#seriously though we cannot let this slide

[reel-fear]

Bendy And The Power Of Representation

So those graphic novel pages huh? Seems I posted my cover post at just the right time because literally minutes after I was informed the preview pages came out and uh. This is Buddy and Norman!

Oh dear... I'll put the full graphic novel pages down below but I have so much to say on how awful this is it'll need several posts. However, right now I want to mostly talk about representation and briefly touch on why it's so damn important + inform others about the current shit Mike and Meatly are saying about the books n such.

Now note: All the things I'm saying below are based on my personal experience, maybe some people don't care about seeing the representation of their identities in the media they consume. Maybe some will think I'm merely being dramatic and I might be but I'm not lying when I say I personally believe being represented and seen in the media you consume can be one of the most wonderful feelings in the world.

Look I'm not here to argue with people who think that Norman in particular was never meant to be a person of color, I would argue he is very coded but the points I'm making here are not about how Norman particularly had to be black. The point I want to make is the lack of diversity in our cast in general and how Norman's design has heavily dwindled it considering most people [including myself] rightfully assumed he was at least one of three black characters in our cast. Not according to this though and looking at the the rest of the pages our chances of seeing any kind of decent diverse character designs dwindle more.

So firstly... Buddy a character who has been said to experience discrimination for being Jewish, lacks any kind of ethnic features at all. That's... Cool but yeah I think this shows a rather grim future for the character designs as a whole.

Also, Norman... As I mentioned he was largely assumed to be black due to his southern dialect, his voice, and other factors. But nope, he's a generic white guy. With... Gross looking hair tbh...

Sadly this is not the first time the topic of poor representation has come up concerning Bendy either.

[note how he disregarded the other mentioned minorities and specifically cites LGBTQ+ characters]

This sucks as a response but sadly considering Mike's recent behavior it seems to fall in line with the Bendy team's general lack of care towards representing anyone who isn't straight and white.

So how did Mike respond to all of this? Well...

TDLR - "Who cares if the Graphic Novel we're selling to our fans for full price sucks, we now no longer consider the books canon."

This is horrible, I know Mike and Meatly are only really in this for the money, the fact BATIM is in the state that it is proved that, but they really couldn't have been less obvious about it?

So basically when it benefited them, AKA when it meant people would have to buy the books to understand important lore like Boris' identity... [the character you spend all of chapter 4 trying to rescue] They were considered canon... At least the author sure thought so.

Hell even in the tweet Meatly made here he doesn't say the books aren't canon, he just says they're not needed to understand Bendy's world. Now Mike is using that as a shield instead of doing the right thing and saying "You're right, the poc in our fanbase deserve better we'll have it fixed right away!" Like most reasonable people would considering how his studio has literally been accused of bigotry, poor rep, and general lack of diversity before. Why risk making more people avoid this franchise?

Also just... Imagine how insulting it would be to be an author who helps flesh out so much of this world and gives its characters depth like NONE of the games have managed to do, filling in plot holes, creating a timeline for events, etc... Then because they couldn't bother to change the graphic novel for ur story to be better they instead throw out all ur writing and declare it non-canon.

If I were her to put it bluntly I'd feel insulted and horrible. Why make her do all the work of making sure her works align with the timeline and game's canon if they're not part of it?

I can't speak for her obviously but Meatly and Mike know of her account, so speaking out against this could very much risk her being fired or at least not allowed to work on Bendy anymore... So I would take all her tweets on this situation with a grain of salt. She very much is not in a position where she could be honest if she was against this.

So with all that history now, the question I'm sure many are wondering is... Why does this even matter? Who cares how diverse the characters are when it doesn't affect the story?

Well for one thing, if you think like that consider having more empathy for your fellow human beings but also it does affect the story. One of DCTL's themes is about the bigotry of the period it is set in.

Now the Bendy team has managed to make the discussion of this book centering around their bigotry which is ironic in a way I almost find funny... Though this entire thing is just a bit too hurtful and upsetting to find any humor in, at least for me...

But another thing is representation can bring people such joy when it's done with care. It really shouldn't be understated how far it can go to make people feel more comfortable in their own sense of self to have a franchise choose to represent them and their experiences. I know this from personal experience.

Now if you've been following me for a while, you know I'm a big fan of Transformers. I no longer engage with it much due to baggage from the fandom's awful treatment of me, but before I left I remember being able to witness the release of Transformers: Earthspark first few episodes.

These introduced the Maltos the family who meets the Transformers and serve as our protagonists and guess what?

It's a family of Filipinos!

Now look I'm not Filipino, but I am half Mexican and I have a lot of love for that part of me. So seeing the representation of any Spanish culture in this franchise I loved made me so happy! I remember just watching the first episode I was happily telling my partner how fun it was to see people like me and my family in a world I love!!

But it didn't end with the Maltos in fact... There was another character who spoke to me, their name was Nightshade. Their pronouns are They/Them and they spoke about it on the show! Not just mentioning it and moving on but actually sitting down to speak about their experiences...

This clip in particular really turned them into an absolute favorite among fans and well... I'll let you see it for yourself.

This scene... Fills me with a joy I cannot describe. It is the creators of a franchise I love telling me they see people like me and find the stories of people like me important enough to include in this series. There really is nothing like being able to say there are Non-Binary characters in a franchise I have so much love for. I was far from the only one too.

This is amazing, this is wonderful, this clip and character were moving to so so many people and...

This is a joy the Bendy creators have no interest in giving their audience. They don't care how you feel as a queer and/or black person, which... Hurts...

I... Discovered I was trans while in the Bendy community... It was where I learned the word Non-Binary and started using it for myself. To me Bendy will always have that connection... But the devs themselves seem to hate the idea of being forced to actually represent that in their games... And I still haven't really gotten over that pain or betrayal if I'm being honest.

So...

With Norman now being portrayed as white here, we are down to two black characters. Thomas [who Meatly has claimed is white in the past] based on a vague conversation with Sammy in DCTL they could easily ignore... And Jacob.... A book exclusive character which according to Mike means he is non-canon.

If we don't count Thomas' vague talk with Sammy about disrespect as confirmation he's black [which the devs don't seem to think so] then we have one black character in all of Bendy... And he recently got retconned into non-existence. Great.

Look... The Bendy fanbase has always been full of wonderfully diverse designs for the staff and even more diverse people creating them. Bendy's fandom was built with the work of queer people from all kinds of places.

If the Bendy team continues to show how little they care for anyone who isn't straight or white... I wonder who they are counting on to buy this book or in general financially support their franchise?

I know right now, I am furious, I am hurt and I most certainly don't feel like buying a book that's currently just a massive fuck you to the fans and I hope I've expressed why I feel this way in an easy-to-understand way here...

Either way, I will not be forgetting this anytime soon and I hope the fanbase does the same. Maybe just maybe, if there's enough backlash to this series of horrible decisions they'll learn better.

Right now, it's kinda of our only hope for a better future, and if you know any poc who are into Bendy right now... Maybe consider making sure they're feeling okay.

I know from experience how much this sort of thing hurts, to have the creators of a world you love straight up tell you they don't intend to fix the fact no one in their stories represents your identity or life...

What I'm trying to say is...

This is a really low point for Bendy and its fans... Even more for the poc who have to witness such ignorant and careless attitudes from Mike and Meatly towards their feelings.

Please don't forget them when you discuss these tweets or this situation. That's exactly what Mike and Meatly want right now.

For them to be unrepresented and therefore... Unheard.

#batim #batdr #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #seriously though we cannot let this slide #ramblez #please please keep talking about this and why its not okay #Ive already had people saying to not be too mean or disrespectful to mike over this and to put bluntly #if mike is gonna be this blatently disrespectful to his fans he deserves whatever he fucking gets #this is such a horrible situation Im just glad I got the chance to speak positively in this essay #I mean not about bendy but I got to gush about how cool it is that transformers has a nonbinary character in it so that was fun #this is what Bendy could have and refuses to... Oh well more motive to make Showtime ig #but seriously what is the point of supporting these indie devs if theyre gonna be just as horrible abt this shit #as their corporate competitors #at several points bendy just feels like every other horror game out there but worse #its so so so frustrating

[elli3luvs]

spoiled! reader x dealer! ellie

part two

a/n: ok i know i said there was gonna be smut but i really couldn't figure out how to segue into it LMFAO so i will make a part three sometime!! sorry i've been so bad recently at keeping promises :(((

wc: 1.3k

part one

"seriously, dee," you brush through your hair once more before setting the brush down, "i don't know why she's such a bitch. she's been so curt with me recently in our poetry class."

"like how?" she mumbles from behind you.

you furrow your eyebrows as you recall her behavior toward you, "like not talking to me at all — which is weird even for ellie — and not even waiting for me after class! she's also stopped showing up here! i don't understand." it was hurting your feelings.

but being emotionally constipated made you, in turn, ignore her even harder.

dina rolls her eyes at your words, trying to keep a semblance of coolness to her. she had been in the middle of a horrible cold war ever since a week prior.

ellie was mad at you because you 'suddenly turned into a bitch again' and you had started being a little curter when you realized she had to know of your crush on her. when she teased you about trying to look good for her, that's when you knew she knew.

it was so humiliating for her to know that about you. your crush on her was something you wanted to keep semi-secret until you were ready to reveal it but ellie's quick senses caught onto you.

"ellie isn't being a bitch maybe she's upset because you suddenly went back to your old ways after being kind to her for a while." dina crosses her arms at you.

you shake your head, "no way. she's definitely more sens-"

dina groans loudly, cutting you off, "whatever! talk to her about it," she slides off the bed, looking at the time on her phone, "she should be here in like 5 or so minutes. talk it over, i cannot deal anymore." dina walks out of your shared dorm leaving you in a suffocating silence.

what did she mean she "cannot deal anymore?" were you seriously complaining that much?

it wasn't like you didn't want to talk to ellie. you would want nothing more. even though it was hard to admit, you really missed her stupid jokes or the way she would look when her eyes were all hazy from the weed. you missed the way her and dina would laugh on dina's bed after a smoke session. it was becoming a welcome routine to talk to her after a long day. but, it was so hard to look at her and know she knew you liked her.

maybe it was the overthinker in you but it was too much to handle. something about it was so humiliating.

your thoughts are interrupted by a knocking on the door followed by ellie's muffled, "let me in! it's cold."

your heart thumps against your chest as you stand up and make your way to the door.

you try not to let your heart break when you see the way ellie's face falls when she realizes it's you.

"where's dina?" her voice is flat, monotonous, which was weird to hear. even when the two of you hated each other it never sounded like this.

ellie tried peering over your shoulder to see if her friend was hiding somewhere. when she realizes dina really isn't there she lets out a sigh.

this was almost unbearable.

you kick at the floor, pulling your sleeves over your hands, "she just left a couple minutes ago."

ellie clicks her tongue, looking around before she speaks up, "tell her i stopped by," she turns around, "see ya."

your voice halts her in her tracks, "wait!" ellie turns to look at you with furrowed eyebrows, "can we please talk, maybe?"

ellie scoffs, "about what?"

you nibble on your bottom lip, "about what's happening," your voice falters as you look into her eyes. curse her beautiful eyes, "about us?"

ellie looks as if she is contemplating it for a while, shoving her hands in the pockets of the carhartt jacket she's wearing. the cold air is drafting over your body but you can't help but feel warm under her gaze. her hair whips in the wind, the hair tie she has is not doing much to keep it up. ellie finally nods, looking a bit exasperated at the decision, but she still moves forwards to come inside.

ellie doesn't even hesitate to sit on dina's bed, waiting for you to finally speak up. she's fiddling with her hands and the expression on her face almost makes you want to punch yourself for being so stupid. she looked like a kicked dog.

"i'm sorry," you start off, voice cutting through the cold silence. ellie looks up at you with an expecting gaze, "i freaked out that one day in poetry class when you, when you, god — this is really hard for me. when you asked if i was getting pretty for you or if i had a date."

ellie grips the edge of the bed, "wait? you freaked out because of that? why?"

you shrug, "because you found me out. i wasn't expecting you to catch on so quickly."

ellie cocks her head to the side, "catch on to what?" she gets off of dina's bed so she can stand in front of you, "i'm.... i'm so confused right now." she confesses to you honestly.

well shit. this wasn't how you expected it to turn out. there was no backing out of this. you have to swallow your pride and fear of rejection at this moment.

"you didn't catch on that i like you?" ellie gapes at you when the sentence comes out of your mouth, "that's why i got cold. i freaked out because i thought maybe you were weirded out that i had come to like you even though i was such a bitch befo-"

ellie's hand resting on the side of your face stops your word vomiting from completing. there's a look of happiness so prevalent on ellie's features, one you have never seen before. it puts you at ease.

"you like me?" ellie's voice is barely more than a whisper.

you push against her hand, "i thought i was obvious, ellie."

she bites her lip, a blush raging across her beautifully freckled face, "man, i was just messing with you that day," her eyes blink rapidly as if she's trying to process what you had just told her, "i like you too. since the day i laid my eyes on you."

"well," you start, feeling lighter in the chest now that you have confessed, "i definitely didn't like you at first sight. i actually wanted to kill you for sitting on my bed."

ellie laughs, leaning her head against your shoulder, "oh, i remember. i ranted to dina that whole day. i thought you were so cute but such a bitch."

"i tried so hard to get your smell off my bed." ellie lifts her head from your shoulder, an offended expression cast on her face. she pushes your shoulder.

"i don't even stink!"

you push her back, the playfulness making you grin like a madman, "yeah, right! my bed smelled like weed until i washed it!"

ellie clicks her tongue as she takes your figure into her arms. you relax against her chest thankful that dina left the room so you could finally talk this over with her.

"so does this mean i can sit on your bed now?" you laugh at her little quip.

"i mean," you act apprehensive, "i guess."

she gives you a kiss on the forehead, "sounds amazing."

#ellie williams imagine #ellie williams scenario #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader

[thebellearchives]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘

~ inumaki toge ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : reader tries to convince themselves their crush on inumaki REALLY isn’t that bad… it is

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, just cute fluff

‧₊˚ a / n : first person drabble, inumaki’s words are in Japanese because i seriously cannot bring myself to write the english ones lol srry

“Just a boy. He’s just a boy.”

It’s what I tell myself when I see him wrestling stupidly with Panda from the window of my classroom. It’s what I think when I see him wearing Maki’s skirt as a joke, and getting beat up by Nobara. It’s what crosses my mind when I see him stretching in his baseball uniform.

“He’s just a guy. Really.”

And then I stare at him sitting comfortably on the couch, watching tv. And I think about how warm his arms must be. I swallow on dry air nervously when he takes off his jacket during Saturday training, and think about how solid his chest must feel through the thin and worn down fabric of his white shirt. I look away, but I have a feeling some of my friends have noticed the way a shy peach color sparks through my cheeks. Because my eyes linger when he unzips his collared jacket to eat, and I try my best to not look like an idiot admiring his curse marks and secretly try to spot the one on his tongue when he opens his mouth. I stab my food with my gaze, really trying to think about something else, but I know a second or two later I will be sneaking glances at him again.

“Sujiko!” I watch him point at the fireworks during the festival we all agreed to attend together, our friends gasp and smile, staring at the sky.

But i’m staring at him. His lavender eyes shine violet with the lights of the pyrotechnics and his pretty white hair flows with the wind of the night. And I’m thankful there’s so much wind blowing, because the scarf he’s been using to cover his mouth tonight is losing grip, and it’s sliding down his chin. When his face is visible, i know i have the best view of them all. I did only enjoy the view for a couple of seconds, because next thing that goes on is him looking back at me curiously.

“Takana?”

“Yeah, Im good” I reply flustered, he smiles though.

A sudden, soft warmth grasps my hand then, and he pulls me closer to him when his fingers lace with mine like they’ve belonged there all along. It’s a simple gesture, but it makes my heart race like it never has before. My eyes hurry and search for him again in surprise. All he does is smile, and then goes back to admiring the fireworks that I had long forgotten by then. So I smile too. There are three words stuck in my throat, and I wonder if i’ll ever be able to let him know. For now though, holding hands with that boy was blissful enough.

#; fluffy belle #jjk drabbles #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk inumaki #jjk toge #inumaki x reader #inumaki fluff #inumaki toge #toge x reader #toge x you #inumaki toge x reader #jjk imagines #jjk fic #gn!reader

[breakfastteatime]

The problem with being too sick and injured to do much is boredom. So. Much. Boredom. Cal doesn’t have the energy to tweak his lightsaber or read, but he also can’t sleep constantly, even though he does seem to be trying. He is still feverish – although not as seriously as before, when the entire ship seemed to be talking to him (were they delusions or echoes? Who knows!) – and he’s a little too prone to fainting if he stands up for longer than two minutes (going to the refresher is a mission. Moving to the lounge is too perilous a task). The pain is under control so long as he takes something for it, which only makes him drowsy and less coherent and uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

He. Is. So. Bored.

Today, they’ve docked with a market barge to restock (a lightsaber wound is a good way to empty out a medkit), so with Cere, Greez and BD busy shopping, Merrin has been left to watch over him.

“Sorry,” he tells her as she settles in beside him. He is resting in bed as usual, supported by pillows and covered in a blanket, one foot alternating between poking out when he’s too hot, and sliding under when he’s too cold. “You’d have more fun on the barge.”

She holds up the datapad. “I am prepared.”

Cal knows she is because he overheard Greez before he left. “Distract him with the holonet,” Greez told Merrin. “Just try to find something other than the usual engineering stuff he watches, otherwise he’ll be wide awake and you’ll be the one taking the nap.”

“The holonet is full of many things,” Merrin says. “I do not know where to start.”

Cal adjusts himself against the pillows, coughing gently. “Here.” He taps on the screen and it changes to a site full of videos. “You want to see the galaxy, right?”

“Eventually.” Childlike hope shimmers from her.

“Okay. Let’s see.” Cal types slowly with one finger, hoping the browser will correct his atrocious spelling.

Merrin follows along. “Top ten best planets in the galaxy?”

“Yeah. We watched it a while ago.” He taps the first video and it starts playing. “Get a taste of what’s out there.”

‘What’s out there’ is beyond Merrin’s limited experience, and she cannot help her gasps of wonder. Planets of water, planets as green as Dathomir is red, planets where the stars ignite the night sky, planets of ice, a planet that is an entire city… Rapt, she remains curled in the bed beside Cal. The show holds his attention… holds his… holds… His head comes to rest against her arm.

“There are many planets I wish to visit now,” she says during a commercial break.

Cal tells her he’ll go with her. Or he hums in agreement. He’s not sure.

“Perhaps we will all go together, when you can stay awake long enough,” Merrin says.

“Mmm.”

“Do not drool on me.”

Cal falls asleep with a smile.

#star wars jedi: fallen order #jfo headcanon #jfo minific #oh look at that i have more post-nur feelings #cal kestis #merrin

[ftmtftm]

I’m sorry but until xenogenders and neopronouns can understand that I don’t want to “share my pronouns”, that I want to go through life as a normal, binary man, that I want assumptions to be made, that t isn’t some fun thing but a medical necessity for the rest of my life, that being trans isn’t a celebration but a condition for me and that I never want to be in a pride parade or even really open about it, until y’all can respect that, every single one of you, at least the fucking majority of you, then i can’t take anything seriously. I have been outed, assaulted, misgendered, and a whole bunch of other shit by “Tucutes” who walked all fucking over me as a binary trans person, I’ve been forced to be okay with they/them pronouns and been forced to be called the t-slur by a fake trans person because it was “affirming” for them to use on “other trans people”, I’ve been forced to wait years for t because the lines weee clogged up because people wanted to microdose it because they didn’t actually want the effects but they wanted to feel special, I’ve been outed as trans by fake trans people who want everyone to know what a cool catch I am, I’ve been told how gross t made me, I’ve been pushed out of every space that makes an effort to include as many people as possible because they start using rhetoric that sounds like the same rhetoric my transphobic father uses.

I cannot ever find joy in being trans, there is nothing to find joy in for me. Ever. I’m sick of people acting like it’s fun and silly and goofy. I’m sick of people appropriating a medical condition. I will always be sick of it. I am truly sorry that you had someone assault you and that they happened to be part of a community that I am also, but all transmeds want is some fucking respect for not doing this for whatever “euphoria” or political reason but because we fucking have to. All we want is respect and to not have our medical condition turned into playing make believe that you’re a “catgender” or an alien or whatever the fuck, do that on your own terms I don’t care, but the association with dysphoria and the fact that you will spit in the fucking faces of dysphoric binary trans people? That’s why transmeds exist

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Bullet points because genuinely, my patience is beginning to run very thin for you anon. My ask box and the new post button have two separate functions and I think there is one you should be using instead of the other.

This is just attention seeking behavior at this point, and I'll give it to you and I'll be compassionate but I won't let your shit slide.

I'm sorry, but this is genuinely like looking in a mirror at my 15-20 year old self and it sucks and I honestly feel very sorry for you. Your pain and upset is very real. Your feelings do matter. And? You need to talk to a mental health professional. Serious advice. You need a therapist or some kind of support group if you do not have one already. That is a lot of baggage that deserves to be explored with someone who can genuinely help you in a controlled environment - not the askbox of random trans people you take issue with because they remind you of traumatic events in your life. Your triggers and people who remind you of people who have hurt you are your responsibility to deal with. It's not the business of people who are literally just living their lives in ways that make them happy. The world doesn't need to change around you for your own comfort, you need to change yourself to make yourself comfortable.

It's honestly okay if being trans makes you upset. It's okay to lament and even grieve a life you wish you had but can't have because you are not cis. Again though, that is not an issue that people who aren't like you are causing though. It's genuinely your business to deal with those emotions - not theirs.

You are not a doctor. You are not a medical professional. You are not the one giving care and other people's medical needs, decisions, and histories are none of your g'ddamn business. It is absolutely ridiculous that wait times are what they are and that access to care is not what it should be - but that is a failure of the system not the people. You legitimately sound like working class folks who complain about people on food stamps "taking up all the government resources" and people who complain that "immigrants are taking all our jobs" right now. You are putting the burden of the system onto the individual when it legitimately isn't their fault. Ultimately you are actively being failed by the medical system you are attempting to covet, not by your fellow trans people.

I've also been told I'm disgusting for being on T. I've also been told I'm disgusting for wanting facial and body hair, for feeling comfortable in my masculinity, for loving being a man in all of its complexities. Even by other trans people. You are not alone in that experience. The solution to working through those emotions isn't to throw conservative complaining about food stamps and immigrants level tantrums about it like you are doing now though.

Being trans can be fun. Being trans can be silly and goofy. Again, it might not be that way for you and it sounds like you've been in an environment where you're not allowed to love yourself for any reason, let alone for being trans, so it's probably very hard for you to conceptualize experiences outside of your own - but you sound... very young. I promise it gets better with time and distance. Please leave the environments you are in when you are able, they don't sound healthy for you.

Point of order: My ex was not a transmedicalist, by any means. I was assaulted by them and felt disgusting and dysphoric because of it and found transmedicalism on my own afterwards to try to validate my sense of self. I was hurt by someone else and then turned my hurt into a weapon. It sounds like you've been hurt and are also turning that hurt into a weapon. I hope some day you're able to put it down.

#asks #anon #long post / #assault / #anti transmedicalism #anti transmed

[okaylikesmomo]

Chapter 2: Patience

Due to the nature of your living situation, you didn’t always get to wake up next to Chaewon, but it was always a treat when you did. Naturally, you woke up first as Chaewon was known to be a bit slow in the mornings. You slid out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

After returning to the bed, you lay down next to Chaewon again. The cute girl rolls over and reaches for her phone, still barely awake. She checks the time and quickly jumps up.

“Oh my god! I am so late!” she screams while running to the bathroom. “Why didn’t you wake me?!” she shouts through the door.

You sit up in the bed and start to smile, wondering when she would figure it out. Chaewon finishes brushing her teeth before running out of the bathroom wearing just her underwear.

“Darling…” you try to get her attention.

“Seriously I cannot believe you, what is the point of sleeping over if you’re not going to wake me up,” she rambles on while rummaging through her closet.

You start laughing, “Chaewon!”

She turns to you while holding some random clothes, “what is so funny?”

“Remember the conversation you and Kazuha had in the car yesterday?”

She angrily returns to the closet, “I don’t have time for this, we have an evaluation this morning.”

You stand up and walk to the closet. “Sweetheart,” you say while hugging her back. “Your instructor is ill, you don’t have an evaluation this morning.”

Chaewon freezes for a moment before dropping the clothes she was holding and turning around. “I’m so sorry,” she says while hugging you. “I completely forgot.”

You rub her back, “it’s alright, I get it.”

She holds onto you for a bit as if it brought her great comfort. “This means we have some time to kill,” Chaewon says softly. “How about we get back into bed?”

“We could do that,” you reply as you slide your hands down her back and grab two handfuls of her ass.

She giggles before running over to the bed. You follow her and slip under the bedsheets next to her. She kisses you on the mouth again before sliding under the sheets. She planted kisses all the way down your chest, spaced about an inch apart. She kept kissing lower until she reached your navel.

You lifted the sheets slightly so that you could see the top of her head. You slipped one hand down and placed it on the back of her head, getting a handful of her oreo hair. She slid a little bit lower until her mouth found the outline of your cock through your underwear. She pressed her lips to your tip and used her tongue to cover your underwear in her saliva.

All of a sudden there was a knock on the door and you quickly pulled down the sheets.

Eunchae peeks her head through the door slightly, “Chaewon-ah? Oh, oppa, where’s Chaewon unnie?”

“Oh, umm, she’s in the bathroom, what’s up?” you answer while Chaewon hid under the sheets.

“Could you let her know Yunjin unnie made breakfast for us?”

“Yeah of course.”

“Thanks oppa,” Eunchae smiles at you. “And of course you are also invited.”

She closes the door and Chaewon slides out from under the bedsheets. She looks at you with a bit of regret in her eyes.

“Oh, they made breakfast and are waiting for us,” you say casually.

The two of you start laughing. “I promise we’ll eventually…”

“Really, don’t worry,” you cut her off before pulling her in for a kiss.

“Tonight, no matter what, we are spending some alone time together,” Chaewon says definitively.

–

“I thought we were supposed to sleep in,” Sakura says while poking at her food.

“We did sleep in,” Yunjin replies while taking a seat next to Sakura. “It’s already ten.”

“I wanted to sleep in more,” Sakura mumbles quietly.

Next to you, Eunchae laughs quietly. “Kkura unnie is almost as bad with mornings as Chaewon unnie.”

Chaewon looks up from her food, surprised by the comment. “Hey! I didn’t even say anything.”

“She has a point though,” Yunjin says from the far side of the table.

“Yeah she’s not wrong,” Sakura adds.

“Ah, everyone is so mean today,” Chaewon whines while returning to her food.

You felt something under the table and turned to Chaewon who was sitting next to you. She, however, didn’t even look up. If she wanted your attention she had it, but it seemed like she didn’t care. Perhaps it was a mistake, you think to yourself while returning to your food. Then you felt it again, much harder against your foot. You turned to face Chaewon again.

“Hm? Do you also wanna be mean?” she asks angrily.

“Oh, I just wanted to say, isn't this breakfast lovely?” you say before turning to your right towards the other end of the table. “Thank you Yunjin.”

“Ah, finally someone appreciates what I did,” she replies happily. “You’re welcome!”

Next to you Eunchae tried to speak up, but she had just taken a big bite and was clearly struggling to speak.

“Slow down Manchae,” Sakura laughs at the younger girl. “The food isn’t going anywhere.”

Yunjin also bursts out laughing as Eunchae tries to swallow the bite. Her cheeks were so cutely plumped up while she chewed. Eventually, she gets through the food.

“I just wanted to say I also appreciate it,” Eunchae gasps.

A couple of laughs go around the table when you feel something slide up your leg. Although, this time you realized the culprit when you looked directly across the table at Kazuha who was looking down at her empty plate while smirking slightly. Her eyes peeked upwards slightly and she saw you staring at her which made her start smiling.

She was avoiding your gaze, but now she was becoming more audacious beneath the table. You felt her foot slide up your leg and onto your thigh. She pressed down playfully against the top of your thigh before bringing her other foot up onto your other thigh. She made a couple of circles with her heel before tapping her feet up and down on the top of your thighs. Then she slowly slides her feet down the insides of your thighs and spreads your legs slightly.

You could see that she was trying her best not to laugh as the rest of the table was quietly eating, completely oblivious to what was going on beneath the table. You felt her foot move forward, her toes lightly pressing down on your crotch. You could feel her sliding her foot back and forth, rubbing your private bits over your pants.

Next to you, Chaewon had finished eating and stood up from the table; She noticed Kazuha’s plate was also empty. “Zuha, can you help me with dishes?”

Kazuha quickly nods, “yeah.”

Before she could stand up, you quickly reached below the table and grabbed her ankles. She looked at you with wide-eyes while you held onto her, not letting her stand up.

“Coming?” Chaewon asks while walking towards the kitchen.

“Yeah just a second!”

Sakura, who had also just finished eating, stood up and was starting to get suspicious of what was going on. She looked down at Kazuha’s empty plate and then at you with raised eyebrows. She must have figured it out after Kazuha started to giggle, because she started walking towards the kitchen with a smile on her face while shaking her head.

After teasing Kazuha a bit more while she squirmed her feet in your lap, you finally let go of her ankles and let her go free. She stands up, still giggling, before walking over to the kitchen with her empty plate. The other two girls at the table paid no attention as Eunchae was still happily eating while Yunjin was checking something on her phone.

You finish up the rest of your food before also getting up and dropping your plate off in the kitchen. Kazuha was rinsing off the dishes and loading the dishwasher with Sakura when she saw you walk up. Kazuha started to smirk again, turning to face away from you. Sakura washed her hands, very aware of what was going on, and then gave Kazuha’s butt a playful slap before leaving the kitchen and going to her room.

You place your plate in the sink while very intentionally leaning as close to Kazuha as you could, placing one hand on her back while the other reaches into the sink. The Japanese girl giggles before trapping your arm between her arm and her body. She held your arm tight against her body, and you could feel every muscle of her superb core.

“You’re stuck,” she says matter-of-factly as she continues to rinse the dishes.

You slide your other hand around her back so that it is pressed against her core from the other side, putting Kazuha in a bit of a hug. “No, you’re trapped.”

She playfully wiggles her body, pretending to try and break free, all while smiling brightly back over her shoulder towards you.

“Let me go,” she whines adorably before spinning in your grip with incredible strength so that she’s facing towards you with your arms still wrapped around her sides.

The two of you were now face to face. Kazuha was staring deeply into your eyes, and for a brief moment that playfully naughty girl disappeared. She was beautiful with very minimal makeup on. Then, all of a sudden, she brought her wet hands up and flicked a few water drops onto your face: The exuberant girl was back. You let go of her and wiped your face while she giggled, and you found yourself also smiling.

You left the kitchen and headed upstairs to Chaewon’s room while Kazuha returned to the dishes. As you entered her room, you found her sitting at her desk, once again in her underwear. She was touching up her makeup, applying a bit of eyeliner.

“Kazuha’s flirting with me again.”

Chaewon looks up at you and laughs before quickly returning her attention to the mirror. “Yeah, remind me to set up that date later.”

You walk up behind Chaewon and bury your face into her neck. “When will you be back?” you ask while she continues to finish up her makeup.

“It’s hard to say, I think it might be a bit late tonight,” she answers, a bit of regret in her voice. “You can come in again, but I have a feeling I won’t get much break time today. Our comeback is too soon.”

“Why do you have to practice so much, you’re already so perfect.”

She smiles at you through the mirror. “I’m not perfect, but I am sorry that I’ve been so busy.”

You turn your face and give her a kiss on the cheek before standing up straight. “It’s alright, I’ll just get some work done and then we can hangout tonight like you promised,” you respond while taking a seat on her bed.

She turns around on her chair so that she’s facing you, her expression showing sadness. “Will you at least stay here? We have food and snacks downstairs, you can help yourself to anything.”

You smiled understandingly and nodded. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

–

The day went by relatively uneventfully. You basically switched between working and watching random YouTube videos throughout the day. You got a couple of texts from Chaewon throughout the day whenever she had a quick break, it seemed like she would be later than expected tonight.

Despite procrastinating quite a bit, you actually ended up getting a lot of work done. It was nice to get ahead, knowing that in a couple of days Le Sserafim would be releasing Antifragile and you would want your schedule to be free during those initial promos.

It was starting to get late and you were honestly getting a bit tired, so you decided to lay down on Chaewon’s bed. It felt comfier than normal, and you felt your eyelids getting heavier. Maybe it would be best to take a quick nap, you thought. You slowly dozed off to sleep.

After a short nap, you woke up and checked the time. It was already 1 AM and the girls weren’t back yet. This wasn’t particularly uncommon, it wouldn’t be the first time they were out this late practicing. You decided to just relax for a bit and listen to a bit of music.

Eventually, you heard a bit of commotion downstairs. You started to hear the sound of their voices as they just got home. There were a couple of footsteps coming up the stairs when Chaewon opens her door and walks in.

She looked absolutely exhausted, and your heart sank a little bit seeing her this tired. She walked forward towards the bed and then crashed down onto your body.

“I’m tired,” she whispered with the side of her face resting on your chest.

You hugged her and rubbed her back. “It’s so late, you must be exhausted.”

“We practiced and practiced and practiced, and then since our instructor wasn’t feeling well we had to send her videos of our practice. Then while she reviewed them, we worked out, just to come back and practice more with her feedback.”

You leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. “Awwh, I’m proud of you. You worked so hard today.”

“It was the last hard day,” she sighs. “We scored extremely well, so the next few days are going to be much lighter. They want us fresh and ready for the comeback.” She lifts herself up so that she can see your face. “I promised we would spend some time together tonight,” she says.

You pulled her up closer and kissed her softly. Very gently moving your mouth against hers before leaning back. “I think it’s best if you get some rest.”

“I can… I can still-”

You kiss her again, stopping her mid sentence. Your hands gently explore her back while you kiss.

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to do anything tonight,” you say softly.

She lets out a heavy sigh and falls back onto your body. “I really love you,” she whispers warmly into your chest.

Before you could say it back, she had fallen asleep. You would be lying if you said you weren’t a little bit disappointed, but you cared so much more about her wellbeing over anything else. You let the feel of her breathing bring you into a cathartic trance for a bit before deciding to get some water.

You carefully roll over the precious girl so that she’s laying on her back and tuck her in. You get out of the bed and give her a little kiss on the forehead before leaving the room and heading downstairs. When you get there, you find Eunchae sitting on the couches by herself, watching some drama on the TV. You head into the kitchen and pour a glass of water.

“Feeling better?” you ask.

Eunchae turns around, “yeah, a lot better, it really did just take one day.” She sees you holding the glass of water and starts to smile mischievously. “You better hurry up, Chaewon unnie seems to get very upset when you take too long getting her a drink.”

You chuckle at her silliness when the two Japanese members appear. Kazuha walks right up to you and takes the glass out of your hand before sitting down at one of the kitchen stools and downing it. Sakura walks over to where Eunchae was sitting.

“Alright, show me where,” Sakura instructs as she opens a little jar of ointment.

Eunchae lifts her pant leg up to show some mild bruising while Sakura begins applying the ointment. It wasn’t uncommon for idols to have small injuries after practice, especially for certain choreo.

“You guys must have worked so hard today,” you remark as you watch Sakura.

She looks over at you while massaging Eunchae’s leg. “It’s part of the business,” she says with a tired but soft smile.

You sit on the stool next to Kazuha. “You feeling alright? I heard you had a long day” you ask the girl.

“Feeling great,” she says quietly as she leans her head onto your shoulder.

Her response was a bit of a shock, usually she had all the playful energy in the world when it came to you. She was still the same Kazuha, but you could tell she was way too tired to tease you tonight. You rub her thigh gently, letting her rest on you.

“I’m so excited for you girls,” you comment, but Kazuha doesn’t respond. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

You feel her head nod against your shoulder. It was strange, you’ve never seen Kazuha acting this way with you. You think back to what Chaewon said about Kazuha never having a romantic relationship before. There was this weird bond of affection between the two of you right now, and you could feel the amount of comfort she felt around you.

Seeing Kazuha in this vulnerable state made your insides fill with warmth. You never really addressed it before, but you genuinely cherished the relationship you had built with Kazuha. You cared for her in an unexplainable way. It brought you great satisfaction knowing she was as comfortable around you as she was.

Sakura stands up from the couch and walks over to you. “Here, in case Chaewon needs it,” she says while handing you the little jar. “Come on Zuha, bed time.” Sakura pulls Kazuha off of you with both hands and the girl starts walking towards her bedroom. “Eunchae, make sure Yunjin also takes care of herself,” Sakura adds while Eunchae stands up and stretches.

You start refilling the glass of water when Eunchae walks towards the stairs. She sees you filling the glass and giggles. “Yah Eunchae stop being silly,” you laugh as the girl runs up the stairs. You down the glass before refilling it once more for Chaewon and heading upstairs.

“What was that all about?” Sakura asks, confused by the interaction.

“Eunchae won’t stop teasing Chaewon and me about… stuff.”

“Ahh,” Sakura interjects. ”Stuff...”

There is a bit of an awkward silence between the two of you as Sakura looks around the room with her lips pursed.

You decide to break the silence. “You do a really great job of taking care of them all.”

There is a short pause before she replies.

“I feel like…” she begins while staring at the glass in your hand. “Since I’m the oldest, and I’ve been in the industry for so long, I feel like it’s my responsibility to look out for them.”

“You’ve always looked out for others, it’s one of the things I used to love so much about you.”

You notice her cheeks gain a tint of rosiness as she looks away, another awkward silence falls upon the two of you.

“You… also do a good job,” Sakura says quietly.

“Oh.”

It felt like the wrong thing to say, but you had no idea how to respond.

Sakura looks up at you, a bit of regret in her expression. “Sorry, I meant like with Chaewon. I can see how happy you make her. Also the others, you may not realize it, but the way they treat you is the way they only treat the other members. You’re basically an extension of our group at this point.”

She was speaking quickly, something Sakura did when she got stressed. Memories started to flood back in, and without thinking you took a step towards her. She looked up at you with her eyes wide in shock. She froze. The two of you stood there staring at each other.

Sakura closed her eyes slowly, and she began to slightly move her lips forward. Right before your lips touched, her eyes shot open and fear filled her pupils. She quickly turned around, and you heard her sniffle quietly.

“Sakura… I’m so sorry,” you begin as you reach for her hand.

She pulls away at your touch. “Don’t apologize, nothing happened,” she says, her voice wavering. “I’ll… goodnight,” she says while briskly heading towards her room, wiping her eyes as she walks.

You stood there by yourself in the silence of the house, a rush of emotions bombarding your brain. You bring your fist to your forehead and tap it lightly, regretting everything that just happened, before walking up the stairs.

After returning to Chaewon’s room you quietly place the glass and the ointment on her side table. You pick up your bag and start heading to the door.

“Don’t go,” Chaewon whispers from the bed.

Your heart skips a beat when you turn around to see Chaewon is awake. You put your bag down and walk back over to the bed, sitting next to her and stroking her short hair. She looked adorably tiny as she was tucked into the sheets. You felt a painful tinge of betrayal inside you as you looked down at her, but you didn’t want her to know.

“You sure? I don’t want you to get in trouble,” you reply hesitantly.

“Please can you stay with me,” she requests with utmost tenderness.

You felt awful, the way she was asking you so desperately after what just happened downstairs behind her back. You wanted to confess, but you didn’t have it in you to hurt her tonight. Not when she was this vulnerable.

You lean down and kiss her before sliding into the bedsheets. “Of course I can.”

She turns to face you with a confused expression. “Do you not want to stay or something?”

It hurt you so much to hide things from her, but you noticed the slightest quiver in her lip and you just couldn’t find the strength to confess. At least, not for now.

“I always want to stay with you,” you answer. It was the truth, you still loved her more than anything.

Content with your answer, Chaewon slides over closer to you. “Tomorrow is a shorter day by the way, and then we get the next day off.”

“Perfect,” you mutter as you close your eyes and try to let your body relax. You felt Chaewon put an arm around your torso, cuddling as close as possible. As she fell asleep with her arms around you, there was this worry in the back of your mind that she could feel your heart pumping like you had just run a marathon.

–

You were blessed enough to wake up next to Chaewon again this morning, and you found that she was still holding onto you. You started to carefully remove her arms so that you could get up, but you felt her squeeze tighter.

“There’s still time,” she says quietly, her eyes still closed.

You fall back into the soft pillows. “I didn’t realize you were awake, did you sleep alright?”

She slowly opens her eyes, “best I’ve slept in a while.”

“So how much time do we have?” you ask as you slide a hand down her body and give her butt a playful squeeze.

She giggles before sitting up in the bed. “Not enough time for that, unfortunately,” she answers before leaning over and giving you a short kiss on the cheek. “Tonight, though, I am free.”

“Text me when you’re done, I’ll come pick you up.”

You relaxed in her bed for a bit longer while watching her get ready. After the girls left, you stopped by the store on your way home to pick up a few ingredients. You had planned to make Chaewon a home-cooked meal tonight since you knew the girls ended up eating out a lot these days; The menu would include a spicy kimchi jjigae and some meat that you’d be grilling. You returned home and spent the day working until you got a text from Chaewon.

CW: hey, just wrapping up now

YOU: yeah I’ll be there soon

You grab your keys and put on a jacket before heading to your car.

–

“Whoa whoa whoa!” you shout as Chaewon jumps into your arms. “Someone’s excited.”

“We got so much praise today,” she says while smiling brightly, her legs wrapped around your waist. “And now they gave us time to relax before d-day.”

You gently put her down. “Good job! I’m so proud,” you say, pulling her into a hug. Over her shoulder you saw the rest of the group walking by. You noticed Sakura was watching the two of you, but as soon as you looked over she turned away as if she didn’t want you to notice. Before you could process what happened, you felt another pair of arms wrap around you.

“We did it!” Kazuha shouts, joining in on the hug.

Another body joins in. “Let’s go girls!” Yunjin exclaims.

It seems you were part of the girls now as the three of them were giggling and jumping up and down while hugging you.

“We’re going out as a group tomorrow, you wanna come?” Yunjin asks you as the girls separate.

“Ah, I don’t know, maybe it should be a thing with just the members?” you answer hesitantly.

“Oh stop being a baby,” Eunchae adds from the side. “Just come.”

The four of them were pestering you, trying to convince you to tag along when Sakura speaks up from the side.

“I think it would be nice if you came,” she says softly.

The two of you made eye contact and for a moment it was as if the world paused, but only for the two of you.

“Alright fine I’ll come.”

The other four erupt in cheers, and Kazuha hugs you hard from behind making you buckle forward. It was a movie-esque scene of happiness, but for some reason you had a peculiar feeling in the back of your mind.

“What are we even doing by the way?” you ask as the girls start walking towards the van, trying to ignore the intrusion.

“We don’t know yet,” Yunjin replies. “We’ll figure it out later.”

“Can we get ice cream?” Eunchae asks. “I’ve been craving mint chocolate ice cream.”

“Ewwwww,” Kazuha whines. “That’s the worst flavor.”

“What?!” Chaewon counters while standing next to Eunchae like her bodyguard. “I’m team mint chocolate all the way.”

“Girls girls, stop fighting,” Sakura interjects as she joins the group like a mother. “We can all go get ice cream tomorrow. As long as it’s not mint chocolate,” she adds.

All hell breaks loose as the girls start arguing, and you find yourself just watching the commotion with Yunjin.

“What side are you on?” you ask her.

She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m a fan but not enough to fight over it. It must be a top-floor type of thing.”

You chuckle at her comment as a van pulls up.

“Uh, girls, I think this is for you.”

They ignore you completely and continue debating about various ice cream flavors.

“GIRLS!” Yunjin shouts, making all of them turn to face her in shock. “Our ride is here,” she adds casually with a warm smile.

Everyone looked a bit confused for a moment, but then they started making their way towards the van.

“Are you going with him?” Sakura asks Chaewon.

“Yeah, I’ll meet everyone back at the dorm tomorrow.”

“Oooo, spending the night,” Eunchae teases. “Oppa, make sure you get her whatever drink she wants.”

Both Sakura and Chaewon playfully scold the younger girl as she enters the van. Sakura gives Chaewon a quick hug before turning to you. It looked like she wanted to say something, but instead she just nodded respectfully before also entering the van behind the others. All of the other members leave while Chaewon stays behind with you. After they turn the corner, she latches onto your arm and looks up at you cutely.

“We might not know the plan for tomorrow, but I know what I want to do tonight,” she says seductively.

“And what would that be?” you ask while pulling her into a hug and slowly sliding your hand down the back of her pants.

“Yah, not here in public,” she responds in a hushed tone while pushing your arm and giggling.

“Why not? We have plenty of privacy.”

The two of you watch as a car drives by before looking at each other and laughing.

“You just have to wait a little longer, I promise,” she says lovingly to you.

“I don’t want to wait anymore.”

She starts to smirk up at you. “Oh yeah? You want to strip me down, bend me over, and fuck me right here in front of my company building?”

“Yeah, and I don’t give a shit who watches,” you growl while pushing her against your car door.

Chaewon was starting to get extremely flustered, her breathing was becoming erratic. “Keep talking like that and I might just let you,” she moans.

“Let me?” you spoke the words directly into her ear while putting your hands against the car on either side of her small frame. “I’m going to have you begging for it,” you whisper into her ear before leaning in and nibbling lightly on her earlobe.

She sharply inhales at the feel of your lips and her body slumps down slightly as if she was losing the ability to hold herself up.

“I won’t… beg…” she pants as your mouth had slid down her neck.

You kiss her soft skin, making her tilt her head upwards to the sky above. You kiss her a few more times, but you take it slower now and make sure your lips press against every piece of her skin. You stand up straight and press your body as close to hers as possible with your face right beside hers.

Your hands leave the car and find refuge on Chaewon’s ass. You give her a very hard and thorough grope, and she fills your ears with her heavy breaths. As you groped her soft ass, you pushed your chest even harder against her body, pinning her to the car. You could feel her soft tits pushing back, forming to the shape of your body.

If you were to release her now, you were certain she would fall to the ground. She had no more strength, she was like playdough in your hands now. You lean back slightly so that you are face to face again, and you see her half-lidded eyes in a trance.

Her mouth was slightly agape, and you took the opportunity to press your lips against hers again. This time the kiss was far more wet than last time, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was having her body in your control.

“Fine,” she moans after you free her lips. “Just fuck me already.”

You step back and open the car door for her. She had a look of visible disappointment and frustration with you; She actually wanted you to take her right here in the middle of the street. It was, obviously, far too risky though. You leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek before the two of you sat down in your car. You noticed she had a conflicted look on her face.

You smile at her. “Sweetie, I’m not going to be responsible for you losing your career.”

She sighs understandingly. “I know, you just… got me excited.”

You reach your hand over into her lap. “Show me how excited you are.” you demand as you slide your fingers into her sweatpants and press them against her underwear, feeling a moist spot through the fabric.

Chaewon grabs your wrist. “Wait til we’re home, I can’t do this anymore.”

You stare at her pleading face for a moment before uttering a single word.

“No.”

Your hand slips down her underwear and immediately finds her tight folds. You rub the skin back and forth, making her juices pour out like a faucet, before pressing down around her pussy. Her grip on your wrist went limp as a singular, drawn out breath escaped her lips.

As you were starting to coat your fingers with her warm nectar, she clenched down on your arm by squeezing her legs tightly. She was glaring at you in the most lustfully rage-filled way possible.

“I’m going to fucking kill you if you don’t start driving,” she breathes while her lower body squirms.

The corners of your lips raise involuntarily and you start to withdraw your hand. Chaewon, however, wouldn’t allow it, and she kept her legs tightly closed with both of her hands grabbing your wrist now. You couldn’t contain your smile as you reached over with the far hand to shift into drive.

--

A/N:

Unforgiven is amazing and I can't stop listening to it. SOTY material for me so far. Also, very inspiring when it comes to writing this story! I'm not going to really explain anything, I want the words to do the talking for me. Hit a few notes that I wasn't expecting to hit in this chapter, but overall happy with how it turned out.

As always, let me know what you think if you would like to share your thoughts. You can reach me basically anywhere.

[inawearyworld]

little things in the wonka score/soundtrack that get me every time: a post made by a music major with severe brainrot (seriously it’s getting bad)

• even though i’m not sure how to feel abt what they did orchestrally to pure imagination when it was sung in full, i loved the way it was interwoven until then-the opening credits, the clock tower chiming its intro, etc

• when the intro to hatful of dreams ends and the instrumental HITS. that was the moment i was sitting in the theater like “…oh i’m going to be so charmed by this movie huh”

• something abt the way timmy sings “i’ve put everything i’ve got into my choc’late”. see above bullet point

• welcome to scrubbit’s has no right to be that much of a banger

• the low brass in scrub scrub HELLOOOOO?!?!? the chromatic slides. the muted trumpets. abacus’ bass moments (go off king). the song is literally about laundry and yet IT GOES SO HARD

• walk into the club on a friday night like FIRST YOU PICK UP THE APPAREL AND YOU

• the instrumental of ynhclt that plays while everyone’s flying is so cheesy and so golden-age-of-hollywood-children’s-musical and i cannot help but smile

• the cuh-lassic “one instrument at a time” opening of sweet tooth

• mathew baynton’s voice. that’s it that’s the bullet point.

• #GiveTheCartelMoreTight3PartHarmonies2k24

• well we’ve got lots and lots and lots and loTS AND LOTS AND LOWHY AM I SINGINGGGGGGG

• somethin about how the “noodle noodle” countermelody is a sort of arpeggiated outline of each chord, like a vocal warmup, like he’s letting her take the melody bc he knows she will in time. i’m gonna sob they’re literally family

• the orchestration of for a moment, esp while they’re dancing on the rooftop, just SOARS. idk if anyone here has seen mr magorium’s wonder emporium but that movie shaped my childhood, it’s probably my favorite film score ever, and this instrumental bit is SOOOO reminiscent of it

• clock tower. a fifty-second masterpiece

• CHOCOPOCALYPSE. (for those of us who were on the theatre kid side of the internet in 2018, i think chocopocalypse should be the new calculust. hear me out)

• mat’s voice gets a second bullet point bc what the hell man. literally the sonic embodiment of dark mint chocolate. h e l p m e

• …#fickelgruberisathinmint2k24

• noodle’s portion of ynhclt, while she’s teaching willy to read, has a few instrumental nods to mozart’s famous sonata in c, a typical piece for piano beginners-kids-to learn. in the 1971 film mrs teavee incorrectly identifies mozart as rachmaninoff. this MOVIE

• i wish there could have been more, and more involved/complex, ensemble vocal moments

• charlotte ritchie <3 (okay i’m biased sue me)

• the new orchestration for the oompa loompa song is straight fire

• the LEITMOTIFS the fucking LEITMOTIFS!!!!!!!! the opening fanfare that became the basis of hatful of dreams popping up here and there. the melody to a world of your own playing whenever he thinks of his mom. every time we think willy’s safe from the cartel, ope there’s that descending major sixth again.

• (now that i think about it. sweet tooth is in g major of all keys, rather atypical of a villain song. most of the intervals are major too. it’s the trembling strings that give it that “evil” sound. and it fits so well-like, “we’re not completely immoral! time for a fun little tango! there’s colorful lights! killthisguyplsOH LOOK CONFETTI!” they’re so sinister i love it)

• the way that the intro to a world of your own echoes the intro to pure imagination

• THE ORCHESTRATION DURING “chocolate bushes, chocolate trees” etc AND THE WAY IT BUILDS OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD. MY HEART JUST BURSTS. EVERY TIME. I AM NOT IMMUNE TO CHEESY MUSICALS.

• the!! chromatic!! basslines!! in!! that!! song!!!!!!!!

• the fact that the bridge comes before the second verse-name any other songs where that happens i dare you. just another example of willy changing the narrative in every way

• the fact that sorry noodle is AN ENTIRE *OTHER* COUNTERMELODY that then falls back into the for a moment melody at the end what the FUUUUUUUUUUUCK

• the monks chanting “giraffe. a massive giraffe”. so fucking funny

• stripping down pure imagination to its essence while willy sings it to noodle was a thousand percent the right decision. and the lyric changes for the situation are sooooooo clever

• as someone who grew up with the 71 movie and has been utterly enamored with its music her whole life, i’m not the world’s hugest fan of this version’s pure imagination orchestration; i get they felt they had to do something different, it just feels slightly too modern/disneyesque, but it had the vibe that they intended for the end of the movie

• anyway god i love this score

#wonka 2023 #wonka movie #wonka #neil hannon #joby talbot #timothée chalamet #calah lane #mathew baynton #charlotte ritchie

[theearlgreymage]

New Year. Same Projects. What a Shock.

Anyways.

I've been tippy-tapping away on my keyboard. Occasionally getting help from one of my cats who think that they can type on my keyboard. (They cannot, but they don't want to listen to me.)

Massive Hello and Thanks to all of you lovely folk who have been tagging me lately. Especially this past Sunday, I feel like EVERYONE was posting then, but me - whoops. @thewholelemon @artsyunderstudy @shrekgogurt @nausikaaa @that-disabled-princess @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @hushed-chorus @aristocratic-otter

Now. Onto the WIP Wednesday!!

I have TWO WIPs to share today. And one of them is actually Carry On. So sorry for my friends that have had to deal with my latest hyper-fixation these past few months.

Excerpt from Untitled SnowBaz Oneshot

I cannot believe I let Penelope Bunce drag me out here. Every single one of my ancestors is probably rolling in their graves as I cross the threshold to the studio. (Who am I kidding, they've been rolling in their graves since I came out as gay.) I'm shocked by how many people are here, all of them talking to each other as they get settled in front of their easels. Some have pulled up stools to sit on while others opt to stand, and there's two girls that have forgone an easel entire to sit on the floor with their sketchpads in their laps. No one pays us any mind as we walk around the circle of people, finding two unclaimed spots side-by-side. "Are you going to look like that the entire time, Basil?" Penelope asks as she pulls a stool closer to her easel. I scoff at her. "Look like what?" She just rolls her eyes at me. "Like you want to set this place or yourself on fire." "Seriously?" I seethe at her in a hush, leaning in close so no one overhears our conversation. "I accidentally set --" "Penny!!" A loud voice cuts me off as a taller bloke slides in between us. "I'm so glad you came tonight!" Looking over the strangers shoulder at Penny, I'm about to ask her just who the fuck is this, but her eyes are firmly planted on this newcomer. There's an undeniable blush on her cheeks. "I said I'd be here, didn't I?" She challenges the man as she adjusts her glasses. "And I even brought a friend." At that, they both turn to look at me. "This is Basil," Penny motions from the stranger to me. "It's his first time attending a class. Basil," she addresses me this time, "this is Shep - he's the instructor for tonight's class." "Pleasure to meet you," Shep offers his hand and I take it. He has a decent grip. "Likewise." "Are you planning to stay back after the session like normal?" Shep asks, turning his head in Penelope's direction. "Of course!" She answers immediately. And with Shep still looking at her, I can't help but raise an inquisitive eyebrow at her - one that she catches. Really, Penelope? The glare that she sends my way screams oh, fuck off, Basil.

And of course, a piece from the AOT project that has a chokehold on my life still.

Excerpt from Undecided Chapter of May Their Blood Boil

I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m supposed to do now. Every eye is firmly planted on me, and all I want to do is turn and run back down the hallway - find one of the secret passageways that Erwin’s showed me to slip into and wait out the rest of this ball.  Instead, I find Erwin amongst the sea of people. It isn’t difficult, he’s ridiculously tall and his hair shines in the candlelight. Not a single hair out of place, even his eyebrows look as though they’ve been tended to for the event. He’s in a suit that looks as though it was measured to his exact measurements. A soft blue, like that of storm clouds on the horizon with a rich gold embroidery along the edges that hugs his shoulders. What’s shocking about his attire, however, is the trinket on display around his neck. He’s wearing it as he normally does, like a bolo tie, with the emerald encrusted in gold resting on the ruffles of his dress shirt.  Erwin’s eyes worry me though. That mask that he’s been determined to wear is in place again, his eyes dull despite the bright smile plastered across his lips. There’s a glass of wine in his hands, he’s holding it delicately by the stem of the glass, and when he takes a sip of it he looks up towards me. Focusing on his gaze, on the smoldering fire beneath the front he’s put in place, I walk down the steps to join the fray.  I’m so focused on Erwin, I don’t notice Reiss waiting for me at the bottom of the steps. He’s holding out a hand for me, that I want to refuse to take, but his earlier words are still resonating in my eardrums.  Behave. Or I’ll execute every person in this palace who has so much as looked in your direction.  Placing my palm in his, I bite my tongue to keep from reacting to the disgusting clamminess of his hand. His smile at my obedience makes my stomach turn and my every muscle itch for a knife to lodge in his throat.

(Fun Fact - The first 5 Chapters of this fic are on AO3 AND there may be some secret fanart for this scene.)

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[covenofthearticulate]

short & fluffy drabble request: lestat and armand cheer louis up from one of his morose moods by having a cozy night in and doing exactly what louis wants to do ❤️

I swear this started off more sweet and less silly but honestly the more I write Louis Grumpy Pants de Pointe du Lac, the less I'm able to take him seriously. Sometimes it's less about what Louis wants and more about what he needs.

"We cannot go to both," Armand follows Lestat around the room like a little duckling, quacking incessantly as he ruffs Lestat’s feathers.

"Sure we can," Lestat refuses to meet Armand's eyes even as he peers into the vanity mirror. He pops his collar, sliding a sleek black bow tie around the crisp white linen. "We all know how La Traviata ends. And, truthfully, it doesn't matter what time you pop into any of Beckett's plays— they're all nonsense, anyway. Delightful nonsense! We'll leave the opera and head over to the theater at the intermission."

"What an imbecilic idea," Armand scoffs. "The only way to ensure we enjoy neither performance."

"Give the opera tickets to Sybelle, then! It runs another week, we'll see it some other time. It’s opening night at the playhouse, and you know they need support this season, anyway— we can sneak into the donor lounge with that cute usher if you get bored."

"I don't get bored," Armand retorts with a slight pout in his features. "And we cannot go to the opera another night— Louis and I leave tomorrow!"

"Let Louis pick then!" Lestat throws up his hands, kicks impatiently at the leg of the nearby dresser as he spins to face the bed in the centre of the room, all riled and gnashing and wide-eyed on account of Armand's needling. “Come now, Louis, what will it be? Community theatre or opera? Your idiot lover double booked us.”

“I’m not your secretary, Lestat.”

“And thank god for that!” Lestat smiles a wolfish smile, hooks one arm around Armand’s waist and tugs him close. “Although I wouldn’t be opposed to getting you behind my desk. What do you think, Louis?”

They will always look to Louis in moments like this— Louis the tie-breaker, Louis the voice of reason amongst the bickering and squabbling...Louis, who is currently swaddled in bed, sheets up to his chin, playing scrabble on his phone held only inches away from his face.

"...I'm not going,” he mumbles, and immediately the tempest of hot air seems to deflate, and the room feels unnervingly still. 

There is no other explanation needed after that; the sight of Louis alone is enough to strike away the prickly exteriors and paw at the tender, sensitive core in both of his lovers. These moods are more of a rare spell and less of an overall temperament these days, but when they come along, they come on strong and leave him feeling sour and hopeless and utterly resentful towards just about anything. He doesn’t dare look away from his phone, though he can feel both sets of eyes on him, and it only makes him want to burrow further beneath the covers and cocoon himself in the warm safety of their bed until the world feels a little less daunting.

A silent breath passes through the three of them, but Armand is the first to move. Still trapped under Lestat’s embrace, he reaches up, nimble fingers working with precision to untie the bow, then undo each button before he’s able to shed the finely tailored dress shirt to the ground and reach, instead, for the wrinkled old t-shirt draped on the back of a nearby chair. 

There’s no protest from Lestat as he slips out of his Opening Night attire and grabs his sweatpants back up off the floor. Armand moves in tandem, shrugging off his velvet blazer in favor of one of Louis’ well-worn sweatshirts. And there’s nothing more to say, really, as they each crawl into bed, despite Louis’ groan of protest. There’s a softness, in fact, in Lestat’s eyes, that seems rare and beautiful to Armand. 

Lestat peels back the covers just enough to kiss at Louis’ temple, and for some reason that alone makes Armand’s chest ache. 

Come, says Lestat, in that voice Louis will never be able to hear, He needs us both. 

“I don’t need your pity.” Louis whines as Lestat shimmies under the blankets to his right while Armand joins on the left. “Go see the opera, or the play. Leave me alone. I’m serious.”

His hair musses like a great lion’s mane against the pillows as he turns his head from side to side to glower at the two of them. 

“Fresh out of pity, I’m afraid,” Lestat sighs. “Only love.”

“Disgusting,” Louis frowns.

“What would you like to do, Louis?” Armand smoothes his hand up Louis’ arm, presses a gentle kiss to the edge of his shoulder. 

“Nothing.” Louis grabs at his phone once more, lets the bright colors illuminate his pallid skin as he holds it obstinately right in front of his nose. “I don’t want to do anything. I’m going to waste the evening just like this, thank you very much.”

“Very well, then.” Lestat can’t help but laugh at the cartoonish scowl across Louis’ face. He never was as expressive as Lestat, though on rare occasions he does a fine job of projecting his emotions as a means to ward off unwanted confrontation. The only thing missing, it seems, is a little rain cloud to hover above his head.

But Armand and Lestat understand, they always do. And so they sit in silence, holding one another, counting the slow rise and fall of Louis’ chest between them. The Opera would have started five minutes ago. The playhouse would have been opening the house. 

But still they sit. 

And still Louis does not budge. 

Until about three hours in when, like a child exhausted by their own tantrum, Louis heaves a heavy sigh, throws his dead phone into the sheets at the foot of the bed, and grabs the pillow from behind him and smashes it back down on his face.

A minute goes by in absolute silence. Then another. And then, just as Louis inhales another deep sigh, the pillow is lifted from his face. Above him, Armand stares down, brow cocked and head tilted ever so slightly to the side. He’s contemplating something, but before Louis has the opportunity to ask, the pillow comes right back down on his face with a satisfying TWACK!

“Armand!”

Louis grapples at the pillow, stunned and floundering like a fish out of water to the tune of Lestat’s hyena-cackles. But as soon as he’s recovered from the attack, there is that sharpness in his eyes once more as he grips the pillow in anticipation. He flies at Armand first, of course, but suddenly there’s another SMACK against the back of his head, and he finds himself blindly whirling around to lob a hit right over top of those pretty blond curls. 

It’s beautiful chaos for one glorious minute. A searing blaze of limbs and pillows, feathers and sheets, laughter and screeches, shallow breath and beating hearts. And when it’s over, Armand and Lestat lie side by side, on their stomachs, pinned beneath their victor.

“Much better,” Armand laughs, and Louis can feel it shake the bed. 

“If we leave now, we can make it to the Opening Night afterparty.” Lestat jokes, to which Louis responds with a swift smack of a pillow and a long, crushing embrace. 

“Don’t even think about it.”

#my writing #drabble #drabbles #loustat #loumand #louis has two hands #<- my louis/armand/lestat tag <3 #THANK YOU FOR THIS LMAO I LOVE THEMMMMMMM

[totheidiot]

why i would be the avatar of the following entities

post heavily inspired by the wonderful mutual who is @cult-of-the-eye ❤️ i missed the entities who i couldn't figure out what my connection to would be. the list is in alphabetical order for organisation. a few heavy topics ahead? but i try not to get too detailed with it. post is basically my connection to the fear entities and correlating my life experiences with them.

one. the corruption : i kid you not, if i was actually an avatar, this is who i would be. without a single doubt. let's see, not to going to get too in depth, but my best friend died of dengue a while back ya da ya da ya da after she died, i fell in love with her. disease. love. fucked up stuff. you get it.

two. the desolation : there was a fire they would burn outside my old school, to burn garbage and all of that. after a particularly difficult day at school, i would always walk over there and sit myself near the fire, just stare at it. sometimes i would burn little things like paper when i was feeling very angry. that pit of fire was a friend and i had liked to watch it burn. also self-destructive behaviour.

three. the end : refer to the corruption bits. my best friend's fate would tie into the end for me. also, my most major fear, ever since i knew about the concept of having a fear, was the fear of losing loved ones. so.

four. the extinction : okay, so last year, i believe, a thing happened in my city in bangladesh. for a night, the power of the entire city shut down. no electricity in any household, the generator was shut off, not even cellular data was working. so i am talking, no lights, no internet, not even a way to call by phone. load shedding, we had to use candles. it was a weekday night too, streetlights weren't working properly and there was no way for my father to contact us to tell us that he was safe. my mother thought that the prime minister had left the country for us to suffer. pure chaos. basic technology would not work, ovens and refrigerators needed an electrical connection obv and phones were useless. i was talking about this event and the post with my sister the other day and she suggested to add this to the dark, because no light but i feel like it fits the extinction way better for reasons i cannot formulate.

five. the eye : quiet, perceptive friend who just looks odd. you know the type, that was me. i was obsessed with gathering knowledge, i had a random fun fact for every subject. i prided myself with knowing a little about everything. furthermore, i have got this uncanny ability to just Know people's secrets?? okay suppose, my friend has a secret and she's hiding something from everyone. like it's a totally small thing, she likes someone but she doesn't want anyone to know. chances are, i will know. whether it's by observing their body language or thinking it over or just lucky guess, i will know. and the thing is, i will pretend not to know too. girl decided to tell us about that crush i will act shocked like everyone else, for no reason and then i'll go up to them in private and be like, "hey, i knew it. i guessed it last week."

i don't have anything for the meat related fears (fortunately?)

six. the lonely : *puts on a presentation on why i should be a lonely avatar and goes to the first slide* your boy has Social Anxiety. but in all seriousness, isolation, loneliness, it's all second nature to me. i get bothered when people are with me and even then, it feels like they are not? like people will be talking near me and it would feel like i am not even part of their world like. it's like watching a video of people talking like i am not involved in that, even though they are right next to me. they will try to include me in their conversation maybe, but that's not where i am? how can we exist in the same plane?

seven. the spiral : this is a fun one ! most mutuals probably already know this because i talk about it so so darn often but irl, most people actually call me the idiot ! all of my friends from bangladesh, almost every classmate calls me the idiot, to the point where i actually rarely used to hear me real (albeit dead) name spoken out loud. this kind of ties into the "there is no such thing as a real name" thing. also sometimes, late in the night, i will see and remember things and wake up the next day to find that it never happened ever. once, i was talking to my mother and i mentioned her like going to a hostel because she told me stories of how she attended a hostel in eighth grade and she starred at me. she told me that she had never attended a hostel and i was like, yes?? you did?? you always told me about jt?? and she was genuinely scared.

eight. the vast: talked about this once before but once, i was listening to the magnus archives three in the morning, it was one of the space episodes. got scared and suddenly, i had that urge to look out the window and i saw stars. in a light pollution world, where seeing the moon is uncommon, i see five or six stars. still to this day, do not know if i was imagining things.

that is it for all the spooky happenings that are happening.

#🍂 arian's shit #the magnus archives #rusty quill presents: this man has too many eyes. #the fear entities #tma podcast #tma spoilers #tw death #tw disease #tw self destructive behavior #also as i was making this post my lights started flickering #so that's fun

[kitmoas]

Only the brightest are seen in the dark

Summary: Being in nature really brings out a fun side

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader x Kate

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Semi-Public Sex, strap on use (r receiving), Spit, Magic use, Play under Alcohol influence, Anal play (does that need a warning?), degrading, names, Dommy Kate :)

*As per usual, if I missed anything important let me know*

A/N: A little treat for the trick of the demonic witch Wanda fic not coming out quite yet. Just a quick, fun little drabble of our favorite little foursome. I didnt edit this sooo any mistakes are mine lol

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+***

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Currently you are kneeling at Wanda’s feet, pouting, as you stare out the window at all the kids running around. She’s humming and dancing a bit in her spot as she stirs the pesto sauce that she is working on, completely ignoring the way you try to get her attention. The speakers are drowning out your whining, and if anything it’s just frustrating. Today was supposed to be a good day but the brunette can’t just let a few things slide. 

“You forget that I can hear your loudest thoughts without even trying, little toy.” Her magic vibrates against your skin as she tips your head back to look up at her. She just stares at you, one eyebrow lifted. 

Before the witch can continue the elevator dings and out piles Peter, Yelena, Kate, and an exhausted looking Natasha. Your girlfriend crosses the room, nodding her respect at the older woman before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. “When can we break the tiny one outta jail, oh Great Wiggly One?” The archer playfully bows, teasing as she gestures to your kneeling form. 

Your best friends run up, the younger spiders crowding Wanda as they smile widely. “Do not be boring angry emo, it is scary weekend!” The blonde swipes a slice of steak, gnawing on it as she walks away. She plops down at her spot at the table with her feet up on an empty chair. 

Peter nods shyly, still a bit nervous around the powerful witch. “Yes, please Ms. Wiggly. It’s Halloween, and whatever she did the punishment can wait, can't it?” Even with a touch of flush rising to his cheeks, everyone can see the young boy is finally getting comfortable with the entire group and even the dynamic. 

You can see the older brunette’s mask start cracking, a small smile twerking up the corner of her lips. She rolls her eyes, her magic flowing from her fingertips as she plates up the dinner. Following the brunette as she walks to the table, shoving Yelena’s feet off the chair before sitting, you lay your head dutifully on her thigh as you keep your focus on her face. “After you all eat, detka here can be freed from her apparent prison.” Her scarlet lips leave a stain as she takes a sip of her wine, her free hand gesturing at the rest of the table for everyone else to start eating. 

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By the time your group made it to the secluded section of woods, the festivities were in full swing. Everyone was laughing and having a good time, all the younger agents and even the young Avengers all running around. Kate, practically bouncing in her spot, as her fingers are tangled in yours. You know she’s trying to be a good dominant foundation, keep within the boundaries and rules because of your behavioral slip up earlier, so you try to not push her weakness too much. You can see Wanda and Natasha in your peripheral vision, the two giving each other a skeptical look as they observe the archer. 

The night was fun, everyone drinking and experiencing a Stark Halloween Bash. You were surprisingly allowed to drink, though Kate was taking her role very seriously and just nursing a single Apple Elixir. Already feeling a bit buzzed, your guard was completely down as you and Yelena stumbled out of the Zombie Hunt game. “I cannot believe you left me for dead! I’m your best friend!” She was screaming flamboyantly at you, a grumpy pout decorated her painted face. 

Peter and America rolled their eyes, knowing that this would be the argument. Ignoring the other two, your jaw dropped as you swirled to look at the blonde. “Excuse you! You literally shoved Peter into the horde then told America and I to go after him while you ran away!” 

Your argument is interrupted by Kate, who slips behind you and is lifting a cup to your lips before a word is even uttered. Sinking back into her taller form, she wraps her arm around you and lets a kiss ghost your temple. Muttered praise warms you from the inside, and adds to the fog settling over your brain. You barely register her sending your friends away, a smile on your face as you realize what your life is like now compared to years before. Swaying with the love of your life as you watch your best friends run around like children, screaming at the top of their lungs. “C’mon little Chew Toy, I got one more surprise for you.” 

The archer has to support your body as the last drink fills your veins with the burning alcohol, falling over your own feet and air. You're walking away from the lights and action, deeper into the dark woods and it suddenly feels chilly when you’re not under the heat lamps. Voice slurred and slow, you try to ask the brunette where you’re going but she just shushes you. Leaning you against a random tree, she traps you there as she looks down at you. 

Tipping your chin up, she pulls you in for a kiss. It’s heated almost immediately, her lips moving against yours too quickly for your muddled brain to keep up with. A pathetic whine tears through your teeth as she pulls away, and takes a few steps back. Before you can complain, two figures drop down from out of the tree above you. 

Gloved hand covering your mouth before you can scream, and it’s only when you see the crimson mist hovering in the air that you realize who it is. Wanda and Natasha are standing side by side, dressed fully in black even with masks over their faces. You look around trying to find Kate, but you realize that here in the dark you can barely see her as well. Her dark hooded costume makes her almost melt into the shadows while your bright nonsensical costume stands out aggressively. 

You’re being pulled around, shifted and shoved, as the three silently manhandle your body. Cool leather touches your bare thigh, making you squeak at the temperature change. “You know, your Mommy really made a good choice putting you in this slutty little skirt.” The ginger’s voice is rough, raspy in your ear as she gropes your ass. 

Unsure if it’s the alcohol buzzing through your system or your natural reaction to the widow, but you’re already starting to feel warmth growing in your stomach. Kate slides up next to you, her calloused fingers roughly tangling in your hair as she yanks your head back to look up at her. Running her free thumb down your face, cooing at your unfocused eyes, she pops it past your lips. “Such a dumb lil thing, already can’t think and your Daddy has barely touched you.” 

A twig breaks and you see Wanda hovering a few steps back, her fingers dancing with a small red orb. She just shakes her head, a stern look on her face as she pointedly stares at Natasha. The feeling of the ginger’s hands cupping your breasts, makes your eyes flutter, the thin shirt barely a boundary between the two of you. Her soft touch as she pulls and twists as your nipples is always something that overwhelms you, lighting the fire of arousal deep in your bones. 

Kate drags your focus back to her, smashing your mouths together in a messy kiss. Heated and forcing you into immediate submission as she forces her tongue in your mouth, her grip still tangled in your hair at the base of your skull. Just like every other time the two of you kiss, your heart stutters and your breath catches in your throat. The way the archer claims your mouth is different than how anyone else ever kisses you, such a casual dominance filled with the most pure feeling of love and adoration that you truly get lost in it. 

It wasn’t until a low vibration began spreading along your stomach, making your muscles twitch, that you tried to pull away from your make out session. A rough yank on your sore nipples makes you yelp, tearing your face out of the young Avenger’s grip. “Nuh uh, Malyshka, focus on what you’re feeling.” Her grip on your breasts drags you back, grinding into you as you moan. The feeling of a hard bulge draws a wet spot on your flimsy thong, your arousal finally leaking through. 

A broken moan falls from your open lips, when the ghost of fingers slip along your slit. Rubbing your clit as Natasha grinds into you, Kate is unzipping her costume. Holding onto your jaw, she lets you have a few moments of drooling over her flexing abs as they come into view. “Such a pretty mouth making such pretty noises already.” 

The vibrations grow along your clit, slipping down to your leaking hole. “Enough playing around, people are going to start looking for us and today isn’t a day that I want to share the Toy.” Wanda’s voice is stern, directing her attention at the Russian who has been barely touching you. You feel more than hear the ginger chuckle against you, her bulge rutting into you and forcing the misty orb to slip into you. “If you’re going to fuck her, get to it. Unless you can’t get the courage to, are you scared of the woods Natsy?” The mocking tone makes you clench around the small quivering sphere. 

Drawing you in, the archer slips two fingers into your mouth. Shoving them down your throat, her lip slipping out to lick at her bottom lip. It doesn’t take long for your fuzzy brain to start reacting, mumbling out Puppy the more she gags you. Strands of drool start dropping, catching along your jaw. “Open your mouth. Let me play with my little Fuck Toy.” Not another second of warning, Kate’s drool covered fingers roughly gag you before ripping from your mouth. 

Heaving mixes with your whimpers, the magic filling you pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Eyes fixated on how the CEO in front of you strokes her dark purple strap, covering it in your drool. “Yea, cmon Master. Don’t get all soft on me now.” Kate’s voice makes you whine, shrill and catches the attention of a few lower level agents who try to see what the commotion is. A deep resonating growl pulls from the brunette’s lips as she forces her strap into your mouth, muffling the loud gag. 

The magic within you is leaving your thighs shaking, growing as it vibrates in you. It didn’t take much more than the mutt mocking her for Natasha to finally jump into the game. Flipping up your skirt, she slips your thong to the side. Taking a second to watch the way you clench around the leaking scarlet, the ginger finally lets a strand of spit land on your puckered hole. 

As her hips push the head of her strap jade eyes flicker up to meet dark ocean, she teasingly lifts her eyebrow. “Don’t get too cocky now, Mutt. I know you won’t last longer than Toy here, maybe you’ll even break the little witch’s rule of the night.” Between the anger that flares in Wanda’s magic and the way the two Avengers thrusting into you at a competitive level, you had a feeling that this would be the end of Halloween for you but the start of something even more fun. 

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[deans-baby-momma]

LAW AND LOVE

A/N: Just posting to see if there is any interest......

"You've got to be kidding me!" I groan as I eye the deflated tire on my car. "I don't have time for this. Seriously!"

After my 10 hour shift at the restaurant, the last thing I wanted to be doing at dusk was changing a flat. I was exhausted and just needed a good soak in the tub. With a large glass of wine. Red. Hell, forget the glass, give me the whole dang bottle. 

I press the slide key in to unlock the trunk and open the hatch to pull out the spare and jack when I see shattered glass on the ground around my vehicle. The fucking passenger window is completely busted.

"Oh fuck me!" I sigh as I leave the rear of the car to go inspect the damage.

Looking through the window I can see the center console is up, where I kept all my spare change and different odds and ends. My console is the equivalent of a junk drawer in someone's home. The glove compartment is not only open but hanging precariously from its hinges, the contents scattered across the seat and floorboard. 

"What the hell…." I ask no one in particular as I pull my phone out to call 9-1-1.

"Helena Emergency Services," the operator answers after a half ring.

"Yes,  I need to report a break-in and request police assistance."

"What's your address ma'am?" 

"I'm in the parking lot on 3rd and Independence.  Someone broke into my car," I explained.

"Okay, I have an officer in the area and have paged him to your location."

"Thank you," I sigh as I run a hand down my face. This is the last thing I need to happen!

"Ma'am, do you need me to stay in the line? Do you think the perp is still in the area?"

"Uh…..oh….um…I don't know," I say as I scan the area. "I don't think so. It's pretty deserted right now."

"Okay. The sheriff is only about 2 minutes away so if you feel safe, I'll go ahead and hang up."

"Yea," I smile in thanks, although I know the operator cannot see me. "Thank you for your help."

The line goes dead and I slip the phone back into my pocket and cross my arms as I await the cop coming to take my report.

Wait, did she say Sheriff? Even though this screws up my day I didn't think it was crucial enough to elicit the Sheriff. I'm sure he has more important things to take care of than a car break-in. But she did say he was in the area so maybe it's just a case of who was closest. 

I kick at the gravel and small shards of glass as I wait. In no time at all, an older model faded red truck pulls in. I can see there is only one occupant in the cab and I hold my breath, hoping and praying that it's not the perp coming back.

I watch warily as the man in the pickup parks and gets out. He steps out of the truck and I hold my breath as he reaches back into the cab. Is he grabbing the weapon that will be my demise?

Thankfully, he pulls out a beige Stetson and proceeds to sit it on his head. As he approaches, I can't help but notice his bow-legged cowboy stride. How appropriate for Montana.

I let out a shaky breath as the badge on his belt shines in the early evening light. 'Oh thank God, it's the sheriff!' I tell myself.

"What seems to be the problem sweetheart?" he asks and I swear to the heavens that every bone in my body melts at the cadence of his honeyed voice. 

'Problem? The only problem I have is you're not inside me, fucking me raw.'

I clear my throat and my gutter of a mind and try to remember what my original complaint was. As the sheriff steps closer, I hear the crunch of glass under his boots and it dawns on me.

"Someone decided to break into my car," I tell him as we both survey the damage. I can't stop myself from sneaking glances in his direction. He was a very gorgeous man (can you call a man gorgeous?) His bone structure is impeccable; his profile is perfect. 

“Have you noticed anything missing?” he asks but I can’t seem to pull myself away from staring. When he turns his head and his forest green eyes meet mine, I realize he’d spoken to me. Is that a smile in his expression? Can eyes smile? 

“Oh…um…what?” I respond, embarrassingly. 

“Have you noticed if anything has been taken, Miss……?” he questions again, subtly asking for my name. 

“Oh, uh no?” I answer, not sure because I hadn’t really been paying attention. “And you can call me Y/N, Officer.” Two can play that game.

“Okay. Well, Y/N. I’m Sheriff Beau Arlen but you can call me Beau,” he replies. “Is there anyone with a vendetta against you? Anyone you can think of who might want to cause you trouble?”

“Just an ex in a couple states over,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders. “But I doubt he’d travel all this way. Too much work and it would take away from his hobbies.”

“And what hobbies would that be?”

“Other than sleeping with anyone other than me, he plays online video games. He has made it his life mission to conquer every player alive.”

“Well Y/N, I must say this ex of yours sure seems like he’s got a few screws loose,” Beau tells me, looking straight at me. 

“More than a few,” I laugh. “But yea, I seriously doubt he’d put the energy into coming to Helena to break into my car. Hell, he doesn’t even know what kind of vehicle I drive now anyways.”

“Okay, so we can rule the idiot ex out,” Beau determines. “Anyone else?”

“Well, I’ve only been here for a little over a month and other than a pissy customer, no. But I don’t think it would warrant this.”

“Hmmm, so we moved to town at about the same time, huh?”

“You’re new too?” I ask, with a tilt of my head. “How did you become Sheriff so quickly?”

“I’m the interim sheriff until the actual sheriff gets back on his feet,” he explains and then pulls out a notepad. “So I’m guessing I need to take down some information.”

I nod as I contemplate the way he swiftly transformed into his Sheriff role. ‘What is he hiding? He shut the conversation down quickly and deftly.’ I give him my contact information and a list of what I could remember that was in the vehicle, then he offered me a ride home; which I took because my new home was on the other side of town.

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblin @sea04056140561 @delightfullykrispypeachch @larajadeschmidt133 @atc744 @vicariouslythruspnspn @squirrelnotsamm  @sandlee444 @blacktithe77 @hoboal87 @mogarukee @deanwanddamonsns @supraveng @deandreamernp @akshi827878 @lyarr244 @kazsrm677 @chriszgirl922

#law and love #jensen ackles #big sky #beau arlen #montana #helena

[pokegalla]

Fuck it.

Being Self Indulgent today-

Cannot resist-

Also I blame @tryslogic (Rebel belongs to them)

(Can be seen as X Reader too! Phoenix is Dream and Smoke is Blue in case there is any confusion!)

Denial

“Better hurry it up bitch boy! Might just get away if you keep being this slow!” I taunted the winged skeleton as I sat on the rooftop casually.

“Perhaps if you would stop being such a coward and FACE me!” Phoenix shouted back.

I just flipped him off making him fly after me. I laugh and slide down the roof dangerously before jumping through a window of an abandoned building. I got a little too cocky though as I almost didn’t notice him follow in right after me. I block his claymore with my crowbar, deflecting his attacks before hopping on his blade, balancing on it.

“Jeez you are one stubborn man aren’t you….?” I asked with an eye roll. He shakes me off easily and I had to roll away quickly as he tried stabbing me while I was down.

“It is my job to bring justice. And I refuse to let you get away!” Phoenix said as he tried to pull away his sword. But I managed to kick him down.

I crouch down beside him, “………pfffft- you look so done with my shit. It’s hilariously cute✨” I pat his head, not noticing a little blush had appeared on his face, “Cut that out…..”

“Cut what out?” I smirk looking back at him. Ok now I was just messing with him. I had to be.

Phoenix huffed, “Teasing me! Cut it out and take this SERIOUSLY!”

“Hmmmmmmmmm…….nah✨” I laughed mischievously before getting up, “Gotta go though. Was fun fucking with yah! Have a good day!”

I try running again but I always forget and underestimate his speed as he quickly pins me against the wall. I look up at him surprised. He glared down at me but I couldn’t help but feel a different tension. It appears sometimes but this time it was much stronger.

“Stop……making this so difficult…..,” He says in a hushed voice.

“HA! Why? This is way more fun anyway. Oh are you just salty that it’s taking you this long to apprehend me?” I tease.

He leans in, getting in my face, “Shut up. Do you have to act like such a little brat? Or do you just LOVE tormenting me?”

I get in his face too, “Does it bother you princey? Or are you in denial about how much you’re enjoying this?✨”

“I will enjoy it once I have you behind bars,” He says with more authority, “As if I’d have fun with a criminal like you…..”

We stare into each other’s eyes for a good minute. Were we glaring? Trying to intimidate each other? No. That was the confusing part. Both of us finally realized it and get flustered and awkward, glancing away immediately. That was…..odd. Now we were both feeling a little confused in mixed emotions.

“Um…..mind backing away,” I just noticed how close we were too.

“Oh! Right…..my apologies…..,” He backs away completely. I realized this was actually a perfect opportunity and I made my escape. “WAIT- DAMMIT!!!” I laugh mischievously as I ran off.

But that feeling…..it didn’t go away even when I left. Phoenix leaned against the wall with a sigh, not bothering to chase me. He didn’t quite understand it. I was a criminal! He HAD to bring me to justice! And yet…..he almost didn’t want to.

“Dammit…..,” He muttered to himself, “What did you do to me…..?”

I was in the same boat as him really. Even with my friends I ended up staying to myself in my own thoughts. I was just messing with him. I don’t actually like him……right? He is LITERALLY after me!!!

I sigh, “Dammit…..stupid pigeon…..”

My friends and Phoenix’s subordinates were thinking the same thing really……

Wow we were deep in denial-

Rebel laughs, “You really want that bird bitch’s DIC-“ I bonk them immediately-

Meanwhile…….

Smoke laughs at his boss, “Woooooow you are down bad-“ He gets bonked immediately-

#my writing #undertale au #self insert #fluff #tension #romance #lovers in denial trope #enemies to lovers #action #undertale au x reader #ds dream #dreamswap dream #self indulgence at its finest #unitytale #dreamswap blue #ds blue #teasing #undertale au oneshot

[maynardmaniac07]

Seriously?! (Vikram Barn/Vikkstar123 Smut)

A/N: No one requested this one but I came up with this idea after watching the Sidemen Memory Test: Sus Edition

Vik's POV

As I'm sitting on the sofa filming with the rest of the Sidemen, the last thing that I expect to see is my girlfriend coming up on the screen as a thirst trap

I've been dating Y/N for around 2 months and as much as I have wanted to tell the boys about her, we just wanted to see how things go

Y/N is a model for multiple different types of sport magazines, not just because she has a beautiful body but also because she is a keen golfer

I followed her on Instagram around 6 months ago and we just started talking from there, after she sent me a DM saying that she loved watching my live streams and videos

She is a massive nerd at heart really

Simon presses play on the final video and Y/N appears on the screen in a light purple strappy top with her nipples extremely visible under her top

The video plays of her hitting a few golf balls

As the video plays JJ says "I can't look at anything else" meaning that he cannot take his eyes off her tits

But then again neither can I

All I can think about is her perky breasts and all the nights that we have spent together

Thank god, I am sat under this SDMN blanket because I can feel myself getting slightly hard after seeing the video

"Don't ask me the colour of anything" I state with a laugh trying to cover up the sheer jealousy that I am feeling thinking about all the other boys looking at her like I do

I stay silent for the rest of the bit because I can feel myself reeling in jealously as the comments about her body from the other boys come rolling in

I've never seen that video before and I didn't know that she made thirst traps like that

The video quickly ends and towards the end Harry suggests that I have a boner under the blanket which causes everyone to laugh

Not wanting to confirm his suspicions, as soon as we are done filming as I know that I have nothing else left to film today I leave in a cab and head for Y/N's flat

When I get there, I say hello to the concierge that recognises me from the amount of times that I have visited her

I go up in the lift and I walk straight to her flat and knock on the door

The door swings open to reveal Y/N in a sports bra and some cycling shorts

I look at her in the eyes

"Bedroom now" I bluntly tell her

She is quick to turn around and rush to her bedroom

I shut the door behind me and I follow her through the hallway and walk into her bedroom to see her sat on the end of her bed looking down

I lift her head up with my fingers and I kiss her deeply

My hands find their way to the band of her bra and I lift it up

Our lips disconnect, I lift the bra over her head and arms and I see her boobs bouncing since they have been set free from the bra

She lays back and slides off her shorts and panties before throwing them on the floor

I quickly take off my shirt, jogging bottoms and pants

I get on top of her on the bed and reach forward into her bedside table and pull out a condom before slipping it on

I look at her to see if everything was ok and If I was ok to proceed, Y/N understands what the look means and nods

I slowly slide into her and let out a groan once I am fully in

"Ugh, please move" Y/N moans

I start sliding in and out of Y/N at a brutal place letting my frustration of seeing the video out

"I saw a thirst trap of you playing golf today, where did Simon get it from?" I ask as I speed my thrusts up

"Fuck, he DM'd me and asked me if I would do it for a video" She says between moans

"And you seriously decided to do it?!" I exclaim

"Fuck Vik, I did it because I knew you would see it!" Y/N admits

Then it hits me

She wanted me to get jealous and riled up

"You wanted this? You wanted me to fuck you like this?" I ask grabbing her hips

She wraps her legs around my waist, I thrust deeply which causes her to moan loudly

"Yes! Wanted you to fuck me like you hated me!" She admits letting her dirtiest thoughts come out

She tightens around me as her climax hits her, which causes me to spill into the condom

"Fuck!" I exclaim

We both let out deep breaths as we fall next to each other on the bed

I throw the condom in the bin next to the bed, before turning and pulling Y/N close to me

"You know I didn't do it to upset you" she mumbles to me

I laugh

"I know you didn't but maybe we should tell the boys that we are together just to stop JJ obsessing over your nipples" I suggest

We both laugh and cuddle together

I can't believe she made that video to make me jealous and horny

She is so mischievous and I love that about her!

A/N: PLEASE REQUEST IMAGINES

Masterlist

#vikram barn #vikkstar123 #simon minter #miniminter #olajide olatunji #jj olatunji #ksi #ksiolajidebt #harry lewis #wroetoshaw #w2s #josh bradley #zerkaa #tobi brown #tbjzl #tobjizzle #ethan payne #behzinga #youtube #youtuber #youtubers #sidemen #ultimate sidemen #sidemen imagines #sidemen smut #one shot #imagines #imagine #smut

[chilly-me-softly]

Big Brother • Mason Mount

Request: Mason is either you dad or brother and you started your first period and you don’t know what to do and you at training and some one said a something and he help u hope that make sense

You and Mason are four years apart, he is the eldest and you have always adored him. Your mother often says that you were always attached to him, whatever he did. So it was only a matter of time for you to start playing football like him and with him.

As you grew older, you realised that you liked it, that it could be your life and you started to take training more seriously, dreaming of playing in a stadium full of people cheering for you and of winning many important trophies.

Your parents left you both at the camp that afternoon, you're sure of that since you went in the same car. Yet no matter where you look you cannot find your brother Mason anywhere. You wander the corridors cautiously trying to hear his laugh or catch a glimpse of him, but there seems to be no sign of him in that place suddenly too big for you.

Panic is taking hold of you more and more, the breath you have tried to keep under control as much as possible is slipping from your hands. You enter what turns out to be the physio room and there is no one there, it seems like a dream. Or rather a nightmare.

Instead, someone is there that you haven't noticed panicking, he approaches you and you shrug as soon as he tries to brush past you. "Call Mason" is all you say before you go and hide in the corner of that room.

And you don't actually know how long it's been since you huddled there, after stealing a tablecloth and hiding under it trying to be invisible. When such a familiar voice makes you whimper.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N) what happened? I... I'm going to take this off you now okay?" slowly that piece of cloth slides off your head but you still hold it tightly preventing it from uncovering your legs.

"So what happened?" seventeen year old Mason looks at you trying not to show his concern but his eyes give it away having always been very expressive.

"Where were you? I couldn't find you" you mutter and he feels like someone has punched him in the chest, seeing you so small and helpless hasn't happened in a long time. You always wanting to appear bigger than you are. "I need your help"

"Are you hurt?" he tries to put a hold on his racing brain thinking about what could have possibly happened, as you shake your head wiping away a tear as your mind replays what happened only moments ago.

"Hey, you know you can tell me anything" so you murmur those words which he genuinely struggles to understand though and his expression in another context would have made you genuinely laugh.

"I got my period" you spell correctly this time, gaze down and embarrassment taking over you.

"Ooh" you hear Mason murmur as he shifts position resting his back against the nearby wall and pulling you to himself, "it's okay, nothing to be ashamed of"

"No it's not! Or the girls- they..." they wouldn't have been so mean.

"What did they say?" his tone of voice becomes more serious, his older brother's protective instincts wasting no time in kicking in.

"Nothing"

"(Y/N)" he calls you back, a hand of his continuing to rhythmically stroke your hair, creating a calming effect. And you sigh, not really wanting to tell that part out loud. You just want to bury it somewhere and forget about it as soon as possible, but you know Mason would keep pressing and he wouldn't let you do that now that you've let bits slip out.

"They... started mocking me for messing my trousers"

"All of them?"

"No not everyone but- does it make a difference?"

"No" he sighs, leaving a kiss on your temple. He would like to say more to cheer you up but he doesn't think a catchphrase is what you need right now.

"Okay here's what we're going to do. We're going to get changed and as soon as we get home we're going to hide out in your room and watch some movies and eat some chocolate"

"How do you know all this stuff? It's for the girls isn't it?!" 

"Only for my beautiful little sister" he grins innocently as you roll your eyes, then a grimace paints itself on your face. "Mase I- I can't move"

"Can you wait here for a moment?" you nod as his body moves away from yours and you follow him with your gaze until he disappears through the door. You huff hiding your face in your hands and suppressing a scream of frustration.

Every little noise makes your heart jolt, praying that no one but Mason will come through that door. And you almost breathe a sigh of relief when you finally see your brother coming back towards you with something in his hand.

"I brought you one of my shorts and... well I asked one of the ladies if she had a- a you know"

"Thanks Mase" a genuine smile forms on your face as you save him from his moment of embarrassment and quickly hug him wanting to thank him for being there once again.

Mason laughs amused to see you after you've changed, "That short barely covers my knees, look how it fits you instead"

"Ha ha very funny Mason"

"Hey bitchy, I'm not going to do this with you for the rest of my life from now on is that clear."

"Yeah yeah make fun of me, go ahead"

And although you've calmed down since you were frantically looking for Mason just a while ago, you still feel awkward walking down those corridors. Convinced that everyone is there to stare at you. And several times you pull Mason by the shirt intimating him not to stop and talk to anyone, wanting to get to the car park as quickly as possible and sink into the seat all the way home.

Mason stares at you on the drive home, your gaze turned to the window lost in the landscape passing quickly before your eyes. His little sister, now a little woman. He is a little afraid, if he has to be honest, for what is to come from now on. You are growing up and with you so is his role as older brother, your relationship becoming more serious finding in each other someone to confide in. And he doesn't even get to think about you struggling with adolescence and boys and all that. No, absolutely not.

#mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount imagines #mason mount one shot #football imagine #football imagines

[willkimurashat]

Giving you even more hot takes for an "I told you so" moments, or opportunities for you to dress me in a clown costume:

Application 5: Àrtîstê

*Sigh* I’m sorry, but I cannot take this man seriously. I just know he makes those cringey POV tiktoks. You know, where he’s like nodding into the camera while biting his thumb and trying to seduce me with a lewk, but it just makes me wanna run far far away. Like, please, don’t embarrass yourself, babes. Anyways, ahem, the boy’s living in a pink world with unicorns and rainbows and roses and romance. “I made her a candlelit dinner🥺” and “you can’t measure romance😮‍💨” and “I look for love everywhere I go🥰”, like bb no. For those who says he’s giving Will - they’re both artistic, sure, but Will was at least aware of who they are and what the world is like, aka “I’m an artist but I do work on the side because I can’t pay the bills”. This guy? No. He’s yet to have that revelation. But I’m not saying he can’t change…

Application 6: Vampire DJ

She is a firecracker, a bit impulsive. She’s busy all the time, running around doing her errands and working a lot. I bet she heard all these “but you’re a DJ, it’s not a real job” comments and at first she tried to fight them, but at this point she just kinda lets it slide. That’s probably why her relationships don’t work out - they feel like she doesn’t put in enough effort, maybe she’s always late or forgets important dates, but people don’t really put themselves in her shoes either. Again, she’s impulsive, acts before she thinks, says things she doesn’t mean. She said it herself, she pretends she doesn’t care, but cares a lot. She masks her feelings with jokes. Says she’s okay being alone, but desperately craves something real, and so far it hasn’t worked out. Been burned in the past and distanced herself emotionally from getting attached, but is ready to give it another try. She’s one of those people who seem very lighthearted and chill on the surface, but are so messed up deep inside.

Application 7: Squirrel Chaser

Not gonna lie, he seems like a sweetheart. Pure heart, shy, gentle. Socially anxious and awkward, even though he doesn’t look like it to others around him, and certainly not when he’s dancing. In fact, that’s probably the only time he actually feels content and confident - when he dances. The chances that he’s lying on his application are slim - I can totally pick up on the “level-headed chill guy” vibes in all his responses, so I bet he’s at least honest (and loyal;)). But he’s not without his vices: he’s not the one to go all in, he’s a bit scared of big feelings, will definitely hold out until he’s 100% sure it’s real, but how will he ever know if he doesn’t really give it a chance? He’s a slowburn me thinks. I will warn you though, he could either be Bobby-sweetheart OR Alfie-sweetheart (aka wolf in sheep’s clothing).

And that is all we have - thank you for indulging me! These are just my opinions of course. I could be right, but I could also be very wrong - take it with a grain of salt:)

Part 1 in case you missed it😉

#don’t take me seriously #(or do - your choice) #litg #love island the game #litg s6 #litg double trouble