel the seat of the couch shift as he moved to try and get comfortable. “’I’d like to put Monica up on that counter and eat her like a sweet potato pie.’ Wow.” It was weird seeing Tom as a loss for words. His cheeks burned and the blush looked good on him.

“That’s… I’m never going to eat sweet potato pie again.” I force out as I tried to act like I was okay with strangers saying that to me. As if they hadn’t been screaming those things at me since I was 13.

“I’ve never had sweet potato pie and now I…” Shaking his head, Tom fidgeted more, loosening his tie as Neil laughed. It was entertaining for him and for the masses. Our ‘fans’ would eat up our discomfort and we’d play it off as if it was nothing because we are ‘actors’ and we’re ‘public commodities’.

“Next, next.” Neil urged.

“Monica could take a strap on and wreck my ass and I’d thank her.” Tom cleared his throat. “Well now. Perhaps these thoughts are better kept to oneself.”

I tried to laugh and something managed to come out of me. The look Tom gave me made me think he didn’t believe I found it funny at all. He’d be right about that. I wanted nothing more than for this interview to be over.

“Moving on.” I was thankful he didn’t want to dwell on that one. I wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye after him reading these things about me. “Monica is so hot I’d like to...”

“What?” Tom’s voice trailed off and his whole body seemed to stiffen next to me. It was confusing and I couldn’t understand what was going on.

“I’m not reading this filth.” Tom ripped the stack of papers in half before stacking them and ripping them again.

“Hey now, don’t be like that. It’s just a game.” Neil was clearly caught off guard by Tom’s reaction. I was as well, to be honest.

“Actually, no. I will be like this. I laughed and played along while you made her read inappropriate things said about me but I’ll not subject her to hearing such filth about her. Further, the things I am being asked to read about her are significantly worse than what you asked her to read of me.” Waving the stack of ripped papers at the desk. “This game is bloody disgusting. No one should be spoken about by strangers in such a way as they are speaking of her. No one.”

“Now, we didn’t mean any offense. It was just a fun little game.” Neil back peddled as Tom stood. His back was straight and his shoulders back. It was an impressive sight that made my breath catch in my lungs.

This wasn’t in the plan. We knew what sort of games Neil liked to play on his show. The only surprising thing was Tom’s reaction. It made no sense to me. Why was he acting like a noble and why the hell am I picturing him on a white horse sweeping in to save me.

My internal rambling is cut short when he reached back and plucked my hand up. With a firm tug he pulls me to my feet and I go willingly enough. What the hell is going on?

His grip was warm and firm and good god was his hand large. I wanted him to always hold my hand like this. Looking back, Neil was protesting and trying to salvage the situation but it was clear our interview was over. Tom pulled the microphone off and snagged mine off as well before tossing them both onto the couch behind us.

“Don’t worry, the fallout will land mostly on me.” Tom’s blue eyes turned back on me as he marched forward, pulling me along behind him even still by the hand.

“Tom?” Finally I was able to get control over my feet and plant them on the linoleum in the hall. He’d managed to make it a good ways dragging me behind him. “Why did you do that? What the hell?”

“I...” His voice tapered off and I was stuck watching as he fidgeted more. It really wasn’t fair how good he looked as he raked his fingers through his disheveled curls.

“You what?” I didn’t mean to snap at him, honest.

“I won’t act like I’m okay with people saying those things about you.” That made no sense. It comes with the job. Hell, it comes with being a damn woman.

“Why?” A sigh rips itself through my chest. “It’s not like you have a reason to care.”

“I beg your pardon?” The look in his eyes gave me pause. It was fierce and strong and sharp. He still had my hand in his iron tight grip. “I have every bloody reason to care.”

“I don’t understand?” Look at me, I’m clearly following what is going on here. Actually no, no I’m not. Because what it seems like is going on here is that I’ve lost my damn mind. Either that or Tom-

Never did he let go of my hand. That sticks out in my mind. Don’t judge me, it all happened so fast. One moment he was looking at me with that fierce look and the next his other hand was resting on my neck and pulling me toward him. I came willingly enough. How could I not? My whole brain seemed to stop working as he leaned down.

“Maybe you’ll understand this.” What does that even mean? Oh- Oh that’s what he means.

His lips were warm and soft. I could feel the scratch of his stubble against my face as his warm breath fanned out over me. He stepped forward and I blindly allowed him to lead me. How could I not? Part of me was scared that if I dared to open my eyes this would have been some crazy dream.

My back met the wall and that snapped me back to reality. When the hell did I put my hand on his chest? Why the hell am I running it up and wrapping it around his neck? What the fuck is going on? He pulled back, giving us some space between us and I gasped for air.

“Forgive me, that was very forward. I just-”

“Do it again.” I demanded even as I pulled him to me. “Do it again if you meant it.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. As his lips molded themselves against mine again I took a quick moment to mentally thank god and Neil for the Thirsty Tweets game.

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[snoozejoon]

Too Much | Park Jimin

pairing: park jimin x black female oc (ft. jung hoseok.. again :))

genre: angst, fluff, a whoole bunch of lovey-dovey stuff n heartbreak

warnings: mental illness (specifically bpd - borderline personality disorder), mature scenes, vulgar language and mentions of suicide and depression.

word count: 1.8k

TROISIÉME

past.

SOLACE is immediately engrossed in the booming notability of Busan. Hoseok greeted her at the airport; after a long four months of convincing his dad to hire her as an intern and getting all her international information prepared and ready to go, she was finally ready for an actual departure. And it honestly was a smooth one. Her stepmother didn't really dwell too much on it, and for that she was thankful (she even agreed to send her hair products to Korea — surprisingly). 

She'd miss her late father, though, so she visited his tombstone before she left with a tearful goodbye. But besides that, this was like a weight removed from her shoulders. As soon as she exited the plane, she just felt carefree; like this is what life had in store for her in the first place. Being successful doing what she loved, without the overbearing baggage corrupted companies had to throw on her. It was breathtaking.

And Hoseok was such a huge help. She knew it might've took even longer for her to get here, but Hoseok helped speed up the process for her. She was forever grateful to him for that, especially since he really didn't need to. He was just undeservingly kind to her, and she wouldn't let his kindness go forgotten. They had gotten many chances to get to know each other further over these past four months too; Hoseok wouldn't allow himself to not have further knowledge on the girl he was helping. And he enjoyed their friendship they had so far, as did she.

Solace wiped the sleep from her eyes as she reached to get her bags from baggage claim, quickly moving to the entrance to wait for Hoseok. She people-watched for a few moments waiting his arrival, there were just so many people around her to look at, and they damn sure were looking at her. 

They all varied, of course — some only sacrificed a small glance and continued on their merry way, and others completely stopped and stared as if seeing someone like her was the most strange thing. And Solace decided she had one of two options to choose from when that occurred: shyly look away and continue minding her business, or look right back. Granted, she usually chose the latter. But after a few minutes of waiting and having people peer curiously at her, Hoseok arrives, as he promised.

He exited his nicely sized luxury car gracefully, removing his black sunglasses and placing a bright smile on his face to greet solace, with her mirroring his expression. She was surprised, when she saw him; she somehow expected a designated driver of some sort to greet her instead, but she was grateful for the warm welcome by Hoseok himself. 

She walked up to meet him, waving and dragging her luggage behind her simultaneously. "Hi!"

She bowed her head slightly, when she was close enough, but he hugged her unexpectedly, eschewing any type of etiquette she thought she was fluent in, causing her eyes to grow wide. 

"Solace, hi! Was the flight okay? Did you sleep? You probably slept. You're still tired though, aren't you? I know I was. Here, take this." He places a black face mask into her hands, watching as she presses it over her face. 

"Oh, let me get those." He reached down to grab her things from her hands before she had a moment to blink. When he came back up, he smiled again, "Come on. you can tell me everything in the car."

The door was already open for her, so she slid in the passenger seat, still recovering from the rush of questions she was bombarded with moments prior. Her seatbelt is slid over her body as Hoseok hops in the car, smiling again. She did so sheepishly, trying to recall all the questions asked, and answered as she remembered.

"Um, the flight was fine, I slept of course and yes, I am still tired — is it that obvious?" The words she spoke felt odd on her tongue but she was sure they would end up feeling familiar soon enough; she knew she'd be here for a while, so she'd better get used to it.

"A little. But it's okay, jet lag is an asshole," Hoseok responded, putting his car in reverse and skillfully sliding out into the main streets away from the airport. 

And it was then Solace got to really take in his being. Because there he was: sitting casually in a pressed light olive short sleeved shirt and beige khaki shorts, glasses pushed up his forehead. His hair was neatly cut with a nice undercut and his cologne was placed perfectly on his body; as it was noticeable, but not overbearing. He looked so much more different than the nervous foreigner she first met in Los Angeles. She talked to him via facetime and phone call often, but it was nothing like seeing him in person. She realized that she missed him. He was one of her only friends.

"But I'm so glad you're here! You seemed really eager to leave from L.A and sort of venture out, so I'm really happy you get to finally do what you want, you know?" 

He looked at her before looking back at the busy road, "It took a minute for my dad to come around, but he knew he needed the employment. This new aquarium is getting busy quickly, and he needs to tie it down before things get out of hand, but they never do, so don't worry." Solace nods.

"I know, Hobi, I'm excited too. Nervous as well, I won't lie. It's just so . . . new. I've never even really been out of the states, so I already know the culture shock is gonna be . . . shocking." She didn't feel like racking her brain for a better word and cringed at her laziness. "I still need to work on writing Hangul too, it's been a while."

Hoseok scratched his chin while his arm rested near the window, nodding.

"Yeah, most likely. You still sound pretty fluent though, so that's good. But since we're on the topic, I'll give you some tips since you'll be here for a while: sleep as soon as you get home. Don't even worry about unpacking, just rest. You'll value sleep more than basically anything else, other than eating. Jet lag and getting used to Korean time isn't easy, so I suggest you tackle that first. Then I suggest looking for a second job while you intern for my dad as well.” Hoseok said sheepishly. Solace looked at him questionably.

“..He has a pretty long program before he deems someone trustworthy. Especially for the position you're aiming for," Hoseok finally bites out.

What she came there for was to be what she was in the states: one of the veterinarians in the aquarium, specifically monitoring the smaller types of sea life. She'd have to attempt to go for the veterinary technician here though, since the company already had an array of veterinarians, but a technician was almost always available. Help was always needed. There was always room for more veterinarians though, so if she did her best working here, there was the chance of being promoted. And she was sure she'd do her very best.

"I said rest, but you also need food. Don't forget that." He laughed some, making a turn, "please don't. You'll feel really bad and unmotivated, which is never good." 

She nodded at his words and was appreciative of him even caring. She really wasn't used to the over abundance of kindness she was receiving.

"I will Hobi. I promise." 

They spent the remainder of the car ride to her new home talking about experiences they both encountered in the months they were away from each other, with small moments of comforting silence as Solace got the chance to peer at the life surrounding her outside his windows. There was just something about this city that made it already feel like home. But whether it was her esteemed zeal, or child-like thirst for adventure, she didn't know.

"Oh, you'll be meeting the landlord I mentioned today too. He'll show you around your apartment while I'm gone. he's really nice, around our age. I've known him for about 7 or so years, and I trust him. His name is Park Jimin. You'll be fine there, I promise. And the beach near the property is beautiful," Hoseok exaggerates. 

Solace snapped back from her people watching to answer him, "Yeah, of course. I really hope he's as nice as you say too, unnecessarily rude people kind of make me anxious." 

She cringes, because how childish and sensitive could she be, "but I'm sure I'll be fine." 

She kept her gaze on her window to avoid his face, expecting an ignoble expression at her admitted sensitivity and diminutive unprofessionalism. She wrung her hands together in disclosed embarrassment, sighing as she rolled down her window some, feeling the cool air wisp past her cheeks. Her hair had grown some in these months that passed, deep conditioning was everyone's friend. The curls that were just above her shoulders now sat comfortably near her collarbone.

It was midday now; with spring in full swing. The air was cool and inviting, the sky was full of clouds and bright blue. The sun felt warm and joyful, and people seemed happier. Spring was solace's favorite, as the season never ceased to amaze her. It even lifted her own spirits, she could never be surrounded by the wonders of spring and not stretch her cheeks into a smile.

And to her amazement, Hoseok responded casually. "Don't worry, Solace. Jimin wouldn't hurt a fly. You're in good hands, I wouldn't have asked him if you weren't." 

She just decided to let his words put her at ease as she contemplated on what more was to come. It was scary; but so enlightening. She was excited for the possibilities she could earn but also terrified at the reactions she might get from others, including Jimin and Hoseok's father. It made her almost want to turn away, a foreign veterinarian in Korea? It was such an unusual taboo, and she'd have to train herself to fight it. She could be whatever she wanted, however she wanted. Right?

Busan seemed like it had much to throw her way. . . and she only hoped she was ready for it.

#spoiler alert: she was not ready for it. #hehe i hoped u enjoyed this one #jimin angst #jimin fic #jimin #jimin ambw #hoseok fic #hoseok #hoseok ambw #bts #bts fic #bts ambw #kpop fanfiction #kpop poc

[rockingthegraveyard]

Alright Folks 

I’m fucking doing it!

Already off to a GREAT start! Oozaru’s Piccolo’s monster slave?? Yeah, sure, okay. 

You know ... I knew he was white but it didn’t really sink in that Goku was white in this movie until it show his vacant ass stare. 

That’s literally the first shot of him ... the only thing I missed with close up of sweat beads and a leaf blowing by in slow momskdjgdfjsdhf.

Why

he ain’t got no tail. If he’s suppose to be Oozaru, Piccolo’s monster slave, how is he gonna transform hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

It’s only 2 minutes in ..... this was a mistake. 

Alright, cringe little fight opening and the complete and utter mischaracterization of Goku aside, I low-key approve of Grandpa Gohan so far. Silly old man? I can dig it. 

director of this movie be like: this is my sonic oc, do not steal

Goku would never treat his grandfather with such disrespect.

This is the worst hight school au I’ve ever seen. 

I FUCKING CHOKED ON MY PASTA AT ‘GEEKO’ I’M SUING!

HIS FUCKING FOREHEAD!

Based on her sudden appearance her backwards glance at Goku, I’m betting Chichi and already another wild mis-characterization. She’s probably your typical high school movie love interest. 

Piccolo is alright. I don’t remember him having a hot assassin lady assistant or w/e but that’s just what I expect from this movie. 

I should mention ... I’m only 10 minutes in. JFC.

Oh god why is Goku staring so intently, it’s so fucking creepy. 

HE’S FULL LEANING STARING RIGHT AT HER, HOW FUCKING CREEPY IS THAT SHIT?!?!

THEIR INTERACTIONS ARE SO FUCKING AWKWARD I WANT TO D I E!

GOKU FUCKING ABANDONS HIS GRANDPA! AFTER ALL THE TROUBLE HE WENT THROUGH TO MAKE HIM A BIG MEAL AND A WHOLE CAKE! GOHAN DOESN’T DESERVE THIS!

Every interaction this guy has, is so fucking awkward. I don’t know if it’s just the writing or if just the actor but it’s so hard to watch. 

Oh my god, 

Piccolo is a sith lord!!! Use the force Grandpa Gohan!!!

You know, compared to other movies in hollywood, this is decently diverse but that’s kind of ruined by Goku being white. 

I mean ... they could have just dyed her whole head blue or got her a wig.

the single extension  is ... weird. 

unnnnnnn Roshi is so weird, not that i expected anything less but fuck maaan 

i’m not even half way through this movie, it’s defeating me DEFEATING ME  IDK IF I CAN MAKE IT

why is yamcha a surfer dude

why do i as stupid questions that i think have an answer 

Alright, Roshi in this film isn’t SO bad. He certainly isn’t as gross which is a plus in my book. 

by the power of being a thirst bitch, he has mastered magic cgi air 

don’t trust anyone not even yourself

IIIIII’MMMMM

BLUE DAH BAH DEE DAH BAH DAI

I guess the Kamehameha is a defibrillator now????

This movie is so bad!!

This is his face when he learns HE’S Oozaru ... somehow???

UGH

UGH 

HE’S SO GROSS LOOKIN!

Hes also very small. 

UGH HE’S SO GROSS!!!!

There is no redeeming qualities about this movie. It’s so bad, so very bad. 

I’m almost there guys!

bad and very tiny dragon

goku got the gurl, tho he didn’t do anything to deserve it aside from being super creepy

Not only does it end with these two fighting, but Goku changed into proper attire while Chichi did not???

WHAT EVER I’M FINALLY FREEEE AAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA

I’ve become more powerful as person from being able to endure this whole movie. 

oh wait, post climax credit torture 

kasfajsghfdj someone is nursing him back to life, but of course

i’m so very tired, i won 

i won but at what cost???

i need to watch the abridged series again or something 

#Grave Watches #Dragon Ball #Dragonball Evolution #this post is long and mean