#we recently decided to. less than a month before the con. change one of our cosplay plans.

[riwrite]

hauughhgjahg 👍

#im probably not gonna really use icons for these two tho. at least for a while #i do not have the spare spoons to icon two whole new muses atm <3 i havent been able to even be here as it is #but in case ur wondering how bad this series has captured me and also my roommate body and soul. #we recently decided to. less than a month before the con. change one of our cosplay plans. #speaking of which. i have to go back into the cosplay mines. its time for me to sew velvet for the first time and i am so afraid #( its also gonna be a floor-length gown. with huge weird sleeves. arachne soul eater 😔 ) #‧ miscellaneous. → 「 out. 」

[itgetsdarksometimes35]

For Freedom

Warnings: This chapter: none; the series: non-con, dub-con, depression, forced marriage, angst, forced pregnancy, 18+

Word count: 4,237

Pairings: Dark!Bucky Barnes / Reader

Summary: Reader is the youngest girl in her family. After being sold to Bucky Barnes, and forced to have his child, she and her sisters look for a way to escape.

~ indicates time change

- indicates a POV change

A/N: Hey you guys! I know I planned on this being the ending, but I thin this will be a small series. The next part will be the ending for sure, though. Hope you enjoy, next thing out will be Love In True Form, and then I’ll get to work on challenges. Then after that, I may have a new series for you all...

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It took months to save up enough money. You only needed enough to get two one-way tickets to Germany, but you were scared to take out too much in fears of James finding out. In that time, your oldest sister, Lucille, had twin boys. She had 5 sons altogether now, and you couldn’t wait to see her again. You hadn’t spoken to her since she was married and taken away years ago; Anne seemed to be the person who was doing all the communicating for you all. The second oldest, Vienna, had 3 daughters before she finally had her son. Her husband refused to give up until he had an “heir.” Anne had only 3 children, two boys and a girl. All the names to your nieces and nephews were a mystery, along with their faces and ages. You could guess Lucille’s twins’ ages were less than a year, but you could never be sure. Anne knew you had your son, but she didn’t know his name. She never asked, and she told you not to tell her. You weren’t sure if your other sisters knew, but it would only be a matter of time before they did. 

Bucky had turned 1 years old a month prior to you both leaving. James threw a small party at a local amusement park that he had rented out for the entire day. His friends and family were the only in attendance, as usual, and the older kids enjoyed the rides while Bucky smiled at all his guests and messed his face with icing from his safari cake. James had been so happy to plan the party; balloon animals, a small petting zoo, and face painting areas all decorated the park. You couldn’t deny the way he beamed at Bucky as he screamed in affection at the baby goat drinking from the bottle or the way he giggled at the stuffed rabbit James’ friend, Natasha, had gifted him. James wasn’t loving with you, but you were thankful it didn’t carry over to Bucky. You wished yours and James’ situation was different. Maybe you’d love him in different lights. 

When James thought you were buying groceries one day, you went out to get you and Bucky’s passport and buy your tickets. The passports would be ready and shipped to your house in 5 weeks, you paid an extra fee to get the expedition processing, and our flight would be the following week.

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“See ya tonight, bud.” James caressed Bucky’s head while speaking to the pouting toddler. Bucky was always upset to see his daddy leave for work, and overjoyed when he came back. Your heart clenched. Were you doing the right thing? Then James turned to you and you shook the thought away. Of course you were. 

“Have a good day, dear. We’ll miss you,” You chirped as you kissed James on the cheek. He turned his mouth up in a small smile before kissing you on the lips. 

“Can’t wait to get back.” He winked at you and your stomach turned at his crud intentions. You were nothing but a walking toy for him, something to cook him food and bear his children. You faked a smile before dipping into the house while James drove off. 

You shut the door and quickly walked upstairs, your cab would be here in an hour. Plenty of time to pack. You set Bucky in his playpen and he looked at you as you frantically moved around yours and James’ shared room trying to throw useful items into the suitcase you brought to the house the day you moved in. 

“Da-da,” Bucky cooed from the pen as he picked up a block to start stacking. 

“Da-da went to work, baby. Now you and mommy are going to go on a trip,” You turned to your son and smiled at him, “Are you excited?” You talked in your baby voice and your son smiled back at you. His 3 teeth on full display for you. 

Your suitcase was filled with as many clothes as you saw fit. Everyone had specific items to bring, and your job was the clothes. Anne and Lucille would bring baby supplies, diapers, sippy cups, toys, etc; Vienna shared your job. The plan was to pack light, anything other than what you absolutely needed had to be left--including photos, and then drain your husband’s bank account for money. Finding out James’ banking information was the hardest thing for you to do, he kept it all locked in a safe in a room that was always locked. After snooping on him one night after he thought you were asleep, you were surprised to see the combination was the day of your marriage. 

As you were leaving the bedroom, you saw Bucky’s baby book. It wasn’t big, and you could fit it in your purse. There were millions of photos on the walls, but none of them were personal to you. They were high tech and flashy photos James had spent too much money on. None of them looked natural. Then again, you had never felt natural with him. But that book held photos you had captured with an old polaroid you found in the basement.  The film was just as old, but there was enough to last you years. You grabbed it and stuffed it into your purse as the Taxi started honking. You picked Bucky up from his playpen and left. You would just have to deal with Anne’s complaining when you got to Germany. 

The taxi dropped you off at the airport 45 minutes before you were supposed to board. You rolled your suitcase over to the bank that was next door, and entered with Bucky on your hip. James listed you as an account holder in the case of an emergency. You were positive he hadn’t seen anything wrong with this, you’d still need to know his information, and he probably thought he had broken you beyond the point of willing yourself to run. Little did he know. 

“Good morning, I’d like to withdraw some funds from my husband’s account,” You said to the older woman with a blonde bob and bright red lipstick. She smiled and set the glasses hanging around her neck on her nose before turning to the screen ahead of her. 

“Alright, name please.” You told her and she typed a few times. “And his?” She looked at you, and you noticed a bit of lipstick in her teeth. 

“James Buchanan Barnes.” The woman nodded and typed away.

“Da-da,” Bucky yelled and you looked down at him with a smile. 

“That’s right, honey, that’s daddy’s name.” Bucky smiled up at you before grabbing at your hair to play with. 

“Oh, he’s a cutie,” The older woman exclaimed, “Can he have a lollipop?” She reached into a brown bowel on the counter separating the two of you before pulling out a blue sucker. 

“I don’t see why not. Thank you.” You took the blue lollipop before turning to Bucky who was eyeing the candy with intensity. “What do you say?” 

“Tank to!” You unwrapped the lollipop before handing it to Bucky. He grabbed it with his chunky hand before greedily sucking on it, already getting a blue sticky streak on his mouth.

You turned your attention back to the blonde, and she asked you for your name and bank information. You gave it to her as she continued to type away at her computer. “Alright, can you tell me the amount you’d like to withdraw today?” 

You cleared your throat before answering, “All of it.”

The woman’s eyes got big. “Ma’am, there’s 2 million dollars in here. Can you give a reason?”

“Yes ma’am.” You adjusted Bucky on your hip as you tried to remember your lie. “My husband, James, was recently in a horrible accident at his job. I understand the hospital can take the money from the account, but they’ve given me the option to give it to them in person as well. I was on my way to catch a flight to him, and decided this was a route I’d like to take. Our insurance wouldn’t inflate because they wouldn’t have to pay anything, too, and now that we have this little one,” You lifted your hip that carried Bucky a bit higher, “I want our insurance as good as possible. We never know, you know?”

The blonde looked as if she were about to cry. “Oh, you poor thing! Yes, of course I understand completely. I have 2 daughters, and when their father got sick our insurance and healthcare went completely down the drain. I wish I could’ve had the money you have, I know it can be terrifying to have bad policies when raising children. Especially young ones.” You were nodding your head, trying to look pitiful. You felt bad for lying, especially to this woman. She looked so bad for you and was able to relate to your fake story. Your stomach flipped, and you felt like you were going to be sick.

“Thank you, I’m sorry about your husband. It’s a horrible situation that some of us are put in.”

The woman agreed and typed on the computer again. A register was opened and she counted out taped together stacks of money. She put them in a cream colored bag along with a receipt and handed it to you. 

“I hope everything goes okay for you and your little one. Us moms have to stay strong and do what’s best.” 

You held back tears at the woman’s words. “That we do.”

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You made your way back to the airport as Bucky babbled a song from a show you both watch together. The bank teller, who’s name you learned to be Camille, informed you that your husband would be emailed by the bank about the deposit due to legal protocol. You knew James checks his email religiously and that he got notifications on his phone. You knew that he was probably on a phone call with the bank right now, screaming into the phone. But you didn’t care.

By the time he figured out you’d left, you’d be in Germany. Or close to it. You planned on destroying your trail once you got there. Anne had planned it all out. She deleted her history and told you to destroy all your letters by burning them. She led her husband to believe you all had traveled to Greece with undeleted searches. It would throw all of them off for a bit, but eventually you knew they’d figure out you went to Germany. You all knew that you couldn’t stay together after a while, it’d be too risky. You knew at some point one of you might get caught, and the rest would have to save themselves. You were fugitives, trapped in your own homes, with men that were supposed to provide security as the guards. But, until then, you’d stick together as long as possible. You were stronger as a team during the weaker parts of the beginning. 

As you boarded the plane you felt a wave of nausea hit you. You rushed to the plane bathroom with Bucky still in your arms. You threw the door open, and emptied your stomach into the toilet bowl. 

“Uh oh,” Bucky said, making you laugh at his purity. 

“It’s okay, honey, mommy’s just a little nervous,” You reassured your son. You flushed and washed your hands before stepping out of the cramped room to find your seat. The plane took off soon after that. 

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You were jerked awake as a flight attendant tapped your shoulder, her brown hair pulled tight into a low bun. 

“Sorry to wake you, ma’am,” She had a smooth voice that you felt could put you right back to sleep, “But you’ve arrived at your destination.”

“Okay, thank you.” She smiled at you before standing up straight to move to the back of the plane to wake up other passengers. Bucky was asleep in your arms, and you planned to keep him that way. He had been good throughout the entire flight, but you weren’t surprised. He was such an easy baby, you couldn’t have been blessed with a better one. Especially not in your circumstances. 

You got off the plane and went in search of your suitcase in the bag return. You quickly found it before you headed out of the crowded airport. Bucky was quick to wake up after hearing the commotion of the early Wednesday morning traffic. Taxi drivers were yelling in German and English to the people exiting the airport, offering them a ride for a “price they couldn’t get elsewhere.” You would’ve taken the offer, but knew that you had to wait for the bus. Anne had said it’d be easier to hide that way. The taxi driver would ask for a direct address while the bus would drop you off at another station. Miles from your true destination. Plus the bus driver was less likely to remember you. 

Your stomach growled as Bucky bounced in your lap. You had eaten on the plane, but had vomited nearly everything up. Your stomach wasn’t agreeing with anything today, but you knew it was just the guilt and nerves you felt. Everything would go back to normal once you were with your sisters, and plus they would have something good for you to have at the house. 

The bus smelled and was cramped with loud people on their way to work. They spoke words you couldn’t comprehend loudly in your ear, and Bucky sat amazed at them. When your stop came, you eagerly grabbed your suitcase, bag, and son and all but jumped off the bus, glad to be rid of it for now. You followed a path Anne described in great detail until you came to houses with numbers. You dragged your tired body along them until you found the number that had played in your head for the past few days. Number 39. Your new home

You climbed the three steps up to the brown, wooden door, and grasped the iron knuckle. You pulled it up and down several times emitting loud thuds to echo in the small community of homes. Bucky grasped the front of your chest and stuck his face into it to represent his hunger. 

“I know, baby, mommy will feed you soon.” 

Your heart beat loudly in your chest as you waited for an answer. You counted 23 seconds before you considered your possible mistake. Did you go down the wrong street? Was 39 the house number or was it the bus number you were supposed to take? Was there any way to contact your sisters? Could you somehow convince James that you had been kidnapped in hopes he’d believe you? Just then the door creaked open. Your worries came to a halt as you saw Vienna standing in the doorway. She had, of course, aged a bit since the last time you saw her. Her hair was shorter and a little bit dull in color and she was skinnier than the chubby teenager you were used to, but there was no denying that was her. 

“Oh my God, Vienna?” Her droopy tired eyes held tears as she took you in. Her lip trembled and she whispered your name. She opened the door wider as she held out her arms to you. “It’s been so long!” 

You held her tighter to you with the arm that didn’t hold Bucky. She pulled away from you as tears escaped from her eyes. Your own were starting to conjugate in yours. Vienna stepped aside so you could step into the small house. She took a peek outside before shutting and locking the door behind you. 

“Where’s everyone else,” You asked, setting your bags down at last. 

Vienna didn’t have to answer as you heard your name being called behind you. You turned and adjusted Bucky into your other arm as you see Lucille stepping out of a room. Her back is a bit hunched over and one of her eyes seemed to lazily shut now. Gray hair was sprinkled across her scalp, and wrinkles were setting under her eyes. She was only 36. 

“Look at you, you’ve grown so much,” She exclaimed, stepping closer to you. You were only 1 when she was married off at 16. She was the youngest one wed, but she was also the prettiest. Your father had no problem finding a man to sell her to. She was the only one auctioned off before 18. Vienna left at 19 and Anne left at 22. None of you were as strong as Anne, she had held on the longest. You had left at 18, too. 

You hugged her tightly. You never got to know her, but you still loved her deeply. You hated the cards you all had been dealt for keeping you apart for so long. You let go as Vienna stepped closer to you both. She rubber Bucky’s small back. 

“And who is this little guy?” She smiled down at him as he gave a 3 tooth grin back. 

You sniffed before handing Bucky to your sister. “This is Bucky. My one and only.” Vienna mimicked the name before bouncing him on her hip a bit. 

“Well, Bucky, I think it’s time for you to meet your aunts and cousins.” 

Lucille took your hand as Vienna carried Bucky into a room filled with kids and a crib with two babies sleeping. They all were watching a TV, but turned to you as you walked in. 

“Kids, come meet your 4th aunt,” Vienna said as she cooed at Bucky. 3 girls and a boy walked over to you and Lucille. “That’s Jade,” Vienna pointed to the girl with dutch braids, “Josephine,” The one with big curls and floral dress, “June,” The one with a ponytail and a sports jersey, “and Jared,” The only boy. They all waved to you, all looking a bit uncomfortable. You didn’t blame them, they had traveled from God knows where to a weird house, and now they were meeting people they had never met before. Probably never even heard of. “And this is your other cousin, Bucky.” Josephine, she looked to be the oldest-- probably 13, smiled at the child. 

“Oh, he’s so cute! Can I hold him?” She looked to her mom for confirmation before looking at you. Her big eyes soft, just like her mother’s.

“Yeah, of course. He’s hungry, do you want to feed him?” Her eyes lit up. 

“Yes!” You chuckled at her enthusiasm, and she gave a shy smile once realizing how excited she sounded. 

“He can eat crushed up fruit, do you guys have any?” Your eyes searched Vienna and Lucille. 

“In the kitchen. I can go do it for you,” The girl replied, scooping up your son before moving through a door that led into, what you assumed to be, a kitchen. 

“We left just in time,” Vienna said, “Her father had already found a man to marry her. She’s sweet, and I know she’d make a great mom one day, but she’s also so smart. She has a life to live before she should even think about a baby,” She sighed, “But of course, women in our situation don’t hold any other value.” 

Vienna’s children had gone back to watching the TV, and Lucille called her children up. 

“Boys, come here please.” 3 boys walked over to you. “This is my oldest, Tennessee,” The boy with dusty hair nodded to you, he looked about 16, “Then Anthony,” the one with curly hair and glasses, “And Kyle,” He had freckles and a dimple on his chin. Lucille pointed to the crib. “Over there are Michael and Ian, they’re 3 months old. Didn’t think I had it in me, but I guess it’s not over until the big change, huh?” You smiled at her as she squeezed your hand. 

“It’s nice to meet everyone,” You say and they nod at you, taking their seat on the floor and couch yet again. There were still 3 kids that were taking steady glances at you, and you were about to ask about them when you heard your name yet again. You turn to the left to see Anne walking down the stairs. 

“Anne!” You ran over to embrace your sister. You and her had by far had the strongest relationship, being closer in age and spending the most time together. You felt yourself crying once again. Anne broke the hug and held you at arms length, looking you over. 

“Wow,” She breathed out as tears flowed freely. She looked exactly the same as she did 7 years prior. You giggled at her and she joined you. A little girl, no older than two, ran to hug her legs. “This little stinker,” Anne said lifting the girl up, “Is my youngest Brooke.” She kissed the girl’s cheek before waving the last 2 boys over. “That’s George,” The oldest one with shoulder length hair, “And Evan.” He looked exactly like your father. Had the same lifted left eyebrow and everything. Anne looked like the man she hated the most, and you knew she’d never be rid of the man who she blamed all her sorrows on. Especially not now that her son looked like him, but you knew she’d never neglect her child. 

Josephine was walking out of the kitchen while wiping Bucky’s hands. You grabbed your sister’s hand and led her over to your son. 

“And this is Bucky.”

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After the tear filled reunion, you found yourself at a small dinner table with your sisters. They were all huddled around it as your nieces and nephews sat in front of the tv and had dinner. They giggled at the silent screen that flashed cartoons at them. Bucky lay asleep in Anne’s arms as she bounced him. 

“Alright,” Anne whispered loud enough for just you all to hear, “So, does everyone know the plan?” You all nodded. Anne had planned this all out. Every time something was needed outside of the house, somebody different each time would leave to retrieve it. It would go in rotation from oldest to youngest. You would carry a burner phone with you and would only use it if there was an emergency. The phone would have one number on it, the house phone, that another sister would be right by until the other one returned back safely. 

After dinner, you helped Vienna clean up. You both had insisted Anne and Lucille get some rest, saying they had gotten there the earliest and were tired. Anne took Bucky to the room you, her, Bucky, Brooke, and June would sleep in. The house only had 3 bedrooms, and 5 people would have to bunk in the small bedrooms with only one king size bed together. It would be a squeeze, but it was all definitely better than the Hell you all had escaped. 

While cleaning, you found yourself not being able to focus on the story Vienna was telling you. Your stomach was turning, fighting the peas and chicken you had just ate, and your head was suddenly hurting. You were sweating too. Were you having a panic attack? 

“You okay, sis?” Before you could answer, you were vomiting up your dinner into the sink. Vienna soothingly rubbed your back as you finished off the remnants. You turned on the faucet to wash away the mush. 

“I’m s-sorry. I guess I’m a little scared still?” Vienna looked at you and gave a knowing smile before resting her hand on your shoulder. 

“How far along are you?”

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The day had been a shitty one. James was in the middle of an important business pitch with Sam Wilson, a promising company from Louisiana that he wanted to partner with, when his assistant rushed in. He tried to order her out, but when he heard “money” and “gone” he had to apologize and excuse himself. After seeing the bank’s email, and hearing the voicemail they left his assistant after she called them, he rescheduled his meeting with Sam, explaining vaguely what was happening. 

James believed someone had stolen your information in order to rob him blind. He didn’t think you would do that, what reason would you have? Name anything on this Earth and James would have it in your hands the very next day. He was clutching the steering wheel with a vice-like grip that was turning his knuckles white. When James got home, he looked on terrified at how it was left. He called your name out while he ran around looking for you and Bucky. Once he found it empty, he started dialing 911. You both were missing.

James was tapping his foot waiting for the operator when he saw it. The picture album that you begged him for when you first found out you were pregnant. It was gone. 

The metal hand clutching the phone crushed right as he heard the female voice on the other side greet James. You and Bucky weren’t kidnapped, you had run away. 

James went downstairs to call his friends, Steve and Natasha. He was going to need their help tracking down his bratty wife. She was smart, he’d give her that, but she’d have to try a lot harder if she wanted to get away from an ex super soldier. 

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Hey, Remember Me? | Connor Brashier

A/n: This is a repost from my Shawn blog!! It’s my piece and is not stolen. 

Summary: you can’t deal with being stood up yet again, so you do something about it.

Warnings: angst, fluff ending

Word count: 1.4k

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Connor’s been home for a couple weeks now. Well… he’s been home, but he’s not home. He’s always running out with Sam doing God knows what and I’ve hardly seen him since he’s been back - not for a lack of trying though. I asked him two days ago, on the now seemingly rare occasion that he was home for more than five minutes, if he would want to have a date night tonight. He told me yes, but now I’m sitting here in our living room - fully dressed for a night out with my boyfriend… And he hasn’t called or texted to say he’s running late. I don’t even know who he’s with this time and I’m honestly tired of waiting.

Which is why I don’t text or call him when I decide that I’m sick of waiting around and that I want to go out. So I call up a few of my friends and tell them to meet me at the bar near my house.

When I was there, I ran into an old friend from high school; he and I did theater together for a couple years. And without thinking - because let’s face it who really is when you’re four vodka cranberries deep - I post a picture of us to my story. It’s innocent. 

Or at least I expected it to be.

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My phone would not stop buzzing on the Uber drive home. Text after text after call after voicemail. It got to the point where I had to turn my phone off for the rest of my three minute drive. I fumble with my key and am greeted with an irritated Connor when I walk inside. “Where the hell have you been?”

“Out.”

“I’ve been calling for the last twenty minutes! You didn’t even tell me where you were going. Something could have happened to you and I wouldn’t know where the fuck you were.”

I scoff and take off my shoes. Like you’d care, I think to myself. “Right. Like you told me where you were going? Or where you’ve been lately?”

“Don’t turn this around on me. Who was that guy on your story?”

“A friend from high school. Ran into him while I was there.”

“Well from how close you two looked, I would have guessed you went together.”

“Yeah, well you would be wrong,” I give him a sad smile. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Connor. You should know that by now. Happy date night, by the way. Hope whoever you were with enjoyed it because I sure as hell didn’t.”

Realization masks his face and he sighs. “That was tonight. Oh, baby. I’m sorry. I completely forgot." 

"You seem to be doing that a lot lately,” I mumble

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, following me to our bedroom where I’m shimmying out of my tight jeans.

“I don’t know, Con. You just seem to be going out a lot recently, never with me though.”

“I said I was sorry about tonight, babe.”

“It’s not just about tonight! Although we will circle back around to why the hell you think I would go out with another guy - and publically, no less.”

“Well if it’s not about tonight, then what is this about? Why are you so mad? It’s one date. We can go out tomorrow.”

“Yeah, if you remember. What? Shawn and Brian are busy tomorrow so you can finally grace me with your presence? Don’t they get to spend a lot of time with you when you’re on tour? I mean, they get you seven months out of the year. I get three weeks every couple of months and I’m even stripped of that time.”

“What are you saying?” He stands straighter, away from the wall he was leaning on.

“Just that our relationship seemed more like a relationship when you were on tour. Because at least then I knew I was coming home to an empty bed because you were working and living your dream. But now I’m coming home to an empty bed because you’re out all night with friends.”

“That’s not fair. I haven’t seen some of them in months.”

“Hi,” I wave my hands dramatically. “Remember me? Your girlfriend? I haven’t seen you in months either. But you’re making it a point to stay as far away from me as possible, right?”

“Fiancé,” he corrects. “And that’s not what I’m doing, sweetheart-”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me. You’ve been here two weeks and we’ve only spent maybe two full hours together. You leave again next Friday and we’ll be right back where we started.” I cross my arms over my chest. “You say fiancé like it’s something so fucking obvious. But how am I supposed to marry you when you’re never home? We never talk about the wedding. You proposed eight months ago and we haven’t even set a date. It doesn’t feel like we’re ever going to get married.”

“Y/n, let me just-”

“And I should have known too. In all the time I’ve been with you, there was always something you loved more. You don’t want to pick a date because you’re married to your fucking camera. There’s not room for me,” I shake my head as he shakes his.

“Hey, no!” He rushes to close the gap between us and takes my face in his hands. “Stop it. Please…God, just shut up for two seconds so I can explain." 

I open my mouth to say something but he pinches it shut.

"Don’t you dare,” he sighs sadly.  “Just let me speak and then if you still feel like yelling at me, you can. Okay?”

I roll my eyes, but nod anyway. He removes his fingers from my lips. “First of all, I’m sorry. I really did forget that we made plans for tonight. And no, it’s not an excuse not to tell you where I was or who I was with. I just - I don’t have a reason for it other than maybe stupidity. But do not for even one single second think that I don’t want to marry you. I want nothing more in life than that. But with all the travel, you’re right. The wedding isn’t the first thing on my mind, I guess. But that’s gonna change, okay?” He sighs and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Tomorrow we can plan anything and everything you want. I’ll call the guys and tell them I can’t hang out. It’s going to be all about you, I swear it is. Because I don’t want you to feel like I’ve chosen my career over you. I would quit in a heartbeat if it meant I got to keep you for the rest of my life.”

“Connor,” I sigh.

“Let me finish.” His hands leave my face only to attach to my hips. “I know I haven’t been home. It’s not because I don’t want to be. It’s just that - I know if I’m home, I won’t want to leave. I won’t go see anyone. And I’ll just stay in bed with you, day and night. I would never let you leave the bedroom actually,” he chuckles. “And it would make it a million times harder to leave you. I thought minimizing our time together would help. I didn’t think you would assume I was trying to avoid you. I wasn’t. I would never.”

“It scared me, you know? Thought maybe you didn’t love me anymore.” I look down at our feet but he quickly picks my head back up.

“Oh no… no, no, no. I love you sweetheart. Always have. Always will. I’m in love with you. Nothing is going to change that. I’m just… I’m dumb sometimes. I do stupid shit and I’m sorry. I think I’ve taken your love for granted. Because I knew that since you were always there before, you’d still be here now. I guess, I thought asking you to marry me was gonna be enough to ensure you’d stay. But I know now that engaged isn’t married and I can’t just ignore you like this and expect it all to be peaches. That’s selfish of me.” He pulls me to his chest, kissing my forehead. “It won’t happen again. I promise. I’m here.”

“Better be, Brashier.” I wrap myself around his middle, reveling in the feeling of finally being able to hold him in my arms again. “I won’t take second best again.”

“Never,” he peppers my hair with kisses. “No, never, y/n. You’re my number one. I don’t know how I let myself forget that.”

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Dancing With the Devil

Ships: AusHun, PruHun; PruAus of some king if you squint

Characters: Austria, Prussia, Hungary, Maria Theresa, Frederick the Great, Britain; mentioned Russia and France

Summary: To bring some joy back to Vienna after the Second Silesian War and win more allies, Austria and Maria Theresa decide to throw a ball. They also convince themselves that inviting Prussia will lead to only his humiliation, but he has a plan of his own.

 April 1746, Vienna.

Humiliated. Austria had been humiliated by an upstart kingdom taking control of one of his richest provinces. Ever since the ink on the treaty dried where he was forced to recognize this coup by Prussia, he’d been working furiously to secure some sort of alliance with the others. Britain, that traitor, couldn’t be counted on. He harrumphed, scribbling out letters to France and Russia. Unscrupulous bastards, how he loathed that he must turn to them. But, he supposed, beggars can’t be choosers…

“Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?” He snapped, hearing the door to his office open. He didn’t remove his eyes from his work.

A soft clicking of the tongue. “Now, Roderich. Is that the way to properly greet your sovereign?” Maria Theresa glided into the room, smiling faintly. “You can’t let the barbarians steal your manners too.”

He stood, bowed, and kissed her hand. A quick rectification. “My apologies, your majesty. I assumed you were someone else.” He moved to sit again only once she had, intently following royal protocol now. “I’m sure you share my frustrations.”

“Naturally. Which is why I believe we need something to look forward to, to bring some joy back into these halls.” She sighed dramatically. “These last eight years have been marred by misery. We’re to throw a ball next month. I miss dancing and we can show the ambassadors that we haven’t been hampered in the slightest by recent events.”

“Well, if it’s for diplomatic purposes then I can hardly be opposed to it.” Roderich would be lying if he pretended that the concept upset him completely. He’d been out campaigning for so long that he missed most of the ball seasons over the last few years. It would be nice to don the clothes an aristocrat and catch up on the latest gossip with his equals instead of galloping around the countryside with undisciplined commoners. “I suppose you want me to get working on a guest list now?”

“That’s why I’m here. I wished to help you craft this one.” She waited for him to ready himself with a fresh piece of paper. “The Russian and French delegations are a must and they need to be given all the works. Showing the Swedes a proper respect would be advisable as well. If you find it won’t be too hard on you, I would like the Spaniards to come.” She noticed him roll his eyes and chuckled. “I’m trying to be courteous. Oh, right! The Saxons should be welcomed. As should the Bavarians and any of the smaller states you think could provide us with something beneficial.”

“Is that all? No Britain?”

She tapped a finger to her chin, mulling it over. “Send them an invitation a little less than a day before. Shows them our displeasure but isn’t too unreasonable. Now, that’s all squared away. There was something you were telling me.”

“I was?” Roderich slipped the paper in the top drawer of his desk. He racked his mind for whatever she meant. “Would you please tell me what, exactly, I was saying?”

“Before he invaded Bohemia, you were filling me in on all the others of your kind. Letting me know all the gossip and news surrounding them.” Maria Theresa fiddled with one of her rings, reminding Austria of when she was a child. “You filled me in on everyone else in the empire except our little nuisance.”

“I told you everything there is to know about Brandenburg. He’s not a complicated character.” He knew exactly who she was angling for, but he would play the fool. He’d spent too much of his thoughts on that damn creature, he was haunted by him every waking moment now. But his queen was giving him such a look, it became impossible to keep his resolve. Austria sighed, defeated. “What do you care to know about Prussia?”

“Oh, stop playing like this! I want to know everything there is!” She noticed his pained expression and laughed. “Come on, Roderich dear. Wouldn’t it be a joy to use everything we have against him? We’re working the presses hard to print out every nasty rumor about his king. Why not go after both of them?”

There was something he could go along with. In fact, Roderich was willing to wager that it might actually be enjoyable. This was a war he could easily win. He made himself comfortable in his chair, a smile breaking free. “What isn’t there to say about him? He’s vile, he’s garish, and completely uncouth. Ever since we were children his only concern has been killing things – bugs, pagans, heretics. Now, lucky me, he wants to kill Austrians.” He licked his lips, remembering a juicy tidbit. “His crusading is rather humorous considering how often he was sent to the pyre. He’s always looked demonic. If you spend your days around zealots with that appearance, you get what you asked for.” He smiled wistfully. “He did make good cinder though.”

“Roderich, that makes him pitiable.” Maria Theresa wrinkled her nose, imagining the smell of burning flesh. “Please, talk about anything else.”

“My apologies, I got lost in the good times.” He noticed her horrified look. “He’s still alive! And we were children then! If you knew how often many times he shot my eye out with arrows or gutted me with his sword, he wouldn’t seem so sympathetic. It was a different period. Now we…still impale each other. Some things never change, do they?”

“Roderich!”

“Right, right! Not what you want to know!” He tapped his fingers on his desk, trying to remember anything else interesting. He realized he was stuck too far in the past. There was something she would get a kick out of. “Ridiculous, how could I possibly forget? Not like they’ve had much time to see each other recently. Maybe this war wasn’t all for nothing.” He smiled wide, enjoying the imminent implosion. “He and Erzsébet have relations. Been happening for a century now.”

“With our Erzsébet? With Hungary?” He watched her upset grow until it completely overtook her. “That scoundrel! How dare he!” She smacked him in the arm. “And you only tell me this now! Eight years I’ve been on the throne and now, now, is the opportune moment! Why the delay?”

“Don’t assault me! We were in the middle of a crisis! I figured my personal life could wait till after.” Austria straightened his jacket. “This isn’t something I’m exactly proud of, your highness. It’s bad enough that every time I see Britain or France they feel it’s of vital importance to mention. I try not to let it consume more of my waking days than necessary.” He quickly shushed the voice in his head reminding him that his conscience spent a great deal of time plotting against this whole matter already.

“Great, so George and Louis knew all about this before me. My dignity is a joke to everyone in Europe, isn’t it?” She clutched a hand to her chest, wincing in agony. “My poor heart. How many more of these crushing humiliations will I be subjected to? I won’t last much longer at this rate.”

That familiar vein in his forehead twitched. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to calm down. Snapping at his sovereign would result in nothing good. Calming breaths. “You worry too much. They would be foolish to consider any of this a reflection on you.” The unspoken ending was that, if anything, it would be a reflection on him. He grimaced considering that. “We can use this to our advantage if we’re smart.”

Maria Theresa’s composure returned. “You’re right. It shouldn’t be too difficult to dissuade Erzsébet from that ruffian. I remember being a young woman. Men like that – so wild and unrestrained – always weasel their way into your affections. They present something new and exciting. Then they leave, casting you aside for whatever cheap thrill they can find in some whore’s bed while you’re left picking up the pieces of your shattered self-esteem.” She spoke with surprising emotion. Waving away whatever phantom memories lingered, she smiled at Roderich. “She will realize that a man like you or my dear Francis is much better. Polite, predictable, so willing to listen. A good partner mustn’t challenge you in such a way as a man like that does.”

“You underestimate her. They’re equally culpable. Don’t let her con your generosity.” This was the opposite of comforting. He slumped in his chair, chuckling bitterly. “No wonder she runs around with him. How your majesty describes Gilbert makes me want to fall in love with him! There’s likely a much more polite way of telling me I never had a chance!” That familiar pulsation in his forehead again. “I’m sorry, but please don’t try and console me further.”

“For a man to be predictable is a good thing! Let the women have all the passion and the spirit and the spunk! If the men could keep to themselves, I wouldn’t be working with an empty treasury.” She imagined Frederick, the man causing all her troubles, groveling before her. It provided her second wind. “Now, quit this self-pity and think! What’s this Prussia character like in a suit?”

“Rather like a donkey. You can dress it up all you like, but it’s still a jackass in the end.” Austria paused, seeing where she was going. “Are you really going to invite him? He would try to sabotage the whole thing!”

“It’s certainly a possibility. He could also – and I believe this is most likely since I trust he’s as incompetent as you say – make a complete fool of himself before everyone. Doing so would guarantee us all the allies we possibly need and remind our dear Erzsébet that her little…thing is beneath her breed. Make him the first invitation we send out.”

Austria quickly wrote one, not caring if it wasn’t his best penmanship. Such efforts would be wasted on Prussia. He noticed a streak of brown hair disappearing past the door. “I trust your judgement if you’ll trust mine.” He cleared his throat. “Magyar!” Hungary stepped into the room. He slipped the envelope into her hands. “A favor. Would you be so kind as to deliver this to Berlin or wherever your paramour lays his head?”

Hungary glanced between her queen and her superior, distrust eating at her. “This is too easy. What’s the catch?”

“There is none. Can’t I do something nice for you?” He waved her away. “Go, enjoy what time you two have left together.”

“Don’t enjoy yourself too much!” Maria Theresa warned, her voice stern.

Hungary’s suspicion grew. But what could she do? She didn’t trust either of them as far as she could throw them, but she had no evidence of their plot. She would have to bide her time. Curtsying, she shuffled out the door and began mentally planning what to wear for her arrival.

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Sanssouci Palace, Potsdam.

Frederick strolled through his palace, his eyes fixed on the letters gripped in his hand. War was over. Now, it was time to govern and flex his muscles domestically. He passed through the Marble Hall. He had been cooped up inside for too long. Some fresh air in the gardens was needed. Out of the corner of his eye, he noted two figures. “Gilbert, strange woman.” He turned back on his heel. “For the last time, Gilbert, stop bringing your whores here.”

“She’s not a prostitute, this is Erzsébet.” Gilbert aimed a forced grin at his king.

“I’m aware that they all have names. Run along, dear. He doesn’t pay very well.” She refused to budge. Frederick sighed. “Must you always bring home the stubborn ones?”

“She’s Hungary!” Prussia hissed through gritted teeth. He couldn’t recall ever being so embarrassed.

“Then give her some food and send her-” Frederick blinked slowly. A crisis had to be averted. He politely bowed. “My sincerest apologies. Despite never shutting up about you, this moron never bothered to give me a portrait.” Forcing back his irritation, he slipped into an easy smile. “What brings you here? I hope you don’t bring any declarations of war.”

Hungary’s last couple of hours had been stressful. She had no idea what the greater ploy Austria and Maria Theresa were up to and why she needed to play messenger in it. Nor was she overjoyed at her warm welcome by Prussia’s disrespectful king. She needed something to provide her some entertainment. She handed him the envelope she’d been tasked to deliver. “Why, I haven’t the slightest idea. It could be anything.” She met the king’s gaze. “You understand how grudges work. This was really all I came for. I’ll be on my way.”

Gilbert scrambled alongside her. “Do you really have to leave so soon? Why all the rush? You’ll get back to Vienna late. You don’t want to spend the night here, that’s fine. The old man snores. There’s plenty of space in my home for the two of us.” He took her hand in his before the door, pleading with his eyes. “At least let me walk you out.”

The ends of her mouth curled up in a smile. “There’s no need. It’s a rather dainty palace, isn’t it? I promise I won’t get lost. You be good.” She shot a look at Frederick. “And you. Do us a favor and stay out of Bohemia.” In a flurry of skirts, she was gone as quickly as she arrived.

Now alone, Gilbert released his consternation. “Fritz, next time, just fucking shoot me. If you really care about me, spare me the agony.” He ran his hands through his hair, groaning. “I can sabotage myself without your help.”

“Why are you blaming me? Whenever I’ve wanted to know what that woman looks like you’ve only told me bullshit like ‘more beautiful than Helena of Troy.’ Which is wonderful, but it doesn’t help me pick her out in a crowd!”

“Who else would I be staring at like this?” Gilbert’s expression shifted into that of a lovelorn fool. His eyes softened; a wide grin lit up his face. He looked idiotic in that charming way lovers do. He dropped the act as soon as it appeared, dismissing it with an eye roll. “That whole routine might’ve set me back fifty years.”

Despite knowing about Gilbert’s kind his whole life, being reminded of their immortality never disturbed Frederick less. “Does it matter? Time is meaningless to you lot.” He shook his head. He didn’t have time for this. He had a treasury to refurbish and a new province to integrate. “I can’t be bothered with all this now. This damn envelope could hold our death sentences and we’re bickering like a bunch of old maids.” He opened it and tossed the card aside after reading its contents. “It’s a fucking invitation to some ball. Who gives a damn?”

Gilbert snatched it out the air and skimmed it over. He thought he recognized Roderich’s handwriting but disregarded it. Didn’t all those pompous aristocrats write the same? “It could be fun. Who doesn’t love dressing up and dancing the whole night away?”

The king began heading for the gardens again. Fresh air. Fresh air would clear away this whole mess. “Well, if my memory serves me correctly you don’t. You’ve always been adamant about how much you loathe these events.” He shot Gilbert a look over his shoulder before chortling. “I get it. You’re only looking to get some pussy. Have some more dignity than this. You know as well as I do this is likely some little ploy to humiliate you, and me by extension.”

Gilbert’s cheeks turned bright red. “That’s not the only reason! We could get…alliances out of this! It could improve our diplomatic situation! I’m not walking into anything!” He held open the door to the gardens for them both. “Fritz, you’ve got to trust my instincts! I know exactly what I’m doing. I’ve been doing this for centuries.”

“Your instinct is the reason why I’m so afraid. You’re incredibly reckless and prone to bouts of what I can only assume are insanity. You’ll ruin whatever good name we have left. That’s why I can’t allow you to go.” Sitting down at the table, he examined his papers, ignoring Prussia’s exaggerated pout. “Stop pushing out your lip that far. You look like a grotesque duck.”

Change of tactics. “Isn’t that Italian here? Wouldn’t it be so much easier to have your fun with Algarotti if you sent me and a few delegates off to Vienna for a weekend next month?” Gilbert rested his chin on his hands. His eyes carried such faux innocence. “Didn’t seem like too many men were sneaking into your tent late at night these last eight years.”

Frederick glared at him over the letters. “Is this really the game you want to play at?” Seeing his smirk, the king scowled. “Whatever. I don’t have time for this. You can go, but you will have chaperones and I will appoint them. I don’t want any minister going that finds your whole act adorable. It’ll lead us straight into another war!”

“I promise, I won’t let you down, Fritz!” Gilbert puffed his chest out and stood straight. “You can trust me.”

“No, you will. At least, have it be funny when you do. I want some amusement before the Austrians invade.”

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June 1786, Vienna.

The ball was gorgeous. Everyone was looking their best, the orchestra never sounded so sweet, and the food was first-class. All the finest luxuries in the world brought together. The guests were thrumming to-and-fro, enjoying the conversations amongst themselves.

Gilbert loathed it. He stood at the bar, filling his drink as quickly as he could empty it. The strongest drink he could get his hands on was watered-down scotch. It was a disgrace. He scanned the crowd again. What was the point in being here if he couldn’t find her? Wasn’t that the whole meaning of his trip?

A tap on his shoulder. “I’m no one to judge, but how do you expect to gain any allies chatting up the bartender?” Arthur smiled wide. “Seems so unlike you to linger so far away from the center of the action.” He nodded at the bartender, who refilled his glass of brandy. “Hard to stun the crowd from the sidelines.”

“Why would I want to waste my talents on a bunch of stiffs? They’re not going to appreciate my work. Now, if you don’t mind.” Gilbert began peering around the Briton. “I’m waiting for someone. Francis has to be around here somewhere. Hang around him instead.”

So that’s why Gilbert was here. Everything made sense. An impish grin broke out across his face. The night would provide him with some good entertainment. “Erzsébet’s welcoming guests with Roderich and her majesty. I could take you over and introduce you as I’ve already paid my respects.” He tugged Gilbert’s sleeve, dragging him through the throngs of people. “Come along, let’s get this started!”

“I don’t need a wingman.” Gilbert straightened his jacket, huffing. “Seriously, you can run along now.”

“Please and miss out completely? I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Prussia rolled his eyes. With friends like that, who needed enemies? Arriving before Austria and Maria Theresa, he bowed. “Roddy, I forgot what you looked like without a uniform. Much more natural than seeing you posturing with a gun.” He attempted to kiss Maria Theresa’s hand, but she jerked it away. “I take it that your majesty knows who I am already. On behalf of his Prussian majesty, we sincerely thank you for the kindness of this invitation and everything it represents.” He looked back at Britain, who gave him a thumbs up. He’d nailed it, there would be no war declared.

As if to undo any good work he’d managed, Hungary materialized besides the queen. “That Russian delegation can talk your ear off. Next time, please don’t sacrifice me to them. I don’t want to hear about the intimate details of their personal dramas.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him. She gave a subtle wink and smirk to Prussia. “Oh, Gil. How rude, I didn’t see you there. I’m so glad you came.”

Restraint. He needed to practice restraint. He was in the presence of important company. There could be no mistakes. Then he saw Roderich. Roderich, standing there looking intemperate, grinding his teeth, glaring as if begging his foe on. Gilbert was overcome. He forgot himself. Erzsébet was too beautiful and Roderich too irritating to deny himself such sweet joys. Gilbert took her hand in his and kissed it. “I had to. I didn’t want to miss seeing such a beauty.” His lips trailed up her arm, holding eye-contact with Roderich the whole time. “How could I stay away?”

Austria opened his mouth to speak, but Hungary beat him to it. “Daring tonight, aren’t we?” After speaking loud enough for all surrounding parties to hear, she leaned in close to Prussia’s ear. “If you get war declared on you for anything you do tonight, remember that I actually like this queen. I don’t think you can afford to be this reckless in front of her.” She gently, yet firmly, pushed him away.

Point noted. Flustered, Gilbert took a step back. “Right. Well, it was nice to see everyone. I’ll be…somewhere else.” He spared one last dejected look at Erzsébet before scampering off with Arthur on his heels.

“I’m impressed. What on earth did you say to him?” Roderich moved besides her, reflexively putting a hand on the small of her back. Realizing neither of them liked the gesture, he removed it.

“I told him I would meet him in the gardens later if he wouldn’t be so obvious.” She laughed at his frustration. “Don’t be so glum. I’m still upset about Silesia. I promise, it’ll be hate sex this time.”

“How comforting.” Austria moved to take his place besides Maria Theresa. “Now you understand what I’ve been dealing with. Everything is personal with him. None of the other states give me this much trouble. Why can’t he be more like Bavaria?”

Maria Theresa looked much more crestfallen. She cradled his face in her hand, unable to meet his gaze. “You poor man, what a terrible situation.” She peered up at him through her eyelashes. “You’re a cuckold.”

He forced his eyes shut. What a disaster. The promise of the whole night was disintegrating before his very eyes. “Your majesty isn’t helping.”

“You’re not helping yourself either! Standing around, looking so shocked at everything. Have some life, impress her, show everyone that you’re not passive in affairs of the heart.” She waved her hands away from her. “Do anything but stand around here and talk to me!”

“Why do I want her to fall in love with me?” Seeing the fire in his queen’s eyes, Roderich quieted his protestations and took his place besides his wife. “I’m being held here against my will.”

“Aren’t we both? Don’t feel too special.” They shared a conspiratorial look before breaking into giggles.

The orchestra began a new piece. Roderich caught himself humming. It was one of his favorites. He held out his arm. “Would you grant me the honor of a dance?”

“It is only fair to give your date at least one. Especially when he’s such a fantastic dancer.” She let him lead her to the floor. They began twirling around, hitting all the marks in time. She envied how naturally this all came to him. “It’s not fair for you to be so talented.”

“So kind of you to think so. You’d be disappointed to know that it’s less talent and more centuries of being forced into the role of a gentleman. Though, it is a natural fit.” He gained some contentment from her easy laugh. There was almost something enjoyable in this. “See, Erzsébet, it isn’t all bad. The lady protests too much.”

“You would think I complain too much about anything. There could be a freeze and you would think I’m ridiculous for bemoaning the chill. I’ve been quiet recently. No major rebellions. Be thankful.” She closed her eyes, getting lost in the music. “Please, be quiet. If you don’t talk then I can pretend that I enjoy your company.”

A simple enough request. Besides, the dancefloor was no place to settle differences. Roderich complied, happy for the momentary respite in their relationship. He could imagine this as normal for them, this peace with no screaming matches. No threats of violence against each other or their people. That they were any ordinary married couple who tolerated each other just enough to not end in scandal. The very idea thrilled him.

The very idea was interrupted by their Prussian scandal. Gilbert tapped Roderich’s soldier, a lupine smile on his face. “May I cut in? I couldn’t resist.”

Erzsébet moved to take his hand. She was met with air. She found Roderich and Gilbert in an embrace, the former looking incredibly determined while the latter was exasperated. “It would be rude of me to deny you, wouldn’t it?” Roderich nodded at Erzsébet. “Don’t wait up.”

“What are you doing? Let me lead!” Gilbert hissed. The fight for dominance began immediately. He winced, feeling Roderich’s heel dig into his toes. “That’s my foot. You be the woman, you’re the feminine one!”

“Why would I take orders from you? You’re used to being subordinate, follow my lead.” Roderich yanked them the opposite direction Gilbert was taking them. “I know exactly where I’m putting my feet.” For good measure, he stepped on Gilbert’s foot again.

Prussia bit his lip, forcing himself not to yelp in pain. He wouldn’t give the other man the satisfaction. His nails dug into Austria’s lower back, finding pleasure in his pain. “Why are you doing this? Let me have my dance, it doesn’t take anything away from you. You never let me have what I want.”

Austria couldn’t force back his laugh. It was maniacal. “Really? That’s funny, that kingdom you’ve got says differently about my generosity. If anything, I’ve been too accommodating to you. Silly me, thinking compassion would civilize you.” He sneered. If he gripped Prussia’s hand tight enough, maybe he could manage to break a few fingers. Wouldn’t that be a sight? “You’re a brute. You don’t deserve what you’ve got.”

“You’re going to talk to me about deserve? You, Little Master, born with a golden spoon and so hell-bent on his divine authority? You’ve never worked for anything in your life.” Prussia snarled, all teeth. “Unless you count laying down beneath Spain and taking whatever he gave as work.” He twisted Roderich around. “This way!”

“You stay out of my marriages!” Austria’s face was red with indignation and embarrassment. “What happens in my bedroom is of none of your concern!”

“You’re right it’s not. But what doesn’t happen is and I know there’s been a whole lot of nothing in there.” He put a hand on Austria’s cheek. Prussia’s eyes were swimming with sickening contempt. “I’ve never understood why everyone’s so desperate to marry you. You can hardly fulfill your spousal duties and then you wonder why some vagrant like me can come in and take them over. It’s a shame, really.” He winked. “Wouldn’t change it for a thing.”

“You’re pathetic. Are you that jealous of everything I have that you’ll never be satisfied? I would pity you if you weren’t so loathsome.” He smacked Prussia’s hand away. “Your inferiority must eat you alive. Anything you could ever want, I hold it so firmly in my grasp. How do you handle it?” He looked the Prussian up-and-down. “Obviously, you don’t. What man in full control of himself would go to such lengths to humiliate himself in such ways at every given opportunity?” They were dancing on the edge of a cliff and, oddly enough, Roderich couldn’t bother to care. His mind, his whole being, was completely focused on eradicating this blight. If he went down too, fine. Such would be the price.

“Because you can’t resist me either. Sure, I may look like a fool to everyone, but I’m not alone.” Prussia’s breath stung hot against Austria’s ear. It sent a shiver down his spine. “You live to roll around in the mud with me. Face it, Roddy, you’d be lost without me.”

Hungary shoved them apart, breaking the spell of their mutual madness. Her voice was hushed. “A few things. Do you two do that often because, for some odd reason, that was incredibly arousing. Amazing. I’m blushing.” They shot her a look. Her cheeks burned a deeper shade of red. “Never mind. Maybe this you’ll find important: you two were very loud. Everyone heard and now they’re staring.”

The two men dared to look away from her. She was right. All eyes were on them. Roderich met the gaze of an incredibly upset Maria Theresa. His mouth suddenly became very dry. “Gilbert, I think we’re in trouble.”

Gilbert, for his part, had made eye-contact with the minister who was supposed to be his chaperone tonight. Podewils looked ready to unleash his full wrath. “You don’t say.”

The three of them were ushered into one of the nearby rooms. While they waited for the queen and minister to arrive, Hungary took it upon herself to lecture them. “What were you two thinking! What compelled you to revert back to children!” She shook her head. “Forget children, a whole pack of toddlers would’ve behaved better! I’m ashamed of you both!”

Gilbert was slumped on the sofa, his head buried in his hands. “This wouldn’t have happened if he let go of his pride and didn’t jump in between us! But no, little Roddy always has to show me up.” He cast a pitiful glare at his cousin. “Do you feel like a big man now?”

Roderich had his back to them as he stared outside the window. “Are you seriously blaming me? If you knew how to conduct yourself in front of polite society, none of this would’ve occurred! Instead, you’re the one who must constantly show he’s no slouch! That he can do whatever he wants, that he can work with the adults!” He turned around now, a cold fire burning in his eyes. “You can’t, Gilbert! You don’t have the pedigree to operate at these strata! Get these delusions of competition out of your mind, embrace your place in life and then you’ll find yourself much happier.”

“Right because it was fine for you to grab the laurels of power, but anyone else who wants it obviously can’t handle it. You should be thankful that-”

Maria Theresa burst into the room. “Silence! Both of you, shut up! For the love of God, stop talking!” She narrowed her sights on Prussia first. “How dare you! You vile little creature. We kindly invite you into our palace, into our capital, and you show us this kind of disrespect? Have you no self-restraint? No understanding of how to manage yourself amongst men? I shouldn’t be surprised. You invite a beast, he’ll behave like a beast.”

Roderich forgot himself. He sneered at Gilbert. “See? It’s apparent to everyone that you are the most wretched creature on the planet. Why bother carrying on at this rate?”

Maria Theresa’s rage turned on him. She began striding towards Roderich. “And you. I’ve never been more humiliated in my life! How foolish of me to ever put my faith in you. You were such a good man, Roderich. So intelligent, so capable, so dependable. Was my trust misplaced? How ridiculous it seems now, to believe you were ever capable of behaving in an acceptable manner.” She had him backed against a wall. “I look at you and I want to be angry, but how can I be? How can the strong be angry at the weak? Roderich, I know now you’re a weak man.”

Podewils cleared his throat, reminding everyone of his presence. “Your majesty, you have my deepest and most sincere apologies for tonight’s mishap. I can assure you that his Prussian majesty does not endorse the conduct of this most insolent and moronic man who should frankly be ashamed of the dishonor he’s brought on his own people!”

The queen rolled her eyes. “Oh, quit it monsieur. I’m not declaring war.” Her eyes narrowed, settling on a subdued Roderich. “If I was, I’d have to declare it on my own people first.” She huffed, straightening up. “Frankly, I want to forget this whole matter as soon as I possibly can. This night has been a complete wash for all of us involved. All I want is for you and that, that thing to leave Vienna as soon as humanly possible. Now, if you don’t mind,” she left the room in a flurry, slamming the door shut behind her.

All the wind returned to Gilbert’s sails. He rose and clapped Roderich on the back. “All’s well that ends well, Roddy. I ruin your little party and I face no repercussions. I say that’s a good resolution for us both.” He quirked his head to the side. “What’s up with your eye? Did you always have that twitch?”

“Get off me!” Roderich shoved him away. His breathing was ragged. “Why must everything revolve around you? Why must you always hijack everyone’s attention and steal away whatever remnants of my dignity remain from our last incident? You are no better than any other vermin, I’ve got half a mind to-” He cut himself off, a moment a clarity cutting through the haze. He straightened his jacket out, striding for the door. “You’re a plague among Europe and now I’m suddenly seen as a victim. I’ve got all the most important diplomats outside. Why am I continuing to tussle with you? What worth do you have for me?” Hand on the doorknob, he cast one last look at a surprised Gilbert. “Enjoy your victories while they last, Preussen.”

Unconcerned, Gilbert slid over to Erzsébet and snaked an arm around her waist. “Now that we’re away from prying eyes, I never got to properly tell you how gorgeous you look tonight. If I’m remembering correctly, didn’t you promise me a stroll through the gardens? I think the roses are in bloom.” He kissed her hand, holding her gaze the whole time. “A quick one. Before I have to leave.”

She was smiling, but it lacked any real warmth. “The moments passed, Gil.” She clutched her hand to her chest, appraising him. “We’re not exactly friends right now, are we? Do you have any idea how many men of mine you murdered after your ridiculous incursion?”

“Not at all, but I remember seeing you leading them in battle. You know what that does to me.” A smile like a wolf. She thought him depraved. “A little animosity can help to spice things up. You should know that from living with him so long.”

“How’s this for animosity?” She dug her heel into his foot, putting all her weight into it. For good measure, she twisted it in, sending a shock of pain up Gilbert’s spine. He’d never seen her so spiteful. It drove him wild. “You should be satisfied from humiliating Roderich in such a way and, if that’s not enough,” her lips brushed against his ear. He felt his heart beating through his chest. “Use your hand.” He watched her exit the room, silently begging her to stay.

Instead, the only touch he received was Podewils yanking at his elbow. “We’re leaving now. Before you can manage to worm your way into further trouble.”

Glum, he let himself be dragged along. “Relax, Heinrich. All my trouble left with her.” Sighing, he tried to muster up some fake cheer. He managed to genuinely find some. “What are we worrying for? The old man said I’d be fine as long as whatever happens is funny.” He snickered. “And, admit it, this whole mess is hysterical.” If he could laugh at Austria’s expense, didn’t that count for something? Who cared how it ended for him, as long as that prick was sufficiently embarrassed, he could rest easily at night. Yes, that was all that mattered, forget his tattered dignity and what he couldn’t have. Austrian suffering was the most beautiful reward of them all.

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[doctormike]

Thoughts on the Reopening of Schools

Hello, friends and families…! In this blog post I will NOT tell you if it is OK for your child to return to school for remote, in-person, or hybrid learning.  Any article that gives you specific advice about this may be well intentioned, but will rarely apply to your individual situation, and will be based on information that is going to be out of date by the time you read it.

I AM, however, going to review some important points to keep in mind when you juggle the pros and cons of any individual decision that you make for your family, and I think that will be helpful.  Just like deciding about surgery, it will ALWAYS come down to weighing the risks and benefits of any given path.  When I’m helping parents decide about an operation, I often hear “we just want what’s best for our child”.   But it’s very rare that a situation is clear enough so that there is only one reasonable choice.  The decision almost always comes down to balancing personal risk tolerance and a wide range of intangibles.  That’s why it’s not usually my job to tell my families WHAT to do, but to help them understand the tradeoffs so that they can make those decisions themselves. With that said, here are some things to keep in mind when you are making a decision about school in the era of COVID-19. 1) I probably don’t have to tell you this, but any official recommendation, government regulation or organizational decision about school reopening is NOT only considering the medical aspects of the situation.  Economic, political, parenting, regional and developmental concerns are always going to be a big part of what you are told, and that’s reasonable.  From a purely medical point of view, the “safest” thing to do would for everyone to stay in full lockdown until a vaccine arrives, but virtually no one is seriously recommending that.  So don’t discount those factors, but be aware of their impact and relative importance. 2) Most people making these decisions are working in good faith, and trying to get the best possible outcome.  It’s easy to vilify school administrators and other parents by assuming the worst underlying motives.  But the majority of people who actually have the responsibility of making community decisions are trying to strike the right balance.  Give them the benefit of the doubt, hear them out and consider the tradeoffs that they are dealing with before forming your own opinions.  Be open to new strategies to minimize school risks.  For example, one such idea is pooled saliva testing which is to be used by the SUNY system.  This is much cheaper and less invasive than traditional testing methods, and it will allow schools to rapidly shut down new outbreaks before they spread widely in the community.  

3) There are a large number of controls - administrative, infrastructure / engineering, epidemiological and personal - that can be incorporated into an in-person reopening plan.  It’s beyond the scope of this email to discuss them all, but here is a good summary.  Not every school needs to adopt every possible control, but this should give you an idea about the kind of things that you might be asked to consider. Try to understand the goals that are reasonable for your child's particular situation, taking into account the time, place and current community infection rates.  Keep this passage in mind:

“Given the uncertainty, reliance on an effective vaccine to solve the return-to-school problem is unrealistic, and other strategies that may at first glance seem too difficult or too expensive must be developed and implemented. If the position adopted by society is: ‘not until it is completely safe,’ then we have to recognize that the kindergarteners who left their elementary schools in March of 2020 may never see the inside of those buildings again. This is not feasible. Thus, we really need to shift the conversation from ‘perfectly safe’ and ‘only if there is vaccine’ to ‘how can we do this as safely as possible?’ and ‘what resources do we need in order to achieve this common goal?’“

4) The people who know more about COVID-19 than anyone else in the world never heard of it 8 months ago.  This is a new virus, and we are learning about it daily.  Beware of anyone who is absolutely certain, who doesn’t qualify their advice with words like “as best as we know right now”, or who makes definitive statements about the long term effects of infection.  Watch out for people trying to score cheap political points by comparing someone’s prior and current statements, and claiming “hypocrisy” or “flip-flopping”.  For something new like this, it is always important to follow current developments and continually refine policy and practices.  Don’t be like the guy that Stephen Colbert was describing when he said: "He believes the same thing Wednesday that he believed on Monday, no matter what happened on Tuesday.” 5) Having accurate, current data about the number of local infections is CRUCIAL in running any sort of school plan, and that has to be monitored regularly.  Plans for in-person education can change overnight - you can see that with the early opening and reclosing of several college campuses.  As schools open, we are getting new data about the rate of infection in children, which must be watched closely as this process continues.  Some recent information suggests that infection rates are actually rising faster in children than in adults.  However, this data set covers all patients under ager 18.  There is other evidence that toddlers have exceptionally low infection rates, despite being - as this article describes them - "mask licking germ bombs". 6) The American Academy of Pediatrics has a document outlining its recommendation for school reopening.  In general, they recognize that there are serious downsides to remote learning including the challenges of effective teaching, the loss of the social aspects of school, and the inherent inequality of online classes, especially for underserved communities.  So if in-person education can be done safely, that's better for kids. But they also stress the point that there is no one single answer for all times and places.  Increasing evidence that children can be asymptomatic for weeks and spread the virus has to be incorporated into any school plan.  While the AAP’s initial recommendations strongly advocated for in-person classes, these recommendations have been revised as it has become clear that more study is needed.  This passage is from these guidelines:

“To be able to open schools safely, it is vitally important that communities take all necessary measures to limit the spread of the SARS-CoV-2. School policies must be flexible and nimble in responding to new information, and administrators must be willing to refine approaches when specific policies are not working…the AAP strongly advocates that all policy considerations for the coming school year should start with a goal of having students physically present in school. Unfortunately, in many parts of the United States, there is currently uncontrolled spread of SARS-CoV-2. Although the AAP strongly advocates for in-person learning for the coming school year, the current widespread circulation of the virus will not permit in-person learning to be safely accomplished in many jurisdictions.”

7) As parents, we are used to meticulously planning our children's lives far into the future. COVID-19 has shown us again and again that this is not always possible.   Of course, we still need to anticipate challenges and make decisions, but we need to be much more comfortable with contingencies and accept the fact that things can change rapidly due to forces beyond our control.  As the old joke goes: "How do you make God laugh?  Tell him your plans." 8) The mitigation practices that have helped us get the virus under control in New York City over the past few months are vital, and need to be continued, especially as schools reopen and socialization outside of school increases. Masks work.  Hand hygiene works.  Social distancing works.  Our overall rate of positive test results has recently stayed around or below 1%. Unfortunately, there is no book that will tell you exactly what to do in every situation - we all use judgement in deciding what to do when.  Masks work, but most people don't wear them inside with their immediate family members who are taking precautions when away from home, or when eating at an outdoor restaurant with adequate separation from other tables.  On the other hand, for example, we might wear them when outside with a more distant family member who has been traveling from areas with a higher infection rate. Even if your family remains vigilant, if your child spends a significant amount of time indoors and/or without masks with someone from another family who isn’t so careful, you can reverse all of those hard won gains.  Ideally, your child's social life will be built around families that share your concerns and attitudes, so that you can safely maintain the socialization that is so vital for healthy cognitive and emotional development. As infection rates have fallen, so has our attention to detail.  The virus isn’t gone, and the cold weather will probably make transmission more likely.  Stay strong, watch the numbers, listen with an open mind, and take care of each other.   And as always, I’m happy to chat or email with any of you about your individual concerns. Best, Mike Rothschild

[livwwe1]

My Best Friend

Jon Moxley x Amber (requested by @wwesarahjaneroszko)

Summery: Jon Moxley has recently gone through a divorce with, Renee Young. Cody’s sister, Amber, has just joined AEW after coming from WWE. Cody and Jon are best friends and both Amber and Jon’s feelings for one another resurface.

Warning: Swearing, lil angst, fluff.

Word count: N/A

A/N: @wwesarahjaneroszko I hope you like this one!!

*Requests are closed*

*2 months prior to joining AEW*

‘Listen Vince, I just don’t like the way I’ve been treated recently. It’s been Becky this, Charlotte that! I’m done, ok. I’m asking for my release. I am grateful for the last 5 years, but it’s my time to go’ You exclaimed to Vince. You have been in WWE for 5 years, but recently you’ve been shelved and haven’t appeared on tv for 2 months. You have been really pissed with the authority and creative recently. I mean, being a former 4x Raw women’s champion and a 2x Smackdown women’s champion isn’t a small accomplishment, hell you’ve had more reigns than Becky Lynch.

‘Amber, hey! You alright?!’ You look behind you and see Alexa running towards you. ‘Hey Lex. I’ve been better. I just asked Vince for my release’ You explained to Alexa. ‘What?! Why. You can’t leave! You’re amazing and I’m gonna miss you like hell’ Alexa pleads with you. ‘I wish I could Lex, but I’m not gonna be treated like a dickhead and my brother has offered me a contract with AEW’ You whispered the last part quietly, as WWE was their revival company. ‘Damn. Joining the enemy, huh. I will respect any decision you make. Just don’t forget about me, ok. I love you so much Ambs’ Alexa says whilst giving you a massive hug ‘I will never forget about you Lex. We will always see each other’ you reassure her and let go of the hug. You smile at her once again and walk out the arena

‘Oh and Amber’ you hear before leaving ‘Don’t forget to give Jon a big hug’ she says and winks. You roll your eyes and leave.

You and Jon have had a complicated relationship. Before getting with Renee, you two were best friends. You did everything together. You ate together, roomed together and even road together. However, that all changed when he got with Renee. You two slowly stopped hanging out and that’s when you realised you had feeling for him. You were silently praying they would end their relationship, but they did the complete opposite in 2017. They got married. That’s when you knew you had to stop all feelings for him. You actually did. You started a relationship with Finn Balor a couple of months after they got married, and you really liked Finn. However, that ended a couple of months ago, when he got drafted to Smackdown and got stayed on Raw. The only con about joining AEW was seeing Jon. Cody and him became really close friends, and you were happy that Jon was happy their and was making friends. But, you knew you were gonna be treated correctly at AEW.

*Present day*

Today was the day you were debuting at AEW. News broke out 3 weeks ago that you were released from WWE, and everyone was hoping and praying you join AEW. You were currently sitting backstage in front of a screen watching Brandi vs Allie’s match. It was ‘Fight for the fallen’ tonight, and you were going to debut at the end of their match. The plan was for Brandi and Awesome Kong to beat up Allie, and you were gonna save her. Starting your feud with Brandi.

‘Hey sis. You ready for tonight?!’ Cody sits next to you and hugs you ‘Yeah I can’t wait. Thanks again for giving me this opportunity. I love you’ you smile and hug him. ‘No worries. I know how much wrestling means to you, and you deserve all the recognition you get. I mean it’ he relies. You look at the screen and see Brandi about to pin Allie. ‘I guess what’s my queue’ you say and stand up ‘You got this sis!’

‘One. Two. Three’ ring the bell!! ‘The winner of this match, Brandi Rhodessss’ Justin announces ‘awww come on Allie. Get up girl. What’s wrong bitch? Huh’ Brandi shouts at Allie. Her and Kong start to kick, punch, throw her around the ring. ‘This is unacceptable. Brandi won the match. She doesn’t have to do this!’ Jim Ross exclaims on commentary

*Amber’s theme song*

‘Oh. My. God. Is that Amber?!’ Jim Ross exclaims as you run down the ramp to the ring. ‘That sure as hell is here. What is she doing here?!! The crowd is going nuts!’ Alex says. It’s true, when you ran out, the crowd was going nuts. They were chanting ‘Holy Shit!’ ‘This is awesome’ ‘Amber!’ You dropkick Kong our the ring and went straight to work on Brandi. You do your signature move on her and go and check on Allie. ‘You alright?!’ You ask. ‘Yeah I’m good. Thanks Amber’ she smiles and stands up. You look around the arena and see everyone standing up, cheering. ‘I’m back baby’ you wink at the camera.

You and Allie walk backstage and are greeted by your brother, Cody. ‘That was fucking amazing. Great job, sis. They fucking love you!’ You hug him ‘thanks Cody. I’m gonna go to the locker room and freshen up. I’ll see you and Brandi tonight?’ You ask. You and Brandi were really great friends. I mean she was your sister in law after all. It was funny being in a feud with one of your family members. ‘Yeah definitely. See you then’ he replies.

Jon’s POV:

‘I’m back baby’. Jon was watching your match. All of it. He was in his changing room and couldn’t believe you joined AEW. He thought you were happy in WWE but he couldn’t deny the happiness he felt inside him when he saw you in that ring. Him and Renee got divorced 3 months ago. After joining AEW and her still being in WWE, it was too much for them and long distance wasn’t his thing. He always had a special place in his heart for you. When you were best friends, he did have feelings for you, but Renee happened and he did fall in love with her.

He left his changing room and made his way to catering. He didn’t have a match tonight, but he still liked coming to the arena. ‘Shit, I’m so sorry’ he hears a girl say from the floor. ‘No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going’ he replies and looks down. Only to see you on the floor. His heart just stopped.

Amber’s POV:

You start walking to the locker room looking at your phone. You got a text from Alexa, saying how proud she was with your debut. You were happy that her and you managed to stay close friends. That was until you walked into what felt like a brick wall. ‘Shit, I’m so sorry’ you exclaim. ‘No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going’ you hear the guy say. You look up and see Jon. Your heart just stops.

‘Amber...h-hi. How are you?’ He says and puts his hand out to pick you up. ‘Yeah I’m good. How are you?’ You smile and take his hand. The hand with the stupid, tattooed wedding ring. You never understood why he got his wedding band tattood. Why not buy a regular wedding band? What if you get divorced? The feelings you felt before just resurfaced. Stupid feelings. ‘I’ve been better. You know. Going through a divorce isn’t the best thing, but I feel better now’ he smiles. Wait divorced. Did he just say, he got divorced?! ‘Yo-you got divorced? Why didn’t you tell me? I mean I know he haven’t spoken to each other in a while, but I’m still your friend. I could’ve helped you’ you ask. ‘I know but you were in WWE. She was there too. I guess, it would’ve triggered me too much. I’m sorry, Amber. I really am. I’m glad your here tho. I really am’ he smiles and hugs you. ‘Me too Jon’ I say. Little did you know, Cody and Brandi were standing not that far away seeing this. ‘You know they’re meant to be right?’ Brandi tells your brother. ‘I know. I hope she goes for it’ he replies.

*Later that night*

You, Cody, Brandi, Jon and some others decided to celebrate the success of the PPV and went our for a couple of drinks. You felt so much happier being here than at WWE. Everyone around you was so friendly. Kenny was amazing and sweet. He helped show you around the arena, and you guys became friends quite quickly. ‘Hey, Amber. You want me to get you another drink?’ He asks you. ‘Uh, yeah sure. Thanks Ken’ you smile. You could see Jon shift in his seat in front of you, looking a little disoriented. ‘You alright Jon?’ You ask him. ‘Yeah I’m good’ he drinks his drink. You didn’t want to toot your own horn, but you thought he seemed a little jealous. I mean, come on. Kenny is great and all, but he’s no Jon. You were so relived when he said him and Renee got divorced. You may have sounded like a bitch, but you really loved him. Like a lot. Kenny came back with your drink and sat next to you.

The night went on. Everyone got a little tipsy, expect for you and Jon. You guys were the designated drivers for tonight, and you knew you couldn’t get drunk. You guys had one drink and that was it. ‘Hey Amber. You want to go out tomorrow?’ Kenny asked you. Right after he said that, Jon stood up and left to go outside ‘for some air’. ‘Oh uh...I would love to but I have training tomorrow. Maybe another time’ you say. You didn’t really have training tomorrow, but you didn’t want to lead him on. You stood up and followed Jon outside.

‘Hey. You alright?’ You ask him. ‘Yeah I’m good, doll. Looking forward to your little date with Kenny tomorrow?’ He smirks. You could hear the tint of jealously coming out of his mouth. ‘There’s going to be no date tomorrow, actually. Why, you jealous Jon’ you smirk back. ‘Why would I be jealous for? Were best friend remember. It’s all good’ he replies back. Best friends. Right. Nothing more, nothing less. ‘Just messing with you’ you sigh and sit on the bench outside the pub. You wish you two could be more than friends. Renee isn’t in the picture, it would be perfect. However, you knew he didn’t like you like that. It was obvious. ‘I’m gonna head back in. See if the guys are ready to leave’ you say and just as you were about to get up, Jon pulls your arm to sit back down. ‘Why did you think I was jealous for?’ Jon asks. ‘I didn’t. I was joking remember’ I whisper. ‘I don’t think you were joking’ he whispers back. You looked into his eyes. ‘Look Jon, it was just a silly jo-‘ you were then cut off by his lips onto yours. It took you a couple of seconds to realises what was happening, until you started kissing him back. ‘I really like you Jon’ you say into the kiss. ‘I really, fucking like you too, Amber’ he replies back. You break apart and smile at each other. ‘Let me take you on a date tomorrow’ he smirks. ‘I would love that’ you smile and kiss him again.

‘Hey g-guys leets go ho-‘ Cody says walking out the pub, but stops when he sees you and Jon. He stands there and smirks. ‘I told you she would go for it’ he smirks at Brandi.

#jon moxley #aew #aew imagine #wwe #cody rhodes #brandi rhodes #kenny omega #request #alexa bliss #wwe imagine #dean ambrose

[mystarmyangel]

[TRANS-200321 Interview ] [90-ers are coming] Lim YoonA “In the past 13 years.. I have been working hard to portray a new side of me”

This is a new generation where dramas and movies are received well publicly. Just like the buzzword ‘The 90-ers are coming’, they are creating huge influence socially and culturally, this is the 90-ers. Sports Chosun marks its 30th anniversary since the launch on 21 March 1990, and we took this chance to speak with friends of the same age. Just like the phrase ’90-ers are coming’ we invited the 3 main characters of the new troika: Shin Sekyung, Go Ara, Lim YoonA.

Lim YoonA who debuted in 2007 through SNSD’s single album ‘Into The New World’ has also started her acting career through ‘9 Ends 2 Outs’ at the same time, clearly showing her charms as an all-round entertainer right from the start. YoonA debuted as a member of Korea’s top idol group SNSD and has gained immerse popularity domestically and aboard. Other than actively promoting as a singer, YoonA has also actively met viewers through ‘You Are My Destiny (2008)’, ‘Cinderella Man (2009)’, ‘Love Rain (2012)’, ‘Prime Minister & I (2013)’, ‘The K2 (2016)’, ‘The King In Love (2017)’.

‘The True All-round Entertainer’ Lim YoonA debuted on the big screen in 2017 through the movie ‘Confidential Assignment’, establishing herself as an actress through dramas and movies. Last year, YoonA starred in the movie ‘EXIT’ which receives an excellent result of 9.4m moviegoers, dominating the movie screen last summer. YoonA also won the popularity award at ‘The 40th Blue Dragon Film Awards’ and the best new actress award at ‘The 20th Women In Film Festival’ etc. She is also in the center among all the 90-ers, earning attention for her future works.

Q: Recently, ’90-ers are coming’ has become a buzzword and is gaining attention and spreading through the society. The entertainment industry is no exception, there are even sayings that ‘1990-born actresses performances are especially outstanding’. How do you feel being part of it? A: First of all, I am thankful for the compliment. The 1990-born are all stepping into 30s. Not only towards work and career, there are also many changes to our personal growth. The energy that we exuded are also different from the past. I think that these positive energies come from all the areas we are active in. The 90-ers are dazzling in their own aspect of performances in the society. I am happy and grateful to receive this interview.    

Q: Speaking of ‘1990-born’, it seems everyone feel that it is a generation that is between middle-aged and the youths. Do you face any difficulties in real life? A: Just like how we have many sunbaes when we first debut, right now our hoobaes are getting more and more too. It is especially when we attend music events, there are more hoobaes than sunbaes. But on the contrary, when I am shooting dramas and movies, the people I mostly work with are my sunbaes and I am usually the maknae there.

Since I have only filmed 2 movies thus far, I received a lot of help from the sunbaes and they take care of me well. So rather than saying there are difficulties, I received more help from them. And it is precisely because I received a lot of help, I also thought about my past experiences when I see my hoobaes, I hope that I can help and take care of them with my own experience.

Q: From Eun San in ‘The King In Love’ to ‘EXIT’ you acted as the main leads, everyone think that you have gotten more mature in the selection of role. What are the reasons that make you chose those roles? I am curious if the criteria of choosing roles and the aspects of your life have changed? A: I used to be very conscious of outside view. From few years ago, I started to get rid of this mindset and focus more on my personal growth. When choosing project, I will think of what I can learn from acting in this project and playing this role, disregarding the outcome. I will consider if I will be able to portray a new side of me, I decide on project and role based on these criteria. Although I indeed am more attracted towards characters that are active and determined, but I do not wish to be limit myself to only these genres or characters. I tend to choose projects and roles of what I feel and am attracted to. So regardless of the outcome, at least I will be satisfied with the results.  

Q: It has been 13 years since you debut as a member of SNSD, in this period you have also done a variety of activities, can you comment on this duration as an actress? A: In actual fact, I auditioned numerous times before landing a role in my debut drama ‘9 Ends 2 Outs’. I debut as an actress first and one month later I debut as a member of SNSD. After which I acted in ‘You Are My Destiny’ as my first leading role. Thereafter even though I do not have a lot of acting projects, my acting activity has never stop. Promoting as a member of SNSD and as an actress, I was able to show a variety of things parallelly. It seems like I have spent the past 13 years displaying different sides of me to everyone.

Particularly from the movie ‘Confidential Assignment’, I felt that the standards of what I want to show have changed. After ‘Confidential Assignment’, I have also displayed new sides of me through ‘Hyori’s Homestay 2’ and ‘EXIT’ which I have also received love from everyone. This became an opportunity for me to broaden my views.

To be honest, I have less experience in acting as compared to my singing career, so I want to accumulate more experience in acting.

Rather than giving a commentary on the past, I would like to say that those are the days where I have worked really hard running to where I am today. So right now rather than saying I want to change my past’s image, it is more like ‘the same me who has went through different kind of experiences think it’s the time now to show different sides of myself to the viewers’.

Q: Please tell us what it means to live as a celebrity in Korea? A: Of course, there are times when it is hard to live as a celebrity and it is true that there are many responsibilities that come along too. However, I personally think that I have also gained special power from the love I received from everyone. The reality is, I wish for more freedom and more ordinary life too, however I do know that I can’t have everything I want.

Not only celebrities, but all occupations and everyone will face some difficulties and have their pros and cons. If I think it this way, then I wouldn’t have thoughts like ‘it is celebrity this title that gives me these difficulties’, so long as you change your perspective, celebrity this title also brought many strengths.

Most importantly, I have received a lot of love as SNSD’s YoonA and actress Lim YoonA, even up till now I am still receiving so many cheers and love. So, I am always grateful for that and want to show an even better side of me.

Q: As a 1990-born young actress, what is the biggest worry you have lately? A: Firstly, the thing I thought of the most is definitely my next project. I am thinking what different side of me I can show and will prepare myself to present a better side of me. Also, it’s the things I have been learning and trying new things in my everyday life. As I look back on my life, the Lim YoonA as a celebrity seem to be consistently busy, but the Lim YoonA as an ordinary person did not seem to have done much, so I am taking some time to search for myself and to try new things. While on a break, I cook comfortably at home, go travelling and exercising. Not long ago, I took up HSKK (Chinese Proficiency Conversation Test) and passed it. The time that I used to do all these, I feel like it has become a time for me to recharge myself.

Q: Lastly, can you reveal thoughts on your future activities and the plans you have for the next 10 years as a 90-er. A: I am good at doing things that are in front of me, and not the kind that will plan big ahead, so it is difficult to explicitly talk of my future plans. I am curious too! I think that going forward I will still be giving my best in the situation I am in and showing my best side too. Everyone do take care of your health and cheer up!

Source: Naver Cr Chinese Trans by Limyoonabar (木白 & 黃黃) Eng Trans: mystarmyangel (1) (2)

#YoonA #Interview #Trans

[cupcakemolotov]

Act Like It

CONGRATULATIONS TO @lalainajanes FOR GETTING THE JOB! HERE IS A BIT OF CONGRATULATIONS SMUT FOR YOU. IT IS EVEN AH!

Warnings: Smut. Assassins. Fake Marriage (of a sort). Discussion of torture, murder, stealing, non-con cloning, more murder. Mostly a lot of assassins behaving badly and then, smut.

Caroline’s fingers curled reflexively on the knife she’d slipped beneath her pillow as the front door of her modest apartment quietly closed. A quick glance at the neon clock on the other side of the bed said it was a little past two am. An intruder expecting easy prey was about to have a bad night. It’d been a really rough two days. A little violence might be just what she needed to clear her head. The flickering of the hallway light turning on surprised her, as did the familiar sound of her name being spoken in an accent she hadn’t expected to hear again for years.

Klaus stepped into her line of sight a moment later, wearing what she’d taken to calling his work clothes, the dark shirt and pants form fitting but breathable. Only his gloves and gun were missing, and the state of his curls said he’d showered recently.

She tried not to fidget as his gaze raked down her body. The small curve of his lips in the light as he took in her wild hair and weapon was a kick to her gut, but it was the slight stiffening of his his body as he realized what she was wearing that left her heart pounding.

“What are you doing here?” She demanded, shoving her hair out of her face. Relief that he was okay and embarrassment at being caught in his clothes warred in her chest, and she felt her ears burning. But even embarrassed, his presence eased the tight muscles in her neck and the strain behind her eyes. “You’re freaking lucky I recognized you.”

“Now, love, we both know you’d never throw your only weapon.” The soft indulgence in his words left her scowling.

“What on earth gave you the idea that this is my only weapon?”

Klaus laughed softly, leaning against the door jam and she reluctantly found herself relaxing at the sound. He lifted his hands, offering his palms in apology as his expression softened. “I would have avoided waking you if I could but with the last few days being what they were, I found myself impatient. I needed to see you are well.”

She bit her lip, rolling her knife hilt along her palm as unexpected nerves fluttered in her belly. “I thought you’d have been on the first plane back to London by now.”

Klaus’ head tipped in silent acknowledgement of her words, jaw working for a long moment. “I considered it.”

A simple statement, but it left too much between them. There was no chance she’d manage to go back to sleep until he explained what that meant, and she put her knife down with a scowl. “Seriously? That’s it? You considered it?”

His eyes closed briefly and he rubbed his jaw. “Why don’t you come with me into the kitchen. I’ll make coffee. We can talk.”

She ignored the coaxing in his voice and gave the clock one more longing glance, though it was mostly for show. They both knew her curiosity would overrule her need for sleep. Huffing, Caroline reached for the sheath for her knife. “Fine, but this better be good, Mikaelson.”

“I’ll start the pot,” he murmured before disappearing back down the hall. The lights flickered on further in her apartment, followed shortly by the sound of running water. When she didn’t hear the sound of the kettle being used, she blew out a breath.

If Klaus was drinking coffee instead of his gross tea, it was likely to be one hell of a conversation.

Sighing, Caroline pushed herself out of the tangle of bedding and walked to her closet to find a robe. She had no intention of pulling on clothes, much less a bra when she still had some hope of sleeping at some point. Studiously ignoring other half of the closet, she pulled on the terry bath robe and tried to sort her mess of emotions.

She’d received a short text from Klaus a little over thirty six hours earlier, letting her know both he and Rebecca were alive. The relief had been short lived. Worse, he hadn’t replied to her return text, and when he’d been radio silent for more than eight hours, she’d finally destroyed her phone. Silas had critically compromised their communications networks, and it had taken both her and Enzo hours to patch together what they could long enough to get put out a warning before nuking their servers.

The last bit of information she’d seen go through the hastily created safety net had been from Elijah. The ping had been for Europe. The States would be too hot for what was left of their gutted agency, and the order to retreat had been expected. Particularly as the bodies had continued to pile up.

The Feds were not going to appreciate their dead agents anymore than they would like Silas’ murder.

Playing with the plain band on her left hand, Caroline tried not to speculate what Klaus wanted. In the tiny, secret part of her heart she knew what she hoped for but Klaus had never been easy to read. Deciding there was no point in running in tired mental circles, she padded out of the bedroom and squinted at the lights. The kitchen smelled of percolating coffee, and Klaus was rummaging through the cabinets, the long line of him absurdly distracting.

Refusing to stare or do something silly like slide her arms around his waist for a hug, Caroline opened the fridge to dig out the tiny bottle of flavored creamer she’d picked up earlier.  “Who did you kill?”

“Just a couple loose ends,” Klaus said as he pulled down mugs and handed her one. Knowing that could mean anything after the last two days, she made a noncommittal noise and reached for the coffee pot. It paused its stream and she dumped almost a cups worth of coffee her mug before putting it back on to finish.

Ignoring the intensity of Klaus’ gaze, she added her creamer. “The rest of your siblings all accounted for?”

She hadn’t seen a message about Kol. He’d already said Rebekah was with him, so she hadn’t worried about her least favorite Mikaelson. Klaus was a dangerous opponent on his own, but he and Rebekah together tended to leave a trail of carnage behind them. She wondered who had drawn the unfortunate straw of trying to arrest them or if Silas had simply tried to have them assasinated.

“Hmm,” he agreed, exasperation threading through his words. She turned to face him, biting the side of her tongue when his eyes unapologetically took their sweet time lifting from bare length of her legs. Heat lingered in his gaze, dark and potent, but his words were cool. “Kol finally popped up in Germany. Not a scratch on him.”

“Pity,” she muttered hoping she sounded just as unaffected. The kitchen was cool but her skin suddenly felt flushed.

Klaus’ eyes gleamed. “Finn’s dead.”

Caroline wondered at Klaus’ blase tone when speaking of his least favorite brother’s murder when she knew his emotions ran hot. She’d known there had been no love lost between Finn and Klaus, their personalities and opinions had usually been in stark contrast to each other. But Klaus has always been loyal in his own way, and Finn’s death would not have been an easy matter.

“What happened?”

Klaus tipped his head to the side. “He was our traitor.”

“Finn? You’re sure?”

“Quite. Elijah confirmed the kill.”

Shock raced through her. For Elijah to murder his brother, Finn would have to have betrayed the family on a fundamental level. Elijah, she knew, would have been sure before performing the execution.

Leaning against the counter, Caroline let herself really study Klaus’ face. The scruff was familiar, as was the set of his mouth. It looked like he’d actually gotten some sleep, the bastard. The tightness at the corners of his mouth, the small lines at the corners of his eyes were more from anger than grief and so she finally nodded in acceptance.

“Do we know why?”

“Nothing too exciting, I’m afraid. Good old-fashioned revenge. It seems Finn never forgave Esther for Sage’s death.”

Caroline had never met Sage. Seven years younger than Klaus, she had been little more than a child when Sage had died. Her parents had been divorced long before the eldest Mikaelson had married, and Bill had insured her contact to Liz had been sparse.

Not that her mother had fought for visitation.

“But why Silas?” She questioned, pulling her thought away from her painful childhood. “He hated your mother, but Esther has been dead for months.”

Klaus sighed, and lifted to drag through his curls. “Sage was Silas’s niece, through his wife, Amara. He too, did not lightly forgive her death.”

Caroline grimaced. It explained why Finn and Silas had collaborated, if not the how. She wondered when Esther’s ghosts would stop haunting them.

“Finn knew what he was doing.” She finally murmured. “I am sorry it came to that though.”

“I’m not.”

She gave him an exasperated look. “Klaus.”

“Better to weed out the traitors now than later, love.” That small smile that curved his lips at her huff did funny things to her insides. His gaze dipped and lingered on her left hand, and he leaned back against the counter, something satisfied flickering in his eyes. “You’re still wearing your ring.”

Her fingers tightened on her mug at the change of subject, and Caroline shrugged. Lied. “Habit.”

It hadn’t been entirely habit that had kept the ring on her finger after she’d slipped into the crowd, a burn phone in her pocket with Enzo’s number temporary number and her knife beneath her jacket. Once inside the safety of this safe house, the pretense of her fake marriage from the last year should have faded away. Instead, she’d found herself missing him, even while knowing that Klaus was likely on his way to rendezvous with the remains of his family and far away from her.

The last two days had shoved a lot of the truths she’d been hiding from herself into her face and it’s left her on emotionally shaky ground. It was why she’d pulled out one of Klaus’ Henleys to sleep in instead any number of pajamas. For all of his many and terrible faults, over the past year, Klaus had become someone grounded her. So she’d decided to give herself one night to lick her emotional wounds, to wish the charade of her marriage had been real.

But Klaus was here.

What did she do with that?

Klaus seemed to consider her lie, unbothered by the growing silence and then his fingers slipped beneath the high collar of his shirt to pull free a simple chain that was mingled among the rest of his collection. On the end of it was the ring she’d given him, and she stared at it in surprise.

“Damon and Stefan are dead,” he said casually, as if he hadn’t pivoted from one topic and back to another, his arms folded comfortably in front of his chest. The gold of the ring glinted in the bright kitchen lights. “Kol was able to confirm they were Silas’ secondary points of contact. I imagine they won’t be the only traitors we find buried in our ranks.”

Her eyes briefly closed. The Salvatore’s hadn’t been people she’d been friendly with, particularly Damon, but Stefan had been kind to her when he didn’t have to be. “Damn.”

He gave a little shrug, clearly unconcerned with their deaths. She wondered if they’d been the loose ends. “I heard you dealt with Silas.”

Caroline glanced at him as she deliberately took another sip of her cooling coffee. There was a strange sort of satisfaction in his gaze as she nodded, a flicker of heat that shouldn’t have given her goosebumps. “Yes.”

Silas had strolled into the remains of her headquarters after the Feds had killed her friends, secure in the knowledge that he’d won. It’d pissed her off and she was used to being underestimated. She’d known that the Feds had brushed her off as a pretty showpiece that Klaus pulled out now and again to prove he wasn’t completely insane. A bit of a pretty distraction, to keep him from going truly off kilter. It hadn’t mattered that she was Liz Forbes’ daughter.

Not to them.

That had been a mistake. While she had grown up outside of the family business, she’d still grown up in terrible violence. And Silas?

He’d stood between her and Enzo. Enzo, who had been her first friend in her new life. Silas had deserved that bullet.

“I don’t know what Silas was promised, but he seemed very comfortable dismantling the security protocols.” Her gaze narrowed, nails tapping against her coffee mug. “It was like he was looking for something.”

“Amara,” Klaus said and she blinked, not understanding. “Either Finn or Feds promised him Amara. Finn, most likely. While the Feds were useful tools, I am not certain Finn would have told them that particular tidbit of our family history.”

“I thought Amara was dead?” Caroline questioned, still confused. “She died in the same accident that killed Qetsiyah, right?”

“My mother was not that merciful,” Klaus said softly. “Amara is at a medical facility in Switzerland, in an induced coma. She was injured horribly, but she survived, though living is perhaps too strong of a word for the past thirty years. Esther seemingly decided that Amara could potentially be worth more alive to her than dead and acted accordingly.”

Caroline shook her head. “That’s…”

“Esther and Silas had quite the volatile history, as you can imagine.” Klaus shrugged. “We’re fairly certain he was behind Esther’s assassination. If he hadn’t attempted to destroy the rest of our family, I’d have let him live in thanks for her death.”

“Did the Salvatore’s know about Amara?”

“Unlikely. My mother hid her secrets well. They did, however, know more about Elena and Katerina than they should have.”

She froze, mug halfway to her mouth and stared at Klaus. “What?”

“Esther was obsessed with immortality,” Klaus said dryly. “Katerina and Elena’s existence owe that obsession for their existence.”

“I knew your mother was crazy,” Caroline spluttered, struggling to comprehend what she was heading. “But human clones? Seriously?”

“A project that will be rendered obsolete in a matter of hours,” he said. “But once Silas was tipped off about Amara’s existence, it was only a matter of time before he made a move. I imagine the Salvatore brothers thought themselves clever in their dealings, when in reality they were just pawns to be moved about.”

Reaching for the coffee pot, Caroline refilled her mug with slightly shaky fingers. “You’re family was so much easier to deal with when I thought you were just killing people for money.”

Klaus made a low noise of amusement. “Liz was not so innocent in these dealings, love.”

No. She wouldn’t have been, and Caroline had thought she’d known what she was getting into when she’d tracked her mother down. Bill had always been tight lipped about the organization he’d left behind, but she did know Qetsiyah’s death had been the catalyst for a lot of things that had gone utterly wrong. Caroline didn’t know how Liz couldn’t have known what her oldest living friend had been up too.

That Liz had let it continue… it said a lot.

Bill hadn’t been wrong, to call Liz a monster. But his fallacy had been to believe that training one monster to kill another had been his best choice. Caroline knew with a bone deep certainty that if she’d followed her father’s plan he would have murdered her at her return.  An attempt to end the line at the root. No mother; no daughter.

She was what both her parents had made her

“There isn’t likely to be much that is salvageable, even on our backup servers. Enzo was extremely thorough in wiping anything the Feds hadn’t,” Caroline said finally, changing the subject. There was no point on dwelling on Esther’s mistakes or digging too deeply into old ghosts that weren’t entirely hers. Not when Liz and Esther were both dead and buried.

“Anything Finn knew about or had access too should be destroyed.”

She nodded her agreement. “There are couple of hidden caches if you want to rebuild.”

“If?” Klaus murmured.

Caroline glanced at him and lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “I guess it depends on where you plan on going from here. More than half of our people are dead and the rest should be going underground.”

Enzo had wanted to scatter, to disappear into Mexico and then on to South America. Caroline has asked for seventy two hours, unable to fight the niggling hope that maybe…

Just, maybe.

Klaus’ lips curved a little, a hint of a dimple peeking from his cheek. “Liz never understood what she had, did she? I know what I want our options to be, love. But a great deal of it will depend on you.”

Caroline frowned, pulse picking up at the deliberate phrasing of his words. “What does that mean?”

Klaus’s head tipped to the side, gaze holding hers. “I have arranged a private plane to take me to Prague in two days. We need to regroup, assess what’s left, and then go after our enemies in such a way no one will ever contemplate betraying us again.”

It would be bloody, time consuming work. She imagined the rest of his siblings were thrilled.  Sometimes it had felt like the petty squabbling and backbiting between the them would drive her insane, but once all of them locked on the same target, they never failed to remove it.

“You want to rebuild.”

“Not entirely. Silas and the Feds were able to exploit cracks in our organization that should not have existed.” His eyes hardened. “Some things should never have existed.”

Amara, Caroline thought. And all the secrets she kept. “How many do you think we’ll have left once the traitors are dealt with?”

“Outside the family? A dozen, maybe less.”

That number surprised her. “So few?”

Klaus nodded. “Silas culled our numbers too easily, which confirms what Elijah and I already knew. As an organization, we’d grown too bloated on our own egos.”

Caroline frowned at him. Klaus had never offered her so much information so freely. Six months ago, she’d have worried he meant to kill her too. But that’d have been… before. “Why tell me?”

“When I leave, I want you to come with me.”

Caroline caught her lip with her teeth and considered. She’d never been to Europe. She didn’t know it’s cities or its languages. Her father had never truly expected her to live past her late teens, so he had failed to give her the tools to run in that direction. But she was smart, would eventually learn what she needed too. She’d outlived her father, and even more surprisingly, her mother. Still…

“I’m not sure I’d add much value at this point,” she said slowly, carefully. She could kill and did when necessary, but she’d never be comfortable as an assassin. No matter how her father had tried to shape her. Her work with Enzo had been a project her mother had given her to keep her busy, not because she’d been expected to thrive.

But she had. But for this…

A chance to build, even if it was on the blood and ash of their enemies. She wanted the chance so badly her hands would have shaken if she hadn’t held the mug so tightly. It scared her.

“If you’re being selective on who you rebuild with, Enzo might be the better choice.” Although she wasn’t certain her friend would thank her for suggesting him. Or that she was being honest.

“You mistake me,” Klaus said. His eyes glittered in the light, and the tiny hairs on the back of her neck rose in warning. “And while I disagree that you would be anything but an asset, we can argue about that another time. What is important for you to understand right now is that I want you to come with me, Caroline. And I want you to be there as my wife.”

She jolted and nearly dropped her mug. Hot coffee sloshed over her fingers as her heart pounded loudly in her ears. Cursing, she set her mug down and reached for a paper towel.

“That’s not funny.”

“I wasn’t joking.”

“We aren’t actually married,” she pointed out in exasperation, trying to ignore the pounding of her pulse and the heat in her cheeks. It was a struggle to calm her racing pulse, the need that left her words shaky. “The wedding was fake.”

Klaus’ head tipped to the side, face set in serious lines she almost didn’t recognize. “I know the official reason for the ceremony was for cover, but is that what your mother said?”

She stared at him, unbalanced and suddenly breathless. Liz Forbes had never fully trusted Caroline. At seventeen and finally free of her father’s terrible machinations, Caroline had known that Liz was just waiting for her to try to slip a knife into her back. It was what Bill Forbes had spent all the years after their divorce training her to do, after all. There had been no love lost between her parents and Bill Forbes had hated his ex-wife. It hadn’t just been Esther who solved romantic disputes with murder, and Steven’s death had apparently ended what had been left of her parent’s partnership. At seven, Caroline cried endlessly for her mom. At seventeen, she faced down that same mother as a cool, disapproving figure who judged more harshly than her father ever had.

But even though she’d only ever found exactly what her father claimed she would in Liz, Caroline had finally found herself. It had taken time and a great deal of work, but while the Mikaelsons had watched her with cold eyes, they’d given her a chance to prove herself. And she absolutely had. She was good at what Enzo had taught her, and she was even better at organizing resources and finding potential breakdowns in backgrounds and covers.

She’d found she loved the work, to boot.

But Caroline would have sworn on a bible from any religion that during the five years that she worked for her mom, Liz Forbes had been trying to push her daughter out. That her mom had abandoned her to Bill because she’d found it too difficult to manage both her career and her family, even knowing that Bill was raising a potential threat. Liz had found her only child’s existence to be a nuisance, and her existence inside the organization had been eclipsed only by her potential threat level if they cut her loose.

Then Liz had announced her intention that Caroline marry to Klaus.

Caroline had not taken it well.

The fact that Klaus has agreed to the sham of marriage in the first place had been difficult to wrap her brain around. No one in the organization would ever willingly leave the kind of paper trail a marriage would generate, and the idea that she would marry Klaus of all people had been ludicrous. That Liz had even made the decision to arrange the marriage had been even more baffling, particularly when she’d told Caroline it was for her own good.

That it was for cover.

Klaus had been a blade wielded by Esther, the monster in the dark that even Elijah had watched with wary eyes. Only Rebekah and Kol had seemed unbothered by the brutal violence that lived so close to surface, younger siblings assured of their older brother’s loyalty as long as they never betrayed him. Klaus hadn’t needed some sort of fake domesticity to hide who and what he was from the people around them.

They already knew and were terrified by him.

Back then, he’d scared her too.

“Liz rarely explained anything,” Caroline said with a shrug as she turned to toss the wet paper towels, refusing to feel the familiar prick of hurt at that truth. “Did she need to explain anything? We aren’t legally married, Klaus. It was a sham ceremony and I imagine the so called marriage license was burned with everything else that could have left a paper trail. So I don’t know why her opinion would matter, much less mine. It’s not like I was given a choice.”

She turned to face him and froze, eyes widening as she took in his expression as he moved closer, his hands boxing her in and braced on either side of her on the countertop. The edge of the counter pressed uncomfortably against her spine, but she couldn’t bring herself to move as he studied her face with an intensity so hot it felt like a touch. It was rare they were this close to each other outside of their bed and her skin ached with awareness.

“What you think matters to me.”

She swallowed harshly at those softly rumbled words. It hadn’t been until her mother had admitted she was dying from cancer, that Liz had bothered to say anything about Caroline's wedding other than her original marching orders.

He’ll protect you, when I cannot anymore.

Caroline had never had a reason to believe those words. Liz Forbes had never done anything that Caroline could view as protecting, had never seen so much as a hint of softness except for that lone sentence as she sat on her deathbed. Her mother had been a lot of things, most of them complicated, but a mother made up such a small percentage of her identity.

And Klaus?

In all the years she had spent in the organization, they had rarely worked together. But every interaction she’d had with him had been filled with exchanged insults and his particular brand of nettling that had never failed to get under her skin. Enzo had warned her about the Mikaelsons when she first started working with him, and yet; even knowing what she’d known, she’d been unable to hold her tongue around Klaus. Not that her had ever let her try, always pushing until her temper snapped.

It’d probably been stupid to let him rile her. But as she’d told her father as he’d bled out at her feet, she would make her own choices going forward, and if those choices led to her death, so be it. Better to die a Queen than a Pawn. So she’d refused to take Klaus’ shit, even if it meant risking a knife in a dark hallway.

But even her stubbornness hadn’t been a match for her mother and it’d made her so angry to be forced into a wedding. But she’d married Klaus anyway. Fake cover, sham wedding or some twisted idea of protection, it hadn’t mattered. None of it had been legal and she’d refused to think of it as binding. At the ceremony she’d been ungracious and visibly angry, the shame of it leaving her hot with embarrassment and rage.

Klaus has been surprisingly polite at their wind, roughly kind, but she’d sworn to herself she’d hate him to her grave. And she’d given it her best effort. Usually, she was fantastic at holding grudges. But as the weeks of forced proximity had turned into months, she’d learned that underneath the prickle and bite, Klaus was surprisingly considerate. Even sweet. A lot cheesy, and he didn’t seem to mind those rare mornings where they’d both been home on a weekend and she’d woken to find she’d sprawled across the heat of him on his side of the bed. She’d found herself liking his brand of rough kindness despite herself.

Maybe even trusting him.

And once she started to trust, it’d been impossible to avoid the other, softer emotions that left her worrying when he was late for a check in. She left his food in the oven so it’d stay warm on nights she expected him. She stopped losing his tea bags in the trash can so he had to drink the instant crap he hated. She’d even gotten him a fancy European kettle for his birthday so he could heat water faster.

In turn, Klaus had made a noticeable efforts too. He stopped needling her at every opportunity, his teasing shifting to something softer, kinder. He was already assassin neat, but his bad habits of leaving towels on the floor or not rinsing his dishes before putting them in the dishwasher disappeared. He made an effort to not wake her the mornings he got up early for a job.

The sex dreams she’d simply dismissed as living with a man so intimately who cleaned up after himself and not having sex. The fact that he preferred to wander around bare chested and gorgeous had not helped her equilibrium. But while it had been impossible to ignore the chemistry between them, Klaus seemed to deliberately avoid touching her unless she touched him first. Early in their marriage, she’d appreciated it. Over the past few weeks as she wrestled with her growing feelings, she’d started to resent it.

But it’d hadn’t been until two days ago, as she put a bullet into Silas’ brain, when she faced the fact that she could really lose Klaus, that she’d realized she loved him. It had jolted through her blood like the shock of a taser. Her life had been on the precipice of another major change, and Caroline had expected him to go to Europe, to forget about her and him. To mold the remains of the organization his mother had built into his image.

Leaving her behind would have been the smart decision. A fake marriage had no place in their new world. Not when they were fighting for survival, cover stories or no. That truth had hurt, and she’d found herself mourning what could have been as she pulled his shirt over her head and climbed into a bed they’d never shared in their safe house.

One day, she’d decided as she’d laid there, when he needed a favor or their work brought them back together, she would try to see if maybe he’d missed her too. It had helped to picture all the ways they could potentially run into each other in the future while knowing it might never happen. Because not once over the past year had she ever considered that Klaus would treat the wedding ceremony as if it was real.

Licking dry lips, her stomach clenched as his gaze dropped to trace her mouth. What did it mean that he had? Her opinion mattered to Klaus. “Why on earth would you have wanted to be married to me?”

Both of his brows arched. “Why would I not?”

“Seriously? We barely knew each other. The entire thing was someone else’s idea.” She poked him in the chest and frowned. “They didn’t give me a choice, why would I assume you had one?”

“The circumstances were not ideal,” Klaus admitted freely, catching her hand. “But I do not regret marrying you.”

“But that doesn’t make sense.”

“I’ve wanted you for years, Caroline.”

“What?”

His full throated laugh did terrible things to her insides, as did his thumb sweeping across the back of her hand. “When you showed up at seventeen, you were so angry and determined. You refused to let Liz continue to ignore your existence, and impressively, you’d survived your father and come out as your own person. And no matter what your mother threw at you, no matter how she refused to see past her own mistakes, you stayed stubbornly loyal. I admired that and I wanted it for myself.”

She stared at him. “But you were such an ass.”

“It was dangerous, to let either Esther or Liz see the truth of my want, love.” His voice lowered, tinged with what might have been regret. “Not until I could assure your safety. That Esther was killed, and Liz had offered me what I already wanted so carelessly, well that played right into my hands.” Klaus’ lips curved. “You were just as mad at me during our wedding as you were the day you met your mother.”

She scoffed and pulled her hand free. “You were lucky I didn’t put poison ivy in my bouquet and hit you with it.”

His smile was wide and full of wicked amusement. “I know.”

Caroline curled her fingers tightly together to keep from reaching for him, every part of her wanting what he was offering. She’d long since accepted the world she lived in, a world she’d chosen for herself. That this man was the worst of them mattered less than the fact that she knew if he picked her, he’d hold to that choice with all that he was and he’d fight for her. He too, was teeth stubbornly loyal. She’d seen that in him this last year, as they lived as strangers in the same bed.

She wanted that sense of belonging. She wanted it so desperately. But still… “You want this to be real?”

Carefully, as if he was afraid to spook her, Klaus tucked a frizzy curl behind her ear. His voice was low, fingertips careful against her jaw. “I do.”

Lifting her chin, Caroline forced herself to meet him with the same kind of rough honestly he was giving her. Klaus was offering her everything she hadn’t quite dared to hope for but she needed to be sure. “Do you know what your asking of me? What I’ll ask of you? The kind of relationship I want is selfish, Klaus. I want someone who will pick me, who will always pick me. I won’t be my mother, to put a business over my own personal needs, no matter what that business is or who it is with.”

Klaus’ eyes glimmered as he lowered his head, words a mere rumble of sound. “And would you offer the same kind of devotion in return, Caroline?”

She swallowed. She would. For this man, she thought she would. “Yes.”

His eyes flared hot, and he pressed closer still, something achingly greedy about the set of his mouth. “Good. Because I would have gut any man you looked at even if you’d decided you wanted out.”

Her jaw dropped as she stared at the utter seriousness of his face. “Klaus…”

“Caroline,” he returned, smile curling slightly higher on one side of his mouth at her expression. “I saw your face every time Aurora tried to flirt with me since I’ve worn your ring. I’m not the only one who who has a possessive side, love. If you're squeamish committing violence against someone for what you consider improper behavior, that’s alright. I’m not.”

Licking her lips, she finally gave into her need to touch him again. Lifting her hand, she skimmed the perfect circle of his wedding ring before pressing her palm against his chest. The beating of his heart was a little quick, and she was relieved she wasn’t the only one affected in such a way. Her heart felt like a rabbits, thudding in her chest. “Most people would freak out about that.”

Klaus’ hand lifted to cover hers. “Will you?”

“No,” Caroline said honestly. The only reason she hadn’t said something every time Aurora had started simpering was because she’d assumed her marriage was fake. What claim has she had a right to defend? “Dad made sure of that.”

His fingers tightened against hers and something cold entered his gaze. “Did he?”

She rolled her eyes. “He is dead, and I killed him. Remember that.”

“Is that a warning?”

It was the hint of mischief in his voice, the glint in his eye that invited her to play, that washed away the last of her reservations. It gave her hope that they could build something sturdy on the blood and stone of their foundation. Holding her carefully straight face, she slipped her free hand behind his neck and ran her nails down the fine hairs at his nape. He shivered against her and she finally smiled at him. “Absolutely. I think you’ll find Esther was a lot more forgiving than I am.”

His hand curved along her hip, dragging her closer to the heat of him. “I don’t want your forgiveness, Caroline. I want all of you. You’re not the only one who wishes to be chosen first and above all things. Pick me, and I will return your loyalty tenfold.”

She started at him in confusion, brows furrowing. “Didn’t you just spent the last few minutes trying to tell me you somehow wrangled us into an actual marriage?”

The hand against hers pressed firmly, his gaze careful. “You said earlier you felt like you did not have a choice in our marriage. If you want out…” Klaus paused, jaw working for a moment before continuing. “If this is something you don’t want, if you’d prefer to start over somewhere else… Elijah has agreed to see to your relocation.”

Her breath caught at that annoyed admittance, the stiffness of his body against hers. Elijah, would see her... she wondered if he didn’t trust himself to let her go. Amusement and exasperation fought with each other as she realized he’d waited to admit to this until after he’d gotten her to tell him what she wanted from him. He’d waited for her to admit to what she’d been willing to commit to.

Bloody, sneaky assassin.

She supposed didn’t matter. She’d already faced these questions and these doubts, and figured out what she wanted. And now he’d told her he wanted her too.

He could make it up to her for the sneaking.

“Do you remember when we were dancing at the extremely pretentious art gallery and drank way to much champagne a few weeks ago?” She asked, smiling at the confusion on his face at the sudden switch topics, watched as he visibly worked through her question.

“I remember.”

The slight roughness to his voice told her exactly what he was remembering. It had been a fantastic dress, and Klaus had always been a terrific dance partner. It had been one of the truly date-like activities they’d done. It had also made it a lot harder to ignore her feelings for him after spending more of the evening watching his mouth and wondering.

“I spent most of the night wishing you’d kiss me.” She shook her head half exasperated with herself. “I hadn’t realized you were waiting on me to make a move.”

“And now?” He asked, eyes dark with the same hunger she felt. “You need to be sure.”

Caroline untangled her hand from his to trace the full curve of his lower lip. “I realized yesterday that I could run, Klaus. That I could get out. Become someone new and different and probably die of boredom in six months, tops. Enzo wanted to be in Mexico City by now but I…”

He didn’t move a muscle, his gaze holding hers and he mostly patiently waited for her to finish her sentence. Toes curling into the cool linoleum, she felt the flush working up her throat.

“Caroline.”

She blew out a breath. “I really wanted you walk through that door.”

“Did you?”

Caroline cracked a smile at the first real hint of arrogance in his voice, the growing gleam behind his eyes. Her smile widened and she sputtered out a laugh as he cupped her hips with both hands and crowded closer, until the heat of him was flush against her from her hips to chest. Until it was clear that she wasn’t the only one affected by the need running under her skin.

“I really did.” She forced herself to hold his gaze so he would know she was serious. “I want to be here, with you. I’m sure.”

“Good.” Klaus’ hand curved along line of her jaw, the arrogance mingling with triumph in his eyes. A hint of that private amusement of his. “Then I should probably admit I didn’t burn the marriage certificate. I have it. It’s quite safe. And I might have been prepared to file it in whatever country you relocated to if necessary.”

“Klaus Mikaelson,” she started, voice rising with outrage and restrained laughter. He didn’t let her finish, his head dipping and mouth brushing lightly across hers. She didn’t given him a chance to pull back, rising up on her toes to deepen the contact, fingers delving through his hair as she had her first real taste of him, need and arousal heady in her veins.

Whatever restraint had kept him from touching her all those months seemed to have disappeared and his hand slid to her ass, hauling her closer still as he tongue found hers. Caroline didn’t mind at all, nails digging in as the finally pulled back for air, her pulse loud in her ears. Sucking in a breath, she tried to calculate how much time they had.

“You said the plane leaves in two days?” That was probably enough time. Maybe. They could make it work, if the plane had a bed.

“Hmm,” he agreed, gaze firmly locked on her mouth. “Yes.”

Unable to help herself now that she could, Caroline leaned back in to nip at his full lower lip, sliding her tongue across the sting with a pleased little hum. “Then take me to bed. I refuse to have sex with you in the kitchen. At least for the first round.”

A shudder wracked Klaus’ frame, and his fingers dug into the curve of her ass. For a long moment he stood there, breathing hard before his hands slid to her thighs and he urged her up. Letting him catch her as she jumped, Caroline hooked her thighs over his hips, shivering as she rubbed firmly against him with that motion. It was a strain not to rock against him, to chase that perfect angle, but she wasn’t sure she trusted herself to make it out of the kitchen if she did.

The hard angle of Klaus’ jaw, the jump of a muscle in his cheek as his lashes fluttered, told her wasn’t much better off. Breathing deeply, she leaned forward and bit lightly at his jaw. “The bed, Klaus.”

His exhale was harsh as he finally started walking. “Like to use your teeth, love?”

She nipped at his throat. She might have fantasized once or twice about leaving a mark somewhere someone like Aurora would be unable to miss. “What if I do?”

The bedroom was dark, the bedding rumpled from her earlier attempt at sleeping. He dragged the covers to the end of the bed before bending over and setting her on it. “Oh, I don’t mind. But fair warning, I do plan on returning the favor.” He encouraged her to loosen her grip and his eyes were dark in the low light. His hand came up to cup her cheek, thumb feathering across her cheek. “Parts of you are quite delectable.”

She caught his hand, kissed his palm. “Only parts of me?”

A hint of a roguish smile, and he leaned over, flicking on her bed lamp, bathing the room in a warm glow. “I’ll have formed a much more informed opinion in the morning. To start, I’m going to have to insist that you take off that robe.”

Laughing, she pushed him away. “Yeah? Then how about you take off your shirt.”

“Gladly,” he said easily, reaching behind him to tug the soft fabric over his head. She caught her lip with her teeth at the play of muscles, the smooth expanse of skin she’d been quietly ogling for ages. The tangle of necklaces that rested just above the gold of his ring. When he dropped the shirt to the floor, both brows arched, she sighed and pushed to her feet. It didn’t take long to shuck the robe, but when she reached for the ends of the shirt, he stopped her, fingers curling lightly around her wrist.

“Mine?”

It was hard to feel embarrassed when his voice rumbled with such possession, but her cheeks turned pink anyway. “It’s soft.”

“Such a pretty liar,” he murmured, ignoring her indignant response. Stepping close, he lowered his head and kissed her firmly, pulling back just as her hands smoothed along his skin. “You wanted the bed, Caroline. Back you go.”

She narrowed her eyes. “We both have to many clothes on.”

“Oh, we’ll get to that,” Klaus agreed. “But I quite like the sight of you in my shirt, and I think it will stay for now.”

Heat spread beneath her skin, pooled low in her stomach. “And what do I get if I agree, huh?”

“Onto the bed, Caroline, and I’ll lick between your gorgeous legs until you scream for me, hmm?”

Yeah, she wasn’t going to argue against that. Stil… “I get to be on top next round. I want to touch too.”

His gaze burned. “Agreed.”

Well then. Twisting around, she crawled to the messy pillows and situated herself as comfortably as she could, anticipation fluttering in her stomach. When Klaus joined her on the bed, he’d shucked his socks and shoes, leaving him clad in only the black pants that did wonderful things for his ass. “Comfortable?”

Caroline wiggled back against her pillows. “Very. Come here and kiss me.”

He smiled and obliged, the heat of his mouth coaxing now instead of devouring. She curled her fingers into the necklaces around his neck and kissed until her lungs were tight, body burning with the fever he stroked in her so easily. Klaus wasn’t content with just her mouth, one hand curving over her breast to find her nipple, the other holding his weight as she arched beneath him.

When he finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard. Nudging her cheek with his nose, he smiled against her skin. “I believe I have a promise to keep.”

But instead of sliding down her body, he tugged her borrow shirt up slowly. Caroline frowned a little as he bunched the fabric beneath her breasts. He paused as he got a good look at her pale pink boy shorts, a low, thoughtful pleased rumbling in his throat. When his gaze dragged back up her body to her face, she shivered at the expression there.

“So I’ve never had someone hide my boobs during sex before,” she teased in an attempt to keep from dragging him down and demanding he take off his pants.

Klaus snorted and shifted forward to press his lips to the base of her throat, his response just as light. “And while I’m sure your breasts are perfect, Caroline, I don’t want to risk being distracted. I’ll show them proper appreciation later. With as much detail as you’d like.”

Biting her lip to stop her smile, she smoothed her hand down his chest, and paused by his ring dangling between them. Catching the skin warmed metal, she studied it in the light. She was surprised at how possessive such a simple thing could make her, this ring. Above her, Klaus went still, his hands braced on either side of her hips.

“I picked this out you know?” Caroline glanced at him from under her lashes. His kiss swollen, biteable lips and ruffled curls. All hers. “I’d decided if I was going to be married to someone, fake or not, I wasn’t going to be looking at something hideous or ridiculously fussy.”

His tongue dragged across his lips, eyes dark. “How romantic.”

She laughed, and let the ring go, more interested in what he planned than continuing to tease him. Klaus bent and kissed her stomach before tilting his head to briefly run his scruff along his jaw against her skin. She shivered at the sensations, body achingly aware of his, skin tight and hot with anticipation.

“I have another ring for you too,” Klaus murmured as he ran his lips down her abdomen, tongue a slow stroke across her skin. “To go with your band. I kept it, since at first I suspected you were more likely to flush it down the toilet than wear it.”

She moaned at the scrap of his teeth as he moved lower still, thumbs skimming along her thighs, an area she’d long noticed his fascination with. Flushing a ring was definitely something she’d have considered doing. However. “I’d never do that to good jewelry.”

A laughing glance so hotly aroused she shuddered with it. “I’ll remember that.”

The edge of his tongue pressed briefly against her through the damp cotton of her panties, and she stopped caring about anything but the heat of him between her thighs. He settled onto his elbows, fingers skimming lightly along where the fabric had grown wet and slightly translucent.

“Have you thought about this, love?” Klaus asked softly, voice growing rough with arousal. “Because I have.”

She nodded, thighs twitching at each delicate brush of his fingertips. “Yes.”

A thoughtful noise, a little more pressure on his next careful stroke. She squirmed a little, needing more, but still enjoying the tease. For now. Klaus’ mouth quirked at the move and his eyes lowered. “Tell me.”

Caroline stared at him in surprise. “You want to know about my fantasies now?”

Klaus hummed his agreement. “Fantasies, kinks, what you think about when you touch yourself to get off that you might not want to try. All your dirty thoughts. Everything.”

She wasn’t entirely adverse to the idea of sharing, the thought of listening to Klaus do the same was a good one. Particularly if he was willing to do it while they were in fairly compromising positions. Blowing out a slow breath, Caroline finally nodded. “Okay. We can work up to it.”

His gaze flickered to hers, and stayed there as his head lowered. His breath was warm, even through the cotton. “Perhaps some incentive, then.” His tongue followed the delicate patterns his fingers had already brushed against her, and Caroline pressed a hand against the headboard, the other fisting in her pillow. The friction was good but not want she wanted.

“Why am I still wearing underwear?” She managed between clenched teeth, hips rocking against the pressure of his mouth. She choked on his name when he sucked on her clit, and he pulled back with a pleased little hum, tongue running over his lips.

“You’re the one who wanted an equal exchange of clothes,” he pointed out with a shrug, the careful restraint on his face tight behind the arousal. The line of his spine was tense, the cords of his neck standing in relief. “If my pants come off, I’m not sure I’ll resist sliding inside you and this round will be much shorter than I intend to let happen.”

Caroline thought she’d be okay with that just then, but the expression behind his eyes told her he wouldn’t budge. Taking a deep, centering breath, she shook her head. “I’d be willing to be make an exception. This once.”

She tugged on the elastic of her underwear to prove her point. A lascivious curl of Klaus’ lips had her stomach tightening. “How benevolent of you.”

She spluttered, but held her tongue when he reached for the elastic band. Pulling her knees up, she wiggled around to help him remove the offending fabric. But when she went to straighten her legs, he shook his head and smoothed his hands down her thighs. “Stay just like this.”

Pursing her lips, Caroline considered the position and wiggled into a slightly better angle. He urged her thighs a little wider, leaving her open and bare to his gaze. “Okay?”

“Yes,” she said after a moment. “But why…”

Her words died in a gasp as his lowered for a second time, his tongue broad and wet and perfect against her clit. Moaning as he repeated the motion, she groped for his hair with the hand not pressed against the headboard. Klaus didn’t seem to mind, his little noise of pleasure as she tugged at his curls doing wonderful things against her sensitive flesh.

He alternated between broad, slow strokes and careful circles with his tongue until she was sweating, the hard points of her nipples visible beneath the thin fabric of her borrowed shirt. She swore at him when he shifted his mouth to her thigh, biting down lightly before sucking strongly at the sting.

“Klaus!”

His head turned to face her, and he ran his stumble across her skin for good measure. “I promised you screaming, didn’t I?”

She shifted restlessly against the hold of hands, voice a touch breathless. “An orgasm might help with that.”

Klaus made a considering noise, and his exhale was hot against her aching skin. “I see your point of course, but I also find I quite like you like this: flushed pink and thinking only of what I’m giving you with my mouth.”

She groaned, tugging firmly at his hair. “How can you not want to be inside me right now?”

His laugh was ragged and he kissed her neglected thigh. “I assure you, my cock aches, sweetheart. It has for months. All those mornings with these legs and your body pressed against me, all sleep warm? But what is a bit longer when I can have you just like this, wanting me so badly, and your taste on my tongue?” To accentuate his point, Klaus licked up her slit with a slow, lingering slide and she whined in complaint as he barely brushed her clit. Instead, his lips brushed delicately across the aching bud as he spoke. “But perhaps you’d be willing to play with your nipples for me. As incentive.”

Struggling to keep her eyes open as he held her hips still, she stared down at him. “I thought you were going to play with my boobs.”

A hint of a smile. “Think of how much better it will be once I know what you like.”

Swearing at him, Caroline untangled her fingers from his hair and skimmed it up her sweaty skin. Eyes hot with challenge, she pinched her nipple firmly through the shirt, muscles flexing against his hold as she played with her aching breast. Tilting his head, he blew across her clit before nudging her lightly with his nose. “Both hands.”

“So demanding,” she ground out. Not looking away from his gaze, Caroline pushed her shaking fingers underneath the rumpled shirt wanting skin, uncaring as the fabric fell back down her abdomen. Spine arching as she cupped her breasts, she let out a low whine as she rubbed the hard points of her nipples against her palms.

“I’ll make it worth it,” he rasped as he watched her move underneath his shirt. A moment later and he took her clit between his lips and sucked hard. The noise she made was half-wild, thighs straining against his hold. But it was the lash of his tongue, raspy and hot, the had her spine bowing. Her fingers moved heavily against her breasts, desperate for just a little more stimulation, just a touch more friction to tip her over the edge.

But every time she neared that elusive edge, Klaus pulled back just a touch, until her thighs were shaking and she was slick with strain. Her cries had grown hoarse, and Caroline wasn’t quite certain what she was saying anymore, her words incoherent and rising in each pitch at each pass of his tongue.

It was the unexpected thrust of his fingers, thumb firm and rough against her sent her reeling as his teeth pressed into her thigh with a sharp little sting. He kept her there, working her through the aftershocks until she moaned, body too sensitive for the stimulation. Half-dazed and limp, she stared up at the ceiling as he pulled his hand free and slowly kissed a path up her stomach.

“We have neighbors,” she managed finally, the thought occurring to her as she realized just how loud she’d gotten. “They’re going to hate us.”

He made a low noise of amusement and lightly kissed her nipples through his shirt before tugging at the hem. “We won’t be here long enough for it to matter. Let’s get you out of this, hmmm?”

Deciding he was right, Caroline let him help her sit up and peel the shirt away from her flushed skin. One hand immediately went to her breasts, his calloused fingers clever and she gripped his shoulders with clumsy hands. He took that as an offer to caress both breasts and she gasped against his throat.

“You’re still wearing pants.” She dug her nails in a little, just to feel him shudder. “Equal exchange, remember? And I’m naked.”

Klaus slid one hand to the middle of her back back and moved to lick across her collarbones. “I have noticed, love.”

“Klaus, seriously, take your pants off.” She demanded on a gasp as he thumbed her nipple, arching into the caress even as she complained. “I want to come again and I want you inside me when I do.”

He muttered some explicit against her skin and pulled back, steadying her with unsteady hands before he got off the bed. His movements were rough, and he didn’t bother to strip, yanking down his pants and whatever he’d worn beneath in one movement. Caroline bit down hard on her lip at the sight of him as he stood utterly naked before her. He didn’t give her long to oogle, rejoins her and tumbling her back onto the pillows.

Her giggle at his eagerness died when he moved to suck on her breast, tongue a slick glide against her skin, his free hand palming her. Caroline slid her hands along his shoulders, greedily feeling the heat of him that had driven her so crazy when she’d been unable to touch freely. She dug her fingertips in along his spine, the heavy muscle of his back taut beneath her searching fingers.

“Condom?” The word was half growl, and she shook her head on an inhale as his teeth pressed against her nipple, shuddering as he tugged carefully.

“Implant. I’m clean.” Her sexual partners had always been sporadic, both as a necessity and from choice. And then wearing another man’s ring had put a serious cramp on any sexual adventures, and the required monthly checkups kept everyone familiar with their health.

Klaus moved to study her face as he settled a little more firmly between her thighs, lashes fluttering as she rubbed against the thickness of his cock with a pleased sigh. “My last test was two days ago. I haven’t shared my bed with anyone in months.”

It did something funny to her insides knowing that she hadn’t suffered alone. Hooking one thigh over his hip, Caroline arched into the firm line of his body, hands urging him closer. “Good. You can tell me all the ways you thought of me while you touched yourself. Later.”

Klaus surge the few inches between them and caught her mouth with his, the kiss a little messy in all the best ways. She caught his lip between her teeth when he tilted her hips and thrust those first few inches inside her. Their moans mingled as he pressed firmly inside her, and she hopped her shoulders tightly as she adjusted to the feel of him. Klaus pressed his mouth to her throat, kisses a touch frantic as she wound both legs tightly around his hips.

“God,” she rasped. “Move.”

As good as his mouth had been, this was better.

Caroline forgot to care about their neighbors after the first the rough snap of his hips. She couldn’t remember ever feeling that full before, and his cock dragged along all the best places inside her as they moved. Her nails raked his back, the high pitched sound of her cried mingling with his rougher, softer noises as they both greedily chased their peak.

Then Klaus pressed his lips near her ear and and took her at her early word. He rumbled all filthy things he’d thought of while gripping his cock, urged on by how tightly she squeezed him with her thighs. The way she looked, how much better she’d tasted than he’d imagined, all the ways he’d wanted to slid his fingers under the hem of pretty sundresses she’d worn that summer until she’d come all slick and warm over his fingers. Preferably somewhere semi-public. His words left her burning up, so unbearably aroused she thought she would implode.

Caroline could only cling to him, his words and body driving her towards a faster, higher peak than before. She met his thrusts with the push of her body, breasts rubbing against his chest as she managed to say his name, voice hoarse and desperate. He got her there when he slipped a hand between them, and her body bowed at into his at the pinch of his fingers as she sobbed for air. Klaus groaned into her throat, the rhythm of his hips roughing until his body locked against her, his stubble rough against her shoulder as he trembled against her.

A long moment later, and her body finally relaxed against his but it wasn’t until their breathing evened out that Klaus moved to reach for the tissue box on the nightstand. A quick clean up later, and Caroline found herself half-sprawled across his chest, his hands in her hair.

Ideally tracing the tattoo she’d wanted to trace for months, Caroline’s eyes grew heavy as the last two days caught back up with her. Letting out a little sigh, she let her eyes flutter shut.

“Was that a yes to Prague, sweetheart?”

Lips curling, she pressed her palm flat against his heartbeat. It was a pretty damn solid yes. The chance to build something that she could call her own and to do it with Klaus? “If I say yes, can we fool around in the shower before you cook me breakfast?”

His fingers grazed down her nape, and she shivered. “We can have sex in the shower if you’d like.”

“Dangerous,” she mumbled, snuggling a hair closer. What she had in mind would definitely get them dirtier before they cleaned up, but she made a drowsy mental note to look into sex proofing the shower of wherever they ended up. Besides, there were other advantages to the apartment that could be safer, and still scandalously fun. “The kitchen table looked pretty sturdy though.”

His laughter was soft enough it barely shook her, pressed as closely as she was and his hand smoothed her hair. “Nap, love. You’ll need the rest.”

He was right. They’d both need their rest. They’d only have the next forty-eight hours, give or take a few, to themselves and Caroline planned on wringing out every opportunity to enjoy it with him. She’d go with him to Prague, they’d rebuild their lives, and one day, when she let him take her somewhere fancy to dinner or even at home, tired and content and just them, she’d tell him that she loved him.

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Monthly Astro-Forecasts January 2020

Monthly Astro-Forecasts January 2020

By Sarah-Jane Grace

Message for January 2020

Well, after the trials and tribulations of 2019, most of us are hoping for an opportunity for some good things to look forward to in 2020 as many of us have been put through the ringer physically, emotionally and spiritually. As the energetic volume has been turned up by the chaos we see around us (and within us), we have each experienced dark nights of the soul and been pushed towards facing the depths of ourselves. As a result, we have had to face those aspects deep within that we have long tried to avoid, be it pain, trauma, guilt or a plethora of other emotions as well. At the same time, memories have surfaced, and over-arching dynamics have become clear, each one pressing buttons and pushing us towards facing them with an open heart and an open mind.

Of course, with the benefit of hindsight we can look back and see the wisdom we have accrued from these experiences, but at the time, the intensity is profound and overwhelming, leaving us unsure if we are coming or going, even doubting whether we want to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Yet, here we still are, still moving forward, wiser, brighter and stronger than ever before.

There is a distinct aura of anticipation as we step into 2020, lots of ideas as to the significance of the date and how it’s a year for balance and insight (20:20 vision). Both might well be true, but there is also a strong pull towards the concept of unity and togetherness, of shared responsibility, accountability and gratitude. Quite a mixture, but they all flow together so well as they reflect a willingness to be accountable for our own choices and actions which then feeds into a collective accountability as well.

There is a lot of hate, judgement, suffering and pain in the world, and it’s all too easy to feed into this and feeling it to the point when it takes over and eats us up from within. There’s a need to let go of the need to feel better about ourselves by belittling or judging others. So many try to clamber out of the mêlée of chaos and pain by stepping onto others to lift them up, and whilst those at the ‘bottom of the heap’ are usually strong and resolute, no one should be stepping onto (or over) anyone as this is surely now an age of unification, love and togetherness? It’s not a case of ‘them and us’ as we are one tribe, one race, one species…

Even when we find ourselves with very little, there are still ways we can reach out and make a difference offering our time to others and becoming a part of something bigger. It’s time to buck the trend of narrowing perspectives and instead turn towards opening up our hearts and souls, reaching out expanding with love and compassion. With so many people struggling and just about managing, it’s easy to see why their focus becomes so narrow as the capacity to reach outwards seems to reduce in correlation to the level of hardship they face, but the more each of us can open up, the more we can bring about change.

January is traditionally the month to set our New Year’s Resolutions, but it seems more important to set an intention towards the state of being we want to achieve over the coming months and years. Rather than focus on the details, it’s bigger picture time! So, whether it’s joy, contentment or love, focus on the state of being and let the details take care of themselves. It’s time to stop beating ourselves up when we ‘fail’ or feel we’re not good enough, it’s instead time to love and honour ourselves and carry this forward in our hearts and souls…

For now, I wish you all kinds of wonderful. 

With love,

Sarah-Jane

Aries

♈

As you step from one year into the next, from one decade into the next, there is a sense of both relief and excitement in your heart and soul. The relief is a reflection of the many challenges you faced in the past year, and the excitement comes from an inner sense of knowing that the future looks brighter and extremely inviting. Whilst you are very much a present moment kind of person, you are very aware of both the past and the present as they shape and define every move you make. As a result, you are able to gaze ahead towards new horizons without getting lost in them or becoming distracted by what may, or may not happen, rather than on what’s happening now. Of course, the curious side of your nature would like answers to the many questions you have as well as wanting to make sense as to why things are the way they are, but your wiser, more life-scarred self, knows the importance of when to ask questions and when not to!

January looks set to be a month of continuing to expand your consciousness and seek out new goals as you re-shape your ‘to do’ list and re-define your true priorities. Your courage, passion and inspiration are burning brightly, so it’s time to channel this inner fire towards new ventures as you start to see the bigger picture of your life with more vision than ever before. Start the process with a vision quest or taking some time to put pen to paper as to what you truly want from life. You are ready to step beyond the comfort of your everyday world as you embrace your true essence and let it lead the way…

Taurus

♉

Letting go has been a powerful theme for you over recent months as you’ve sensed a strong need to create more space in your life. Although the reasons for needing this space were never particularly obvious, you intuitively sensed the need to trust the process and went with it wholeheartedly. Whilst you could certainly do with some breathing space as your life has been on fast forward for quite some time, the need for space goes much deeper than this to a need to immerse yourself more deeply into the moment without being cluttered up with the ‘stuff’ of everyday life. ‘Stuff’ in this instance covers a wide range of areas but mainly all of those things, people and ‘doings’ in life that are inessential clutter and distraction. It’s time to clear away this stuff in order to breathe more deeply so you can begin to focus on your true priorities. At the same time though it’s important not to try to fill up the space you create with more stuff but to honour and cherish it for what it is.

Space is a creative force, if tended and nurtured it allows your spirit to soar as you feel more interconnected and awakened. Space allows you to see the bigger picture and it also brings you the gift of perspective which seems to be much needed in your life at the moment. However, space can create discomfort as it feels like a void or emptiness, but it’s not something to avoid, it’s a force to love as it’s space that looks set to shape and define your path ahead. The old adage ‘less is more’ is very apt for you throughout January as you find new ways of living the life you were born to live…

Gemini

♊

January looks set to be a month of inner knowing and increasing awareness as you finally locate a rather significant piece of the puzzle of your life. You’ve been treading water for quite some time, trying to make sense as to why things are the way they are, and, more importantly, why you are the way you are, but you have never been able to get a clear sense of the bigger picture as to what makes you tick. You have spent a long time digging, probing and contemplating the bigger picture, but it seems time now for you to decide exactly what bigger picture you need to look at as there are an infinite number of them! In short, it would be wise to take a step back in order to sharpen your focus and think about exactly what you’re trying to achieve as clarity of vision is the centrepiece of your journey throughout 2020.

In other words, opening up your heart and soul to work alongside your phenomenally busy brain in order to find a new way of living your life. You have spent a long time trying to get your life ‘right’, not an uncommon trait, but when you have no clear definition of ‘right’ it’s hard to ever reach the horizon. At the same time, intuitively you know that ‘right’ is also different for each soul as no two people see truth in quite the same way. So, instead of seeking out a non-defined sense of ‘rightness’ it’s time for you to start loving and accepting yourself exactly as you are. You may not be perfect, but no one is. You’re ready now to find new ways to define happiness and to seek out a simpler, but more joyful existence…

Cancer

♋

You have spent a great deal of time in your life thinking about the best ways in which to live your life. You have weighed up the pros and cons of different life choices and often erred on the side of caution ‘just in case’ things don’t quite go to plan. As a result, as you look back over your life you see a smattering of ‘just in case’ around many of your major life choices. Whilst you have explored your dreams and thought about your true priorities, there is a strong sense that you have held back ‘just in case’ it’s not the right moment or ‘just in case’ you make the wrong choice. For an intuitive, creative and passionate soul like you, this seems quite out of character and it feels as though you lack the belief in yourself to embrace your heart and soul. As the new year begins it seems important for you to begin to think about what stops you from believing in yourself and taking a chance?

Nothing in life is guaranteed and whilst there will always be things to do, people to see and places to go, you sense the need to live more wholeheartedly in the moment and to stop deferring things to a better time as there may never be a better time than now for you to stride forth with passion in your heart and your intuition guiding the way. It’s true, you can’t know what the result of such a strategy would be, but you also know that you can’t know what the result of notdoing it would be either other than a continued sense of ‘if only’. Life isn’t about building up a catalogue of regrets, it’s about grabbing your dreams with both hands and living the best life possible…

Leo

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January looks set to be a month of self-revelation as you begin to peel back the layers to your soul and connect more deeply to your true essence. You’ve been on fast forward for quite some time and you’re understandably weary from the massive expenditure of energy (of all kinds). In many ways you’re ready for a well-earned rest but intuitively you know that it’s not quite the right time for rest as this is more a period for seeking out inner truth and stripping back yet more layers of clutter in your life. Clutter in this instance can mean physical stuff and it would certainly be wise to let go of the inessential trappings of modern life. At the same time though, stuff goes deeper than this to those people around you who sap your lifeforce to those long-held personal beliefs that you see repeating patterns and cycles.

It’s time to start a fresh chapter and to make a clear declaration of intent as to what you would like to happen next. Whilst we don’t always get exactly what we want, it’s important to set an intent in order to give power, shape and form to your dreams and goals. Although you’re always determined to get from where you are to where you feel you need to be, this is a time for lightening the load in order to clarify exactly where ‘over there’ is. You have learned a great deal about yourself over recent years and you seem ready now to put all of this wisdom into action as you open up to shifting your direction as you find ways to simplify your life more. The concept of ‘less is more’ certainly holds true for you and the more you let go, the more your creative and spiritual wisdom will flow freely… 

Virgo

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As you continue to observe the undercurrents of shift in your life, there is a sense that you are beginning to gain a clearer sense as to what’s occurring deep within your heart and soul. You’ve been through a powerful process of awakening and you have changed in so many ways. Although you may see the same reflection looking back at you in the mirror, when you look closer you can see a myriad of subtle changes including how you feel about yourself and what thoughts surface when you look in the mirror. You have always been quite a harsh self-judge, often feeling that you could, and should, do better, but this inner critic is softening as you’ve realised that love and compassion are much better ways to motivate yourself to make changes.

You are also beginning to find a sense of peace with the ever-changing landscape in your life, the comings and goings, the beginnings and endings. You have always struggled with change as it takes you quite a while to re-adjust energetically. However, you now seem more balanced and centred, enabling you to ride the waves of change with a deeper sense of knowing, trusting that everything is as it should be. This doesn’t mean you’ve upped anchor and are being carried by the tides as you are still at the helm of the ship of your life, it simply means you are more able to manage the inevitable changes, up and downs you comes across. January looks set to be a month to allow yourself the time to fully absorb the shifts you’ve experienced in order to find a new equilibrium. At the same time, try thinking about what makes your heart and soul sing as this is a wonderful moment to re-shape and re-define your life from the inside, out…

Libra

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As you continue to contemplate the fabric of existence and watch in awe at the myriad of threads that weave and twist together to make the great big tapestry of life, there is a sense that you are  beginning to reconnect to the magic and mystery of your heart and soul. It’s as though, that despite looking inwards, you are now more aware of the bigger picture and whilst this has inevitably brought up many questions, most of which don’t have answers, you have found a sense of peace with not knowing. This doesn’t mean you’ve given up soul-searching, far from it, but it suggests a willingness for you to be happy with getting on with the business of living your life even if you can’t quite make sense of it. So, instead of waiting for a better moment to act until you have a clearer sense of things, you are diving in and trying to live more consciously in each and every moment.

Of course, this is a work in progress, but there is an overwhelmingly strong sense of shift which is opening up the doors to your hopes and dreams. You have so much you want to do, so many things you want to achieve, and you finally feel a sense of urgency to roll up your sleeves and get stuck in. You’ve spent a long time thinking about your life and your dreams, and the time has come for you to focus on your true priorities as you enter a period of increased awareness and heightened motivation to discover and create a new way of living and being you. January may feel a little slow, but it’s a transition period enabling you to seek out clarity as to what truly warms your heart and soul…

Scorpio

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January looks set to be a month to clarify and re-shape your goals and dreams, whilst many would see this as setting your ‘New Year Resolutions’ it’s not quite the same, as these goals and dreams reach far deeper into your consciousness. At the same time, many New Year Resolutions are very specific and clearly defined, such as losing weight, saving up money, finding a dream job etc. It’s as though you are beginning to see beyond all of this towards a bigger goal which is far more nebulous and hard to define. You may wonder if this is even progress if your goal is so hazy and wishy washy, but it’s not. In short, you have reached a stage of your evolution where you are seeking out a state of being, a sense of purpose and a feeling of deeper connection. These may sound lofty goals, but intuitively you know that you are more than ready to open up to these in your life as you have been working towards this for years.

Yet, how do you go about achieving a state of being and what should you seek? Well, it’s less about what to do or how to do it, it’s all about feeling it and connecting to the essence of joy and balance and allowing these to weave their way into all aspects of your life. You are a wise, intuitive and creative soul, and these all need the room to dance freely now as you continue to seek out an untethered life. Being untethered isn’t particularly about being footloose and fancy-free, nor is it about ignoring the needs or wishes of others, it’s about being true to yourself, honouring yourself and listening to your own needs. It’s time to walk your own path now and to love yourself for doing it…

Sagittarius

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As you continue to ride gracefully on the leading edge of the wave of life, there is a sense that you are nearing a shift in current and instead of feeling as though you’re pushing against the currents, January looks set to carry you towards pastures new. Your determination and mettle need to be rewarded as you have kept going, even when life has felt against you, but intuitively you knew you needed to keep moving forward as standing still was creating a stagnancy within you. Of course, pushing hard against the currents has inevitably created layers of self-doubt within you as you doubted you were doing the right thing, it also created an aura of energetic fatigue as it was jolly hard work at times trusting your intuition even though all the signs were suggesting you should stop and go back.

So, here you find yourself being carried along by a wave of passion and enthusiasm, taking you in the direction you had worked so hard to reach, but there is a sense of doubt rising up from within you as you seem unsure if you are actually ready to keep going! It’s as though now what you have been aiming for is nearly here, you’re not quite sure if it’s truly what you want. For anyone else, this would be a questionable state of affairs, however for you this is perfectly natural as you are fast moving and ever-changing, so what seemed right only yesterday may not feel right today. It’s important to know that it’s never too late to shift your focus, nor is it better to keep going just because you feel you should. Listen to your intuition as it’s your best friend and guide; this is a golden opportunity to review your path and to choose your next steps with wisdom and self-belief…

Capricorn

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As you watch the door opening right in front of you, there is a sense of curiosity and inquisitiveness as you try to peek through the gap to see what’s on the other side. There’s no doubt you’ve worked hard to reach this point as you have strived towards your goals for years. Although life has often got in the way, you’ve never let them go and they have always held a place in your heart. You have kept your head down and focused on keeping on keeping on, trying to get from where you were to where you felt you needed to be. The path may have felt bleak at times and there have been countless challenges to face along the way, but your steely determination and realism have kept you grounded and able to navigate these challenges as and when they arrived. For a while you came to expect challenge, and this did seem to narrow the path somewhat as it closed the door to your dreams and kept you focused on keeping on keeping on rather than on expanding your horizons. Fortunately this started to shift, and you are now in a position of choice and expansion.

The door opening in front of you holds behind it everything and nothing at the same time, this may sound strange as what use would nothing be? Well, your dreams aren’t just about things to do and goals to achieve, they also involve your desire to attain a state of being that brings you a deeper sense of peace and balance in life. The door holds everything and nothing because there is great wisdom in nothing as it allows you to breathe freely into life. Nothing is more than the absence of something, it’s freedom, space and a place to be. Balance is the key now…

Aquarius

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You have always been one to see life from a slightly different perspective to most people, it’s as though you see the things that others miss and hear things that others don’t hear. It’s not that they lack the ability to do these things, but they do lack the ability you have to wholeheartedly open up your senses to the world in which you live. At the same time you do pay attention, and this is a skill that is sadly lacking for a lot of people today. You are also empathic, and your intuition is finely tuned, so you pick up so much more than most. Of course, whilst this enables you to sense so much, it can also be extremely challenging as it can be hard to switch it off and there are times when you go into sensory overload and need to find a quiet room away from others in order to re-establish a sense of balance once again.

Your open-ness enables you to read people extremely well and you can usually tell a great deal about others even when they don’t speak. As a result, you are usually ahead of the game when it comes to conversations and learning as you can gauge the flow before it even starts. However, there are times when your awareness lets you down and you can’t quite get in sync with others, and this can leave you feeling discombobulated and confused as it feels as though something has gone wrong, but this is simply your consciousness switching off for a while allowing you the space to focus more intently on your own path without the chatter of everything echoing through your head.  January looks set to bring you such a moment to enable you to re-shape and re-define your way of living and being…

Pisces

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Deep within the recesses of your heart and soul reside a great many hopes and dreams. These are the hopes and dreams that, as yet, remain unlived as you haven’t found the time or space to explore them. You have spent a great deal of your life thinking about your hopes and dreams, but you have also spent a great deal of your life distracted with the busy-ness of keeping on keeping on, as you’ve tried to be everything to everyone and avoided listening to your phenomenal intuition to guide you forwards. Whilst you know you have what it takes to achieve your dreams and live a more fulfilling life, you are too busy with the distractions to give it much thought. It’s as though there are two sides of your being pulling in different directions and you simply don’t have the capacity to entertain the dreamer within you. Yet, why? Surely your dreamer is your true nature?

You are a visionary and your energetic spark lights up even the darkest of days. Do you feel that the dreamer is an indulgent and inessential part of your life that’s a bit inconvenient because it wants to dance free and upend the apple cart? Have you ever thought that the dreamer only wants to do this because youwant to do this? It’s not a separate part of you; it is you, and it’s time to own this now as your unlived dreams and hopes are finding new energy. It’s time to decide if you truly are happy being distracted or if you’re finally ready to honour yourself by being yourself. There is no pressure here, there is no right or wrong; it’s just what’s right for you. Make a decision and set yourself free from the oscillation. January looks set to be your moment to re-affirm your true nature…

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The Best Movies on Netflix in India [February 2020]

In its efforts to win Oscars and please its 167 million members, Netflix has been pouring billions into movies recently, including projects from or featuring the likes of Dwayne Johnson, Martin Scorsese, and Michael Bay. One of those — The Irishman — racked up 10 nominations for the streaming service at the 2020 Oscars, though it failed to come away with a single prize. Netflix has also expanded its film efforts in India in the past year, announcing projects from the likes of Shah Rukh Khan and Karan Johar. For now though, the strength of its catalogue is still the acquisitions. With over 3,500 movies, Netflix offers more choices than any other platform in India. To pick the best movies on Netflix, we relied on Rotten Tomatoes, Metacritic, and IMDb ratings to create a shortlist. The last of them was preferred for Indian films given the shortfalls of reviews aggregators in that department. Additionally, we used our own editorial judgement to add or remove a few. This list will be updated once every few months if there are any worthy additions or if some movies are removed from the service, so bookmark this page and keep checking in. Here are the best films currently available on Netflix in India, sorted alphabetically. 12 Monkeys (1995) Inspired by the 1962 French short La Jetée, a prisoner (Bruce Willis) is sent back in time to learn more about the virus that wiped out nearly all of humanity. Terry Gilliam directs. 12 Years A Slave (2013) Duped into slavery on the account of a job, Steve McQueen's adaptation of a free New York black man's (Chiwetel Ejiofor) 19th-century memoir is an incredible true story, and an important watch. 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) In Stanley Kubrick's highly-influential sci-fi film, humanity charts a course for Jupiter with the sentient computer HAL 9000, to understand the discovery of a black monolith affecting human evolution. It's less plot, and more a visual and aural experience.

3 Idiots (2009) In this satire of the Indian education system's social pressures, two friends recount their college days and how their third long-lost musketeer (Aamir Khan) inspired them to think creatively and independently in a heavily-conformist world. Co-written and directed by Rajkumar Hirani, who stands accused in the #MeToo movement. 50/50 (2011) Inspired by a true story, a 27-year-old radio journalist (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) is diagnosed with spinal cancer and learns the value of friendship and love as he battles the rare disease. Aamir (2008) Adapted from the 2006 Filipino film Cavite, a young Muslim NRI doctor (Rajeev Khandelwal) returning from the UK to India is forced to comply with terrorists' demands to carry out a bombing in Mumbai after they threaten his family. American History X (1998) In a film that's more relevant today than when it was made, a neo-Nazi white supremacist (Edward Norton), who served three years in prison for voluntary manslaughter, tries to prevent his younger brother from going down the same path. American Hustle (2013) In the late 1970s, two con artists (Christian Bale and Amy Adams) are forced to work for an FBI agent (Bradley Cooper) and set up a sting operation that plans to bring down several corrupt politicians and members of the Mafia. Jennifer Lawrence, Jeremy Renner star alongside. Andaz Apna Apna (1994) Two slackers (Aamir Khan and Salman Khan) who belong to middle-class families vie for the affections of an heiress, and inadvertently become her protectors from a local gangster in Rajkumar Santoshi's cult comedy favourite. Andhadhun (2018) Inspired by the French short film L'Accordeur, this black comedy thriller is the story of a piano player (Ayushman Khurrana) who pretends to be visually-impaired and is caught in a web of twists and lies after he walks into a murder scene. Tabu, Radhika Apte star alongside. Apollo 13 (1995) Ron Howard dramatises the aborted Apollo 13 mission that put the astronauts in jeopardy after an on-board explosion ate up all the oxygen and forced NASA to abort and get the men home safely. Argo (2012) Ben Affleck directs and stars in this film about a CIA agent posing as a Hollywood producer scouting for location in Iran, in order to rescue six Americans during the US hostage crisis of 1979. Article 15 (2019) Ayushmann Khurrana plays a cop in this exploration of casteism, religious discrimination, and the current socio-political situation in India, which tracks a missing persons' case involving three teenage girls of a small village. A hard-hitting, well-made movie, though ironically, it was criticised for being casteist itself, and providing an outsider's perspective. The Avengers (2012) Earth's mightiest heroes — including Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, and the Hulk — come together in this groundbreaking Marvel team-up from writer-director Joss Whedon to stop Thor's adopted brother Loki (Tom Hiddleston) and his alien army from subjugating mankind.

The Aviator (2004) With Leonardo DiCaprio as Howard Hughes and Cate Blanchett as Katharine Hepburn, Martin Scorsese dives into the life of the aviation pioneer and film producer, who grapples with severe OCD while his fame grows. Awakenings (1990) Robin Williams and Robert De Niro lead the cast of this drama based on a 1973 memoir of the same name, about a doctor (Williams) who discovers the beneficial effects of a drug on catatonic patients, thereby gifting them a new lease on life. Barfi! (2012) Set in the 1970s amidst the hills of Darjeeling, writer-director Anurag Basu tells the tale of three people (Ranbir Kapoor, Priyanka Chopra, and Ileana D'Cruz) as they learn to love while battling the notions held by society. Beasts of No Nation (2015) With civil war raging across a fictional African nation, this Netflix Original focuses on a young boy who's trained as a child soldier by a fierce warlord (Idris Elba), and the effects it has on him. Before Sunrise (1995) In the first chapter of Richard Linklater's long-drawn-out trilogy, two idealistic twentysomethings, an American man (Ethan Hawke) and a French woman (Julie Delpy), spend the night together walking around in the Austrian capital of Vienna. The Big Lebowski (1998) A guy known as The Dude (Jeff Bridges) seeks payback for his ruined carpet after he's mistaken for a millionaire with the same name in this crime comedy from the Coen brothers. Less about the plot and more about a way of living. The Big Short (2015) Starring Christian Bale, Steve Carell, Ryan Gosling and Brad Pitt, a look at Wall Street's penchant for self-profit in a vicious loop that caused the 2007–08 global financial meltdown. Birdman (2014) Alejandro G. Iñárritu won three Oscars including Best Picture for this tale of a washed-up superhero actor (Michael Keaton) who struggles to revive his career with a Broadway play. Known for appearing as if it was shot in a single take, it also starred Edward Norton, Zach Galifianakis, and Emma Stone. Blade Runner (1982) One of the most influential cyberpunk films ever made is about a burnt-out cop (Harrison Ford) who reluctantly agrees to hunt down a group of fugitive “replicants”, synthetic humans with a limited life-span who aren't allowed to live on Earth. Blue Valentine (2010) Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams lead this drama that shifts between time periods to depict a couple's courtship and how their marriage fell apart. Das Boot (1981) One of the most authentic war movies ever made chronicles the life of a German submarine crew during World War II, as they go through long stretches of boredom and periods of intense conflict, while trying to maintain morale in a capsule 10 feet by 150 feet hundreds of metres under the surface. The Bourne trilogy (2002-07) Technically not a trilogy, but the first three chapters — Identity, Supremacy, and Ultimatum — starring Matt Damon in the lead as the titular CIA assassin suffering from amnesia were so good that they changed the longest-running spy franchise of all-time: James Bond.

The Breadwinner (2017) This animated film follows a 11-year-old girl living under Taliban rule in Afghanistan, who disguises herself as a boy to provide for her family after the father is taken away without reason. Uses wonderfully-drawn vignettes to stress on the importance of storytelling. Bulbul Can Sing (2019) Three teenagers battle patriarchy and the moral police as they explore their sexual identities in Rima Das's National Award-winning drama — and pay for it dearly. Das writes, directs, shoots, edits, and handles costumes. C/o Kancharapalem (2018) Set in the eponymous Andhra Pradesh town, this Telugu film spans four love stories across religion, caste, and age — from a schoolboy to a middle-aged unmarried man. A debut for writer-director Venkatesh Maha, featuing a cast mostly made up of non-professional actors. Capernaum (2018) In the award-winning, highest-grossing Arabic film of all time, a 12-year-old from the slums of Beirut recounts his life leading up to a five-year sentence he's handed for stabbing someone, and in turn, his decision to sue his parents for child neglect. Captain Phillips (2013) The true story of a Somali pirate hijacking of a US cargo ship and its captain (Tom Hanks) being taken hostage, which spawns a rescue effort from the US Navy. The Bourne Ultimatum's Paul Greengrass directs. Cast Away (2000) After his plane crash-lands in the Pacific, a FedEx employee (Tom Hanks) wakes up on a deserted island and must use everything at his disposal and transform himself physically to survive living alone. Castle in the Sky (1986) In the first film officially under the Studio Ghibli banner, a young boy and a girl protect a magic crystal from pirates and military agents, while on the search for a legendary floating castle. Hayao Miyazaki writes and directs. Chupke Chupke (1975) Hrishikesh Mukherjee's remake of the Bengali film Chhadmabeshi, in which a newly-wedded husband (Dharmendra) decides to play pranks on his wife's (Sharmila Tagore) supposedly smart brother-in-law. Amitabh and Jaya Bachchan also star. A Clockwork Orange (1971) Set in a near-future dystopian Britain, writer-director Stanley Kubrick adapts Anthony Burgess' novel of the same name, commenting on juvenile delinquency through the eyes of a small gang leader who enjoys "a bit of the old ultra-violence". Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977) Steven Spielberg's slow-paced sci-fi pic — which spent several years in development, being rewritten over and over — is about an everyday blue-collar guy (Richard Dreyfuss) whose humdrum life turns upside down after an encounter with an unidentified flying object (UFO).

Cold War (2018) Jumping either side of the Iron Curtain through the late 1940s to the 1960s, Oscar-winner Paweł Pawlikowski depicts the story of two star-crossed lovers, as they deal with Stalinism, rejection, jealousy, change, time — and their own temperaments. Company (2002) Inspired the real-life relationship between Dawood Ibrahim and Chhota Rajan, director Ram Gopal Varma offers a look at how a henchman (Vivek Oberoi) climbs up the mobster ladder and befriends the boss (Ajay Devgn), before they fall out. Dallas Buyers Club (2013) Refusing to accept a death sentence from his doctor after being diagnosed with AIDS in the 1980s, the true story of an electrician and hustler (Matthew McConaughey) who smuggles banned medications from abroad. Dangal (2016) The extraordinary true story of amateur wrestler Mahavir Singh Phogat (Aamir Khan) who trains his two daughters to become India's first world-class female wrestlers, who went on to win gold medals at the Commonwealth Games. The Dark Knight (2008) In the second part of Christopher Nolan's Dark Knight trilogy, regarded as the greatest comic book movie ever, Batman (Christian Bale) faces a villain, the Joker (Heath Ledger), he doesn't understand, and must go through hell to save Gotham and its people. Dev.D (2009) Anurag Kashyap offers a modern-day reimagining of Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay's Bengali romance classic Devdas, in which a man (Abhay Deol), having broken up with his childhood sweetheart, finds refuge in alcohol and drugs, before falling for a prostitute (Kalki Koechlin). Dheepan (2015) Winner of Cannes' top prize, three Sri Lankan refugees — including a Tamil Tiger soldier — pretend to be a family to gain asylum in France, where they soon realise that life isn't very different in the rough neighbourhoods. Dil Chahta Hai (2001) Farhan Akhtar's directorial debut about three inseparable childhood friends whose wildly different approach to relationships creates a strain on their friendship remains a cult favourite. Aamir Khan, Saif Ali Khan, and Preity Zinta star. Django Unchained (2012) Written and directed by Quentin Tarantino, a German bounty hunter (Christoph Waltz) helps a freed slave (Jamie Foxx) rescue his wife from a charming but cruel plantation owner (Leonardo DiCaprio). Drive (2011) A stuntman moonlighting as a getaway driver (Ryan Gosling) grows fond of his neighbour and her young son, and then takes part in a botched heist to protect them from the debt-ridden husband.

Dunkirk (2017) Christopher Nolan's first historical war movie chronicles the evacuation of Allied soldiers from the French beaches of Dunkirk in World War II, using his love for non-linear storytelling by depicting three fronts — land, sea, and air — in time-shifted ways. The Edge of Seventeen (2016) In this coming-of-age comedy, the life of an awkward young woman (Hailee Steinfeld) gets more complex after her older brother starts dating her best friend, though she finds solace in an unexpected friendship and a teacher-slash-mentor (Woody Harrelson). End of Watch (2012) Before he made a terrible sci-fi remake of his own film, writer-director David Ayer took a near-documentarian lens to the day-to-day police work of two partners (Jake Gyllenhaal and Michael Peña) in South Los Angeles, involving their friendship and dealings with criminal elements. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) An estranged couple (Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet) begin a new relationship unaware they dated previously, having erased each other from their memories, in what stands as writer Charlie Kaufman's defining work. The Exorcist (1973) One of the greatest horror films of all time, that has left a lasting influence on the genre and beyond, is about the demonic possession of a 12-year-old girl and her mother's attempts to save her with the help of two priests who perform exorcisms. The Florida Project (2017) Set in the shadow of Disney World, a precocious six-year-old girl (Brooklynn Prince) makes the most of her summer with her ragtag playmates, while her rebellious mother tries to make ends meet with the spectre of homelessness always hanging over them. Willem Dafoe stars alongside. Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986) In John Hughes' now-classic teen picture, a high schooler fakes being sick to spend the day with his girlfriend and his best friend, while his principal is determined to spy on him. Fruitvale Station (2013) Black Panther writer-director Ryan Coogler's first feature offered a look at the real-life events of a young California man's (Michael B. Jordan) death in a police shooting in 2008. Winner of two awards at Sundance Film Festival. Full Metal Jacket (1987) Stanley Kubrick follows a US marine nicknamed Joker from his days as a new recruit under the command of a ruthless sergeant, to his posting as a war correspondent in South Vietnam, while observing the effects of the war on his fellow soldiers.

Ghostbusters (1984) A bunch of eccentric paranormal enthusiasts start a ghost-catching business in New York, and then stumble upon a plot to wreak havoc by summoning ghosts. Gave birth to one of the most iconic song lyrics in history. Gol Maal (1979) A chartered accountant (Amol Palekar), with a knack for singing and acting, falls deep down the rabbit hole after lying to his boss that he has a twin, in this Hrishikesh Mukherjee comedy. Gone Girl (2014) Based on Gillian Flynn's best-selling novel and directed by David Fincher, a confounded husband (Ben Affleck) becomes the primary suspect in the sudden mystery disappearance of his wife (Rosamund Pike). GoodFellas (1990) Considered as one of the best gangster films of all time, it brought Martin Scorsese and Robert De Niro together for the sixth time. Based on Nicholas Pilegg's 1985 non-fiction book Wiseguy, it tells the rise and fall story of mob associate Henry Hill, his friends and family between 1955 and 1980. Gravity (2013) Two US astronauts, a first-timer (Sandra Bullock) and another on his final mission (George Clooney), are stranded in space after their shuttle is destroyed, and then must battle debris and challenging conditions to return home. Guardians of the Galaxy (2014) A bunch of intergalactic misfits, which includes a talking racoon and tree, come together to form a ragtag team in this Marvel adventure that needs no prior knowledge. Guru (2007) Mani Ratnam wrote and directed this rags-to-riches story of a ruthless and ambitious businessman (Abhishek Bachchan) who doesn't let anything stand in his way as he turns into India's biggest tycoon. Loosely inspired by the life of Dhirubhai Ambani. Haider (2014) Vishal Bhardwaj's Shakespearean trilogy concluded with this modern-day adaptation of Hamlet, that is also based on Basharat Peer's 1990s-Kashmir memoir Curfewed Night. Follows a young man (Shahid Kapoor) who returns home to investigate his father's disappearance and finds himself embroiled in the ongoing violent insurgency. Her (2013) A lonely man (Joaquin Phoenix) falls in love with an intelligent computer operating system (Scarlett Johansson), who enriches his life and learns from him, in Spike Jonze's masterpiece. Hot Fuzz (2007) A top London cop (Simon Pegg, also co-writer) is transferred to a sleepy English village for being the lone overachiever in a squad of slackers. A blend of relationship comedy and a genre cop movie. Edgar Wright directs. Hugo (2011) In 1930s Paris, a boy who lives alone in the walls of a train station tries to figure out the mystery involving his late father and his most treasured possession, an automaton, that needs a key to function. Martin Scorsese directs.

The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013) In the best of four movies, Jennifer Lawrence's Katniss Everdeen is forced to participate in a special edition of the Hunger Games, a competition where individuals fight to the death, featuring the winners of all previous competitions. I, Daniel Blake (2016) After a heart attack that leaves him unable to work, a widowed carpenter is forced to fight an obtuse British welfare system, while developing a strong bond with a single mother who has two children. Winner of the Palme d'Or. I Lost My Body (2019) In this animated Cannes winner, a severed hand escapes from a lab and scrambles through Paris to get back to his body, while recounting its past life that involved moving to France after an accident and falling in love. In This Corner of the World (2016) Set in Hiroshima during World War II, an 18-year-old woman agrees to marry a man she barely knows in this animated Japanese film, and then must learn to cope with life's daily struggles and find a way to push through as the war rages on around her. Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981) Directed by Steven Spielberg off a story by George Lucas, an eponymous archaeologist (Harrison Ford) travels the world and battles a group of Nazis while looking for a mysterious artefact, in what is now often considered as one of the greatest films of all-time. Infernal Affairs (2002) Martin Scorsese's Oscar-winning The Departed is a remake of this original Hong Kongian film, in which a police officer is working undercover in a Triad, while a Triad member is secretly working for the police. Both have the same objective: find the mole. Into the Wild (2007) Based on Jon Krakauer's nonfiction book, Sean Penn goes behind the camera to direct the story of a top student and athlete who gives up all possessions and savings to charity, and hitchhikes across America to live in the Alaskan wilderness. Iqbal (2005) In writer-director Nagesh Kukunoor's National Award-winning film, a hearing- and speech-impaired farm boy (Shreyas Talpade) pursues his passion for becoming a cricketer for the national squad, with the help of a washed-up ex-coach (Naseeruddin Shah). The Irishman (2019) Based on Charles Brandt's 2004 book “I Heard You Paint Houses”, Martin Scorsese offers an indulgent, overlong look at the life of a truck driver (Robert De Niro) who becomes a hitman working for the Bufalino crime family and labour union leader Jimmy Hoffa (Al Pacino).

John Wick (2014) In the first part of what is now a series, a former hitman (Keanu Reeves) exits retirement to find and kill those that stole his car and killed his dog. Less story, more action, with the filmmakers drawing on anime, Hong Kong action cinema, Spaghetti Westerns, and French crime dramas. Jurassic Park (1993) It might be over 25 years old at this point but watching the very first Jurassic film from Steven Spielberg — based on Michael Crichton's novel, which he co-adapted — is a great way to remind yourself why the new series, Jurassic World, has no idea why it's doing. Kahaani (2012) A pregnant woman (Vidya Balan) travels from London to Kolkata to search for her missing husband in writer-director Sujoy Ghosh's National Award-winning mystery thriller, battling sexism and a cover-up along the way. Khosla Ka Ghosla! (2006) After a powerful property dealer (Boman Irani) holds a middle-class, middle-aged man's (Anupam Kher) newly-purchased property to ransom, his son and his son's friends devise a plot to dupe the swindling squatter and pay him back with his own money. Dibakar Banerjee's directorial debut. Kiki's Delivery Service (1989) A coming-of-age story of the young titular witch, who opens an air delivery business, helps a bakery's pregnant owner in exchange for accommodation, and befriends a geeky boy during her year of self-discovery. Hayao Miyazaki writes and directs. Lady Bird (2017) Greta Gerwig's directorial debut is a coming-of-age story of a high school senior (Saoirse Ronan) and her turbulent relationship with her mother (Laurie Metcalf), all while she figures out who she wants to be through friendships and short relationships. Lagaan (2001) Set in Victorian India, a village farmer (Aamir Khan) stakes everyone's future on a game of cricket with the well-equipped British, in exchange for a tax reprieve for three years. The Little Prince (2015) Antoine de Saint-Exupery's 1943 novella is given the animation treatment, in which an elderly pilot (Jeff Bridges) recounts his encounters with a young boy who claimed to be an extra-terrestrial prince to his neighbour, a young girl. Rachel McAdams, James Franco, and Marion Cotillard also voice. A Little Princess (1995) Alfonso Cuarón directs this tale of a young girl who is forced to become a servant by the headmistress at her New York boarding school, after her wealthy aristocratic father is presumed dead in World War I. The Lord of the Rings trilogy (2001-2003) Peter Jackson brought J.R.R. Tolkien's expansive Middle-Earth to life in these three three-hour epics, which charts the journey of a meek hobbit (Elijah Wood) and his various companions, as they try to stop the Dark Lord Sauron by destroying the source of his power, the One Ring.

Loveless (2017) A Cannes winner about the social ills of life in modern Russia, told through the eyes of two separated parents who are drawn back together after their 12-year-old child goes missing. From award-winning director Andrey Zvyagintsev. The Lunchbox (2013) An unlikely mistake by Mumbai's famously efficient lunchbox carrier system results in an unusual friendship between a young housewife (Nimrat Kaur) and an older widower (Irrfan Khan) about to retire from his job. Lupin the Third: Castle of Cagliostro (1979) In legendary Japanese director Hayao Miyazaki's feature debut, a dashing master thief enlists the help of a long-time nemesis in the police and a fellow thief to rescue a princess from an evil count, and put an end to his counterfeit money operation. Marriage Story (2019) Scarlett Johansson and Adam Driver play an entertainment industry couple going through a divorce, which pulls them — and their young son — from New York to Los Angeles, the two different hometowns of the protagonists. Mary Poppins (1964) Based on P.L. Travers' book series of the same name, a disciplined father hires a loving woman (Julie Andrews) — who he doesn't know is capable of magic — to be the nanny for his two mischievous children. Won five Oscars, including best actress for the debutant Andrews. Masaan (2015) Neeraj Ghaywan ventures into the heartland of India to explore the life of four people in his directorial debut, all of whom must battle issues of caste, culture and norms. Winner of a National Award and the FIPRESCI Prize at Cannes. Million Dollar Baby (2004) An overlooked, veteran boxing trainer (Clint Eastwood, who also directs) reluctantly agrees to train a former waitress (Hilary Swank) to help achieve her dreams, which leads to a close father-daughter bond that will forever change their lives. Mission: Impossible – Rogue Nation (2015) With the organisation he works for disbanded and his country after him, Ethan Hunt (Tom Cruise) races against time to prove the existence of the schemers pulling the strings in this fifth chapter. Introduced Rebecca Ferguson to the franchise. Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975) The legendary British comedy troupe mix their talents with the tale of King Arthur and his knights, as they look for the Holy Grail and encounter a series of horrors. A contender for the best comedy of all-time.

Monty Python's Life of Brian (1979) Satire so cutting that it was banned for years in the UK and elsewhere, Life of Brian saw Monty Python turning their eyes on more long-form storytelling. The Life of Brian is the story of a young Jewish man born on the same day and next door to Jesus Christ, who gets mistaken for the messiah. Mudbound (2017) A Netflix Original, this World War II drama is set in rural Mississippi, and follows two veterans – one white and one black – who return home, and must deal with problems of racism in addition to PTSD. Munna Bhai M.B.B.S. (2003) After his parents find out he has been pretending to be a doctor, a good-natured Mumbai underworld don (Sanjay Dutt) tries to redeem himself by enrolling in a medical college, where his compassion brushes up against the authoritarian dean (Boman Irani). Co-written and directed by Rajkumar Hirani, who stands accused in the #MeToo movement. My Neighbor Totoro (1988) Set in post-war rural Japan, a heart-warming tale of a professor's two young daughters who have adventures with friendly forest sprits. Hayao Miyazaki writes and directs. Mystic River (2003) Three childhood friends reunite after a brutal murder, in which the victim is one's (Sean Penn) daughter, another (Kevin Bacon) is the case detective, and the third (Tim Robbins) is suspected by both. Clint Eastwood directs. Nightcrawler (2014) Jake Gyllenhaal plays a freelance video journalist with no ethics or morals who will do anything to get the best footage of violent crimes that local news stations love. A feature directorial debut for screenwriter Dan Gilroy. Ocean's Eleven (2001) In this first of Steven Soderbergh's trilogy, which features an ensemble cast including George Clooney, Brad Pitt, and Matt Damon, Danny Ocean (Clooney) and his eleven associates plan to rob three Las Vegas casinos at the same time. Okja (2017) Part environment parable and part skewer of corporatisation, this underappreciated Netflix Original by Bong Joon-ho tells its story of a young Korean girl and her best friend – a giant pet pig – while effortlessly crossing genres. On Body and Soul (2017) A shy, introverted man and a woman who work at a Hungarian slaughterhouse discover they share the same dreams after an incident, and then try to make them come true.

Only Yesterday (1991) A Studio Ghibli production about a 27-year-old career-driven Tokyo woman who reminisces about her childhood on her way to the countryside to see her sister's family. Isao Takahata writes and directs. Paan Singh Tomar (2012) A true story of the eponymous soldier and athlete (Irrfan Khan) who won gold at the National Games, and later turned into a dacoit to resolve a land dispute. Won top honours for film and actor (Khan) at National Awards. Pan's Labyrinth (2006) In Guillermo del Toro's fantastical version of Spain five years after the civil war, Ofelia – a young stepdaughter of a cruel army officer – is told she is the reincarnated version of an underworld princess but must complete three tasks to prove herself. The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012) Emma Watson stars in this coming-of-age comedy based on the novel of the same name by Stephen Chbosky, who also wrote and directed the film. Watson plays one of two seniors who guide a nervous freshman. Phantom Thread (2017) Set in the glamourous couture world of 1950s post-war London, the life of a renowned dressmaker (Daniel Day-Lewis), who is used to women coming and going through his tailored life, unravels after he falls in love with a young, strong-willed waitress. Pink (2016) A lawyer (Amitabh Bachchan) comes out of retirement to help three women (Taapsee Pannu, Kirti Kulhari, and Andrea Tariang) clear their names in a crime involving a politician's nephew (Angad Bedi). Won a National Award. PK (2014) A satirical comedy-drama that probes religious dogmas and superstitions, through the lens of an alien (Aamir Khan) who is stranded on Earth after he loses his personal communicator and befriends a TV journalist (Anushka Sharma) as he attempts to retrieve it. Porco Rosso (1992) Transformed into an anthropomorphic pig by an unusual curse, an Italian World War I ace fighter veteran now works as a freelance bounty hunter in 1930s Adriatic Sea in the Mediterranean. Hayao Miyazaki writes and directs. Queen (2013) A 24-year-old shy woman (Kangana Ranaut) sets off on her honeymoon alone to Europe after her fiancé calls off the wedding a day prior. There, freed from the traditional trappings and with the help of new friends, she gains a newfound perspective on life. Director Vikas Bahl stands accused in the #MeToo movement.

Rang De Basanti (2006) Aamir Khan leads the ensemble cast of this award-winning film that focuses on four young New Delhi men who turn into revolutionary heroes themselves while playacting as five Indian freedom fighters from the 1920s for a docudrama. Ratatouille (2007) An anthropomorphic rat (Patton Oswalt) who longs to be a chef tries to achieve his dream by making an alliance with a young garbage boy at a Parisian restaurant. From Pixar. Rebecca (1940) Alfred Hitchcock's first American film is based on Daphne du Maurier's 1938 novel of the same name, about a naïve, young woman who marries an aristocratic widower and then struggles under the intimidating reputation of his first wife, who died under mysterious circumstances. The Remains of the Day (1993) Made by the duo of Ismail Merchant and James Ivory, this based-on-a-book film is about a dedicated and loyal butler (Anthony Hopkins), who gave much of his life — and missed out on a lot — serving a British lord who turns out to be a Nazi sympathiser. Reservoir Dogs (1992) After a simply jewellery heist goes wrong in Quentin Tarantino's feature-length debut, six criminals – Tim Roth, Steve Buscemi, and Michael Madsen are a few of the actors – who don't know each other's identity start to suspect each other of being a police informant. The Revenant (2015) Leonardo DiCaprio and director Alejandro G. Iñárritu won Oscars for their work on this semi-biographical Western film set in the 1820s, which tells the story of frontiersman Hugh Glass and his quest for survival and justice amidst severe winters. Roma (2018) Alfonso Cuarón revisits his childhood in the eponymous Mexico City neighbourhood, during the political turmoil of the 1970s, through the eyes of a middle-class family's live-in maid, who takes care of the house and four children, while balancing the complications of her own personal life. Sairat (2016) In a tiny village in the Indian state of Maharashtra, a fisherman's son and a local politician's daughter fall in love, which sends ripples across the society because their families belong to different castes. Currently the highest-grossing Marathi-language film of all time. Scarface (1983) Al Pacino delivers one of his best performances as a Cuban refugee who arrives in 1980s Miami with nothing, rises the ranks to become a powerful drug kingpin, and then falls due to his ego, his paranoia, and a growing list of enemies. Se7en (1995) In this dark, gripping thriller from David Fincher, two detectives – one new (Brad Pitt) and one about to retire (Morgan Freeman) – hunt a serial killer (Kevin Spacey) who uses the seven deadly sins as his motives. Secret Superstar (2017) Though frequently melodramatic, this coming-of-age story – produced by Aamir Khan and wife Kiran Rao – of a Muslim girl from Vadodara who dreams of being a singer dealt with important social issues and broke several box office records during its theatrical run.

Sense and Sensibility (1995) Jane Austen's famous work is brought to life by director Ang Lee, about three sisters who are forced to seek financial security through marriage after the death of their wealthy father leaves them poor by the rules of inheritance. The Shining (1980) Stephen King's popular novel gets the film treatment from Stanley Kubrick, about a father who loses his sanity in an isolated hotel the family is staying at for the winter, while his psychic son sees horrific forebodings from the past and the future. Shoplifters (2018) Winner of the top prize at Cannes, the story of a group of poverty-stricken outsiders scraping together an under-the-radar living in Tokyo, whose life is upended after they take in a new, young member. Hirokazu Kore-eda writes, directs, and edits. Shrek (2001) A half-parody of fairy tales, Shrek is about an eponymous ogre who agrees to help an evil lord get a queen in exchange for the deed to his swamp, filled with enough jokes for the adults and a simple plot children. A Silent Voice: The Movie (2016) Based on the manga of the same name, a coming-of-age story of a school bully who tries to make amends with a hearing-impaired girl he tormented back in the day, after the tables are turned on him. Silver Linings Playbook (2012) Two people (Jennifer Lawrence and Bradley Cooper) with pain and suffering in their past begin a road to recovery while training together for a dance competition, in what becomes an unlikely love story. The Sixth Sense (1999) In writer-director M. Night Shyamalan's best film to date, a child psychologist (Bruce Willis) tries to help a young boy (Haley Joel Osment) who can see and talk to the dead. Snowpiercer (2013) Chris Evans stars in this sci-fi from Bong Joon-ho, which takes place in a future ravaged by an experiment, where the survivors live on a train that continuously circles the globe and has led to a punishing new class system. The Social Network (2010) The tale of Facebook co-founder Mark Zuckerberg gets a slight fictional spin, as it explores how the young engineer was sued by twin brothers who claimed he stole their idea, and sold lies to his co-founder and squeezed him out.

Soni (2019) A short-tempered young policewoman and her cool-headed female boss must contend with ingrained misogyny in their daily lives and even at work, where it impacts their coordinated attempts to tackle the rise of crimes against women in Delhi. Spartacus (1960) After failing to land the title role in Ben-Hur, Kirk Douglas optioned a book with a similar theme, about a slave who led a revolt — known retrospectively as the Third Servile War — against the mighty Roman Empire. Won four Oscars and was named as one of the best historical epics. The Stranger (1946) A war crimes investigator hunts a high-ranking Nazi fugitive (Orson Welles, also director) hiding in the US state of Connecticut, who is also duping his naïve new wife. Super Deluxe (2019) An inter-linked anthology of four stories, involving an unfaithful wife, a transgender woman, a bunch of teenagers, which deal in sex, stigma, and spirituality. Runs at nearly three hours. Swades (2004) Shah Rukh Khan stars a successful NASA scientist in this based on a true story drama, who returns home to India to take his nanny to the US, rediscovers his roots and connects with the local village community in the process. Taare Zameen Par (2007) Sent to boarding school against his will, a dyslexic eight-year-old is helped by an unconventional art teacher (Aamir Khan) to overcome his disability and discover his true potential. Talvar (2015) Meghna Gulzar and Vishal Bhardwaj combine forces to tell the story of the 2008 Noida double murder case, in which a teenage girl and the family's hired servant were killed, and the inept police bungled the investigation. Uses the Rashomon effect for a three-pronged take. Tangerine (2015) Shot entirely on iPhones, a transgender female sex worker vows revenge on her boyfriend-pimp who cheated on her while she was in jail. Tangled (2010) Locked up by her overly protective mother, a young long-haired girl finally gets her wish to escape into the world outside thanks to a good-hearted thief, and discovers her true self.

Thithi (2016) In this award-winning Kannada-language film, set in a remote village in the state of Karnataka, three generations of men reflect on the death of their locally-famous, bad-tempered 101-year-old patriarch. Made with a cast of non-professional actors. The Town (2010) While a group of lifelong Boston friends plan a major final heist at Fenway Park, one of them (Ben Affleck) falls in love with the hostage from an earlier robbery, complicating matters. Train to Busan (2016) Stuck on a blood-drenched bullet train ride across Korea, a father and his daughter must fight their way through a countrywide zombie outbreak to make it to the only city that's safe. Tu Hai Mera Sunday (2016) Five thirty-something friends struggle to find a place in Mumbai where they can play football in peace in this light-hearted rom-com tale, which explores gender divides and social mores along the way. The Two Popes (2019) Inspired by real life, the tale of friendship that formed between Pope Benedict XVI (Anthony Hopkins) and Cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio (Jonathan Pryce), the future Pope Francis, after the latter approached the former regarding his concerns with the direction of the Catholic Church. Udaan (2010) Vikramaditya Motwane made his directorial debut with this coming-of-age story of a teenager who is expelled from boarding school and returns home to the industrial town of Jamshedpur, where he must work at his oppressive father's factory. Udta Punjab (2016) With the eponymous Indian state's drug crisis as the backdrop, this black comedy crime film depicts the interwoven lives of a junior policeman (Diljit Dosanjh), an activist doctor (Kareena Kapoor), a migrant worker (Alia Bhatt), and a rock star (Shahid Kapoor). Uncut Gems (2019) A charismatic, New York-based Jewish jeweller and a gambling addict (Adam Sandler) ends up in over his head in this taut thriller, struggling to keep a lid on his family, desires, business, and enemies. The Untouchables (1987) With mobster Al Capone (Robert De Niro) making use of the rampant corruption during the Prohibition period in the US, federal agent Eliot Ness (Kevin Costner) hand picks a team to expose his business and bring him to justice. Brian De Palma directs. Up in the Air (2009) A corporate downsizing expert (George Clooney) who loves living out of a suitcase finds his lifestyle threatened due to a potential love interest (Vera Farmiga) and an ambitious new hire (Anna Kendrick).

Vertigo (1958) Topping Citizen Kane in the latest Sight & Sound poll of greatest films of all time, Alfred Hitchcock's thriller about a detective afraid of heights who falls for an old friend's wife while investigating her strange activities continued his tradition of turning audiences into voyeurs. Village Rockstars (2017) A young Assamese girl of a widow pines to own a guitar and start her own rock band, but societal norms routinely get in the way. Rima Das writes, directs, shoots, edits, and handles costumes. Visaranai (2015) Winner of three National Awards and based on M. Chandrakumar's novel Lock Up, the story of four Tamil laborers who are framed and tortured by politically-motivated cops in the neighbouring state of Andhra Pradesh. Vetrimaaran writes and directs. A Wednesday! (2008) Neeraj Pandey's film is set between 2 pm and 6 pm on a Wednesday, naturally, when a common man (Naseeruddin Shah) threatens to detonate five bombs in Mumbai unless four terrorists accused in the 2006 Mumbai train bombings case are released. Wonder Woman (2017) After a pilot crashes and informs them about an ongoing World War, an Amazonian princess (Gal Gadot) leaves her secluded life to enter the world of men and stop what she believes to be the return of Amazons' nemesis. Wreck-It Ralph (2012) This Disney animated film tells the story of a video game villain who sets out to fulfil his dream of becoming a hero but ends up bringing havoc to the entire arcade where he lives. Zero Dark Thirty (2012) The decade-long international manhunt for Osama bin Laden is the focus of this thriller from Kathryn Bigelow, dramatised as and when needed to keep a CIA intelligence analyst (Jessica Chastain) at the centre of the story. Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara (2011) Hrithik Roshan, Farhan Akhtar, and Abhay Deol star as three childhood friends who set off on a bachelor trip across Spain, which becomes an opportunity to heal past wounds, combat their worst fears, and fall in love with life. Zodiac (2007) David Fincher signed on Jake Gyllenhaal, Mark Ruffalo, and Robert Downey Jr. to depict a cartoonist's (Gyllenhaal) obsession with figuring out the identity of the Zodiac Killer in the 1960s–70s. Zombieland (2009) A student looking for his parents (Jesse Eisenberg), a man looking for a favourite snack, and two con artist sisters join forces and take an extended road trip across a zombie-filled America, while they all search for a zombie-free sanctuary. Read the full article

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BnHA Chapter 223: Let Me Give You a Hand

Previously on BnHA: Tomura had a flashback to when he first met All for One. AFO told him he’d spontaneously developed a rare quirk which led to him accidentally killing his entire family and his adorable dog. Baby Tenko was able to recall “fragmented images” of the incident but curiously has no clear memories of his life beforehand. But I’m sure AFO isn’t lying, him being such a stand up guy with no obvious ulterior motives here. Anyway so we also found out that the hands are supposedly all that’s left of Tomura’s family, if anyone actually buys that. And Ujiko is the one that made them. Ujiko, as it turns out, doesn’t really plan to withhold the Noumus and everything from Tomura, but he does want Tomura to prove he’s ready to handle them, and to do that he wants him to go back and win over Gigantomachia. Tomura was all “okay fine” and so Ujiko teleported him back along with the rest of the Shigaraki Squad, except for Dabi who didn’t wanna (he’d rather antagonize Hawks instead). So that’s where we’re at now. Oh and I almost forgot, but Tomura wants to destroy everything, like the whole fucking world, because he feels like that might help to ease his constant inner pain and torment. So that’s nice. What a nice chapter.

Today on BnHA: We fast-forward to mid-December. Tomura and the gang have been dueling Gigantomachia near-ceaselessly for the past month and a half. Giganto can fight for a full 48 hours (and 44 minutes) at a time without rest, so the Squad has been taking it in shifts, but since Tomura is Giganto’s main target he’s been fighting almost constantly. He seems to be in good spirits, though, and is confident they’re making progress. Anyway, so shortly after Giganto’s scheduled nap begins, Twice gets a call from Giran! Or rather, Re-Destro, calling from Giran’s phone, to brag about having kidnapped Giran. Apparently he’s been keeping busy by chopping off Giran’s fingers. Ramsay Bolton-ing it, if you will. He’s been leaving them at strategic locations across the country trying to get the League’s attention, but his buddies finally managed to hack Giran’s phone and get his contact info, so it turns out the finger-chopping wasn’t strictly necessary. So he explains who he is and what he’s about, says there are 116,516 members of the Liberation Army spread throughout the nation (did you do a fucking census?!), and explains that they have a satellite tracking Tomura’s location. He then delivers an ultimatum: come and fight, or be captured by the authorities.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my mostly-unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’m caught up with the manga now at chapter 226, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

so the title of this chapter is “cockroach”, which could mean anything, but is most likely being used in the “pesky little bugger who’s obnoxiously hard to kill” sense. Tomura are you the cockroach. who is the cockroach. hmm

(ETA: yeah I still don’t know. whatever)

anyway so now it’s mid-December...! holy shit what, we’re caught up?

actually, scratch that, we’re ahead of where we were before because our last update was “early December, Sunday morning” on the day of Shouto and Katsuki’s provisional license retest. shit. Tomura I’m gonna need you to stop whatever it is you’re doing and go on your phone and look up articles about the purse snatchers who were stopped by the two young heroes who placed first and second in the U.A. sports festival earlier this year. specifically I need you to find out for me what Kacchan’s fucking hero name is omfg. can you do that

Tomura. Tomura, focus

...

okay I can see that you’re busy right now. wow. okay, uh

so lol this guy’s been at it for a month?? more or less? do I have that right? Tomura how the fuck are you still alive. you really are a cockroach

also did Giganto just fucking snap you in two here or

oh I should have known

hahaha they’re so cute!

I’m honestly amazed they haven’t fucking quit. they’re still at it. this is one loyal bunch of bastards. and Tomura is showing more dogged perseverance than I ever expected him to be capable of. makes me sad for what could have been, honestly

why doesn’t Compress just compress him. you’re telling me he hasn’t managed to touch him once in the however many weeks that they’ve been at this? or maybe he has and that’s how they’ve managed to survive this long lol

anyways, so Giganto is all “WEAK!” again and now he’s doing this

so maybe that’s why Compress hasn’t been able to touch him. he got that DBZ battle aura shit going on

(ETA: he’s kinda giving me All Might vibes, actually. Deku you wanna take a crack at this?)

meanwhile Spinner and Toga are watching from a safe distance like smart people

Toga says it looks like Tomura’s in trouble, and Spinner’s all “same as always then”

also Spinner has changed out of his Stain cosplay at long last and I don’t know what to make of this you guys

this is a shockingly normal look. a hoodie and a fucking jacket. I’m just... I’m still processing this. okay you win this round Spinner

so he’s explaining for those who aren’t paying attention to the timeline that it’s been more than a month and a half since Tomura was tasked with getting Gigantomachia to chill out, and he has still not chilled out

holyyyyyyy shit

I have to assume Spinner is exaggerating things here for the sake of drama because Tomura would fucking be dead. or else he’d have quit by the second day. screw destroying the world, I’m gonna take up knitting or something

I seriously can’t believe this shit though? was this part of AFO’s plan also? talk about a way to level up your protege in record time. either he dies or he becomes the strongest bitch who ever lived. has AFO been sneaking peeks at U.A.’s lesson plans

holy shit

wow they really are true ride or dies. also Dabi 100% had the right idea. best decision you ever made Touya

but seriously though Tomura should be dead. forget just sleeping, when is he eating and drinking? are the others going on coffee and bagel runs on their breaks? are you telling me Tomura’s been fighting this guy for the past 40 days all doped up on caffeine with only cup ramen to sustain him and running on 9 days’ worth of sleep spread out over six weeks wtf. he should be dead from exhaustion or else a fucking heart attack

holy shit Horikoshi actually explained how their broke asses didn’t just up and starve to death though omg

they got an allowance awww

also Toga is still the cutest and my favorite and fuck yeah girl you tell him though. nobody wants to be running around in the woods in fucking December without a fucking coat, Spinner

interesting that she’ll steal a bikini but not a jacket lol. nah we’re paying for that like good honest citizens

holy shit Spinner you’re still having your identity crisis?

I can’t decide if Horikoshi is setting things up to have him jump ship and join Detnerat (what with him feeling increasingly disillusioned with the League, and Destro’s philosophy being something that would almost certainly appeal to someone with his quirk and history), or purposely trying to make it seem like he is so that he can subvert everyone’s expectations and have him unexpectedly remain loyal to Tomura at the critical moment. kinda like what happened when Katsuki got captured. right now I’m leaning more to him defecting though; I think that plot would open up a lot more possibilities story-wise

(ETA: after reading Toga’s latest chapter I’ve swung back around on this. the Liberation Army is full of fucking phonies who don’t practice what they preach. look at how Kizuki was trying to make Toga into a martyr for their cause. I feel like Spinner would be able to see through their bullshit. hopefully.)

by the way you guys has Ochako always been on this list or is this a recent development??

and I love you, Toga! even though this in no way even comes close to answering Spinner’s question though! it’s okay it was foolish of him to ask

(ETA: so apparently she loves Ochako because she ships her and Deku! this is one of the most relatable things in this manga to date.)

lol

hush you that’s what makes her so perfect

and now I guess some time is passing and now they’re finally getting to take a break!

you know, that’s a good point about him eating. he’s gotta power himself up somehow. all quirks have a limit, we’ve known that since very early on. at some point Giganto has to reach his, right?

holy shit you guys

I just got some strong Katsuki vibes coming off of our resident crazyboy here and I need a moment to process this. damn. that’s some powerful character development from a guy whose signature move up till this point was sitting on a couch

Spinner’s watching him and thinking that Tomura’s gaze looks like that of “a young boy chasing his dreams”

yeah, his dream of destroying the whole world and everything in it. so pure

oh FUCK

YOUR BOY GIRAN WHO’S CURRENTLY BEING HELD BY DETNERAT?? THAT GIRAN? UH

lol Compress is telling Twice to ask if his robot arm is insured. Giran has bigger things to worry about than your arm dude. if this even is Giran calling and Giran isn’t fucking dead, since we do know this series isn’t above killing people off every now and then, and we had quite the disturbing image of what looked like a finger lying on what was apparently Giran’s signature scarf in the last chapter

Twice is saying that Giran is a real good guy and that he looked out for Twice even after he joined the League

ffffff he really is fucking dead huh

lmao but because it’s Twice he then immediately shouts at Giran for being an asshole and not answering Compress’s calls

OH FUCK

FUCK ME YOU GUYS GIRAN WAS FUCKING TORTURED TO DEATH. HOW THE FUCK DOES THIS SERIES KEEP ESCALATING ITS LEVELS OF HARDCORE WHEN IT COMES TO VILLAINS

so Compress is stupidly asking if Giran’s using a voice changer, but Twice has already conned on to what’s going on

oh fuck oh shit oh fucking shit

Compress is immediately whipping out his phone

OH FUSCK

JUST VILLAIN THINGS

fuck me this fucking series not pulling any punches. “what timeslot does the anime currently run in, again?” Horikoshi asks absentmindedly while he proceeds to not give a flying fuck one way or the other

ksdjlfkjw jesus fucking christ

IS THIS FUCKING GAME OF THRONES??! are you fucking for real with this shit??! AND SURE, WHY NOT, LET’S JUST DRAW THE FUCKING FINGER JUST LYING THERE ON THE SIDEWALK

BREAKING NEWS, JUST ANNOUNCED, SEASON 5 OF THE RUNAWAY ANIME HIT “MY HERO ACADEMIA” TO AIR EXCLUSIVELY ON HBO

oh hold up lol there’s more

well fuck me y’all if that ain’t a whole fucking hand

and fuck me also because the site of All Might’s last stand against AFO in Kamino is officially known as Ground Zero and it’s commemorated with a fucking statue and everything. my Kacchan hero name theory is decimated, Ground Zero as Kacchan’s hero name is fucking confirmed and if it is the case I’m going to get extremely emotional now at what his obvious reasons would be for choosing that name holy shit though

(ETA: although to be fair! what’s written in the chapter here is グラウンドゼロ (Guraundozero), whereas Bakugou’s name from those old character book sketches was  爆心地 (Bakushinchi). so it’s not quite the same! I feel like it’s still up in the air. I really just need this to be settled already lol. can you tell by the way I keep bringing it up multiple times each chapter even though this is an arc about the fucking villains for pete’s sake.)

-- oh shit he’s right. so we’ve got the Eight Precepts’ house, Hosu City, the Highway to Hell, Kamino, and now Fukuoka. you guys if memory serves, that is indeed every known League of Villains incident location... except for one. the very first one. as if U.A. needed any more reason to be on edge lately holy christ. let’s hope to god they don’t start chopping off the other hand

oh snap Joker’s got himself a name now!

Redestro? or ReDestro? lol that’s one of those names that looks fine in all-caps comic book letters but when typed out like this it looks stupid as hell

(ETA: I’m going with Re-Destro since it looks the least weird to me. idk.)

wow Tomura you’ve had time to keep up with the NY Times bestselling list while fighting for your life for the last six weeks? I’m impressed

this kid is not in a mood to play nice with others today and I’m loving it

Twice. where the fuck do you think Giran is. smdh

wow, Re-Destro says he’s actually still alive. hey you don’t have to show us what kind of condition he’s in, Horikoshi. just putting that out there. we have functioning imaginations, we get it. we’re good

(ETA: he’s actually doing a lot better than I thought he’d be. though I still want to take him home and wrap him up in a blanket and make him watch Jaime’s redemption arc in GoT and see if he gets inspired.)

anyway so Re-Des says they’re gonna destroy the status quo and rebuild the world into a place where everyone is free to use their powers to their full extent whenever

wow, Compress

um idk maybe because they chopped your broker’s fucking fingers off??? were you guys not tight with Giran or what? poor dude suffered some horrific shit all because he didn’t want to sell you fuckers out. least you could do is be offended

meanwhile Tomura wants to get a raincheck on this whole affair because he has other pressing matters to deal with right now

at least he told them to release Giran

oh fuuuuuuuuuuuck

where are they?? an observation tower somewhere??

jesus christ is that blood on his lap there??

how are his arms even tied behind him if he’s missing a fucking hand????

(ETA: genuinely curious about that last one though lol.)

wow Re-Destro is really testing the League’s empathy levels here

well, Tomura, that’s some pretty fucked up shit he did to your guy. what do you think. are you even slightly horrified. pissed off?

oh shit you guys!!

HE DIDN’T EVEN TALK. THIS MOTHERFUCKER DIDN’T BREAK, THEY HAD TO HACK HIS PHONE WITH THEIR MAD IT SKILLS IN ORDER TO GET THE LEAGUE’S CONTACT INFO. AND GIRAN LOOKS FUCKING HORRIFIED OH MY GOD

guys I can’t believe Giran is my new favorite character I s2g Horikoshi if you touch him again I’ll

...anyway. let’s do this whole two-page spread now because I’m super hyped in spite of my also being horrified by everything

FEEL GOOD INC. is that a fucking Gorillaz reference in my fucking shounen manga about superheroes. do I need to analyze me some lyrics. I can’t actually see any connection lol aside from it being a badass name for a villain corporation

guys I can’t believe Kizuki is my new favorite character I s2g Horikoshi if you touch her I’ll

oh hey, cool, shouldn’t be too hard to take these guys out. they’ve just got billions of dollars (presumably) and one hundred thousand soldiers lying in wait ready to rise to action at a moment’s notice, their words not mine. cool. cool cool cool cool cool cool cool we’re fucked

OH SHIT

is that why he’s in that observation place? fucking hell, how?

OH SHIT, AGAIN

HOW FUCKING NOBLE OF Y’ALL. though honestly I guess if we have to pick between the villains with the 12 Noumus of the Apocalypse who want to destroy everything, or the villains capable of running a successful business who just want people with quirks to be free, objectively the latter group is a better bet to side with

except for the fact that the latter group is totally cool with snapping their poor mouse secretary’s neck just because he didn’t like their book. and they’re also down to chop off a guy’s fingers one by one just to make a damn point. so yeah, pardon me but I’m gonna side with the League here in spite of everything

wow what the hell kind of negotiations are these??

so you just called to tell them that? “hi hello just wanted to introduce myself and let you all know I hate you and here’s how fucking screwed you are lol have fun with that”

haha hey Horikoshi what the fuck

(ETA: so yeah this is that same hand gesture that he’s doing in the panel immediately after this one. I guess it’s just their thing. these guys think they’re so fucking cool. it’s not cool to chop off people’s hands, Re-Destro!!)

I can’t believe I have to deal with this shit on the same day I’m posting the damn mushroom chapter recap

oh wow okay so he is actually giving them a chance here

lol wow this fucking arc. holy shit

but who was cockroach. well whatever. fucking villain arcs though, you guys. omg

#bnha #boku no hero academia #shigaraki tomura #gigantomachia #re-destro #himiko toga #spinner (bnha) #twice (bnha) #mr. compress #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #the real cockroach was the friends we made along the way #I guess #I don't know #it's late and I'm completely out of ideas lol

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Four Letters: Ch 8

Four Letters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Ship: FWB!Jungkook | IceQueen!Reader | Yoongi Description: College!AU. Enemies to Lovers. Your icy exterior makes it seem as though you dislike everyone- which is partially true. But the one person you truly dislike is the cocky frat boy Jeon Jungkook. Warnings: Threesome, Double Penetration, Ass-Play, Dirty Talk, Oral, Cum-Eating, Cum-Play, Degrading Names, Spit Roasting, Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasms, Pussy Slapping, Gagging, Creampie, Blowjob, Intercourse, Deep Throating, Light Spanking, Slight Exhibitionism, Unprotected Sex, Choking, Squirting, Lots of Overstimulation, Light Spitting, Slight Dub-Con, Sloppy Seconds? D/S Themes, Light Fluff, Angst Word Count: 12,330

"Why are you crying?"

You look up at Tae from your laptop, tears streaming down your face. You hurriedly wipe them away as Taehyung rushes to your side, giving you a warm embrace, cradling you to help you feel warm and comforted.

"Shh, I'm sure it's ok. What is it?" Taehyung questioned, his voice soft and soothing despite the fact he had just been woken up by the sounds of your crying in the middle of the night. His eyes were trained on you with concern, and you could tell that much from how the laptop's screen illuminated his features in the otherwise dark room.

"I-I forgot to submit my essay and n-now it's too late," you sniffle, wiping away at your nose. "God, I fucked up so badly. I can't believe I was this irrisponsible."

"Hey, it's alright. It'll be ok," Taehyung assures you, massaging your shoulders.

You felt as though you were being a melodramatic baby, but you couldn't help yourself. You had pulled an all-nighter on this before and forgot to turn it in. Now you were minutes late, and you knew you'd end up getting a zero on the essay. There was no doubt it'd bring down your grade. "No it isn't!" you heard yourself wail.

Taehyung was patient and kind. "You're bright, Y/N. One paper isn't going to get in the way of you graduating. It's only your freshman year of college anyway."

"I hate it already," you sniffle, pouting as you looked glumly at the screen. It seemed to mock you and the cold tears that ran down your cheeks.

Taehyung slowly shut your computer. "You should go to bed. There's nothing that can be accomplished by moping over something that's already been done. You'll pull up your grade with the next few graded assignments- I'm sure of it."

You rise from the chair as Taehyung pulls you closer to the bed. He lifts up the sheet for you to climb inside, following you after. You roll on top of him, bear-hugging his waist as you nuzzle his chest. You're overcome by the scent of him, not some cheap smelling cologne- just Taehyung. It smelled like home. It smelled like memories of your first kiss with him at a football game, where your team won and you were cheering so loudly that he leaned over and kissed you just to shut you up in the most polite way possible. It smelled like snuggling next to a roaring fire when his parents were out of town, the two of you curled into a blanket and tipsy from sneaking the vodka from the liquor cabinet, playing ISPY despite the fact both of your visions were blurry.

Your lids are droopy when you pressed your lips against Tae's, molding them together. You melt into the feeling, a smile on your lips until you pull back, your eyelids fluttering open.

Beside you is a man you do not recognize. Another nameless student at your school, another face you wouldn't see. Yet the two of you were stark naked beneath the sheets, and you could feel the bass from the speakers cause the house you were in to vibrate. You heard each crashing boom and the muffled hollers from downstairs, and you had just given this stranger your virginity.

It had been a bit over a month since Taehyung left you.

Or had it been longer? It felt as though each minute was a day, as the days drag on into years. For all you knew it had only been a week.

So your friend Lisa had dragged your depressed self to a random party, and you drowned yourself in your worries with alcohol and started to dance, only to hook up with the man who had been grinding on you for a majority of the night.

You roll over, looking at his face, analyzing it. Up close he wasn't nearly as blurry and evidently wasn't nearly as good looking. But you had dated Tae, so your standards were by far higher than most.

It was funny. You always assumed you would've given it to Taehyung. Whether it be after a few more months of dating or on your wedding night- you had built up this whole fantasy of it being sweet and sensual and romantic- giving your virginity to the man you loved.

Instead, it had been boring, sloppy, and short.

"That was great," the man grinned beside you, adjusting as he sprawled himself against the mattress. He's a senior- which explains why you had never seen him. Though he decided to hook up with a random freshman, you didn't know. He glances at you. "Did you cum?"

Considering the fact he hadn't even touched your clit, something that even the inexperienced you knew about, you'd have to decline.

"Sure," you find yourself saying. You thought back to what had just transpired between the two of you. How uneventful. You came to the conclusion that sex was by far overrated- and for that matter, men.

Of course, it would take you three months to finally put that to heart, as you slept around with plenty of men in some effort to numb the feeling of being abandoned.

But for now, you'd subside with putting your clothes back on and leaving the room, going back down to the party where drunk people would dance pressed against one another without a care in the world.

You bump into someone the minute you step off the stairs. A doe-eyed boy collided with your figure. He was tall, but there wasn't much muscle there. You recognized him, however. He was the boy who apparently arrived at the school in some fancy car that no broke college student could afford, who's parents were rumored to buy his way into the school.

You forgot his name but nevertheless didn't pay much attention to him. What would you care about some spoiled rich kid? He probably didn't have to work for anything that was handed to him, and as he grew up he wouldn't know how to do anything. People like that were always reduced to nothing- rubble- from what you knew. "Sorry," he apologized as you turned away, brushing past him.

It was your first interaction with Jeon Jungkook- but months later he would become built and obnoxious, shedding his rich boy persona in favor of the more punk look- and absolutely content with bugging the ever loving shit out of you. At which point the two of you had changed so drastically that the brief encounter was completely forgotten.

If only you knew at that moment what he would become. What the two of you would become.

"Y/N!" he shouted.

You freeze. How did he know your name?

"Y/N!" he calls again. You turn around, brows furrowed. His voice was higher than usual.

"Y/N!"

Your eyes snap up, and you bolt upright, turning towards Lisa who stood at your doorway, the light to your room on.

"Y/N, is it ok if I borrow one of your jeans? The ripped ones that are that washed out color," Lisa questions. "I'm surprised you're still sleeping in. It's the middle of the day. I mean, I know we don't have classes today but..."

You're dazed, still trying to bring yourself to reality, trying to decipher what little you got from the dream before it disappeared from your mind forever. The blend of memories and dreams that seemed to blur.

Lisa gave you a concerned look. "Are you ok? You look out of it. Well... frazzled."

You rub at your eyes, your mind hazy. "It's nothing just a weird dream."

Lisa snapped her fingers and pointed to you. "You're running but the thing you're running to just gets farther and farther?"

"That's your dream- not mine," you huff. It had been a while since what transpired between Hoseok and Lisa- weeks, actually. She had been rather depressed at first, and you returned the favor by cheering her up in her time of need.

She definitely seemed a lot more chipper, though, recently.

"Where are you going anyway?" you questioned as she rummaged through your closet.

She bites her lip in excitement, turning to you as she holds the jeans to her chest. "I have a date today."

Your eyes are wide as you stare at her. "Wait- what?"

"I met this really cute guy at the coffee shop a few days ago; cliche, but it was so cute! They got our drinks mixed up and we ended up sitting with one another and chatting. We exchanged numbers, and I didn't want to say anything because I figured it might be a bit too soon- but we've got a date today!"

"That's great, Lisa!" you say enthusiastically. "What's his name?"

"Jin," she grins. "Oh, Y/N, he's the most gorgeous man you've ever seen! Like, if Aphrodite and- I don't know, some other really hot person, had a baby- it's this guy! He's absolutely dreamy!"

You're pleased to know that she's getting over Hoseok, and hopefully, this Jin character will help get her mind off of the man she had been in love with for so long.

"Maybe one day Jin and I could go on a double date with you and Jeon. I know it's too soon to think of such things, but I can't help it," Lisa says gleefully.

"Jungkook doesn't date. Besides, I went on a date with Yoongi. Not Jungkook," you clarify. Though, you still need to properly speak to Yoongi about the whole Jungkook situation. The two of you had been tiptoeing around it too much, without addressing the situation, and it made whenever the two of you hung out way tenser.

Lisa rolled her eyes. "Yoongi's just the guy you're going out with because he's safe."

"What do you mean by that?" you question, furrowing your brows.

"C'mon, Y/N. Everyone calls him the guy you- and you figure if you get someone similar to yourself they'll be less likely to hurt you- because you wouldn't hurt you. You're scared of Jungkook because you're scared of getting as close to someone as you were to Tae."

You tense at that, the name making your muscles tighten.

Lisa gives you a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, I'm just speaking my mind. I mean, it's obvious. You're afraid of getting attached to someone because it'll mean getting hurt. With Yoongi you can stay detached."

"Since when were you one to speak your mind?" you questioned.

Lisa shrugged. "I don't know. I guess having to prevent saying what I've wanted to for so long, I realized that I'd be a lot happier if I said what I meant and meant what I said. It quits the bullshit, y'know? I'm a lot happier when I say what I've always wanted to. Maybe you could learn something from it."

You glare at her as she wags her brows, and you know perfectly well what she is insinuating. "There's nothing I want to say."

"Only because you won't admit it to yourself yet," Lisa teased. "But don't worry- sometimes it's hard for insiders to see what the rest of the world does."

"And what does the world see, exactly?" you ask, cocking your head to the side.

She steps forward to ruffle your hair, though it doesn't do much. You've got bed head still from just waking up. Her smile is bright, and you can't remember the last time it was so genuine.

"That you're head over fucking heels for Jeon."

-

You're tapping furiously at your laptop, eyes flickering up to the assignments that you'll have to do later on. Read this chapter, read that, write this essay, fill out this question- you loved Psychology, of course, but the teacher really loved to pile on homework for the lot of you.

You feel a presence slide next to you, and you turn to Jungkook. Your brows furrow. "What're you doing here?" you question. "You don't usually sit next to me."

Jungkook shrugs. "Lisa's not here- you probably know what happened to her- and Hoseok's away to visit his sister. So why not?"

"I dunno, it's just different," you mumble to yourself, your cheeks heating up when you realize you stammered your words a bit. You needed to concentrate on copying this down- not Jungkook.

"Am I not allowed to sit next to you?" Jungkook questioned.

"Why would you want to?" you shoot back, eyes darting back to the words above. Your teacher had a habit of turning things off too fast or clicking through the slides at the speed of light.

Jungkook shrugs again. "I just like spending time with you."

You snort in derision, amused. "You like sleeping with me, that's what."

Jungkook smiles at that. "I'm serious. Sleeping together or not, you're pleasant to be around."

Your fingers freeze over your keyboard as you look to him. "I think pleasant is the last word someone would describe me as, Jeon. You must not know me at all."

"Nah," he grins, his smile oddly adorable. "Maybe I just know you all too well."

"I'm called an Ice Queen for a reason," you remind him, going back to copying down the information.

"Ice can melt," Jungkook says.

"Why would I melt?" you say, looking to him for a straightforward answer.

His grin only grows larger. "Some people are worth melting for."

You blink at him, your face stony. "I'm going to ignore you now and pretend that you did not just quote Olaf from Frozen with the cheesiest line ever said."

Jungkook cackles at that, and despite your insistence on ignoring the annoying prick, you can't wipe the small smile on your face or suppress your uplifted spirits.

-

Namjoon was currently in one of the storage closets putting away the knickknacks that were cluttering up the studio. You glanced to Yoongi, deciding that if you were going to say something, now was the time to. At least while Namjoon was gone.

"Uh, Yoongi, can I talk to you?" you ask him softly.

He looks up to you. "Sure, what's up?"

"It's about Jungkook."

He tenses at that. "What about him?"

"I mean... I'm sorry. I should've told you that I was hooking up with him on a regular basis. It wasn't fair of me to keep that a secret from you while we were talking or on that date. What I did was wrong and I'm truly sorry. I never meant to hurt you, and that was truly my last intention. I guess I figured that if I told you would judge me. I mean, it's Jeon, your frat brother, of all people. And I complain about him 24/7- I'm rambling, I'm sorry. My point is I should've told you."

Yoongi shrugs. "What? You don't need to apologize."

Your brows furrow. "I don't?"

Yoongi shakes his head. "You and I aren't given a title or anything yet- hell, we only really went on one date. And if we aren't exclusive, you have the right to sleep with whoever you want. Even if it's Jungkook. What happens between the two of you isn't my business."

You blink at him in surprise. "So... you're not mad?"

He smiles lightly at that. "Nope."

"So... we're good then?"

"I think so."

"And you want to continue..."

"This?" His eyes lock with yours. "Definitely."

You lick your lips, smiling slightly to yourself at that. You open your mouth to say something, but it's at that moment Namjoon reappears from the storage closet, beaming to you.

"Oh, Y/N, I almost forgot!" He walked closer, unaware of the conversation you and Yoongi had just shared. "Would you mind helping us carry stuff into the frat house for the party? On Friday. We need a lot of help since a few of the guys are gonna be gone."

"The party this Friday?" you question, quirking a brow.

"You'd just have to help some of the guys carry the coolers and not spill the beer- it's nothing really," Namjoon assured you. "And your sorority is the sister house! Therefore it's kind of your responsibility as well."

You roll your eyes at that. "Fine, fine, I'll help."

"Great!" he cheers, patting your shoulder. "You need to get some more muscle anyway."

You gawk at that, and Yoongi only cackles.

-

"Xiyeon, I'm so sorry for how I treated you a few weeks ago. I was frustrated, angry, and overwhelmed. I got it in my mind that you'd replace me. Somehow you'd take Hoseok and become Y/N's best friend- I was just insecure. But it was wrong of me to lash it out on you," Lisa apologizes, her hands held in Xiyeon's.

The two of them had finally sat down to have a proper conversation face to face, talking about everything that had transpired between them. You were there to act as something of a mediator in case something went out of hand, but based on the glassy eyes and the way the two squeezed each other's hands, you guessed that wouldn't happen.

"Oh, Lisa, I'm so sorry. You were struggling with Hoseok and I worsened everything by sleeping with him. I might've been drunk but I still did it, and I know that hurt you deeply and put a strain on everyone's relationship. I was so stressed, the guilt was eating me alive. I should've told you straightaway, though," Xiyeon says, one of her hands slipping out of Lisa's to wipe away a tear, her lips trembling.

"No, I'm the one who's sorry. You suffered far more than you should've. You're innocent and you didn't mean for it to happen. But I can't forgive you," Lisa says softly.

Your head snaps up at that, and Xiyeon's face falls.

Lisa breaks out into a grin, though. "Because there's nothing to forgive. You don't need to apologize to me."

Xiyeon finally lets the tears cascade down her cheeks, throwing herself onto Lisa, hugging her tightly. The two of them clung to each other, gripping each other's clothes as they tried to pull the other closer. Their embrace was tight, and both of them were outright sobbing, their bodies shaking as they held each other in their arms.

You found the tender moment to be sweet. You cough awkwardly, though, making your prescence known. "I know this is a sweet moment and all- but it's pretty gay, so might want to warn Jin he's got competition," you snicker.

The two laugh at that, with Lisa slapping your arm.

You smile to yourself. Despite how many problems were within the group, and the guys that surrounded your life, you were always going to be content with your girls.

-

"Yoongi texted me. He says that he's running late due to traffic, but he'll be here later to help," Namjoon tells you, looking down at his phone.

You nod in response, shrugging. "That's fine. Just tell him where I am and to come and find me. Where do you want me to help anyway?"

"Jungkook's supposed to be rolling in any minute now with some coolers of beer- it'd be a great help if you helped him carry it inside," Namjoon said. His attention was soon diverted as someone else called for his attention, and you gave him a nod as a silent goodbye, stepping outside to the car.

It rolled up into the driveway- the crummy car that many of the guys used to run their errands. Jungkook parked it, stepping out as he opened the trunk. You step forward, creeping behind him.

"Hey, Jeon," you greet.

Jungkook seems to jump five feet in midair, and you can't help but cackle evilly seeing the expression on his face. "Dear God, woman! Don't just sneak up on me like that!"

You chuckle at how frazzled he still seems. "Namjoon told me to come here to help you carry some coolers inside. Probably because of those spaghetti arms of yours."

Jungkook scoffs. "Wow, sure. You, in comparison, look like those dancing things in front of car sales."

You give a mock-offended expression. "I'm insulted!"

"Yeah yeah. Help me with these coolers, then we'll really get to roasting each other."

You laugh at that, rolling your eyes. You're surprised, however, when Jungkook quickly leans in to catch your lips, cradling your face in his hands as he presses his mouth against yours. It isn't forceful or rough, and it lasts only for a second before he breaks away.

"What was that for?" you question, calm but confused.

"Am I not allowed to do that?" Jungkook asked, eyes wide with worry. "Did you not like it or something?"

"What? Yes, Jungkook, you're allowed to. And I liked it- I always do. My question is why you did it though," you ask him again, collecting your thoughts. You weren't mad at him in the slightest. In fact, you're smiling a bit, feeling the faint feeling of his lips against yours lingering.

"Oh." Jungkook thought for a moment, as though he weren't so sure himself. "I dunno. I just felt like kissing you I guess."

"Oh," you respond, wondering if you could read into his words a bit deeper.

Jungkook looks to you nervously. "Can I kiss you again?"

You chuckle, amused at how hesitant he seemed in comparison to how many things he had done with you sexually before. "Sure," you say. Jungkook's hand is on your cheek again, and he kisses you tenderly. You close your eyes, kissing him back, feeling yourself melt into the feeling.

You catch yourself for the briefest moments.

Pushing him away slightly, you shake your head. "We still have to do a job, Jeon."

"Oh- right!"

-

You wouldn't have thought it'd take half an hour to drag coolers inside. But you also didn't suspect them to weigh practically a ton. How the hell it was so heavy, you didn't know. But needless to say, once the very last one was slammed down onto the tile floor on the kitchen, you were a sweaty mess.

Jungkook was worn out as well, was panting, sitting down on the floor to lean against the kitchen cabinets.

You sit down next to him, sweaty. "Is this the part where we roast each other again?"

"Let me catch my breath first," Jungkook huffed, running his fingers through his hair.

You catch the glint of silver along the digits and quirk your brow. "Since when did you start wearing so many rings?"

"Oh- I just felt like it today. Damn things were digging into my fingers the entire time, though. I should've taken them off while we were getting those blasted coolers."

Your eyes linger on the rings, concentrated on the veiny hand from the workout, and the long digits decorated by metal. Jungkook seems to notice how your gaze lingers for a second too long, because soon he's licking his lips, staring at you with the same expression.

"Want to... take a break?"

-

Jungkook's tongue traveled along the slope of your neck, his lips sucking tenderly to form bruises along your skin. Your back was firmly pressed against his chest as you arched yourself into his touch, his rough hands kneading your breasts. You whimpered, spreading your legs, your skirt opening further to reveal the lacy underwear you had hidden underneath.

"Mm, does my babygirl like being touched here?" Jungkook questioned, mumbling the words into the crook of your neck as his fingers pinched the sensitive buds, hard as pebbles in his hands as he toyed with them.

"Yes," you say breathily, opening your droopy eyes as you looked to the door you were facing, trying to recall whether or not you had remembered to lock it. Your mind was hazy, however, when Jungkook's hands slid down your shirt, riding over your skirt to lift it up and slide your panties off your legs. The cold rings glided along your skin, and you shivered at his touch as you kicked off the cotton, his fingers reaching down to your heat. The cold metal contrasting with the warmth made you gasp despite yourself, and Jungkook petted at your folds, his fingers now glistening with your fluids.

"What about here?" Jungkook questioned slyly, pinching your clit, having you shudder and arch against him as he continued to toy at it, rubbing it carefully and slowly, though the pressure had you rolling your eyes back.

"God, Jungkook, please don't stop," you say, leaning back, craning your face to look at him. His lips collided against yours, devouring each whimper and moan that cascaded from your lips.

The door swung open to reveal Yoongi, and before you can curse yourself for forgetting to lock the door, his eyes are planted on the scene before him. Your cheeks turn crimson, and you snap your legs together, feeling utterly humiliated to be caught in the act by Yoongi no less. You opened your mouth to explain through embarrassed stammers and apologies, but Jungkook beat you to the chase. His hand, still caught between your thighs, moved lower to roughly thrust into you, two digits curling inside. You groaned before you could even bite your lip, feeling him move his fingers within you, the cold metal inside of you making you even more sensitive to his ministrations.

"Hey Yoongs," Jungkook says casually as though he weren't fingering you at the moment. He grins, licking his lips. "Nice of you to join us."

You look at him in alarm, but as he hits your g-spot and grinds the palm of his hand into your clit, you're unable to utter even a single sentence. "Spread your legs, babygirl. Let him see the view," Jungkook cooed. You hesitantly spread your legs apart, Jungkook's hand freeing itself from its grip on your breast to pry apart your legs, leaving you completely exposed to Yoongi's blank gaze. "Though, from what I know, he's already seen it, hasn't he?"

Yoongi looks darkly to Jungkook, his mouth pressed in a tight line. "Are you trying to rub something in my face, Jeon?"

Jungkook feigned innocence as you whimpered against him. "What do you mean? Don't act like you don't like seeing her like this. It's no secret you've had a thing for her. C'mon, I'm sure she can handle two at once, can't you babygirl?"

The question directed to you has you shudder and bite your lips, your gaze locking with Yoongi's. His expression is unreadable, and you think he's about to storm off and wants nothing to do with you. Instead, he surprises you, walking forward to crash his lips against yours roughly. It's more dominant and domineering than what you were used to him, but still, you welcomed it, kissing him back with equal urgency. Your mind was swimming, Jungkook's fingers slipping out of you to rub against your clit as his tongue brushed against the expanse of your neck, sucking harshly.

Yoongi got off of you for a moment, tugging at the hem of your shirt. "Off," he said simply, his voice gruff and raspy already.

You didn't hesitate, unwrapping Jungkook's arms from around you to pull the shirt off. You unclasp your bra for extra measure, feeling both of their lustful gazes ravish over you in nothing but a skirt.

Yoongi makes the first move, his hands fondling at your breasts as he sucks against the side of your neck, as though trying to conceal the forming bruises with his own, a sign of his own possessiveness that you hadn't seen from anyone other than Jeon.

Jungkook smirks at Yoongi from behind you. "Don't seem to be in such a bad mood anymore, do you?" he questioned.

Yoongi grunted in response, annoyed by the younger. "I can share for one night, dickhead."

Jungkook's fingers dip back down to your pussy, petting at the folds before sinking the two digits knuckle deep once again. "She's gotten even wetter since you walked in. She's dripping all over my hand like a slut."

"Must be excited to have two cocks at once," Yoongi grunts, his blunt nails digging into your breasts with a firm squeeze.

Your mind spins. The two of them seemed to work so well together, feeding off of each other in a comfortable manner, their words and movements like clockwork as they orchestrated with each other. You wondered how this was, and you remembered something Jeon had said but a little while before you two even started hooking up.

You tried to prevent the flaring of your cheeks- unwilling to admit to yourself that your small attraction to Yoongi had led to racy thoughts that had nothing to do with radio mixes or CDs. But you weren't going to let an asshole like Jungkook get to you. "Even if he did, he'd probably to better than your lame excuse of a dick."

"Really?" He quirked a brow, and you knew instantly that you said the wrong thing. "Because I can assure you that isn't exactly the case. Yoongi and I had this friend, and she wanted to spend some time with us- Yoongi's alright, I suppose, but I'm-"

"Knock it off kid, no one wants to hear about how the two of you spit roasted Kyulkyung," Hoseok said, grabbing onto the collar of Jungkook's shirt and yanking back, an annoyed look on his face. Everyone here was way too used to Jungkook trying to get under your skin- it had become quite the norm.

Jungkook shrugged, that annoying smirk remaining as he looked to the elder. "What? I'm just trying to help Y/N. Lord knows she'll need some good masturbation material when she fails to get laid tonight."

It clicked. No wonder Yoongi didn't show much reaction. It probably wasn't the first time he walked in on Jungkook with another girl and was invited to join in. And it was also no wonder he knew how to use such a filthy mouth, seeing as he was spit roasting girls with Jeon.

Yoongi's tongue slipped into your mouth, and the wet muscles twirled around one another, moving at a rhythm only you two knew.

Jungkook hissed. "She's clenching down so hard on my fingers, Yoongs."

Yoongi hummed, removing his forceful lips from your own to allow you to breathe. His hands remove themselves from your breasts to grab at your face, one squeezing your chin tightly. "Seems like we've got a greedy one this time, then, hm?" Yoongi hummed, amusement lacing his voice.

Your cheeks flushed at his words, and you clenched down harder on Jungkook, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he moved his fingers inside you more, loving the way you instinctively squeezed around the digits.

"Y'know, she wouldn't stop teasing me about how you gave better head," Jungkook mentioned casually, admiring how rosy your cheeks turned. "I begged to differ- but maybe it was because I didn't see it in person. Care to demonstrate?"

Yoongi smirks at you, tilting your chin up so that you had no other choice than to stare him in the eye. "Awe, you said that I gave you good head? Better than Jeon, baby?" Yoongi cooes. You shift your gaze to the floor, but he redirects your head. "I asked you a question, answer."

Jungkook's hand slides out of you, and both turn to squeeze your hips hard enough you think they'll bruise. "He asked you a question, babygirl. Yoongi's got a short fuse sometimes."

You're one to talk, you think to yourself. You don't dare to say it aloud, however, knowing full and well you'll bend to their every whim and wish. "Yes," you say clearly.

Yoongi gives your cheek a light pat, giving you a grin of satisfaction. "Cute."

Jungkook tsked as Yoongi starts pulling your skirt off and draping it down your legs. "Don't get cocky, now."

"Apparently you don't give her good enough head- I feel like I have every right to be cocky," Yoongi bites back, descending down your body. He tugs you closer to the edge of the bed, and he kneels on the floor. Your legs are on the edge of the bed, and Jungkook scoots behind you, supporting you as you lean against his chest. Yoongi spreads your legs further, having them lay flat against the bed, your naked cunt exposed to him, glistening with your juices.

"Why don't you teach me, then?" Jungkook suggests, his voice a quiet hum. "I want to see how she squirms for you."

"I'll have her fucking my tongue in no time," Yoongi grunts, his hands digging into your thighs, red marks already beginning to form. He licks a stripe along your slit, tongue gathering fluids from between your folds as it drags up to the sensitive clit, adding a small twirl for finesse to have you shiver.

"Shit," you say, biting your lower up at the sensation, Yoongi attaching his lips to your cunt now, sucking nimbly as he warms you up with his tongue. The blood rushes down, the heat making you feel as if you were in a sweltering room.

Yoongi stares up at you as he stares up into your eyes, his tongue lapping at your folds, dark and piercing, studying you carefully. You felt as though the tension was too much, and quickly turn away, squirming as he sucks harshly at your clit. Jungkook doesn't tolerate any of it, however, grabbing onto the back of your head, gathering a thick chunk of hair before forcing you to look down at Yoongi. "Watch him fuck you with his tongue," Jungkook says, his voice a deep growl as he rasps in your ear. "I want you to see how he properly eats out a slut."

You curse quietly under your breath, your eyes trained on Yoongi, and you feel him smile against you before traveling lower again, not wanting you to reach your release so quickly. His tongue laps at your entrance, the copious amount of fluids covering his taste buds. Lewd sounds fill the room, and there's not much you can do to conceal your moans.

Soon he's tracing two fingers around your entrance, sliding them in easily with absolutely no resistance, the slick covering his fingers as he crooks them up into your g-spot. You gasp aloud as he repeatedly curls his fingers in a come-hither motion, harshly sucking at your clit. You can hear each lap of his tongue against your pussy, and the sounds make you squirm against him, biting your lip as you instinctively buck into his fingers, riding his face.

"Add another finger," Jungkook suggests, staring down at your exposed cunt as well. "She's taking two cocks tonight- she'll have to be stretched out properly."

Yoongi does as Jungkook says, adding a not just a third digit, but a fourth as well, your walls squeezing around the fingers as they stretch further to accommodate him. Jungkook's right, though. You'd definitely get more than just four fingers tonight. And you were looking forward to it.

"You like the idea of having two cocks lodged in that tight cunt of yours, at the same time?" Jungkook purrs in your ear, his words dark and laced with lust. His pupils are blown out with just at just the thought. "You'll be so stretched out, babygirl. Your greedy little pussy won't get enough. A slut like you can barely be sated with one dick, hm?"

"Fuck, I want both of you inside me," you moan, your mind spinning at the thought of having both of them fucking your pussy at the same time. Not just one in your pussy and the other in your ass, but both of them stretching you out and filling you out to the brim, their cocks pressed against each other as they manage to squeeze into your convulsing walls. And once both of them came in you, you'd be so full, and copious amount of cum would be leaking down your legs and smeared over your pussy, despite how deep they spill into your womb. The image was the hottest thing you could think of.

Yoongi thrusts his fingers inside of you, his tongue swirling around your clit, milking you for all you were worth in order to get you to cum on his tongue. Your hips seemed to move on their own as you rutted your hips into his fingers and tongue, the friction of his tongue against you making your movements almost animalistic.

Suddenly Yoongi removed his mouth from your cunt, pulling back, though his fingers continued to pump into you. However, your orgasm soon began to die down, only at that teasing amount of pressure that had you yearning for more. "You don't get to cum until we say you can," Yoongi says gruffly, dark eyes glazing over you.

You bit your lower lip, eyes pleading. "Yoongi, please?"

Yoongi looks up to Jungkook, their eyes locking.

You turn to Jungkook, craning your neck. "Jungkook, please, c'mon!" You weren't used to being teased like this. The last time Jungkook did it to you, you were furious.

Jungkook shrugged, a smile plastered over his face, however, to see you begging. "Yoongi's rules, not mine."

"Use your big girl words, baby," Yoongi suggested, a deliberate thrust with his fingers that had you arching your back against Jeon's back. "What do you want?"

"I want you to make me cum on your tongue," you blurted out, cheeks becoming flushed once again.

Yoongi grinned deviously at that. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" he says huskily, his hot breath fanning over your heat before he connects his mouth against your cunt, sucking on the clit until the rapid pace of his fingers and harsh sucks had you cumming on his face, your hips jerking in mid-air to the point that Jungkook had to pin them down.

Yoongi didn't stop, however, his tongue continuing to lap at your clit as you squirmed, cringing from the overstimulation.

"Don't stop, Yoongi," Jungkook encouraged, keeping your legs spread apart to prevent you from caging Yoongi between them. "Get her to cum again."

Yoongi obeyed, his tongue continuing to suck tenderly at your engorged clit, and you felt tears prick the corner of your eyes. You felt the pain and pleasure blossom throughout your core, and your fingers tugged at Yoongi's locks, trying to push him away, but he stayed firmly in place until you were outright sobbing, your second orgasm taking control as you shake.

You're limp in Jungkook's arms, panting as you collapse against his chuckling form. Still, you know in the back of your mind that it is far from the end of the night.

"Aren't you going to say thank you, babygirl? Yoongi worked hard," Jungkook cooed, fingers threading through your hair.

You couldn't form proper sentences, however, your lips not moving.

"He asked you to answer, baby," Yoongi says darkly, leaning over you.

Your legs slowly close, and your hazy mind struggles to think of what words you should form. You're too late, however, as Jungkook and Yoongi exchange a knowing glance. Jungkook reaches for your legs, prying them apart, spreading them once more as Yoongi's hand went down to slap your cunt.

You jolted upright, fully alert, tears at the corners of your eyes as you yelped. Yoongi looked irritated, and you remember the bit about him having a bit of a short fuse. You feel guilty for being too lazy to even respond, and now you were paying the price.

"Fuck, Yoongi, I-"

"That's not what I want to hear, baby," Yoongi tsks, his hand slapping down to your cunt, watching you jerk at the sharp pain.

He holds one of your legs in place as he repeatedly smacks your pussy, hearing your whimpers. You cry, tilting your head back onto Jungkook's shoulder as you endure the pain, but he has none of it. He grabs onto a chunk of your hair, forcing you to look down as Yoongi landed another harsh smack against your pussy. "I want you to say thank you every time he slaps your pussy, cockslut."

Yoongi landed a hard slap against your cunt, making you jerk and jolt in Jungkook's grasp, your eyes trained on how you quivered at Yoongi's sharp blow. "Thank you," you whimper quietly.

Yoongi smacked your pussy once again. "Louder," he commanded.

"Thank you!" you speak clearly, voice daring to go to a rather normal level of volume. Yoongi doesn't seem satisfied, however, another blow following, as though he was intent on making you scream. Your lips quivered, and Jungkook's fist squeezed tighter, tugging at your scalp as your eyes stung. "Thank you!" you say, your voice shaky as you yelled it.

Yoongi patted against your cunt, fingers brushing through your folds as he leaned in, tongue messily moving with your own. "Good girl," he purred. "I think it's time you get fucked, isn't that right?"

Your watery eyes lock with his gaze, and you nod. Jungkook let's go of you, scooting back as he drags you back towards the center of the bed. Yoongi follows, quirking a brow to Jungkook. "You fuck her first- make her fucking cry," he suggests.

Jungkook grins at that, dragging his pants down his legs along with his briefs. He pulls you closer into his lap, spreading his legs as he lifts you to sit on his erect cock. "Gladly," he says to Yoongi. "Sit on my cock, Y/N. I want you to face Yoongi while I fuck you."

You're obedient, like putty in his hands as you lift your hips, reaching behind you to grab his dick, aligning it with your entrance before sinking down onto it. You let out a hiss, and Jungkook wraps his arms around you, jerking his hips up to buck into you, deep thrusts.

You gasp aloud, Jungkook's grip firm to make sure you don't fall off as he aggressively rams into you, hitting so deep to the point there's a hint of pain along with the pleasure. You struggle to stay upright as he bottoms out into you each time, his dick appearing and disappearing with each thrust. Your tits bounce wildly, and Yoongi's eyes glaze over your wrecked form with pure lust.

"Toy with yourself, baby," Yoongi suggests. "I want to see you fuck yourself on his dick."

You don't hesitate, your hands kneading at your breasts, the pebbled nipples pressing into your palms as you rubbed them against your hands, pinching and toying with them as you stared Yoongi in the eye. You bite your lip, preventing moans, though low grunts still emit from your mouth.

Jungkook reaches forward, lodging three fingers inside of your pussy to stretch you out further as he thrusts into you. "Still so tight. We'll barely be able to fit our cocks in you, babygirl," Jungkook grunts, the squelching sounds filling the room. "Don't worry; we'll make it fit."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you're panting, brows furrowing as you focus on the pleasure at hand. The heel of Jungkook's palm digs into your clit, and you're not able to do much more than let out a silent scream as he continues to abuse your body, still fucking himself into your pussy.

Your face contorts, legs beginning to wobble. "I don't think I can cum again, Jungkook, please."

"You're gonna be cumming on our cocks a lot more than this, baby," Yoongi cooed, glancing to Jungkook, which made the other man dig his palm harder against your clit, making you crumble against him. "Have to make sure you're properly fucked out, don't we?"

"Mmf," you grunt, biting onto your lip as you tilt your head back, trying not to cum again, not sure how much more you could take so quickly.

"Shit, I don't want to cum inside her just yet," Jungkook says, slowing down until he was still inside of you. He unwrapped his arms from around you, lifting you off of him. You let out a breath of relief, absolutely relieved and grateful, panting with a mind at ease until his next sentence. "Yoongs, you haven't hooked up with anyone since we spit roasted Kyulkyung, have you? I mean, last time I checked."

Yoongi furrowed his brows. "What? I haven't hooked up with anyone since then- I mean, other than Y/N."

Jungkook let out a breath of relief, looking to you. "He and I got tested afterward and came out clean. And if what he says is true, he's still clean."

"Where are you going with this?" Yoongi deadpanned. "Of course I'm clean."

Jungkook grinned, smacking your ass cheekily. "Fuck her pussy. I'll fuck her mouth in a bit."

You look back to Yoongi. "I thought you didn't want to have sex, Yoongi?"

Yoongi's eyes are dark, and he steps forward, grabbing you by the hips roughly, jerking you towards him as you fall on all fours. He raises your hips, your ass in the air as he smacks his hand against your ass, squeezing your cheek as he did so, the blunt fingernails digging into your skin to shut you up. "I changed my mind," he grunted.

"You haven't fucked her, yet?" Jungkook asked, confused, the information new to him. It morphs into a cocky grin, however. "You're missing out, Yoongs. Tightest, wettest pussy I've ever fucked. Keeps me coming back for more."

Yoongi only grunts in response, and you hear him taking off his pants. Soon enough the blunt heat is pressing against your entrance, and he's sinking into you. He bottoms out with a rough jerk, trying to press himself as deep as possible into your womb. You groan at the feeling, but he doesn't give you time to adjust, bucking his hips against you. His fingers dig into your cheeks, spreading them apart so that he can watch as his cock appears and disappears inside of you. Your slick juices cover his shaft, and it glistens in the light before he plunges himself back into you.

Jungkook squeezes the base of his cock, which is an angry shade of red, and soon enough he's grabbing your hair again, your head previously pressed firmly into the mattress to suppress your moans. He grabs at your chin, forcing your mouth open as he lodges his cock into your mouth. "Suck," he commands as you straighten yourself up. You obey, letting your tongue twirl around the head before he sinks lower, bottoming out into your throat. Your eyes water at the intrusion, and you screw them shut, your nose buried in his pubic hair.

Jungkook's hand wraps around your throat, preventing you from getting any air without his consent. He grunts, dragging his cock out before slamming his hips into your face once again, and he can feel the way his dick plunges into your throat, the walls contracting around the girth as you struggle to take him in as Yoongi continues to pound into you.

"She's taking our dicks like a champ," Jungkook chuckles, his other hand lodged in your hair as his mischevious eyes lock with your watery ones, and he sinks you as far down onto his cock until your nose is squished against his pelvic bone.

"Guess the whore likes getting spit roasted- she's still so wet," Yoongi grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic.

"Put your thumb in her ass and rub her clit. She'll cum hard within five minutes," Jungkook suggests, jerking his hips back before hitting the back of your throat again, all of the breath knocked out of you once again.

Yoongi spreads your cheeks further, spitting on the muscled rim before plunging his thumb inside. Your eyes seem to roll back at the feeling of having both holes filled, and it doesn't help when his fingers expertly pinch at your clit, toying with you as you continued to clench and clamp down on his dick.

"Shit, she's squeezing around me like a fucking vice," Yoongi hisses, rubbing you faster.

Jungkook chuckles in response, "She'll try to milk you for all you're worth. Cockslut is so greedy for cum- isn't that right?" He pulls out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting the head of his dick to your lips briefly before breaking off. He stops squeezing your throat, and you cough and sputter for air.

"Yes," you manage to gasp out, your voice raspy already. "I want to be filled up- please."

"Hear that?" Jungkook laughs mockingly. "She wants to be our personal cum dumpster. Pathetic, isn't it?"

"Careful what you wish for, baby," Yoongi responds, a harsh thrust that has you knocked over so far that your head bucks into Jungkook's abs, pressing against it firmly.

"Fuck, I'm cum-" You're unable to say much more, tears streaming down your face as Yoongi rubs your clit harder, and you're shaking. You feel yourself squirt all over the sheets, Yoongi's rapidly moving fingers now getting soaked in your cum as you thoroughly soaked them.

"Shit, I didn't know she was a squirter," Yoongi hisses, biting his lip as he sees you shake beneath him like a leaf.

Jungkook grins. "She does it a lot. She can't get enough. Don't worry, though, I'm sure we can make her do it again before the end of the night."

"Fuck yes. Such a messy girl," Yoongi smirks, stilling his fingers finally.

"Pull out, Yoongs. I think it's about time both of us take her," Jungkook suggests, licking his chapped lips.

Yoongi's thumb leaves your ass and he pulls out of you. You whine at the feeling of being empty, but Yoongi lays down, patting his thigh for you to hop back on. You're more eager than you'd care to admit, sinking down on him. He lays flat on the mattress, hissing as you sink back down onto him. He grabs your face once he bottoms out into you, and he brings your head down, crashing your lips against his in a passionate and heated kiss. He bucks his hips up into you at a steady pace, your tongues pressing together, your face kept in his grip, your chests pressed against each other in a sense of intimacy.

Based on your relationship with Yoongi so far, this was how you would've assumed your first time with him would've been. It would've been close, intimate. Probably not as wild and rough as Jungkook was, but not vanilla. You were it'd have the two of you rocking against each other, hips moving in a languid motion, staring into each other's eyes as corny as it seemed, with his arms caging you into an embrace that kept your chests pressed against each other.

It wasn't until you feel rough hands spread your cheeks apart that you're yanked back into the reality that your first time with Yoongi was far from what you originally thought it'd be. But you couldn't deny the fact that the experience was probably already ten times better.

Yoongi's hips slow their pace, stilling inside of you as Jungkook spits on the part where your and Yoongi's bodies connect. Your juices are still covering Yoongi's length, and dripping down your own thighs still. Jungkook's blunt head rubs against the slick surrounding your entrance, and soon enough he's pushing into you, inch by inch. You gasp, grasping onto Yoongi as he keeps you caged against his chest. You feel yourself stretch to accommodate Jungkook's length, and before you realize it his legs spread further as he mounts you, bottoming out.

"I told you this slut could take two cocks at once," Jungkook grunts, though his typically seductive voice is shaky. "Fuck, so tight. Your slutty pussy is just sucking me in, babygirl."

"Oh my God," Yoongi says, sweat dribbling down his temples, and it's clear that he is trying hard to concentrate and control himself. "Shit, fuck, it's..." He trails off, unable to properly describe what he's trying to say.

"Are you ok, babygirl?" Jungkook questions.

You nod, biting your lip, concentrating on the pleasurable stretch of having two cocks in your pussy at one time. "Move, please."

As though on cue, both men begin to buck their hips, their thrusts sloppy and restricted, though the stretch was pleasurable. The way they bucked into you had you moaning the entire time, and you absolutely loved the feeling of being filled. Slowly, though they didn't have much room for movements, both men were pumping themselves into you, and you tried to prevent yourself from clenching down on them with your vice-like grip.

"Mmf, such a good little slut for me," Yoongi groans, shoving his tongue down your throat as he grips your thighs, spreading them as far as they could go as he pumped himself into you.

Jungkook grunted in response, making you shake like a leaf as he presses his thumb against the puckered rim, slipping it in once again to add to the sensation. He slowly pumped it into you as he growled at Yoongi. "Funny you say that when she's got another man's cock in her pussy."

Yoongi rolled his eyes in response, delivering a brutal thrust into you. His hands stop gripping your thighs, managing to squirm between your two bodies, rubbing at your clit. "I'm close, baby, come on."

"Fuck," you say, the feeling of being so full practically unbelievable.

"Make sure all of her holes are filled," Jungkook retaliated as you clamped down on both of their cocks, Yoongi's friction against your clit causing you to squirm as they continued to thrust into you. Jungkook's free hand reached forward, thrusting four fingers into your mouth, some of the drool slipping down beside Yoongi's head and onto the bedsheets as you gagged around the thick digits. "A good cockslut puts every hole to good use."

"Fucking shit-" Yoongi said, his thrusts getting sloppier. "I'm gonna cum."

Your moan was suppressed, Jungkook's fingers devouring every little whimper as he continued to ram into you, but you couldn't miss the sensation of Yoongi flooding your pussy, the hot ropes of cum coating your walls, hitting deep where the head was buried deep into your womb, letting the cum cover both of the cocks that were bottomed out inside of you. Jungkook definitely seemed to be affected by the sensation as well, muttering curses and instinctively thrusting hard, his hip bones burying and bruising into your ass as he buried himself as deep as possible into your filled womb.

"Fuck, you filled her up so good. I can feel how much cum there is," Jungkook grunts, beginning to ram into you again, his movements unrestricted now and quick, Yoongi's cum acting as a sloppy form of lube as he was able to move even more freely inside of you. From the pace of Jungkook drilling into you, you could feel your juices and Yoongi's cum dribbling out of your entrance, dripping down your swollen lips, the hot liquid making you shiver at the sensation.

"Rub her clit, make her cum on our cocks," Jungkook growls, his voice low as he has to bite down onto your shoulder. You feel his dick twitch against Yoongi's softening one, and you know he's close. Yoongi picks back up the pace, his nimble fingers furiously rubbing against you to reawaken your high. You couldn't even count how much you had cum so far today, and you let out a silent scream, though it's concealed from Jungkook's fingers. You feel yourself spasm and shake, weak and numb as Jungkook rams into you senselessly. He grips your jaw tight, fingers flat against your tongue as he buries himself impossibly deep into you, at last, his dick against your cervix. You feel it twitch inside you before he erupts, cumming inside of you. You don't know if it's because of Yoongi's cum already being inside of you, but there's so much cum, you feel yourself overflowing.

Jungkook pants, pulling out of you, and Yoongi follows suit. You roll over on your back, chest heaving, cum already dripping out of you, the white drops of semen splattered along your folds, while a small stream of white cum drips down your cheeks to spill onto the sheets.

"You've stained my sheets, babygirl," Jungkook chuckled, dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. "I'm gonna have to clean up that slutty pussy of yours."

"Jungkook, I'm too sensitive," you protest, but Jungkook pays no heed, blowing cold air on your clit to make you shiver.

"You don't want to be a mess, do you? Someone's got to clean up our precious little cum dumpster," Jungkook mumbles before licking a stripe of cum from along your folds. You see the white liquid lay on his tongue before he swallows it, licking his lips afterward. You shuddered from the sensation, and Jungkook turns to Yoongi. "Hey Yoongs, want to help me clean her up?"

"Sure," Yoongi says, grabbing one of your legs to spread them apart, laying it flat against the mattress. Jungkook does the same, your glistening and sloppy cunt before them. Both of them turn to devour your heat, their heads buried between your legs. Yoongi focuses on your clit and folds, while Jungkook laps more so at your entrance, devouring the copious amount of cum you squeezed out as your walls convulsed and squirmed under Yoongi's ministrations against your throbbing clit. The engorged nub has endured so much abuse during this whole ordeal, and your tears haven't even dried yet, being repainted to stain your skin.

Jungkook's lips popped off of you with a lewd pop, and he plunges two fingers into your entrance, more of the cum and juices spilling out for him to eat. It isn't until he licks every drop that he finishes, and Yoongi puts an end to your torture.

Jungkook grins to you, seeing how wrecked you were. He grabs at your chin, and you're limp under his hold, having no further strength. "Look how wrecked she is," he cooed, glancing to Yoongi. "I think she's been properly fucked out, don't you?"

Yoongi licks his lips, sitting down next to you. He nips at your earlobe and hums in agreement. Jungkook holds your mouth open, spitting on your tongue before crashing his lips messily to yours. He pries his lips off of yours, and Yoongi tilts your chin so that you face him, and he does the same, crashing his lips against yours.

You're tired and aching, and the two men take mercy on you, chuckling to themselves as they call an end to your delicious torture.

-

The party is in full swing, and you're in a tight dress that Lisa had somehow squeezed you into. You were dancing with Xiyeon and Lisa- the latter celebrating the fact she had just gone on her second date with the now famous Jin, something you and Xiyeon were equally ecstatic about.

You didn't have a drink the whole night, but Lisa had been pounding shot after shot. Xiyeon was practically babysitting her at this point, having had only one beer so far.

You spot Hoseok in the corner of the room. He must've just gotten back from visiting his sister. He's staring in your direction. More specifically, Lisa's.

"I'm gonna get a drink!" You shout to the girls.

"Stay safe, baby!" Lisa crows, laughing hysterically.

You squeeze past the crowd, walking towards Hoseok. He doesn't notice that you're walking to him, his gaze focused still on Lisa. When Hoseok finally sees you, he seems startled.

"Please don't tell me that you're gonna lunge after me again," Hoseok begs, though his voice is laced with genuine fear.

You wave him off. "I'm over it. So is Lisa, for that matter. I'm not gonna lunge at you."

Hoseok sighed. "Yeah, heard a bit about that."

"Jealous?" you ask, quirking a brow. You were only curious.

He shakes his head. "I was her friend before I was her lover. I want her happiness first. If he gives her the happiness I failed to, then I'm content."

You're momentarily stunned at that moment. "That's really mature of you, Hobi."

Hoseok grins, placing his palm on the top of your head, ruffling your locks. "I can be at times. When I feel like it."

"Well, I'm gonna get a drink. See you later?" you ask. He gives you a nod, and you turn, only to bump into someone.

Dahyun spills a bit of her beer on the floor, and you curse, apologizing.

"Oh, fuck, I didn't mean to bump into you-" You begin.

"Wait- you're the girl from the date I had with Jungkook," Dahyun recalls.

You freeze. "Oh, uh, yeah. I am."

"God, that day was absolutely horrible," Dahyun mutters. "Which is absolutely ridiculous, considering the fact that after giving up on pursuing him, he asks me out, and then blows over the entire date!"

You furrow your brows. "What do you mean? Was the date bad?"

"Don't get me started," she says, rolling her eyes. "The entire film he's not even paying attention. He's all irritated and doesn't pay attention to me- and suddenly in the middle of it he gets up and leaves. Ten minutes later he's back and pissed and drives me home. I didn't even get to finish the movie. And I shaved my legs and everything."

You're stunned at that. "I'm sorry to hear that." Did Jungkook run after you and Yoongi when you bolted from the theater?

"Yeah. It's whatever, though, I suppose," Dahyun sighs.

"I should, um, go," you say, quickly leaving. Your mind is muddled, and you think to what she had just said. You scurry towards your two friends, Xiyeon dragging a rambunctious Lisa to the couch.

"What's up with you? Where'd you head?" Xiyeon questioned, glancing over your figure.

"Do you remember that girl I told you that Jungkook went on a date with? When I ran into him while I was with Yoongi?" you question, the words tumbling from your lips.

"Dasha?" Lisa asked.

"Dahyun," you corrected. "I just ran into her."

"Did you sock her in the nose?" Lisa burst out, bawling her hands into fists as she squinted, throwing a few sucker punches in the air playfully.

"Why would I do that?" you ask.

"You seemed to hate her a lot. Though that probably would've been because you were jealous of her," Xiyeon shrugged.

"Why would I be jealous of her going out with Jungkook?" you scoffed.

Xiyeon's eyes locked with yours. "Who said anything about Jungkook?"

She had you there. You feel yourself freeze, and Lisa cackles, pinching your cheek playfully. "C'mon, you can't deny it anymore, it's written on your face! You totally like Jeon- you're even blushing!"

"You are kind of obvious, Y/N," Xiyeon admits. "You get jealous of other girls over him, you're way more fond of him, you let yourself get a lot closer... You're just scared because it's the closest thing you've had to anything stable since your ex. The one you told me about who left?"

You gnaw your inner cheek. Did you really like Jungkook? Was what they were saying true? You thought back to how words stung when Jungkook said something, or how it'd flutter the next. You had such intense reactions to whatever he did, and somehow you always came running back for more.

There really was only one conclusion you could come to.

"Let's say I do like Jungkook," you test, refusing to meet their eye despite the way they grinned towards one another. "What would I even do? We're just having casual sex, this would ruin it. He doesn't even do relationships."

"C'mon, Jeon totally has it bad for you! If he'd make an exception for anyone, it'd most likely be you," Lisa gushed, squealing with excitement. "You've got to go for it!"

"It could ruin things," you say.

"I thought that too with Hobi. It gnawed at my insides. You don't want to carry that burden of keeping a secret. He'd deserve to know anyway, and it wouldn't be fair to him if you weren't honest. You have to try, otherwise you may regret not doing it sooner," Lisa said softly.

"She might be drunk, but she's right," Xiyeon nods. "Just look at what happened to Lisa. If you think you can endure that suffering, go ahead. But it might seem a bit hypocritical, seeing as how you reacted to her situation."

Xiyeon had a good point.

You let out a breath, making up your mind. "Ok. I'll do it."

Lisa's eyes lit up. "Really?!"

You nodded. "Someone get me a shot before I change my mind. I can't do this without a little alcohol in my system."

Xiyeon scurries away to get the shot, and Lisa throws her arms around you to pull you into a tight hug. "I'm so proud of you, Y/N," she says, lips trembling. "You're learning from my mistakes."

"Yeah," you say, nodding, praying to yourself you wouldn't become another Lisa. Xiyeon comes back, handing you a shot glass, which you down in one. It tastes like utter shit, and your lips sting, but it was most definitely worth it. You look around, trying to see if you could find the pink haired man anywhere.

"Over there!" Lisa points, Jungkook entering the room, beer in hand.

You feel so scared. You could feel your heart beating in your throat, the pounding in your ears. Your vision got blurry and your fingers were shaky, but you made a beeline towards him. Bravery wasn't marching towards something without an ounce of fear- it was going face to face with something you were deathly afraid of.

You didn't feel so brave, however, when you stepped before him.

"Hi," you manage to croak out, licking your lip, cursing at how off your voice sounds already.

Jungkook raises a brow, smiling to you. "Hey, Y/N- I was just looking for you. Would you like to... I dunno, hang out upstairs?"

You understand his proposal for hooking up but shake it away. "Actually, we need to talk."

Jungkook's face falls with one of concern, his mind flitting to worst case scenarios. "Uh oh. Is it bad?"

"No- well, depends- wait, I mean no," you clarify, jittery. "I'm not going to call off what we've got going on if that's what you're thinking."

Jungkook lets out a breath of relief. "Oh, thank God."

"Yeah..." you nervously chuckle. You feel a lump in your throat, and attempt to swallow it down. "The thing is, I need to tell you something."

"Go ahead. Shoot," Jungkook says nonchalantly.

You suck in a deep breath. You feel as though you're sweating from every pore in your body. Was the room spinning? It felt like it was spinning. You never felt this vulnerable or out of control in a long, long time.

"I'm just going to go right out and say it before I lose my nerve- Jeon, I like you. A lot. I know it's weird and it's not what we agreed on and it conflicts with everything but... it happened. And as much as I tried to push it down and ignore it and distract myself, I always found myself running back to you. Despite the fact that you can be cocky, or obnoxious, or unpredictable- you're so much more as well. You're considerate, passionate, complex- and I want each and every part of that. Of you. I think I've wanted that for a long time now."

Jungkook is still, soaking in your words. "Are you drunk?" he quietly asks.

Not the response you were looking for. You shake your head. "I only took one shot the entire night. I'm completely sober."

Jungkook sucks in a breath. "Ah, ok. I..."

You bite your lower lip nervously, gnawing at it. "You...?"

"I'm sorry."

You felt your blood run cold and you wanted nothing more than to turn back the hands of time.

"I think we should end this."

You feel your heart plummet to your stomach, and it's as though someone tied weights to your arms, dragging you down to the floor. A cloud hung over your head, and you were paralyzed and helpless, only staring him in the eye.

He avoided your gaze. "This... this can't continue. It won't work out. You and I could never work out. You and I... that's something we can never be. Friends maybe. It was nice being friends with you. But... I'm sorry."

There's a pause of silence between the two of you the air tense.

You feel tears brimming your eyes, and your vision is blurry. The last thing you want was for him to watch you cry. You manage to choke on your tears, trying to contain them, though your throat swells despite your efforts. "Yeah, sure. We can stay friends." Neither of you missed how your voice cracks.

Jungkook gives you a sympathetic look, reaching out for you. "Y/N-"

Your lips tremble. The way he says your name- without a tone of teasing or familiarity- instead it sounds as though it's clipped like he was calling out for a stranger. "I should go." Your rush words are curt and broken, strained as you tried to choke them out clearly enough for him to even be able to decipher what you were trying to push out.

His fingers grip onto your shoulder, and you both tense. You freeze, eyes glassy as you look back to him, slowly gripping onto his fingers, knowing it could very well be the last time you did so. Your hand trembles as you slowly push his hand away, and he gulps, staring at the movement until it slips off. He lets it hang loose, danging by his side.

He doesn't know what to say, you know that. But at the same time, he's said all he needs to. You got the message- and there was no way for you to misinterpret it.

"I'm so sorry," he says one last time, his voice barely above a whisper.

You don't respond, moving away as quickly as you could. Tears slipped down your cheeks, and there is no doubt in your mind that there are black streaks on your face from your mascara. You quickly swipe them away, knowing full and well there would be gawking. Seeing you cry of all people. Some would probably pat Jungkook on the back for finally breaking the Ice Queen.

You thought back to everything that had happened between the two of you, memories swimming in your head. How he kissed you tenderly when he saw you arriving to help him with the coolers, to how he made a point to sit next to you to whisper jokes under his breath, only for you to roll your eyes. How he slept next to you, only keeping you company and comforting you when you ran into the two people who contributed the most to who you were today.  To how he softly asked if you would go public with him, to how he ran after you when you ditched the movie. You could still feel his arms cradling you when you were sobbing in the cafe, having told Taehyung to leave, and Jungkook asking no questions to simply hold your shaking form. More tears slipped down your cheeks when you remembered being in the bathtub with him, his words cheeky and annoying as always. How he introduced you to his parents, believing you were so different- the good different. When he joked with your niece and gave you a ticket to- God, it was too much. You couldn't handle it. You misread all of it- and you were the one left to be the fool from how you misinterpreted every little gesture to mean something far more.

But you were wrong. Jungkook didn't like you. He never would. And maybe it was because he didn't date- but that didn't line up. He went on a date with Dahyun, didn't he? What did she have that you didn't?

Maybe that was it.

There was something wrong with you. It made sense- especially looking back on your history with Taehyung.

Jungkook saw the same thing Taehyung did.

You weren't good enough.

You bolt to your friends as quickly as you could, their blurred forms clearing once the tears fell down your cheeks. They don't see how wrecked you are yet, naturally assuming that it went fine. Lisa grinned. "How'd it go-"

You slam into her and Xiyeon, wrapping your arms around them so they'd support you, sobbing into their shoulders. They knew within a second exactly what had happened, and their expressions fell as quickly as yours.

Lisa pried your arms off of her, wrenching them aside. Her glazed eyes showed fury, and she was seething. "How dare he make you cry!"

Xiyeon looks to her with worry and concern. "Lisa, don't-"

It was too late, Lisa marching out into the crowd you and Xiyeon followed in horror as you struggled to keep up, squeezing through the crowd to walk in on Lisa chewing Jungkook out.

"-you don't deserve her anyway. Aha too good for you, yet you broke her heart. Why did you lead her on, huh? Why'd you pretend you liked her? So jealous and possessive, ignoring your own dates for her, acting sweet or introducing her to your parents? You can't even sort out your own shit, Jeon. How fucking-"

"Lisa!" Xiyeon snapped, reaching forward to yank on the girl's ear. Lisa was dragged away quickly, though she tried to pry herself from Xiyeon's right grip to yell at Jungkook some more. You know you should go along with them to go home, perhaps give yourself a good cry until you were able to fall asleep. Instead, you were numb, staring at Jungkook, your cheeks wet and your lips trembling.

"I'll leave you alone now," you said quietly, eyes downcast. "I'm sorry I wasn't good enough. I guess I never will be."

Jungkook opened his mouth to say something, but you were already gone.

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[ptw30]

Regarding that post of "my friend told me dw is mad about the large female audience" whether that's true or not, what option do you think would be best for DW to take in this position? making another reboot where the messages and writing this audience hated so much can finally be fixed? so they can relaunch their merch and target it more towards women? Or maybe making this reboot more appealing to men and succed with their "boy toys" and "boy property"? (1/4)

Though i just see this last one failing miserably, they already tried it once and it didn’t work. I might be young (and correct me if i’m wrong) but fandom culture seems pretty female dominated to me? Like even people outside of the binary gender (a minority group in the current society) seem to overtake the few men who engaged in the fandoms I’ve been before. (2/4) 

It might be cause I only get into cartoon fandoms and that doesn’t appeal to adult men as much as it does to adult women, it might be cause of the misogynistic “ew! a crazy fangirl” view, probably fandoms are safe places for oppressed groups or they simply have different interests than mine. (¾)

I’m sure there’re more factors at play but whatever it is, DW is just wasting their time trying to appeal to a small part of their audience when they already had this large group (which is pretty diverse in gender and orientation) and they could win us back if they try. This shouldn’t be looked as a disappointment but more like an opportunity (um wtf DW??) But how do you think they should take that step? (srry for the rant, got some strong feelings about this) 

First, can I interest you in a cookie? Maybe get your mind off me writing an entire marketing plan for DreamWorks? 

Before we go into “boys property” - we need to note that brands don’t focus one target market.

When I headed four brands, each brand had primary, secondary, and even tertiary markets. For our main brand, we had six target segments, three primary. Did we care about the others? Yeah, but we didn’t highlight them half as much in marketing campaigns or collateral. 

That means that most likely, Voltron wasn’t a “boys” franchise, so much as one of the target markets DreamWorks wanted to hit were boys, ages 7 to 15. Their secondary market was probably older males who had seen the original series, and either a secondary or tertiary market was older female viewers who also watched DotU.

I need to note - I used to wear Voltron shirts all the time. When I wore VLD shirts, I heard from girls, generally 18-30. Almost all had a favorite character and knew the next season drop date.

When I wore DotU shirts, I heard from guys. When I asked the men, “Hey, do you like the new show?” every single one told me they’d never heard of it.

Now, fandom, as a whole, DreamWorks probably doesn’t care about. No, really. Fandom can make their fanart, celebrate the story, whatever floats their boat; DreamWorks doesn’t care. 

What DreamWorks cares about is sales. (They don’t even care about viewership if they’re distributing through Netflix because Netflix releases no numbers. All DW cares about is that Netflix orders more episodes.)

So are the toys selling? No. Then that’s not working. Are the shirts selling? Yeah? Oh, maybe we need to focus there. Who is buying the shirts?

But it’s actually hard to say for sure what’s working when all we know for sure is what’s not working. We can assume by the sudden increase in T-shirt stock on Hot Topic, especially those in women sizes, that these shirts are selling. We can also assume from Amazon having every single shirt in every single style - men, women, and children - that those shirts are selling. 

I can also tell you from my sister and mom’s holiday shopping experience that Hot Topic says they cannot keep VLD merchandise on the shelf. I’m not sure if that’s factual or just the ramblings of an overzealous seller. 

My point is - from the data we can see, we can assume that women are the majority viewership and it’s women with disposal income, 18-40, or so.

(I also want to note, I actually like the cut of a men’s shirts better.)

However, we don’t know that Voltron isn’t engaging with young male viewers, just that young male viewers seemingly aren’t buying merchandise. And as someone with at least seven different toys from VLD - I can tell you women are. 

So what does that mean for DreamWorks? 

There are a few factors that will determine what DreamWorks will do or has decided to do going forward. Most likely, they are going to want a variety of series, each one with a focused set of primary markets. So whether any new Voltron series will want to hit the “boys market” depends on if any other show in DreamWorks’ hopper is set to hit the boys’ market. I’m sure currently 3Below and potentially Fast & Furious are the supposed to hit those markets, so if they’re looking to making money on toy sales - well, F&F probably has the most potential. 

However, as @nomadicism can tell you in more detail, the toy market is effectively broken, and Voltron did suffer from distribution issues. (The videos from last year’s Toy Fair confirm this.) So I would need to see DreamWorks’ toy sales to know for sure if that’s even something worth pursuing. 

Ignoring that for just a moment - recent thought leadership in marketing is looking at agile delivery methods and strategies. Therefore, if DreamWorks stumbled upon a lucrative target market with disposal income, then yes - they should want to milk that and they should have the infrastructure to switch target markets and merchandise - not on a dime but in an acceptable time frame. And they have.  

However, as @sol1056 wrote earlier this week - it really depend on the person - or demographic - making the decisions, which will say whether marketing and merchandising will want to focus on women as a target market, despite or because of their monetary value. 

After all, Young Justice had a large female fanbase. That was the reason Cartoon Network cancelled the show, and from what I’ve seen from the Season 3 thus far, the EPs focused hard on trying to gain that male market they originally didn’t lure the first two seasons. In doing so, they lost me, at least, as a viewer. 

Going forward - what should DreamWorks do?

Young Justice just started streaming this month, so it’s hard to say if this darker turn will affect the story going forward. It’s hard to say if the darker start can’t be changed by a fulfilling ending to the season. What I can say is - Greg Weisman said earlier this week that the show hasn’t been greenlit for a fourth season. (It’s also on DCU, which no doubt has a smaller viewership than Netflix.)

While women dominate the fandom, the question remains - are they buying? If women really are shilling out dough for VLD merchandise (*looks at her Shiro shirts*), then DreamWorks execs should take notice and decide, “This is where we should throw our lot with any sequel.”

I can’t go much into details without getting too personal, but CEOs are beginning to create strategy from social media, thanks to Millennials. (That’s not to say that letters or calls to DreamWorks aren’t weighed more heavily because they are.)  Millennials want a personalized online experience. They want to engage with media on their own terms, an experience crafted toward their preferences, and they live with a mini-computer in their hands. They live on social media, though that, too, is dominated by women. 

But CEOs see social media posts as not having a filter, and though I have serious misgivings about taking social medias as the only source of research, I’m sure DreamWorks is doing or has done professional market research. They know what products are selling, whose buying them, and what these people want to see, in order to encourage them buy more. 

It’s telling that the only shirts ever produced for VLD, especially their newest ones - 

- all have the paladins and their symbols, after supposedly the lore was discarded after Season 2. 

Ignoring that the lore might be coming back - Marketing has created only a handful of new shirts post-Season 2 with a different paladin line-up - the majority of which were Monster & Mana designs and one shirt with Allura in the split screen. 

NOTHING AGAINST ALLURA. I just mean that seemingly, either merchandising doesn’t think post-Season 2 formations won’t sell or they tested in some way and know they won’t sell. Or they aren’t even willing to try, seeing the fandom backlash from later seasons. 

But if shirts are selling - and they appear to be, by the number of styles - are those numbers or projected numbers enough to forgo a “boys’ market” and focus all efforts on a primary target market of women? 

Considering DreamWorks already made the decision to make Hyperphase Voltron a con exclusive and go from selling less than twenty shirts on HT to more than 100 items, to go from selling few shirts on Amazon to uploading new ones in April and October 2018, and January 2019 - I think the question isn’t if DW should focus on women. 

That’s why I question the anon who said that DreamWorks is contemplating what to do with their series - since DreamWorks seems to have completed market research, selected a new primary target market, and made drastic changes to merchandising in order to reach that target market - women. 

Now, DreamWorks just need to focus on expanding that market, and how do they do that?

With new content that speaks to that market, or y’know, a fix-it sequel.  

#voltron #voltron critical #answered #it's a marketing thing #othxrstar #dreamworks #vld season 8 #merchandising

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help! urgent! this is a serious cry for help, my mom has blocked basically every website on my phone including yours, i recently came out to her and she is very unsupportive. makes me dress extra fem and won’t even let me trim my hair. when i see a female with shorter hair in public i’ll always say “oo i love her hair” and my mom just says no. my dysphoria has been very bad recently and i was wondering if you had any tips to help me, but without links as i cant visit any websites including yours

Kii says:

Here are two posts from our transmasculine resources, but I linked to reblogs of them, so my personal blog is the origin site, not TTSG.

Lee says:

Since you said “i cant visit any websites including yours” it’s probably easier if I just copy the text of the posts here bc I’m assuming there’s a chance that reblogging our post to Kii’s blog might not get around the block if she’s blocked all Tumblr urls and not just our blog specifically. 

You may be able to see our blog if you go to the public library and use one of their computers, but here it is in case you can’t

We get a lot of questions asking how to get short hair, so I’ve gathered some info that may help you in your quest to chop off your long hair and finally be free!

Take baby steps:

First cut it to just below shoulder length, then after a month or two to chin length.

After a month or two of that, say it’s inconvenient because you can’t tie it back with a hairband because it’s in-between long and short and you’ve been enjoying having less hair to deal with and get a feminine “pixie cut”.

Then just progressively got it cut shorter and shorter each time you go for a haircut.

Reasons and excuses to convince your parents to let you get it cut:

Short hair is easier to maintain and take care of! If you’re disabled or mentally ill this is a real bonus to having short hair.

Other ‘girls’ you know have short hair (if you’re closeted). If any of your friends who are girls (or who your parents think are girls) have short hair, point them out to your parents.

Celebrities who are women/girls have short hair. Find pictures of the celebrities that have short hair in the style that you want and ask your parents to get that haircut.

It’s hot out in the summer and short hair would keep you cool and or/ exercising makes your head/hair gross/sweaty.

You want to try the style for the summer and “grow it back if you don’t like it” (ie pretend the summer is a trial run and if you don’t like it you can start growing it back for school).

You want to swim/do sports and short hair would keep it out of your face. You could claim short hair will make you faster under a swim cap because you won’t have the bun and the weight or that it’s hard to keep all your hair inside the cap.

It looks cute/pretty and is fashionable and you want to try a change of hairstyle.

You’re tired of dealing with having long hair as it always gets stuck to/in things.

You want to keep it out of your face/or stop it from touching your face. If you have sensory issues, you could say it’s related to that.

It’ll make your showers quicker which is good for the environment, and you’ll use less hair product and it’ll save you time getting ready in the morning.

If you have OCD or trich, you could say you want it shorter so you won’t pull at your hair as often or you think it’d help reduce the urge to pull at your hair.

You have gum/glue in your hair. Stick some gum or glue in your hair, a bit closer to the end than you want the length to be when it’s cut. Say that it was done by accident (maybe you fell asleep chewing it) and then hopefully you can get it cut or have an excuse to cut it yourself.

You could say you’re experimenting, or it’s just part of being a “Rebellious teenager” if you think they’d allow it to happen if it’s part of a so-called phase and not permanent.

You think you’d look better with short hair/you think you’d be happier and more comfortable with short hair.

Short hair will help you pass better which can be important for your mental health and physical safety, and if you change your mind you can always let it grow out again.

It doesn’t matter what kind of face you have, anyone can rock short hair. The majority of cis guys have short hair. So does that mean every single one has the same type of face? Nah! Some of them must have round faces too. Nobody says anything about having the right shape of face to them, they just get their hair cut short automatically. Sure, some haircuts may be more flattering than others, but short hair can look good on anybody.

Say you’ll pay for the haircut yourself, and you’re X years old now and your body and your hair is your own responsibility, and nobody can make choices on what you want to do with your own body for you.

“I’m growing up and I think I should be able to decide how my hair is cut and styled. I think I can handle the responsibility of making my own decisions about my appearance.

Say you want to donate your hair to an organization like Wigs for Kids or something, and they prefer longer lengths of hair to make longer hair wigs for the kids, and you’re willing to have your hair cut short for a good cause and you’ve been thinking of trying a new style anyway

Act now and ask for forgiveness later:

You could cut your hair sort of short with a pair of scissors, like I did, just a few inches longer than you’d like it to end up. If you watch YouTube tutorials on how to cut hair, it might go better. Or ask a friend for their help.

Then go to the barber shop or hair salon if it didn’t turn out satisfactory (get a ride from a friend, bike, uber, lyft, or walk) and say you usually have short hair but you didn’t get it cut for a while so you let a friend cut it on a dare and now it’s messed up so you need a trim to fix it.

You can show the barber/person cutting your hair a picture of what you want it to look like, and say it usually looks like that.

You will need to have money to pay for your haircut, so check out the How to save money post.

You also should be confident that your parents will not hurt you when they found out you’ve cut it short. But once you’ve cut it short, they can’t magically make it long again so if they won’t react dangerously, it’s worth a try if you can’t convince them.

Helpful links:

Short Haircuts and the Barber Shop

Pos and cons of cutting your hair yourself

A website you can look at hairstyles on

Look at people’s hairstyles on trans selfie blogs for ideas

Gender neutral hairstyles

Get the Perfect Haircut: How to Talk to Your Barber

How to speak hairdresser

Best haircut hairstyle tips

FTM Hairstyle Guide: Tips and Inspiration

Four Great Haircuts for Trans Masc/FTMs

Haircut anxiety

Hair tattoo designs

Anything with one side shaved like this is popular in the lgbt community

15 Best Black Man Haircuts / 27 Hairstyles For Black Men / 22 Haircuts for Black Men

Can I pass with curly hair?

@ftmh​aircuts

You can also look at people’s selfies on blogs like @brownandtrans for ideas

Here are two asks that have been answered about masculine long hair before, along with some other links:

On Being a Longhair

Caring for Men’s Long Hair

Long Hairstyles for Black Men

How To Grow Your Hair Out

It’s easier to look masculine with long hair if you’re on T, if you’re pre-T then having long hair will make it harder to pass.

5 Basic Tips for Healthy Dreadlocks

16 Terrific Long Hairstyles For Black Men

#kii says #mother m #caps #Anonymous #Lee says #transgenderteensurvivalguide #trans #transgender