#=noodle shrugs= dunno where i was going with this

[7ndipity]

"I'd make a great boyfriend!"

Jungkook x Reader

Summary: A typically chaotic evening with your best friend leads to a slightly unexpected conversation.

Warnings: swearing, a few suggestive jokes, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I don't quite know where this was going, it kinda feels like the setup for a F2L, but idk, I hope you like it anyway.

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Friday nights with Jungkook were one of your favorite things, no more stress about work or school, just you and your best friend trying to beat each other’s high scores at video games or karaoke and marathoning whatever film or shows you were both obsessed with at the moment.

Tonight was no different, you and Jungkook were three rounds into a Smash bros tournament when he slumped back on the sofa next to you after losing to you yet again.

“Agh, screw this, I’m hungry.” Jungkook whined.

“How is that my problem?” You asked.

“You distracted me and I forgot to eat.” He said, pouting at you.

“Your adhd is not my fault.” You replied, getting up anyway with a groan. “What do you want to eat?”

“Hmm,” He thought for a moment before smirking up at you. “You wanna have ramen?”

You shot him an unamused look. “If this is like when you asked me about meeting your cat, I will kick your ass.”

“I’ll just stick with the ramen then.” He replied, also getting to his feet.

Which is how you ended up in your current predicament of cooking ramen at twelve thirty at night, which wouldn’t be that bad if you didn’t have Jungkook who insisted on trying to teach you one of his ‘famous’ ramen recipes.

“This is way too many steps! I thought the whole point of ramen was that it’s easy!” You complained, watching as he chopped veggies for the soup.

“That’s cause you don’t have the creative vision I have.” He insisted, nodding to the pantry. “Can you grab one of the spicy noodle packs for me?”

“Fine.” You responded, familiar enough with his kitchen at this point that you could find them almost without looking.

When you turned back around, he had removed his hoodie, leaving him in a t-shirt that showed off his impressive collection of tattoos.

“Stop staring.” He remarked, catching your eyes on him.

“You should get a tattoo of the Buldak bird.” You suggested, poking his arm as you rejoined him at the stove.

“First of all, his name is Hochi, and secondly, no.” He responded, taking the packet from you.

“Why not? Think of the brand deal, we could get so much free ramen!” You said.

“That’s not how brand deals work. Also who is ‘we’?!” He asked, struggling to open the sauce packet.

“Well, it was my idea, so I should get a percentage of the royalties.” You explained, leaning over to help at the exact moment he finally managed to tear it open with slightly too much force, resulting in a small splatter of the bright red mix to land on your shirt.

“Kook!”

“Shit, I’m sorry!” He apologized, scrambling to clean you up. “Here, if I put it in the wash quickly, it shouldn’t stain, let me get you something else to wear.” He said, grabbing his previously discarded hoodie and offering it to you.

You thanked him and quickly ducked into the bathroom to change, tossing your sweater out the door to him before pulling the dark material of his hoodie over yourself, the fabric absolutely swamping you, the lingering scent of his cologne mildly comforting.

By the time he returned to the kitchen, you were already dividing the food out into bowls.

He paused, studying you for a moment before coming to slump against your back in what almost resembled a hug, looping his arms loosely around your middle.

“What are you doing?” You asked, bumping your elbow back against him.

“Giving you affection?” He replied, propping his chin on your shoulder.

“Eww, why?”

“I dunno, you just look cute in my clothes and I wanted to.” He shrugged.

“I didn’t look cute before?” You questioned, side eyeing him.

He groaned. “Will you let me have my moment, I’m trying to like you.”

“Excuse me?!” You asked incredulously.

“I was just testing it out.” He muttered, following you as you moved about the kitchen, tightening his grip to ensure no separation between the two of you.

“Why though?”

“I wanted to see what it felt like.”

“And?”

“I think you ask too many questions. Ack!” He teased, earning a pinch that made him jump back, releasing his hold on you.

“Just eat your food and leave me out of your weird little fantasies.” You remarked, handing him a bowl before moving to sit at the counter.

“They’re not weird!”

“Sure.” You said sarcastically.

“They’re not! What, you never thought about what it would be like to date me?” He asked.

“Nope.”

“Liar.”

“Why would I lie about that?” You exclaimed.

“Because Jimin told me you used to think I was cute.”

“That motherf-'' You gritted your teeth.

“So?” He tilted his head at you.

“So what? Thinking you’re cute is different than considering dating you.” You pointed out.

“I’d make a great boyfriend though!” He insisted.

“I’m sure you would be, but not for me!” You said sharply.

“Okay, fine!” He said, copying your tone.

For a few minutes, that seemed to be the end of it as you both ate in silence.

“How’re the noodles?” He asked quietly.

“Really good, actually.” You admitted.

“Imagine having a boyfriend who’s a good cook.” He mumbled, making you drop your fork in the dish with a loud clang.

“Would you stop?!” You whined, making him snicker.

“Oh c’mon, that was a little funny.” He said between laughs.

“When are you gonna let this go?”

“Probably never.” He said with a smug grin.

You rolled your eyes. “Then I’ll just have to start using some of the dirt Jimin told me about you.”

His laughter stopped almost instantly, eyes going wide. “Why, what’d he tell you?”

“I think it’s more fun if I keep you in suspense.” You smirked.

“Y/n!”

In truth, you didn’t have anything on him, but he didn’t need to know that.

Not yet anyway.

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[ggidolsmuts]

I Never Die, I Only Breed: Level 5 - (G)I-dle Miyeon

TW: Knotting, slight body modification

A/N: This is the closest thing to Savage(d) I’ve written since it’s another imaginary “world” where I can stretch things further, so just throwing the warning up front. I know knotting is typically associated with furry stuff, but I kinda imagine it as an extension of the breeding kink, so that’s how I wrote it. It’s not for everyone, but yeah, just wanted to write it once.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a door. There is no mirror though, between that and the throne bed you wake up in, you remember that you just finished a slow pleasurable round with Minnie. You rise from the bed, and immediately Minnie is stroking your arm, enticing you to stay.

"Come back to bed oppa, stay a while longer, put another baby in me..."

"I would love to, but I need to progress. I'll be back, I promise."

"Okay, don't be too long." Every word of Minnie is a wisp of seduction and addiction, and very reluctantly you pull away and leave her. You throw on a bathrobe and go through the door.

"Hello, congratulations and welcome for making it this far." Miyeon waits for you on her bed, complete with a pink bathrobe.

"Thanks." You wait at a distance, expecting some sort of requirement or task from Miyeon. She looks at you quizzically and pats the spot next to her.

"What's the matter? Come over." She tears the robe off you as soon as you get near her. "Miyeonie wants your cum!" Before you can say anything she has mounted you, her own robe already slipping from her shoulders.

"Wait— Mmph! No gimmick, no nothing?" you blurt out between gasps as Miyeon's slick heat overwhelms you. She shakes her head and shuts you up with a kiss. You groan and in no time at all you're shooting your load into her. Is that it? This last level is just a victory lap?

"Thanks for the cum, you failed, bye!" Miyeon's still on top of you as she waves goodbye to your inevitable loss of consciousness.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You scratch your head at walk to the mirror, was there nothing to do at all? Miyeon made no demands of you, simply jumping on you and having you cum in her. That should have been enough! You do notice a few new gauges on the mirror.

Miyeon:

Love: 0/100

Lust: 1/100

Breed: 0/100

Likes: Unknown

Dislikes: Unknown

Neutral: Unknown

You groan as you realize what you have to do, and why there are so many items available to be bought in the mirror—you had to "win" her over by giving her gifts. You start picking out some gifts from the mirror—books, makeup, flowers, wine, it was almost stereotypical. You shrug and head over to Minnie's room.

"Oppa you're back! How was the round with Miyeon?"

"Fast. Do you know what she likes?"

"Chocolates, snacks, noodles, art stuff."

"Damn, I'm supposed to give her stuff she likes."

"Oh, you're on that phase, I remember guys giving her a bunch of stuff, but they stopped coming back after a while."

"Why not?"

"Took too long? Something about Miyeon only accepting a gift a day, that's what they mumble when they head into her room." Oh damn, that would take a while.

"Do you know what's her deal? Like why it takes so long?"

"Miyeon? She likes cum as much as the rest of us, but she doesn't want the whole breeding part, so you have to make her fall in love with you, to make her want to start a family with you." It sounded sweet, if not for the fact that she's barring your progress.

"And to make her fall in love I just have to give her gifts?"

"I guess? I dunno, what she likes is not my business." She wraps her arms around your neck. "Now enough about Miyeon, think about starting a family with me..." You let yourself be pulled down to the bed, and Minnie's on top of you swiftly. She strokes your shaft quickly to get you to full hardness, and with a soft smile she sinks on to you.

"God you feel so good Minnie..." you moan, watching her breasts bounce as she rocks back and forth on top.

"Yeah, give me that cum, I can't imagine not having it in my pussy!" Minnie's whimpers and dirty love whispers flood your ear as you fill her up with a sigh, making her contract and clench around you exquisitely. She continues to grind on you slowly, drawing the last of your seed into her. She eventually gets off you with a kiss, your warm fluid leaking out of her.

"Come back soon." You nod and get dressed again before heading to Miyeon's room.

"Hi Miyeon, I got you a gift!"

"Oh thanks! Makeup is, umm, nice I guess, thank you!" Damn, definitely not a gift she likes. "Sex then?" She jumps straight into things and on to you. "Oooh!" You roll her around and take the position on top—maybe this will work? Powerfully you thrust down into her, and Miyeon coos up at you.

"Oh yes, give it to me, give it to me big boy!" It is almost mocking the way she urges you on, but she feels too good to resist or argue, and you launch a load into her quickly. "Thanks for the cum, but you failed again, come back soon!"

Damn it!

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You stumble over to the mirror and look at the gauges. It now reads:

Miyeon:

Love: 2/100

Lust: 1/100

Breed: 0/100

Likes: Unknown

Dislikes: Unknown

Neutral: Makeup

Wow, you barely made a dent. You note that there is a small tooltip on the gauges now, so you look at what they say:

Love: Increases by 3 points for a gift Miyeon loves, 2 points for a neutral gift, -5 points for a gift she dislikes. Decays by 1 point a day.

Lust: Increases by 3 points every time she has sex, resets to 1 point when she is creampied. Grows by 1 point a day.

Breed: Increases by 4 points every time she has sex when "Lust" gauge is full. Increases by 3 points a day when "Love" gauge is full. Decays by 2 points a day. Only open to breeding when gauge hits 100.

You could barely wrap your mind around how long that would take, but without a doubt, you would have to visit Miyeon often. And you'd have to not give her a creampie either? It sounds impossible! You buy a few gifts that Minnie said Miyeon would like, and something catches your eye.

Condoms: Single use - 5000 Neverpoints

That would work right? You had enough for a few condoms, so you buy two for now. You go to Yuqi for a round, hoping to get more information about Miyeon.

"Miyeon?" Yuqi asks, lazily rubbing her cum-dripping slit. "She just likes cum, give her cum and she'll take any gift."

"That's not helpful! I need more information! What happens if I withhold cum?"

"What do you mean, withhold cum?" Yuqi's face is blank, as if she is a large language model that hasn't been trained on your question. "I'm afraid I am not equipped to answer that question."

"Never mind. Thanks." You give her a peck and head to Miyeon. You give her chocolates, which at least she likes, and this time you push her on all fours, making sure she can't see what you're doing. You withdraw the condom from your inventory and put it on, but as soon as you push into her Miyeon has pulled away from you before jumping on you with surprising strength. She snarls at you, her nails drawing lines on your face.

"Look you little prick, you wrap that up again, and I'll delete your save and publish your browser history, are we clear?" You can only gasp and nod as she sinks on to you. The expression on her face is foul and dark, angry that you even tried the little trick. Miyeon squeezed and rode you well, but it was merely perfunctory, like you were a tap she was turning on for cum. Her breath hitches, but beyond the clenching of your shaft she lets nothing slip, and you surrender your cum to her soon after. There is a flash of motion, and your cheek is still stinging as you black out.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You rub your jaw—it felt numb, but otherwise you suffered no lasting damage from her slap. What hurt more is what you saw on the mirror.

Miyeon:

Love: -50/100

Lust: 1/100

Breed: 0/100

Likes: Chocolates

Dislikes: Condoms

Neutral: Makeup

Minus 50?! Your little attempt just cost you almost a month of progress, why did they even sell condoms then? You rack your brain to come up with some other solution—nothing else had prepared you for this! You eventually come up with a potential solution, but there's no way you're testing it on Miyeon first.

"Oh, you're here?" Soyeon calls out to you from her desk. "Been a while."

"Yeah, sorry, I want to test something, would you mind?"

"Sure. How do you want me?" Soyeon asks casually, a far cry from the last time you left her. You motion her to lie down on the bed, and as you enter both her holes with your Johnson & Johnson perk, Soyeon slowly turns into your mewling queen once more.

"Oh god, my king, you fill my holes so well! Why didn't you come back sooner?"

"Sorry my queen, I need to finish the game."

"It's fine, I forgive you, just finish in me before you do!" You wince even as you thrust—that is exactly what you were not going to do to Soyeon. She starts wailing in pleasure as you thrust harder, trying to finish your experiment as quick as you can. She grabs you, urging you to kiss her as she feels you throb, yet at the last moment you grunt and do the unthinkable—you pull out. Soyeon's mouth opens and closes aimlessly as she watches your rich cum pool and splatter on her abs, the sensation of being filled suddenly ripped from her.

"No! What are you doing!" She swipes your load up with fingers, wantonly stuffing her fingers back into herself, but it is not the same. "Why would you do that!" You are shocked by her reaction—rather than anger like Miyeon, Soyeon's begging, clutching your arm desperately.

"Please, please cum in me, I can't finger it deep enough!" You take pity on her, and Soyeon holds her legs apart for you as you take her again. This time she sighs happily as you plunge into her pussy, quelling her heat even without a cock in her ass. Her legs wrap around you, and her hands hook underneath your shoulders, trying to pull you in further.

"You really don't want me to pull out do you?"

"No, I need to feel you cum, it doesn't feel right otherwise." Soyeon gasps as you drive deep into her. You give Soyeon just that, and she seizes up in a strong climax as you flood her with seed. You prepare to fade out, having orgasmed twice in a run, but after a while you still feel energized and hard—do orgasms not count if you don't finish in someone? Soyeon squeals in delight as you fill her a second time, and after this round you do fade to black.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You check the mirror again.

Miyeon:

Love: -51/100

Lust: 0/100

Breed: 0/100

Likes: Chocolates

Dislikes: Condoms

Neutral: Makeup

Well, you did not expect any changes there. What has changed is a new perk in the shop.

Cum Now Spill Later: Orgasm without spilling your load, it is saved for later—unlocked after 100 consecutive pull outs

Your eyes bugged out at the requirement, 100 pull outs in a row? No creampies? Given how needy Soyeon was, you can only imagine how Shuhua, Yuqi, or Minnie would react. How would you pull it off, how would you resist them after they ask you for it?

You go to Shuhua, and you kneel and beg for her understanding.

"I don't get it, why do you have to pull out?"

"I need to do it to unlock a perk, and I need the perk to finish the game."

"There's no other way?"

"Not really, it would take too long, please Shuhua?" She bites her bottom lip, before agreeing.

"Okay, I don't know how I'll react when you pull out though."

You nod and take position on top of her.

"I'll make you cum first okay?" Shuhua nods and softly moans as you focus on her pleasure, angling just right into her. You knew just how to pleasure Shuhua by now, and with a finger pressed on her clit you tilt her over. You take Shuhua's cry as a signal, and as she rides her orgasm out you take the opportunity to chase your own, hoping the pleasure distracts her from what you'll do. You pull out and stroke yourself over her stomach, layering it with your cum. The two of you take deep breaths as you recover, and you keep an eye on Shuhua to gauge her reaction. Her brow is furrowed, but she manages to stay in control.

"I'm fine, this is okay, I think."

"Okay, can I go again?" In return for not finishing in her, you are able to continue, and every load you cover Shuhua with does not count towards ending your run. Shuhua though slowly turns into a mess, both from pleasure and from the heat slowly growing in her. Her hands go from your arms to the sheets, twisting and tearing, then they go back to your arms, gripping you tightly.

"Oppa, please, I need!" You feel her legs wrap around you—this is dangerous. Shuhua cries out as you push her knees back, and you pound her quickly to finish yourself off. With a grunt you pull out, and hungrily Shuhua sits up and leans forward. "My mouth!" She grips you and wraps her lips around your tip, and unable to control yourself any further you spew down her throat. You end up massaging her scalp as she sucks your load out greedily.

"Is-Is that okay?" she asks after, wiping her mouth. "Can you cum in my mouth?"

"I think so..." You check the unlock progress, and thankfully you're about a third of the way there. "Yes, that's fine, we should have tested earlier."

"Sorry, I just needed to feel your cum in me. I'm okay for now."

"N-No, I put you through a lot, thanks Shuhua, I'll go to the others." Shuhua nods understandingly, but you still see a flash of desire in her eyes—you'll have to come back after. For now, you leave her for Yuqi, who's on you immediately.

"Oh my god it's been a while." Yuqi mumbles as she takes you in her mouth. Your fingers go to her head, and you happily help Yuqi fuck her mouth on your cock. You dump a load down her gullet, and you surprise her as you quickly get hard again. After the second and third load Yuqi is drooling on your shaft, but she has to back off to have a breather.

"Wow you can keep going?" You nod as you check your progress—no progress made, perhaps it didn't count since technically you didn't pull out? You must not have noticed with Shuhua earlier.

"Yeah, can I cum on your face though?"

"What? You don't want to creampie me? Who are you, are you a hacker?" Yuqi stands up, an accusatory glare etched on her face.

"No no, I need it to finish the game." You explain the situation to her.

"Tch, Miyeon and her gimmicks, fine." Yuqi starts stroking you, sucking on your tip not unlike Shuhua did. When you cum though, you make sure to inch back, covering her rosy lips with white. You also cover the rest of her face over multiple loads.

"Ew, how much more can you cum?" Yuqi winces as she wipes a handful of cum off her face.

"Sorry, I can cum elsewhere if you want."

"Yeah, sure, umm, just fuck me then and pull out?" Yuqi lies down on the bed and let's you top her. You fuck her with long strokes, and like Shuhua she starts to cum over and over again, your continued hardness driving her to peak after peak, only pausing for you to pull out and spill on her flat tummy every so often. You see the same manic look in her eyes, and you feel her thighs close around on your hips. "I want your cum!"

"Later, or just in your mouth then!" Yuqi immediately gets up, and before you know it you're unloading down her throat again. Yuqi hums as she swallows, as if savouring something particularly tasty. The hungry look is diminished from her eyes when she opens them once more.

"Thanks Yuqi, I think I should go."

"No, stay, I want more cum!" The look is merely diminished.

"I-I can't, sorry, I'll be back later!" You hurry out of the room as Yuqi starts moving towards you again. Your cock points you in the next natural direction—Soyeon.

"Hey, I'm back."

"You're not pulling out on me again this time are you?"

"I'm afraid I have to."

"No! What if you cum in my ass, does that count? That's a loophole right?"

"Sorry, it doesn't count either."

"Ugh... fine, just do it a few times, pull out too many times and I'm jumping on you and not getting off."

"Thanks." You kiss Soyeon appreciatively, and she turns away from you and gets on all fours. Getting her drift you plunge into her easily, and soon she's gripping the sheets, moaning at your thrusts. Your first load goes across her butt, and you smear your tip with some of your load and push it back into her. This doesn't go unnoticed as Soyeon begins to back herself on to you, more into it than before. The second shot goes across her lower back, and you pause to push some of it into her pussy. With a few more loads her thighs are stained and dripping with your thick cum, and Soyeon turns to face you.

"Last one my King, put it in my ass or I'm jumping you." You heed her threat, and with some cum as lube, your perks let you enter Soyeon's ass smoothly. You start slow, but her ass is too tight to stay slow for long, and soon you're pumping into her, feeling her fingers as well as she stuffs what cum she can collect into her.

"Come on, give me that cum, I want it!" She constricts around you, and when her hand finds your sack you are groaning and leaning over her, dumping a load straight into her ass.

"Fuck Soyeon!"

"That's it, give it to me! Fuck that's warm!" Soyeon groans gratefully into the sheets, and as she slumps on the bed her lower back is a completely different shade from the rest of her body, covered in a sheen of your cream.

"Thanks, I'll be back."

"Mmhmm, you better." You check your progress—only a few more pull outs left. Minnie waits for you atop her throne bed. As you sit on the bed she is instantly twisting around you, snaking her long legs between yours.

"Minnie, I will need to pull out." You let her know, and as always Minnie is the perfect lover.

"I know, I understand, I'm here to make you cum as fast as possible." She draws you into her, and to your surprise, Minnie turns you into a two-pump chump, as you are hastily pulling out of her already.

"Argh fuck, sorry..." Minnie shushes you and pulls you back into her.

"It's okay, this is all about you." You fuck and cum quickly on Minnie repeatedly, until finally, you unlock the perk.

"Okay, it's done."

"Well, what would be different?" Minnie asks.

"I don't know, let's find out." Without having to worry about pulling out you start fucking Minnie with vigor, delighting in her joyful cries. You don't last for very long regardless, as the pleasure rushes up your spine you briefly focus on not spilling your load. Your world turns white briefly, but as you huff and pull out of Minnie, you don't see any cum leaking out of her, only some slick. Minnie asks you a question she's never asked before.

"Did you orgasm? It sure felt like it, but I didn't feel any cum."

"Yeah I did, I guess it works then." Minnie clings to you and forces you to the bed. For the first time you see in her eyes that same glint you've seen in Shuhua and Yuqi.

"Now turn it off, and get me off." You're not sure how to "turn it off", but you don't worry about that for now, you worry about turning off the cocksleeve that is Minnie grinding on top of you, a hand on her tits and another between her legs, rubbing her clit. She's focused on making herself cum as hard as possible, and you plant your feet to help her with that. Your hands cuff Minnie to your body, one on the back of her neck and one on her lower back, holding her down as you start slamming up into her pussy. A shriek becomes a gasp as you firmly hold her, and it turns into a long moan, jarred by every thrust you put into her. You squeeze her butt, and a digit sinks into her ass as you pull her down and cum, this time releasing your load into her.

"Oh fuck, that's it, that's it..." Minnie's eyes roll into her head as the sensations of your hot cum and surprise finger overwhelm her, and all her muscles tense and go taut. She goes limp and slumps against you, totally out of it—the first time a climax has hit her this hard. Pleased with yourself you cover her in a blanket— time to reward the other members for their help too.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You get off the bed, satisfied with the state you've left Shuhua, Yuqi, and Soyeon in. Shuhua's in her bed, massaging her belly in a daze after you pumped her with five orgasms' worth of cum all at once; You nearly choked Yuqi with your built-up load, and had to tilt her head back so that all your cum could drain down her throat smoothly; Soyeon is left sitting weirdly in her production "studio"—she swears she can still feel your cum in her ass, but surely you have fully drained out of her by now.

And now for Miyeon.

Miyeon:

Love: -60/100

Lust: 10/100

Breed: 0/100

"Where have you been?" Miyeon asks as you enter her room, annoyed at being left alone for so long.

"Busy, but I'm here to fuck you now."

"Fine, let's do it." Miyeon sighs in relief as you fill her, and soon she gets herself off around you. Miyeon's lust is now 12.

"Good, now go ahead, you can cum." You smirk and nod, and with a few more humps into her you orgasm without releasing your load.

"Mmm, that was nice," you comment, and Miyeon looks at you confusedly.

"Wait, you did? I didn't feel��" You place a finger on her lips to shush her.

"Shhh, just because I came doesn't mean you get a creampie. Now I'm going to keep fucking you." Before Miyeon can say anything you start pumping your still hard shaft into her again. 13, 16, 19... At first Miyeon is happy to enjoy your long-lasting hardness, but as she cums repeatedly and feels you throb with her own orgasms, she begins to get worried.

"Hey, are you not going to give me a creampie?" Miyeon asks during a pause, and you take the opportunity to change positions, making her get on top of you.

"Only if you let me breed you."

"No! I'll make you give me your cum before that!" She rides you with purpose, and you can feel her clench around you deliberately—it is a good attempt. You reach a peak with her, but you don't give her anything to work with. Miyeon bites her lower lip and keeps going. She rides herself on top of you for another few more orgasms before she slows down, losing her strength. Her lust is at 31 now.

"What's wrong, tired already?" You jibe. "You're not going to make me give you cum like that."

"No, please!" You push her weak form on to the bed, and you hook her legs around your elbows. Miyeon powerlessly squeals as she is powerfully pounded into the bed, her legs flailing as your other perks kick in, throwing her into a maelstrom of pleasure. 

This was far more than she bargained for or expected, but with every orgasm, her desire for more increases, her lust levels rising alarmingly fast. When you tire of bruising her hips you pull out and yank her head towards your cock, and when she has smeared lipstick all over your shaft, you cleaned it by putting it in her ass—it didn't matter which hole you fucked, Miyeon came all the same.

"Wait, oh god!" Miyeon screams as her lust gauge is filled completely, the loud splattering of her slick onto the sheets confirmation of the fact. 

Now to finish her off. 

You push her down to all fours, taking her from behind dominantly. Her cries of pleasure slowly wear down to whines and groans, a new heat taking her as her breed gauge grows. Your thrusts feel shorter in her, and you're striking at her g-spot directly. Miyeon looks down between her legs, at the connection, and her eyes widen.

"What is that?!" You look down, and the base of your cock is bulging, as if all your stored up cum from the session is in there, ready to be unloaded—it looked like a knot.

"That's all my cum for you, I've been enjoying my orgasms the whole time, the cum had to go somewhere. You want it?"

She begins to pant, and you see the desire for cum, that look the others have shown you when you kept pulling out. "Yes! Please, please!" Miyeon begs you, sweat trickling down her face as she tries to push back against your thrusts, urging you to give her your seed.

"I'll give it all to you, but I want you to say it."

"Give me all of your cum— mmmgh!" Miyeon cums again, the breed gauge continuing to rise.

"You didn't finish it, say it!" You growl as you orgasm as well, growing the knot.

"Give me all of your cum please, I want all of it!" Your cumknot smacks her clit with every thrust, and Miyeon turns delirious, her peaks beginning to blend together. Her toes and fingers feel numb, curling and seizing up for what felt like forever. All she can feel is your cock taking her, and that bulge pressed against her pussy, as if trying to enter her too. 90, 91, 92...

"That's not it Miyeon, you know what I want to hear." You pound her harder, knowing that completion was at hand. 97, 98, 99, the heat is unbearable!

"You win, you win, please..." Miyeon's trembling, drooling and crying from desire, her hair's messy, partly from you grabbing it for facefucks, partly from her hands looking to grab and tear at anything.

"Say it, SAY IT!"

100.

"B-Breed me, please breed me, I need your cum..." Miyeon breaks and crumbles, whispering what she wanted, what you needed to hear. Miyeon screams as you ram against her viciously, and on the second try you manage to sink fully into her. 

Her legs give out, and above her prone form you roar victoriously, letting yourself go completely. Miyeon's breath is cutoff, the sensation of the knot throbbing in her seeming to catch her throat as well. The flood of heat burns her senses, endless waves of thick rich seed filling her womb. You pull her head back and mark her neck, feeling her shaky moan on your lips as you continue to pump your cum into her with the slow grinding of your hips. Miyeon's breath grows short as the fullness in her abdomen grows, and she squeals as a surge of pleasure goes straight to her brain—Miyeon clenches around the knot, and she is finally bred.

"There, it's done." You try to detangle from her, but the knot prevents you from doing so, and so you lie with Miyeon, slowly and continuously pouring cum into her as it eventually shrinks.

"Congratulations," Miyeon mumbles sleepily in her cum-filled daze. "What's next?"

"I don't know, I finished the game haven't I? What happens next?"

"I dunno either, no one has ever bred me."

"Until now."

"Yes, until now." She pecks you. "You're going to have to come back."

"Oh I will," you agree. “I want to hear you say that again.” You cuddle Miyeon until you are finally able to pull out and look around. She gasps at the sudden emptiness, your cum oozing freely out of her freshly-bred hole. A door has appeared in her room—it is time to go. You kiss Miyeon goodbye and step through the door. You are greeted by a short credits screen, and then a taunting question.

Start New Game+?

You hit yes and close the game.

You're in your room—there is your bed, there is your mirror, there is your door. You take a deep breath—finally, finally you have finished the game! You rub one out after playing, but other than that you don't touch or think about the game, glad to be finally done with the grind.

A week later you receive an invitation from the developers of the game.

As the first person to complete the game, we would like to invite you to give us feedback.

On the invitation is a time and a place. You dress up nicely and show up at the appointed place, apparently a hotel suite—perhaps the whole dev team is there!

The whole dev team was there, specifically, the five (G)I-dle members. Miyeon tosses you a bathrobe.

"Take a shower, get ready for New Game Plus."

A/N: Finally done with the series, I won’t lie it was hard getting this one out because I had to do the whole build up to the final scene, that’s why it took so long. I had the idea for the longest time, just kept putting off writing the whole process of unlocking that “perk”, guess it really is a grind lol. Thanks for reading!

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[shimmerwindow]

I Never Really

Part Three

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

Playlist | Masterlist

Friday crawled by at a snail’s pace. You normally hated Fridays. The campus was always buzzing with so much activity on the weekends, and it made it hard for you to focus on your studies. Saturday and Sunday were the days you would reserve for working on big projects, but it was difficult sometimes when every other dorm room in a 100-foot radius was blasting music. Part of you felt like a grumpy old man, wanting to go bang on doors and shout turn it down! A smaller, quieter part of you was envious of those who had the time, and friends, to party.

You dragged yourself over to the dining hall after class, your mind filled with thoughts of the party you’d be going to tomorrow. It gave you butterflies to think about it. Meeting new people wasn’t something you were great at, nor enjoyed, and big parties were far from your favorite thing. You stared at the sky, the clouds brushed a gentle pink as the sun set, and wondered if it was too late to cancel.

The dining hall was something you typically avoided if you could help it, preferring your microwaved noodles over any of the slop they served there, but you’d been a bit burnt out on the styrofoam-y taste of chicken-flavored cup noodles lately. You managed to find a quiet corner, and sat down with a tray of the few things in the place that looked edible.

Across the room, you watched a group of jock-type guys make their way in, shoving each other and laughing. One of them locked eyes with you, and you quickly turned your head away and pulled out your phone, opening whatever app came up first, trying to look busy. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone making their way directly to where you were sitting. You’d been hit on at this god-forsaken place more than once, and it appeared it was about to happen again. You sighed, and turned your eyes up to the potential suitor.

You blinked a few times. Of course it was Sam. Why did it always have to be Sam?

“Hey!” He called.

You gave him a wave and a small smile, not really in the mood for this right now. You just wanted to eat in peace, but that would have to wait, as he pulled out the chair across from you, dropping his tray onto the table and sitting down.

“I’ve never seen you here before.”

“I don’t usually partake in the unholy abominations they serve here.”

He laughed, holding up a slice of utterly unappetizing pizza he had on his plate. “What, this doesn’t make you hungry?”

“Not exactly.” You picked at what was on your plate, wishing you’d simply settled for noodles tonight.

“You excited for tomorrow?” He asked between bites.

You put on a brave smile, lying through your teeth. “Totally.” You wouldn’t describe your feelings as excited, necessarily. Terrified was more of the word you were looking for.

“It starts at, like, 8. I think. I dunno. I’ll let you know.”

You nodded. That was somewhat good news – you could use the I’m tired excuse after only an hour or two.

“What should I wear?”

He shrugged. “Whatever you want.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Oh, I got this, like…vintage sweater thing I wanna wear.” His eyes lit up, clearly excited about it. “It’s blue and brown and it's got all these cool designs on it, and it’s so comfy. I love it.”

You couldn't help but soften up a bit, seeing how excited he got over something as simple as a sweater. He was so enthusiastic when you asked him where he got it, going on a tirade about all of the thrift stores in town while you ate and listened, and he told you all about how they had so many hidden gems if you knew when to look.

“I should go to some of them some time.”

“Absolutely! I’ll take you there!”

He was so sweet sometimes it was almost annoying. “That sounds fun.”

“Yeah! Like, a little thrift store date.”

Cold silence froze the air between you two, his smile fading, your face prickling with a rising blush. Date.

“I mean, not like that. I meant like, friend date. Not date. Just going to thrift stores together. Like friends. Are we friends?”

There it was once again, that rushed, frantic tone he got when he was flustered.

“Yeah, we’re friends.”

He didn’t seem to know what to say back, looking out the window and back to you a few times, silent. You needed a cigarette.

“Well,” you sighed, standing up from the table. “I’m gonna go smoke.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then. I’ll text you.”

You’d half-expected him to ask to join you, a little surprised he didn’t. Maybe even a bit disappointed. “See you then.”

It was starting to feel like you couldn’t have a normal interaction with him. Every time, it was something. Though, seeing him tonight seemed to wash some of your worries away. He was kind, and from what you knew about him, he seemed like a good companion to have at a party of strangers.

Sleep came easily that night, thankfully. You drifted off peacefully, finally exhausted from the week before. And in your dreams, you found yourself in a familiar place. If it was possible to get deja vu in dreams, you were feeling it.

You were at the top of a skyscraper in some city you didn't recognize, the wind blowing hard enough to throw you off the edge, but you didn't move. The sky was clear and full of stars, galaxies streaking across the blackness and lighting everything in a delicate purple.

Sam was next to you, pointing at the sky, saying words that were carried away on the wind, but somehow you knew he was explaining the stars to you. He would point at a section of sky and it would glow, as if he held dominion over the stars. Like he told them when to shine.

And then, you were in a dorm room, similar to yours but not quite right, the layout was all wrong. You laid on a bed that was too big for a dorm, and just above you, Sam was there. His face hovered just above yours, his hair hanging down to brush the sides of your face. You knew he was going to kiss you, and you welcomed it gladly, your body melting into his. He was made of warmth and light, and love, so much love.

* * *

Your eyes opened to daylight, the dream ending abruptly, leaving you disoriented when you finally came to your senses. These dreams were starting to get ridiculous. He wouldn’t leave your head, even when he wasn't around. You put your mind to work immediately to push any thoughts of him aside, getting out your laptop and starting up your to-do list for the day.

The minutes ticked by slowly, your eyes always watching the clock, waiting for a text from him, dreading the night ahead. I’ll show up to be kind, have one drink, and disappear. Nobody will even notice when I leave, you thought. Though, nothing seemed to be that level of straightforward around Sam.

You successfully kept yourself preoccupied, until you decided to work on your joint project. He’d written quite a bit since the last time you looked at the document. It was endearing, like you were getting a glimpse into a part of him very few people knew. His style was brutish, getting his point across in as few words as possible, with the most blunt language he could muster. It was cute, in a way.

Time seemed to speed up while you occupied yourself, and before you were anywhere near ready to do so, it was finally time to get yourself ready for the party. You did so in silence, working the party over in your mind. It wasn’t too late to cancel. But you couldn’t do that to him. You imagined how his face would fall when you would tell him you couldn’t go anymore, and it broke your heart a bit. You wouldn’t do that to him. Not after that dream you'd had.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, knocking you out of your thoughts. Sam’s name was on the screen.

leaving soon, you ready? he’d sent.

ready when you are

You took one last glance at yourself in the mirror, memories of your dream from the night before washing over you once again. Staring into your own eyes, you willed it away, pushing the memory down to the deepest recesses of your consciousness until it was lost with all the other thoughts that wandered around in there. You could not possibly face him with such a dream still knocking against the forefront of your mind.

When you finally met Sam on the first floor, you were a bit taken aback at just how…nice he looked. He was wearing the sweater he’d told you about, the patterns and colors complimenting his features perfectly. He had on a faded pair of jeans with a few square patches of fabric sewn into them – one with an elephant on it, another with a detailed drawing of a star. His hair was down, flawless and glossy as always. He gave you a toothy grin when he saw you, his eyes briefly running up and down the length of your body.

“You look nice,” he said, the words catching in his throat a bit.

“Same to you,” you replied, trying to keep a level head with his words repeating over and over in your mind.

“Thanks!” He looked down at himself. “I made these myself,” he motioned at the jeans. “Well, I didn't, like, make them, but I found these cool patches and put ‘em on.”

“You can sew?” You asked, a bit surprised.

“Of course I can. My mom taught me when I was a youngin.”

The thought of him sitting in his dorm, delicately sewing patches onto his jeans, was almost too much for you to bear. “Wanna get going?” The daylight had already long faded from the sky, the few stars obscured by a blanket of clouds.

“Absolutely, miss eclipse.”

“Don’t call me that, cornball.”

“Missus eclipse? Ma’am?” He cocked his head to the side.

You rolled your eyes, biting your lip against a smile. The things he said, coming from any other person, wouldn't even solicit a grin from you half the time. But something about him…you couldn’t help but laugh at every one of his jokes. “Let’s go already.”

The two of you made your way out of the hall and out into the night. There was a surprising number of people out tonight – though, that was only your perception. You didn’t leave the dorms much on Saturday nights if you could help it. Too much commotion, too many drunk men. Walking with Sam felt safe, though.

You made light small talk as you walked, discussing things like the coming winter, how you’d heard it was going to be a pretty bad one this year. You’d expected to feel more nervous at this point, but your body and mind both felt rather calm; as calm as they could be in Sam’s presence. There was something about him that radiated calm, like a lit fireplace or the smoke from incense. Walking with him, even in silence, felt right in a way you couldn't place. And between words, you imagined how it would feel to hold his hand as you walked.

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NAMJOON: The most conflicted out of all. He couldn’t blame you in the slightest for being okay with lonesomeness, it’s sort of a prerequisite to being with him, but simultaneously it does sting hearing “I’m fine” and knowing you meant it when he’s falling apart.

“Have you eaten?” he asks, an ocean away, night skies twinkling with faint stars while you basked in the light of the morning sun.

“Yes, I did. You?”

“I did, I did.”

Silence. The dreaded question.

“You’re holding up well?”

Another silence. He knows this one - you’re pondering on how to not hurt his feelings but he’s grateful you settle for the truth.

“I am,” you sigh. “You?”

“Not in the slightest.”

The confession leaves his breath hitching. Though sudden, the onslaught of emotions has been long overdue.

“I miss you. I miss us. And I can’t help but feel like you don’t,” he gazes out the window into the nondescript dark. “You don’t need me.”

“But I want you,” you hum on the other side. “And I choose you. On all the days. Whenever I can, I choose you. Now, isn’t that nice?”

He smiles - a shaky line of thin happiness but at least the weight has been eased.

“It is.”

YOONGI: He’s relieved. At first that is and then the overthinking happens. Anxiety works his gut like an infestation of particularly dedicated group of tapeworms. Isn’t he being selfish - loving his partner for being independent so he could work long hours without worrying of being hated for it?

Going out only agitates the worms further. He’s not necessarily insecure about either of you but more so relationship as a whole. Seeing others cling and gush makes him realise, quite sorely so, how much it lacked within your days.

“Here’s your coffee,” absent-mindedly, you hand him the cup after gliding through the rows of people sitting by the river.

“You don’t regret being with me, do you?”

You blink, a crease of vague frown pulling at your brows.

“Where’s this coming from?”

“Dunno,” he shrugs, despite knowing rather well. “Don’t you miss that ?” Yoongi points at the assortment of peculair pairs nearly eating each other’s face off or cuddling like they would die if parted.

“No,” you reply with a hint of disdain. “I don’t need to lick your esophagus to know you love me. It’s the little things for us.”

“Yeah, but - ”

“No but’s. We love our own way.”

For a second Yoongi stares at your outstretched hand before enveloping it in his own.

“Right.”

JIN: Relieved by it. It puts his mind at ease to know you can handle the chronic absence for you knew how to have fun by yourself. He puts 100, 120, 130 per cent when he’s present and available but when he’s gone this knowledge is like a fortress of comfort for his soul. He doesn’t have to agonise whether you’re wallowing in staring regret over spending so little time together, whether or not you’ve begun to resent him for it already.

“Hey, honey! What’re you up to?” he asks, gulping a mouthful of noodles, phone lodged between his ear and the upturned shoulder.

“Nothing much. Finished exploring the new exhibit, you know, the space-themed one?”

He nods, then realizes you can’t see him and makes some sort of primal grunt that signifies memory recollection.

“Now, I’m going to go to a park and then get some coffee.”

On the other side, a rush of wind trails through along with the cheers of screaming children. It must be sunny.

“Spending your days well?” he laughs and demurely you reply.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t miss you.”

“Didn’t doubt that. Enjoy your time while you can.”

“A threat?” you gasp in fake shock and Jin chuckles, before courteously choking on a singular noodle.

“Absolutely. With loving annoyance.”

HOSEOK: Contrary to popular belief he prefers it. He loves to love, knows it, is capable of molding himself to anyone’s wish. Being loved, however… Often he wonders if that’s some sort of pathology but then decided to not delve any further. All he needs, really needs, is simply to know he is loved, not necessarily be smothered by it every minute of every day. It’s a balm to his mind to be able to love you, fully submerge you in its depths and then leave, knowing you’ll be fine all the way. At the end of it, he simply wants you to be happy.

“Are you finishing the shoot?” you ask and he hears the bedsheets ruffle.

“No, we’re in the middle of it. Need to make sure it’s perfect.”

“It’s you,” you sigh as though the matter is so obvious, it could be seen from space. “Of course, it’s perfect.”

“Still…but that also means I won’t be back home today as well.”

“Okay,” the answer comes back without missing a beat. “Make sure you eat well, okay? To keep your strength up.”

Willingly, his heart flutters, even after all this time. He’s weak for you and weak for the simplicity of domesticity. As simple as it was, the equation is solid.

“I will,” he reassures. “I might be done in two days’ time.”

“Don’t worry about me, deal? I’m fine on my own.”

Hoseok laughs, leaning to sit down on the desk, thighs aching from the long practice.

“I lowkey always do but thanks all the same.”

JIMIN: It gets underneath his skin. A lot. He doesn’t say it, hoping to not trouble your peace this way but no matter how hard he carves it into himself, again and again, repeating it like a mantra as though the intention was to shoot himself into a higher plane of existence, the fact that you’re fine without him, makes some part of his heart shrivel.

He knows in the logical, reasoning part of his brain that this is just one shard of you, one he has promised to respect and cherish since becoming a couple but it’s still hard. It’s hard to want someone this crazy, he’s practically clawing at the hotel walls and not see the same struggle echoed on the other side of the call

“I can start marking the days for when you get back?” you offer, worry souring your expression into a deep grimace. Jimin hates worrying you alas he just can’t stop.

“You don’t do that for anything,” he sniffles, self-conscious, partially hiding in the pillowcase like some lovesick tween.

“I would for you. I love you, I want you to feel better.”

Jimin raises his head, earnestly shocked into a stupor. I love you, I want you to feel better. I love you, I want you to feel better.

“Okay,” he agrees, tone thin and watery. “Okay, let’s do that. I’ll do that as well. It can be our thing.”

“Let’s do it,” you agree with a gentle smile.

TAEHYUNG: The apartment is quiet, with anger having left through the open windows into the chilly air dumping nothing but dull, awkward tension in its wake like a healing bruise. Taehyung finally gathers himself and quietly knocks on the home office door where you sit sullenly listening to a song he doesn’t recognize but has heard before.

You turn and the air chokes with vague hurt. Too many things were said that should not have been said.

But they’re out now and Taehyung can’t fix that, only mend their damage.

“There’s an event,” he says stiffly but softly. “The night museum thing, you wanted to go? It’s on right now. They extended the days. It was on social media.”

You sigh.

“I’ll get my mask.”

“No, no, you go. Alone if you want.”

That makes you sit down again.

“Alone?” you echo and he nods, heart weighing heavier. Does he like it? No. But he loves you, so he’ll just have to be a big boy and suck it up.

“You like enjoying your own private time. I’m sorry I didn’t respect that. What I said was out of anger and out of line. I’m sorry.”

“It’s like you’re just a distant friend. Not my girlfriend,” you repeat his words but sorely lacking the hurt behind it.

“You are my girlfriend,” obstinately he shakes his head. “Hopefully, one day my fiancee and wife. I want you to be happy and if sometimes that happiness means you get to be with your own thoughts, I should be more than willing to grant it.”

The smile alone that blooms on your face is a demonstration that this was the right choice as much as he dislikes it. Oftentimes he was away, so much time wasted, he couldn’t want anything less than to spend it even less. He loves you, he wants to be around you, to be able to talk and share, and enjoy but you were right - you’re still your own person.

The TV buzzes against the wall as Taehyung mopes on the sofa. In his own privacy, he could pout about this as much as he wants. He likes the pictures on your Instagram taken whilst roaming the museums but doesn’t call or text. Leaves you to be as hard as it was.

When you return and sit on the sofa behind him, a plush is shoved in his dropping, sleep-deprived eyes.

“Hippo?’ he croaks.

"Got it from the gift shop. I was still thinking about you even if I’m gone. Always will.”

He smirks tugging you down into a hug.

“As you should.”

JUNGKOOK: He blasts through the hotel doors with speedy dedication.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m late, Namjoon lost his - ” he finds himself in the empty suite. “Passport again.”

As he trails off into a beat of confused silence, the search begins and proves to be fruitless. You’re simply not here. At last, he finds a message stuck to the fridge magnet.

“Went out to explore xx.”

His jaw tightens and he can feel his face age with wrinkles. This was not supposed to be the plan. The plan was to get back here, envelop himself around you in a cocoon and then sleep. No you, no plan, no cocoon. Most upsetting.

Mindlessly trailing along the scenic route by the hotel, he stumbles upon you by pure accident, enjoying your ice cream, alone on the bench, looking very much content without any boyfriend whatsoever.

And then it begins. The questions, the worries, the chains and the balls of iron stuck to his feet. What if you didn’t want to be with him? It was never fully free to be out with him, constant vigil had to be observed for any paparazzi, any fans, any stalkers. Masks were worn, and precautions were made. What sort of person would even be okay with that?

When you notice him and bound forwards, he doesn’t voice any of this. Keeps it locked away but it still stings, still clenches his jaw into a tight grip. It’s the many smiling photos taken whilst he travelled, it’s the “sorry I missed your call, I was busy” along the path. It stings like a bitch but he realizes he can’t blame you for it in the slightest. It’d be horribly selfish to want your partner endlessly hanging around for a chance of him coming back. Even if that’s exactly what he feels.

As he matures, he makes grumpy, grumpy peace with it.

“Hey, baby, I’m home, where are you?” he asks one night, moving to lie on the abandoned bed, bones aching from overuse.

“Sorry, I went out. I thought you wouldn’t be back so soon. I can return.”

He doesn’t need to be a musical genius, to hear the disappointing note in your tone.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he sighs.

“Yeah. There’s a sale on accessories and I’m embroiled deep in a deadly fight with various DIY Youtubers.”

This makes him collapse with laughter.

“Then win the battle, soldier! Just make sure you come out alive, we don’t accept failures in this household.”

“Yes, sir.”

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[seecarrun]

Dinner was ready, and Eddie left to go pout somewhere, so that was fucking annoying.

Richie didn’t even know what he had done to piss him off this time; all he knew was that he, Eddie, and Stanley were hanging out with his parents, talking old people shit, because they were all fucking old people now, and Eddie slunk off to go sulk.

Maybe the whole midlife crisis thing hit him hard in the presence of Maggie and Went or something? Something with his late mom, maybe? Who knew.

He found Eddie on the back deck, in his mother’s comically bright orange lounge chair, looking the picture of dejection, and couldn’t help but sigh to himself, mentally preparing for whatever weird shit Eddie had to complain about this time.

“What’s got your noodles in a twist, Spaghetti?” he asked, leaning back on the deck railing.

Eddie scrunched up his nose at the nickname. “Don’t fucking call me that.”

Richie raised an eyebrow. “Answer the fucking question.”

Eddie opened his mouth to argue, but closed it and sighed sadly. “Your parents like Stan more than me,” he finally admitted.

Richie snorted. “What?”

“They like Stan more than me!” Eddie repeated, indignantly. “Your mom was so excited to see him!”

That was true, Richie admitted to himself. His mother had all but shoved Went out of the way to open the door and greet them.

“Stanley Uris, as I live and breathe!”

Stan smiled sheepishly as Maggie enveloped him in a tight hug, not loving it, but definitely not hating it either.

After a few tight squeezes, she pulled him back to arms length, her eyes welling a bit with unshed tears. “Oh sweetheart, look how handsome you are,” she gushed.

Stan’s cheeks flushed slightly, but he waved her off. “No, I’m nothing special, you’re just used to seeing Richie.”

Wentworth guffawed from where he had plopped himself on the old recliner after Maggie nearly tackled him, and Richie laughed out a ‘Stan the Man gets off a good one!’ while Maggie simply shook her head, smiled, muttered ‘Oh, you kids’ and ushered them all into the kitchen for a drink.

“She’s always had a soft spot for him,” Richie explained with a shrug. “They’ve both been middle aged old ladies since the eighties.”

Eddie glared at him, but kept his mouth shut, probably realizing he had a point. Stan wandered away from Richie’s eleventh birthday party to drink iced tea and bird watch with Maggie rather than eat chocolate cake and play video games with the guys. It wasn’t anything new.

Still, he looked crestfallen, which Richie knew, unfortunately, he had to fix, because he was pathetic and in love, like an idiot.

“Besides, they love you, dude! They just, you know, see you more. You came over last weekend because Mom made too much lasagna. They haven’t seen Stan since 1991.”

“That’s fair,” Eddie agreed. “I didn’t think about that.”

“Yeah, so don’t even sweat it.” He chuckled. “They like both of you more than me, anyway.”

“True,” Eddie said with a grin, so Richie flipped him off, good naturedly, making Eddie laugh and everything right with the world again.

“Okay, you little shit, c’mon. Soup’s on.”

Eddie smiled and stood up. “Thanks, Rich.”

Richie smiled back. “No prob.”

As they walked through the house together, Richie couldn’t help but add. “Honestly, you don’t wanna be their favorite anyway. They’re super lame.”

Eddie, strangely, just smiled cryptically. “I dunno,” he said simply, opening the door to the kitchen and glancing at Richie over his shoulder. “I have my reasons.”

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Playing With Fire

Chapter 21

Summary: After a change of heart nearly ten years into her career as a pediatric intensive care unit nurse, Ellie Maxwell has moved back home and returned to her old job at the local bakery, where the regulars are the firefighters from down the street. When sparks begin to fly between Ellie and the guarded, closed-off Chris, will anything come of it?

Pairing: Firefighter!Chris Evans X OFC Elizabeth “Ellie” Maxwell

Word Count: 3,248

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Warnings: SMUT. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. We block minors!

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Ellie put the last of the groceries into the freezer, watching as the brightly colored Eggo box disappeared as she shut the freezer drawer. Turning around, her eyes found Hazel at the island, her legs kicking as she flipped through a picture book happily. “Alright Hazie, are you going to help me make dinner?” She asked, glancing at the pot of boiling water on the stove. 

It still felt wildly unfamiliar to be in Chris’ home taking care of Hazel without Chris, but as the weeks had gone by, they’d fallen into a rhythm. Chris worked his normal schedule, being gone from Thursday mornings to Saturday evenings, while Lisa and Ellie split caretaking days. And it certainly didn’t hurt that today was a special Friday, one on the cusp of a weekend away for all of them, and one where Chris’ arrival home was imminent.

“Can Mr. Duck help too?” Hazel replied, reaching for the well-loved – and worn-out – looking duck toy next to her. 

“How about we have Mr. Duck supervise us. I’ll put him right here where he won’t get dirty,” Ellie smiled, reaching to put the duck on the counter, a good distance from the stove. “Can you grab the box of spaghetti?” She added, pointing to the pantry.

Hazel followed her instructions, but when she came out of the pantry a few moments later, ehr brows were furrowed in confusion. Ellie took the box from her when she held it up, but Hazel quietly informed her, “These aren’t the right ones.” 

“What do you mean, Hazie? These are spaghetti,” Ellie chuckled as she dumped the noodles into the boiling water. By the time the water was salted and the timer was set, Hazel had pulled a barstool over next to Ellie and climbed on top of it. 

“Daddy and Mommy always buy the green ones,” she said with a shrug.

“Oh do they?” Ellie asked, and when she remembered which box had the ‘green noodles’, she was outright impressed with Ashlee and Chris’ sly vegetable inclusions. “Well we’re just going to have a different kind tonight, but next time I’ll make sure I buy the right box.” 

Hazel nooded, her hand moving to play with the beaded bracelet she’d made at camp that week. “Can we have them tomorrow?” 

“Remember that tomorrow we’re going to take you to spend a few days with your mom,” Ellie reminded her with a smile, moving around Hazel to grab the jar of pasta sauce, opening it and handing it – along with a bowl – to Hazel. As Hazel silently dumped the jar of sauce into the bowl, almost emotionless at Ellie’s mention of Ashlee, she asked the little girl, “Are you excited to see her, Hazie?” 

Hazel was quiet for several long moments, watching as Ellie took the bowl and put it in the microwave. “Yeah, I miss mommy,” she finally admitted, near silently.

“I heard that mommy tried to call you and you told daddy that you didn’t want to talk…” Ellie mentioned, remembering the surprise in Chris’ voice when he told her about it earlier that week. A frown appeared on the five-year-old’s face as she shrugged, looking down at her bare feet. “Hazel, why didn’t you want to talk to her?” 

“I dunno,” she finally answered, her voice small and meek. 

“Were you mad at her?” Ellie asked, watching the way Hazel glanced at her quickly before her gaze shifted away, instead landing on Mr. Duck. “You know that it’s okay if you were, honey. You can tell me.” 

“I guess so,” Hazel sighed with a shrug, her frown remaining. “She moved away.” 

“It’s okay to be upset, Hazie, but you still need to talk to her,” Ellie told her quietly, stirring the pasta quickly before she reached a hand out to hold Hazel’s. “Do you know just how much your mommy loves you?” 

“A lot…” 

“That’s right, and her moving didn’t have anything to do with you. She loves you like crazy and is so excited to spend the weekend with you,” Ellie smiled, dropping Hazel’s hand to play with her curly hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear and fixing her braid. “And I know you’re excited to see her too.” 

Hazel was quiet as Ellie fixed her hair carefully, her brown eyes wide and upset as she confessed, “I miss mommy, I miss her a lot.” 

“Then you know what you need to do?” Ellie asked, her voice dripping with forced enthusiasm. “You need to tell her that and make sure that you tell her how much you love her tomorrow when you see her.” 

Hazel nodded, a small smile on her face. “Okay, I will,” she agreed, standing on one leg before she alternated to the other. 

“Now though I think you better try one of those peanut butter cookies I made while you were at camp and tell me if they’re any good,” Ellie told her, pulling the tupperware container of cookies to sit in front of Hazel with a grin. 

The sound of the front door opening echoed in the home before they each heard the sound of Dodger’s nails clacking on the floor, making Hazel scramble down to the floor to happily throw her arms around the dog and pet his soft fur and plant a big kiss on his head, making the sound of Chris’ laughter ring out before asking, “Hey do I get one of those kisses?” 

“Daddy!” Hazel laughed, squirming away from Chris as his beard tickled her skin.

“There’s my Hazel Bo Basil,” Chris smiled, crouching down as he hugged his daughter for the first time since early Wednesday morning. “How was camp today?” 

“It was fun, look at the bracelet I made!” Hazel excitedly told him, holding up her wrist and showing Chris the colorful bracelet. “Then Ellie took me to Target and let me pick out a new toy!” 

Ellie gasped just as Chris met her eyes and gave her an amused look, saying to the little girl, “Hazel! That was supposed to be our secret!” 

“As if I didn’t already know you spoil her like crazy,” Chris laughed, kissing Hazel’s forehead again and giving her one last squeeze – and tickle – before he stood up.

Ellie just playfully stuck her tongue out at Chris, making him laugh before he made his way over to her and finally got the kiss they both were eager to share. It didn’t last long, everyone getting into their dinner routine of Chris pulling out all the plates and getting drinks for everyone, Hazel getting the napkins and silverware, while Ellie finished the food and dished it up. 

With the warm weather, they took their meal out to the deck, enjoying the sunshine while they ate. Hazel had barely finished her last bite before asking if she could play in the sprinkler, Chris easily agreeing and moving to turn it on for her while she changed into her swimsuit. Hazel came running back out to start hopping through the spray of water while Dodger chased her. Both he and Ellie enjoyed the amusing entertainment and sounds of her giggling before they each sat back in their chairs after finishing the meal. 

“How did everything go today?” Chris asked her curiously, his voice low as his eyes followed the girl and happy dog.

“Good,” Ellie shrugged, twirling her fork around the spaghetti. “We had a talk about Ashlee.” 

His eyebrows raised in surprise from behind his dark sunglasses. “Oh did you?” He asked, reaching to take a sip from his wine. 

“She’s still working through her feelings and I think is just feeling upset about everything. She told me how much she misses Ashlee so I told her that she needs to tell her that when we drop her off tomorrow,” Ellie explained, giving him a soft smile of reassurance.

“Thank you Elles, you’ve just been… incredible through all of this,” he paused, shaking his head in awe. “And Ashlee recognizes that too. She said so when I talked to her on the way home.” 

Ellie raised her eyebrows quickly at the mention of Ashlee, giving him a slight frown. “I hope that conversation went well.” 

“It did. We were just figuring out where to meet tomorrow when we swap Hazel since we’re going to meet halfway,” he shrugged, leaning away from his empty plate and looking back out at Hazel with a fond smile. “I also talked to her about something else…” 

“That sounds a little ominous,” Ellie huffed out a laugh.

“No, it’s good,” he reassured her, pausing before he grinned slightly. “We had always agreed that neither of us would have anyone spend the night while Hazel is in the house, but we’re breaking that for you.” 

“Oh Chris, are you sure? Is Ashlee okay with that?” She hurriedly asked, her cheeks warming.

“We agreed that it’s not fair for you to help out so much with Hazel and then also not ever get any time to ourselves,” he explained with a shrug, a slight, brief smirk on his lips. “And I know that you’re going to say you don’t mind but I do. It’s not good for our relationship to never be able to be alone… and I miss you, Elles. I miss us being together.” 

“I do too,” Ellie admitted honestly, tilting her head as she watched him. “I can’t wait for our camping trip this weekend.” 

“God, me too. It’s our first time being alone since all of this started over a month ago,” Chris sighed, shaking his head.

Ellie raised an eyebrow, her voice dry as she replied, “Trust me, I know.” 

“Don’t worry, I’m going to make it up to you this weekend,” Chris promised, before he paused with a large smirk. “And then some.” 

The promise was on the forefront of his mind, and Chris was determined to keep his word the next day as they drove out to a campsite. They’d already dropped Dodger off at Scott’s that morning, followed by handing off Hazel to Ashlee at a McDonald’s just off the highway about an hour outside of the city. And while they were filled with excitement, there was that overwhelming sense of peace Chris always felt when he was with Ellie, the feeling of her hand in his as they drove making him feel as if everything was right with the world. 

Their hands stayed connected as they hiked out to the lake, finding the spot Chris used to spend a lot of time at before Hazel or Ashlee were ever in his life and it felt so good to be back. They dropped their packs before Chris pulled out the good sized tent, getting straight to work setting it up while Ellie organized their cooking supplies and set them up neatly. 

Chris was so engrossed in setting up the tent that he didn’t even look over at Ellie until he was completely finished with it but once his gaze met hers, nothing else was on his mind. He found her sitting on a nearby rock, her shoes long gone and blonde hair starting to fall out of its ponytail. The baggy gray tee shirt clung to her glistening skin and those tiny spandex shorts showing off her long legs. 

His voice was low and reverberated inside his chest while he told her with hunger in his eyes, “C’mere.” 

Ellie’s brows furrowed as she let out a short laugh, asking him, “Why?” 

“I think you know why,” Chris told her as he moved closer, coming to rest in front of her as she squinted up at him and into the sunlight. 

“I didn’t realize the woods got you so worked up,” she laughed as a sideways grin appeared on her lips. 

He shrugged, his lips pursed playfully as he simply replied, “They don’t, but finally having you all to myself does.” 

And Chris knew just how that was. The past month had been full of so many ups and downs, first with his emotions going for a roller coaster ride with finding out Ashlee’s news and then having to tell Hazel and have the fallout of her feelings that came after. Ellie had been nothing but kind and patient through it all, but the circumstances had only allowed them to be in bed together once, and it had ended up being quick with Ellie having to leave for the bakery soon after. 

It felt like heaven when his lips were finally on hers again without having to hold anything back, and by the way Ellie was rubbing her body up against him like a kitten, he could tell that he wasn’t the only one who had missed this. They kept kissing and kissing fervently out in the sunshine, the peaceful sounds of nature around them mixed with a few grunts that came from Chris’ lips and Ellie’s little sighs as he sucked on her bottom lip. 

He started walking her a little closer to the tent, his hands grabbing her shirt in the process and tossing it over to land on the nearby backpack, telling her, “You’re not going to need that.” His lips attached back to her neck while his fingers unclipped her bra, easily pulling that off, “Or this.” 

“Probably not these either,” Ellie smiled, hooking her fingers into her tiny shorts and shoved them down her legs, leaving Chris feeling as if he was going to pass out, getting to see her naked frame glistening in the bright sunshine. 

He walked them backwards as she met his lips, her hand keeping his face pressed to hers as they entered the tent. She only broke away from his lips to zip the flap of the tent, and once she turned around, his heart began racing. Chris was internally thankful that he had the foresight to pump up the air mattress at the same time he set up the tent, already having Ellie laying out on it, her blonde hair falling around her face while she reached out for him. 

“God, I missed you like this, Elles,” he practically panted as he looked at her, seeing the desperation in her eyes. 

But she didn’t get a chance to respond to him, Chris not being able to wait any longer to lower his face down, pressing his lips along her thighs before he reached his destination. He loved hearing the hitch in her throat when he placed a tender kiss right above her slit while he wrapped his thick arms underneath her legs, snaking them around to hold onto her hips. Chris could feel his own desire pressing hard against his shorts but he pushed that from his mind as he dove in in one swift move. 

A shiver ran down his spine and he wasn’t sure if it was from getting to finally taste her again, hearing the sharp gasp that came from those beautiful pink lips, or the way her back arched in response to him. He tightened his hold on her hips, pulling her lower half even tighter to him, letting his tongue rub along every part of her warm core and only making the temperature in the tent get hotter. 

He didn’t let up, meticulously moving his tongue up and down just the way she liked, causing Ellie to wriggle and writhe underneath him. Chris almost forgot how sensual she looked when she was this way, thighs clenching tightly around his shoulders while her back kept arching and falling like the crashing of the ocean waves. He loved the feel of her soft skin against his touch while her melodic cries filled his ears, her body clenching and inviting his tongue to go wherever it pleased. 

Normally he loved to bring her to her peak this way, getting to kiss her soft body as she came down from her high and slowly move into easing inside her, but this time was different. They both wanted each other, and they wanted it bad. He knew there would be more than enough time for romanticism, tenderness, and slowness, but he wanted her fully cognizant, desperate, and needy for him, and that’s exactly what he got when he pulled his glistening beard away from her. 

“No, no, please baby,” she whined, her hands moving helplessly towards him. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to leave you hanging, sweet girl,” he promised with a smirk, leaning down and kissing the closest patch of skin and earning a sharp intake of breath. 

He watched the way she rubbed a hand along her face that was tightly screwed up, her body begging him for more. Chris was absolutely throbbing as he gazed at her, peeling off his clothing as quickly as he could and got back to pin her underneath his broad frame. He started nipping along her shoulder while he used a hand to line himself up at her wet entrance and pushed in gently, knowing that she might need a moment to adjust but when Ellie just whined and rolled her body up against his, hands clutching at his neck, he knew that she was more than ready. 

Chris began to find a steady pace, using his effortless strength to snap his hips in hard and deep with each thrust, causing Ellie’s fingertips to dig into his shoulders from the deep pleasure. He could barely hang on himself, it had been so long since he was tucked deep inside her warm inviting walls that hugged him so tightly. He needed this – no they needed this and their ragged breath informed one another just how much. 

“Elles, I can’t,” he grunted, pausing as he let out a shuddering breath. “I can’t make it much longer.” 

As if replying to him, her legs wrapped around his firm backside and only pulled him into her even deeper, wordlessly saying she wanted whatever he was going to give her. He tried to steady his breathing and keep going but God, she just felt so fucking good and the way she was moaning was something he knew he wouldn’t soon forget. He kept thrusting firm deliberate thrusts while bringing his hand down so that his thumb could start rubbing quick circles against her sensitive clit, making her whole body grow rigid as she clung to him. 

He tried to hang on but just couldn’t handle the sensations, unable to stop himself from spilling out his white hot essence inside of her with a strangled “Fuck,” as he did so. Chris’ breathing was uneven and his hips were still but he kept working at her clit, only having to give a few more tight, pressing circular motions to have her body tightening up before finally having that mind blowing release that was written all over her beautiful face. 

But now, as he gently pulled his softening length out of her and they caught their breath, he got what they had missed out on earlier. Chris laid down next to her and got to pull her sweaty body up against his own, kissing at the top of her head while he just held her, loving nothing more than feeling her tucked inside his embrace. 

He was halfway to sleep when he felt Ellie move her head against the sweaty skin of his neck, and her voice was quiet as she asked him, “So is this a good birthday present? Even if it was a little delayed.” 

“The best.”

A/N: Only two chapters left! We can't wait for you to read more and would love to hear your thoughts.

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[starsfic]

Prompt: Spicynoodles with Red helping and working through MK’s pregnancy hormones

Anon: Red Son recording his relationship progress with Xiaotian starting with him not realizing he has a crush on him to him holding his child to close to him as he nuzzles them and Xiaotian

“Baba’s crying.”

That was one of the last things you wanted to hear when you walked into your home. Red blinked at his daughter. Huiying stared back, her little monkey tail swishing back and forth as she held her DBK plushie. “Why is Baba crying?” he decided to ask.

“I dunno.” Very helpful. She gave a little shrug at his unimpressed stare. “He was cleaning up the office and said he found something of yours.”

Red raised a brow. “Something of mine?” That…didn’t really explain anything. As far as he knew, he didn’t really have anything that would make Noodle Boy cry. Maybe some awkward attempts at first courting gifts, but nothing else. “Okay, then. I’ll go see if he’s alright.”

Huiying nodded. “Okay, Bama.”

The office upstairs was split down the middle. On one side was Red, where he took business calls and questions about his patents. On the other was Xiaotian’s side, where he took and answered emails about commissions or the JTTW webcomic that had been his main source of income for the past few months. It was also their storage closet, which would explain the cleaning.

But not the crying.

“Noodle Boy?” he called, knocking on the doorway. “I’ve got your snacks!” Pregnancy gave Xiaotian the munchies. A sniffle was his answer. Sitting on the floor, his Noodle Boy stared up at him with watery eyes. “What’s wrong?” Red said, raising a brow. “Are you hurt?” Xiaotian shook his head. “...is it hormones?”

Xiaotian managed some twist of a nod and a shake. “You…you love me.” he whimpered.

That sounded weird. “I would hope so, considering we’re about to have two children together.”

“That’s not what I mean.” Xiaotian wheezed, a fresh stream of tears rolling down his cheeks. “You…” He gestured at the box he was holding. “You love me…”

What was he looking at? Red sat next to him, setting the bag of snacks aside, before peeking into the box. The moment he saw what was in the box, his blood ran cold. Old-fashioned audio logs sat there, with a player on top. The date on the log was the most recent one, recorded three years ago.

“You weren’t ever supposed to see these.” Red moved to grab the box and yank it out of reach, but Xiaotian grabbed it first. “C’mon, Noodle Boy, they’re embarrassing…”

“If you don’t think Xiaojiao doesn’t have pictures and videos of me mooning over you,” Xiaotian wiped at his face, a laugh escaping him. “Then you’re wrong.” Red opened his mouth and then paused. That was a fair point.

“Baba? Bama?” The two turned to see Huiying in the doorway. “Is Baba okay?”

Xiaotian held out his arms and their daughter was already moving into his arms. “Baba’s okay, sweetie.” He kissed her brow. “Bama and I were just talking about doing something special for the baby.”

“Really?”

Shit. Red couldn’t say no. Not with those faces staring at him. He nodded. “Yes.” He said, grabbing at the box. Yep, his recording equipment was packed up in here. “Just give me a moment...”

Soon enough, the recorder was ready.

“Huiying, can you say today’s date?”

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[xstarvibezx]

Monkey King didn't expect this at all. . .I mean- he has seen a lot of things in his life, and literally experienced a lot of shit, but what was he NOT expecting was his successor, Mk, aka the Monkie KID, wearing that all too familiar cursed crown at all.

The monkey knew the kid gets himself in trouble a lot, but how the FUCK did the kid get this fillet? WHERE did he get it? And WHY does he have it on? He knew the kid was smart, but surely he knew he shouldn't pick up random cursed items, right?

Thats when Wukong mentally facepalmed himself, OF COURSE Mk would pick up random cursed shit! What was he thinking?! "Okay, okay, kid. I have a few questions, where did you get that?" He pointed to the fillet. "And why did you have it on?" He asked, trying to remain calm as possible but his worry and concern growing for the kid.

"Oh! You mean this cool looking crown I woke up with?" Mk glanced up at the fillet, shrugging. "Dunno." He answered honestly, "It looks kinda cool so, I don't think its that bad." He laughed a bit. Wukong felt his tail flicked angrily, he was angry. Towards the kid? No. Towards whoever did this? Yes.

"Who knows about this?" He demanded, pointing at the fillet again. He then placed his paws on Mk's shoulders, staring at him. "Uhh. . .Pigsy and Tang? Because well-" "Okay." Wukong cut him off, nodding. Surely whoever put this on wouldn't be this cruel to put a fillet on a KID right?

Macaque? No, the shadow monkey wouldn't do *that* right? He knew Macaque was cruel, but he wasn't this cruel, right? "Uhh. . .Monkey King? Are you okay?" Mk's voice made him snap to reality, looking at him. "Do you know what this is?" The kid asked.

Wukong felt his nerves flared up a bit. How the hell was he supposed to tell a kid that he had a cursed crown on and is not able to take it off? The monkey glanced away, trying to figure out how to answer his question.

"Hey kid, you got a cursed crown on your head and you aren't able to take it off untill the one who placed it on does. Sooo, you'll be having major painful headaches and wellll---shit's gonna happen."

No. No. That was a little to straight forward and maybe just complete stress panic for the kid. Fuck, his successor shouldn't even have it on at all! "Monkey king?" Mk tipped his head to one side, trying to figure out what his mentor was thinking.

"Heyyy,,,so kid, you got a crown and its cursed. I don't know how to take it off exactly but, here's the thing, you'll feel a lot of pain."

That sounds a bit more cruel. He wasn't that cruel! He was just a sweet lovable monkey,,,who just has issues to work out whenever he felt like it. Monkey King looked at his apprentice, and wasn't sure how to answer. "Nooooo~ I don't know what that is, however I do know is that its dangerous and it needs to be taken off soon." He laughed awkwardly, patting Mk's shoulder.

How the fuck is he gonna tell the kid?. . .

The more Monkey King thought about it, the more he knew he shouldn't tell Mk what it really was. He took a deep breath and gave the kid his classic confident smirk. "Just go back to delivering noodles or something, then come back for more training and--" "I already delivered most of the noodles today." Mk reminded him, pulling out his phone, presumably checking the time.

Wukong sweated. "Ah." He spoke, not really sure how to respond. "Ah-Nevermind! Day off!" He laughed awkwardly and started shoving the poor confused kid out of his cave. "We'll talk later! I promise!" He promised. "Uhh. . .but-" "Not now kid, I need to go and do. . . .things." Wukong smirked, trying to reassure his successor.

Mk blinked, before frowning. "Okay. ." He sighed, understandably upset, he then started to leave the cave completely. Wukong felt a little bad for kicking the kid out for now, but he needed to figure out why the noodle delivery boy had the crown on.

And HOW he got it as well.

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[galaxofmuses]

Mentorships Pt. 1

Preparing for a week , anyone expects the adventurer and part time hero of Gaia to pack and prepare their things. Unfortunately that is not the case for Sky.

They decided to some Zone hop into an unfamiliar warp ring and land on an unfamiliar alleyway. Scratching his head, as he looks around to see strange citizens and feeling well..the odd one out. As the strangers start to notice that he looks more alien than anyone. Trying to greet them with a wave and the others respond in panic and concern. Backing away with a panic, he enters a shop to hide.

Out of all the places it was Pigsy's noodles. 

With a sigh of relief and lookng up to see a customer looking confused and Sky putting his hands up, but realizes that this isn't going to fly and quickly puts his hands back in his jacket pockets. He finally speaks up at the seemingly unafraid stranger sitting at the bar. ”Y-Yo! Uhh....Smells pretty good over there.“ Skyler is trying to break the ice so badly. This particular stranger is clearly interested and especially noticing that their hands are unique. “Indeed, it is Pigsy's famous noodles after all umm...Sir?” The other blinks, but gets started now that the hedgehog actually rushed in front of him. The handshake gesture is ready to go and a grin. ”Skyler! It's nice to meet ya!“

The stranger smiles in return and accepts the hand. ”Tang, a pleasure Skyler.“ 

The two eventually start talking and explaining about Megapolis and Skyler explaining about their planet Earth or also known as Gaia. The two exchange so much information and Skyler does eventually order a bowl of noodles since the praise from Tang made him curious. Of course trying to calm Pigsy down from anger that Skyler did not order a single thing for a while. It can't be helped that Sky loves to connect with anyone every time they zone hops to a different place. On top of that, The food was actually delicious. The consistency of the noodles is perfect and bouncy, the char siu is perfectly cooked and the broth is simmered to the right temperature and last of all, the onions give the texture and crunch. It was a simple recipe and made out of love. 

As Skyler finishes his bowl of noodles and sees the bill slide towards them by Pigsy. With a confident grin, he hands him a couple of rings, then dawns on him that he forgot...it's not another Zone. Gulps and nervously looks as the chef frowns at them. 

“You think this is a joke? I run a 5 star establishment!” The pig cries out in frustration, but as Tang was about to correct that response, the chef retorts back to him. "Don't ya even think about it! I know you're gonna say another iou ,while you have another bunch of ious!” Tang chuckles in response as he puts his arms up in guilt. “Now now, they are a visitor. Why don't you give him a discount?” The chef was getting more and more aggravated and sees Skyler trying to collect his rings and almost fumbling. Pigsy furiously points at the hedgehog. “You! I dunno where ya came from, but you're gonna have to pay! For reals this time!” 

Meanwhile MK just finished another round of deliveries and does the usual shoutout. “Pigsy! I just finished myyyy....uhhh...Did I miss something?” With timing, Pigsy caught an idea, a solution. “Porcupine! You're gonna help the delivery boy!” 

Sky and Mk cry out in unison. “What?!” Pigsy roars with laughter. “...Can you handle these orders?I” He dramatically points at the huge pile of fresh new orders waiting to be delivered. Skyler was expecting something worse and shrugs it off. “I can do it.” Pigsy raises a brow from suspicion. “Hmph! We'll see about that kid.” 

 Later on,  Mk and Skyler are both in the delivery car and the silence was deafening for both of them. Skyler finally pops in a question “...So uhh...How long have ya been working with Pigsy?“ The kid chuckles and looks back at the hedgehog. “Me? Well...most of my life really. He's the one who always takes care of me when I was a kid.” “Well aren't you a kid?” Sky tilts his head in confusion. “Me?! I'm an adult thank you very much!” Mk quickly attempts to cover up his Monkey King comics in his delivery car. That made the hedgehog chuckle and change the subject with more random small talks. As the car stops to the first destination, Sky does a bit of a stretch and turns to look at MK. “Sooo...all I gotta do is to deliver all of these?” Mk nods and holds the phone that shows the destination. ”I'm sure y- '' With no hesitiation, Skyler takes the deliveries and even Mk's phone and within a second or two the cart is completely empty. MK blinks once and even twice to check what even happened. Skyler comes back with pockets of tips and some even treats from the kids of each neighborhood. ”Sooo yeah. It's done.“ 

MK's jaw dropped dramatically and with stars in his eyes and started to blabber away. “H-How did you do that?! Do you have super powers or something? I don't know how you do that fast! I just blinked!” Skyler had to stop MK from asking anymore questions and chuckling “Woah-ho-ho! Hey! I'll...I'll explain when we get ba-'' Checking on the back of the car, he sees one more order left. 

“Okay! Nevermind! we got one more order to deliver...uhhh where's it at?” Sky looks down at the phone and raises his brow. “Huh...looks pretty far away...” Mk takes the phone and looks at the location and makes him smirk. “I know where it is . Hop on Skyler.” As the two take off, both start to talk about each other's adventures and MK absolutely gushes about the Monkey King which really got Skyler intrigued. The hedgehog loves to listen to legends and tales and to the fact that MK is a student from this so-called legend. It's hard to believe, but Skyler has the itching curiosity to try to ask MK for a spar, but he decides to hold back.

Meanwhile MK was asking more about his adventures and his friends. It's quite a coinsidence that both of them have a very close knit and found family type of bonding with both of their friends. Eventually the small talks broke off as they reached a gorgeous sight. It was the place where the Monkey King resides. Skyler was excited to meet the king itself, but....he wasn't home. The two both sigh in dissapointment. “Man that's a bummer....I thought I would meet him.” Skyler folding his arms and frowns from this. MK ponders for a moment and checks the phone and sees the extra note. “....Oh...the meal is for us? Oh come onnnn! We could have gone back home to my place! Or we could have hit the arcade after or we co-” As MK whines away from this situation as Skyler decided to look around and was fascinated by the place and stopped to stare at  the view of the city. The sun is starting to set down and it was a perfect time to take a tiny break. “Hey MK! Ya gotta see this!” MK did eventually stop complaining and went over to check the view out. “Huh...it's been awhile since I've seen the city glow like this.” Skyler chuckles and looks back at MK. “Hey, maybe there is a reason why he brought us here.” Both of them eventually sat down and started eating the delivered meal. Finally realizing that both of them are pretty hungry after that long trip. The two share more stories, some we're happy, some we're sad, but most of all it was a lot of laughter and joy. 

“Heh...Man...You got a lot of cool adventures MK....Ya know...I would like to do some adventures with you someday...Well...Maybe when the city doesn't get invaded by monsters or something.” Skyler grins in response. Mk chuckles nervously and knowing that his home is always in danger in some shape or form. “Well can't guarantee but I would love to have you around more. Like dude! Super speed and kicking butt at the same time?! That's pretty awesome!” 

The two laugh and as the energy calmed down for the two. “Hey, so since you're gonna eventually be part of a legend, you ever thought of someone passing down the torch?” Mk stops midway from slurping his noodles and eventually finish the rest of the food and swallows quickly. “Passing the down the torch for another student? Gosh....I...I never really thought that far.” Skyler ponders at this moment and then an idea pops. “Hey! I know! I can be your student! I'm willing to try out new things!” With horrible timing, Mk was drinking halfway with his can of peach tea soda and spits it out.

“Wh-What?! Are you serious?”

The hedgehog looks at the other and grinning with confidence and nods. “Yeah! But! I'm gonna meet up with Uncle Chuck in about a week and I think you would be a...cool teacher?“  The two gaze into each other's eyes as the sun continues to dip. MK realizes that with Skyler's abilities and along with the Monkey King's abilities combined, they would be an unstoppable force. With a grin in return, he puts the take out aside. 

”Well, In that case....I would gladly take you in...My pupil.“ Mk gives Skyler a formal bow. 

Skyler watches MK accepting the idea and the spark of excitement in their eyes glisten. “Well...In that case....I am honored to be your student.” He bows in return. 

As the two bow down in agreement, both of them look up at each other and then grins excitedly with glee. Not knowing from afar that the Monkey King was watching these two youthful students are getting along quite well. Sure he is interested in where Skyler lives, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that his pupil is going to learn a very harsh lesson in the future. 

One Week Later

Uncle Chuck is on the edge of the Secret Forest and waiting for Skyler to meet up with him. “Hrmm...with those quick feet of his. I thought he would arrive by now.” muttering out loud to himself.

“What are ya sayin' Unc? I'm here.” 

That starts with the elderly hedgehog and sees a much more cheerful hedgehog despite the corruption on his quills still spreading. “O-Oh! Sorry Sonny boy!...Say...You look quite happy.”

Skyler wears his gloves, jacket and hoodie combo, but no longer wears the flannel and jeans. The necklace is still around their neck and his red shoes remain. But there is a red ribbon on the left arm of the jacket with an unfamiliar symbol. Carrying a backpack full of things and ready to go. 

”I'm feeling a bit better Uncle Chuck and I think I'm ready for another adventure.“ 

#long post #:: headcanon :: #:: Drabble :: #drabble #:: Ver; Main; I can chase another day :: #:: Side Muse; Uncle Chuck | Charles Luxhart ; AU ; Echoes in the Chambers of Our Heart :: #:: Ver; Main; Where there is true will there is always a way :: #:: MK and Sonic/Skyler; Teaching is the greatest act of optimism :: #// It's finally done! Writing Art Streams are a godsend and I am definitely going to do more!

[daisymakesstuff]

Book 2 Alternate Snippets - Pax Izaz

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles Pairing: Farah x Detective Intended for Pax Izaz, but this is first-person and none of these passages are actually gendered.

Word Count (quotes excluded): 628 words Description: A series of minor canon divergences, not intended to change the course of the story but to reflect the personality of a specific detective. In this case, an impulsive science detective. Purple text indicates direct quotes used to provide context for the reader. -------------------------------------------

Book 2 Chapter 3

"That wasn't exactly normal circumstances."

"No, I guess not," she says with a sigh. "I just want to be strong enough next time. In case you need me." She runs a hand down her arm and then back up. "You know, 'cause I kinda want you to need me. Maybe, I dunno…whatever, you know."

“I don’t need you,” I state simply, “but I think I want you.” 

Book 2 Chapter 4

Where the mess has bled across one eye, the whole iris and pupil have turned grey and blank, and the eye is rimmed in red.

They reach out a hand, long fingers ending in talons exhibiting the same spread of whatever is blistering over their skin. "Help…me…."

The supernatural splutters a cough, a dribble of white froth oozing from their mouth. A pained frown pinches what features I can still see on their face together into a tight knot. 

"Please…" They fall to the ground. 

"What the…," Farah begins, her words trailing off. She flicks her head to the side to stare wide-eyed at me. "Now what?"

I search the ground for a decently long stick. When I find a satisfactory one, I approach the body, reaching out to poke the creature with the tip of it. The creature moans in pain, but none of the boils explode or anything cool. 

“What are you doing?” Farah hisses uncertainly. 

“They might be contagious. This is a safety precaution.” 

Book 2 Chapter 5

Adam runs his fingers along his  jaw. "We don't have enough details to make a real assessment yet." Then, in a move so surprising I almost flinch, Adam looks towards me as though waiting for my opinion on the situation.

“We won’t know what’s really happening unless we investigate. Might as well get stuck in,” I say with a shrug.

Book 2 Chapter 7 (I swear these 5 words become very relevant later)

"Thanks," she says with a laugh. "Nice to know you've got me." There's no joking in those words, and her eyes glimmer as she gazes at me.

"I always will," I say, almost fumbling the words.

Farah’s grin falters a little. Her fingers slide over mine, which are still holding onto her arm. "Really?"

It's a simple question and a single word, but so much weight hangs on it that I almost slump against the pole in front of me. I nod. "Of course. You’re my partner in crime.”

Book 2 Chapter 9

"Uh, hello?" I call, battering through the argument. "Considering it's my life, maybe I should be the one to make the decision."

Nate looks almost horrified for not thinking of it sooner. "I'm so sorry, Pax. You're completely right. This is wholly your decision."

Learning how to defend myself physically would give me an advantage in combat situations. But researching more about them might help me avoid the danger of combat altogether.

Both sides have their merits, but I know I can only focus on one for now.

"I should probably focus on research for now," I say, giving a nod over at Nate. “I have the arm strength of a noodle. Combat lessons are going to do little."

Adam looks me over. “That may be a generous evaluation,” he states dryly. I try to hold back the smile that threatens to form. 

“Adam!” Nate hisses. Adam and I both look to each other. I notice his expression is tinged with a hint of a smile too.

Book 2 Chapter 15

I almost choke on my own breath as excitement explodes inside of me. "Are you serious? Actual werewolves?"

Farah chuckles. "Perk your interest, do they?"

"Don't get your hopes up, Detective. I doubt they'll live up to any expectation you may have conjured about them," Adam states with clipped words.

“Do they shift into vaguely wolf-like creatures?” I ask. 

“Yes,” Nate answers. I nod firmly and look back to Adam. 

“Then my expectations have been met.” 

Book 2 Chapter 17 

With all of this fallout now over, I decide to head home and wait for news on what comes next. 

The strange wash of comfort Farah’s presence gave me earlier still clings to the edges of my mind on the drive home, slowly fading the further from the warehouse I get. Naturally, that leads my train of thought back to the reason we were together in the first place: Sanja’s death. 

This seems like one of those times where others, if I bothered to tell them anymore, would think I should feel more guilt about the situation. I don’t. Mostly, I’m confused— no, curious is a better word— about my own response. I meant to go to Sanja, but Farah made that pained, desperate noise and instinct took over. 

I’m still mulling everything over by the time I get back into my apartment, and there’s no way I’ll be getting to sleep without some sort of closure. Tina is usually helpful in confusing social situations, and much more amenable to late-night calls than Verda, so I call her. 

“Tina. Something is wrong with me,” I blurt out when the line connects.

“Well that’s ominous. You want to give a girl more details, Pax? Are you okay?” The tension in Tina’s voice has me thinking back over what I said. 

“Physically, I'm fine,” I assure her, “but there was an incident today— nothing you need to worry about— but it would’ve been better if I maintained a clear head and focused on the task.” 

“And you didn’t!?” Tina teases with a mock gasp of shock. 

“No,” I pause to consider the best way to explain the situation without revealing the truth, “I helped Farah instead of doing my job.” 

“That’s because you have a massive crush on her.”

“Oh,” the truth of the words hits me like a brick, “that’s what it is?”

Book 2 Chapter 19

The beat of the music around us matches my heart rate, thumping against my ribs and driving me even closer to her.

A soft smile tugs on Farah's face, and my body erupts into a shiver. "I would still…like us," she stammers.

Farah's hand, the one unencumbered by cotton candy, hangs limply at her side.

For as long as I can remember, hand holding has been an annoyance. My earliest memories of it are of an adult holding my hand as a form of restraint. It’s always felt like too much contact for such a small surface area, an overwhelming sensation that only serves to constrain one of the most useful tools available to the human body.

I slip my hand into Farah's and give it a gentle, experimental squeeze.

"Let's just take it slow for now," I say.

But Farah barely seems to hear me. Delight is spreading across her face as she looks down at our joined hands.

The sensation is...surprisingly pleasant. Perhaps Tina was right.

"Then let's have some fun," Farah calls before taking off into the crowds with a grin. I follow behind, hand in hand, letting out a laugh.

Suddenly, I realize that maybe holding hands is a way to take someone with you, rather than to hold them back.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc fanfiction #twc fanfic #this is kind of experimental tbh #also several years from now when Book 4 comes out I will once again need to be reminded wtf my detectives were like lol #pax izaz #my fanfic

[calcifersfireplaceao3-moved]

Show: Stranger Things

Ship: Lumax (Lucas/Max)

Rating: General, pure fluff 

tags: post canon, a year later

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"Wow. There are so, many, nerds here." 

"Nerds? Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Ghostbuster, it's only uncool when it's medieval times?" Max snorts and Lucas looks pained.

"Popular culture and pretending to be blacksmiths are two very different things, Max." 

"Shut up, Lucas, you think it's cool, too!" Dustin says, punching him in the arm as he passes.

No way, Lucas mouths at her dramatically to make her laugh, it works and she smiles and rolls her eyes in pretend exasperation. 

The rest of the gaggle of their friends filter past them, the older teens heading towards what a sign directs as jousting. Will and El lingering at a potions stand, El wide-eyed as the seller waves her fingers and goes on about the properties of newt tails. Mike is pretending to be too grown up for this just like Lucas but is drifting towards the display of real metal armor, Dustin already enthusiastically enthralled in conversation with the display manager. 

When Dustin first pitched the idea she'd thought it was incredibly stupid, who even goes to things like "Renaissance Faires" other than weird nerds obsessed with elves or that new movie The Princess Bride- speaking of there's at least two dread pirate Robert's she's seen already. There was an air of anticipation in the car that was contagious though, and two hours from Hawkins and five bucks each sounded like a waste of a day at the time but the more Dustin talked about it the more it seemed like it could be fun. 

Max doesn't know where to start, there's wooden signs with Ye Old Timey font carved into them pointing towards various things but she's not exactly sure what some of it means- or if they'd even be fun to see. She still walks pretty slow and has her cane just in case she needs it but today is a very good day. As much as she hates to admit it there is something magical about this stupid little fake town. The swords may be spray painted pool noodles but there's real live horses and that's pretty neat.

"What's a melee?" Max asks, pointing at the sign. Lucas comes up beside her and shrugs.

"It's a type of attack in DnD, but it just means hitting someone with, like, a weapon instead of magic."

"Huh. Maybe it's people beating each other up, then."

"I dunno," Lucas leans down and wiggles his eyebrows, "want to go check it out?" 

She rolls her eyes but takes his offered hand easily. As they walk through the crowded dirt paths there's so many people in costumes it's hard to tell who's part of the event and who are patrons and Max is starting to think that it's not so uncool. There's a quartet of women with perfectly coiled hair and tight corsets singing in a high choral harmony; they've attracted a small crowd and people are putting money in a fancy basket sitting at their feet, the singers waving and winking at the crowd as they perform.

"You're pretty good at that, you could join that group, wander around singing silly songs all day." Lucas laughs, dodging her attempt to shove him over. 

"Very funny, Lucas, I wonder if they're hiring any jesters – you'd be a shoe-in." He pretends to be mortified, fanning himself and holding a head to his forehead like he needs a fainting couch as she laughs.

Eventually she gets winded though, thankfully just in time to see the stands surrounding a ring marked off with hay bales. Lucas sets her up, shrugging off his backpack and offering her a water bottle and snacks as they wait for whatever this "melee" will be when it starts, sharing peanut butter crackers and bad jokes.

Scratch anything she said that made fun of this place, the melee is cool. Very cool. Quickly they both stop snickering and getting invested in the fight. Players being knocked down and tagged out one by one, each person in their own colors and fans in the crowd, the swords may be fake but the skill is real and it is awesome. The fight comes down to two people, a slight figure with a full helmet obscuring their face and a huge man dressed like a Viking. The smaller figure is faster though and within seconds they've tapped their opponent enough times for the ref to call him out. When they reach up and pull free their helm, free hand raised in a fist of victory there's a quiet hush before a deafening cheer. The champion is a girl, smug and confident, jeering at the people booing her and laughing it up with those cheering her on.

"Okay, no, I want to do that." Max says excitedly to Lucas, grabbing his arm. 

Lucas smiles at her before leaning down and giving her a quick peck on the lips, "Yeah? You'd kick ass for sure."

"There they are!" She can hear Dustin shout and sees him waving enthusiastically at them, metal helmet under his arm and fake sword in hand.

"Okay, that's gotta be the coolest thing so far, so what if the lances weren't wooden, it was real, live, jousting." Robin is talking off both Nancy and Jonathan's ears as they meet up with the pair.

A hand comes down on her head and ruffles her hair, "You good, Mayfield?" Steve, ever the mother hen, asks her. 

"Perfect." And this time it isn't sarcastic.

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That was a very cute request, thank you @hollysoveralls ! I hope you like it :)

I’ve never been to a ren faire but boy do I want to

#prompts #stranger things #lumax #mucas #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #max/lucas #my writing

[edgeofn1ght]

doMAYstic: day 7

Prompt: Nothing in the fridge Fandom: Star Wars Relationship: Obikin (gen/sfw) Words: 470 A/N: modern setting, written with my Obi-Wan & Anakin from Smoke Me and Never Quit Me in mind, but it's not necessary to have read that first; goes along with Days 1-5

Anakin opened the fridge and peered inside, sighing when he found just what he knew to be there – a whole lotta nothing. 

Obi-Wan had been gone for almost a week and was due to return home within the next couple of days, but Anakin couldn't find the time or the motivation (mostly the motivation) to go to the grocery store.

He had run out of food in the house about two days after Obi-Wan left, and since then it had been takeaways, some fast food, and 99 cent cups of noodles. If Obi-Wan had been here, he surely would have lectured him on eating better and spending so much money on food with nothing substantial to show for it. 

But Obi-Wan wasn't here. He had left Anakin alone to go to a stupid work conference, so it was his fault really. 

He closed the door and took out his phone, hitting redial on the phone number for the local Chinese takeaway.

#

“Anakin! The food!” Anakin jerked up from where he was lying on the couch and turned towards the kitchen.

Obi-Wan had only been home for four hours, but most of that had been spent by Anakin showing him just how much he missed him, then a shower, and some unpacking. He wasn’t dumb enough to think the empty refrigerator wouldn’t come up, but he thought maybe he still had a little time. He turned his head just in time to see Obi-Wan come into the living room and put his hands on his hips. 

“Please tell me you just ran out of everything yesterday…” Obi-Wan started. Anakin sank down into the couch. “Anakin… how long have you been out of food?” Anakin shook his head as he continued his downward slide into the couch cushions. 

He looked up when Obi-Wan appeared in front of him, that eyebrow dangerously arched. 

“Anakin…”

The younger man crossed his arms over his chest. “Obi-Wan.”

“You’re the cook,” Obi-Wan sighed, his face softening. “Why didn’t you cook while I was gone?”

“I mean… I did,” Anakin shrugged one shoulder. “The first two nights…” he added more quietly. He shuffled around where he sat. “It just seemed, I dunno, a waste of time to cook only for myself.”

"Anakin just because you're going back for your masters doesn't mean you need to live like a university student again,” Obi-Wan replied then sat down on the couch next to Anakin, arms and thighs pressed against each other. “Now what are we supposed to have for dinner? I’m too tired to go out to the grocery store.”

Anakin laid his head gently on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, attempting to hide a smile, “We could order a Chinese takeaway, I think I’m their favorite customer.”  Obi-Wan finally huffed a laugh and it was so easy for Anakin to follow.

#domaystic2022 #obikin #my writing #fluff #modern setting

[vanellygal]

Supermarket Antics

Ship: Local Psychos (Corey Cunningham x Tommy Jarvis)

Corey and Tommy decide to go to the supermarket.

• Tommy talks Corey into pushing him in the cart, and they speed down empty aisles.

• Pool noodle fights? Yes, they will duel.

° There is a possibility they will take carts, use them as horses, and jost with the pool noodles too. They'll charge head on at each other.

• Tommy gets on one of the small tricycles and propels himself using his feet. Corey isn't too on board with it but nonetheless he ends up joining Tommy.

° Now there are two grown ass men on tricycles racing each other down the aisles.

° Tommy's trike falls apart and breaks, so they run and bail.

• Corey definitely uses the intercom and says something stupid or making a weird noise over the speakers. Tommy is cracking up on the side.

• Corey stocks up on some chocolate milk, and a random lady gives him a weird look. He stares back, like, "Do you have a problem?", and she backs off.

• Their journey ends with them being thrown out and banned from the store.

° They laugh it off. "Best day ever! That was worth it.", Tommy puts his fist up. "Damn straight!", Corey fist bumps him.

° Tommy puts his hands in his pockets, and then the realization hits him. "Well shoot, now where are we going to shop?". Corey just shrugs, "I dunno, I guess we'll have to figure it out.".

~ END

#Local Psychos #Corey Cunningham x Tommy Jarvis #Tommy Jarvis x Corey Cunningham #Corey x Tommy #Tommy x Corey #Friday the 13th #F13th #Halloween #Halloween Ends #Horror #Slashers #Headcanons #my writing #Drabble

[vforvadersvendetta]

I lay my head on his shoulder and try to imagine a world where I didn’t have children to remember Anakin. Where I didn’t have anything but the ring on my finger.

I fiddle with my own wedding band I refuse to take off, “one day. One day we’ll have them. Just.. maybe in death. Well- actually no. Mines not making it to heaven.” I murmur bitterly.

Ben nods a little and sighs in resignation, deciding to just sit quietly with you as you both reflect for a bit.

About three days later, Ruhn visits Vader again, this time taking his father some starfruit from the market.

Vader’s grin as he takes the fruit could probably light up the darkest of rooms, Ruhn thinks as he studies it.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he hums, immediately moving to the kitchen to slice it up for storage. “I was thinking I could cook for you today. There’s a pasta recipe I really want to try and- well it looks good. I’m going to put chicken on top and use creamy white sauce, is that okay?”

Ruhn stares at him for a moment. “I- don’t really know what all of that means,” he murmurs. “But yes I will try it. I like chicken.”

He sits up on the island in the kitchen while Vader cooks, watching and learning every step of the way. And then he takes his first bite of the pasta, cautious about how slimy the noodles make, but then grinning at the taste.

“This ‘s really good, dad,” he shoves another mouthful in, then starts to twirl the noodles around his fork as he chews.

Vader smiles. “I’m glad you like it. How has your week been?”

“Pretty okay,” Ruhn shrugs. “I’m really happy to be coming here. This is the reason my week is really okay.”

Vader’s brows furrow a little. “Really? My lava palace is… your favorite place right now.”

Ruhn shrugs again, sheepishly now. “I dunno it’s just- it’s you and me.” He murmurs. “I really like spending the quality time with you.”

“I enjoy it too, my son,” Vader reaches across the table to high five Ruhn before continuing with the rest of the day.

Ruhn once again leaves for home before it gets dark, walking into the living room. “Anyone? I’m home.”

[baconlettucetomatoeggs]

to create another self

ante script: there are two posts which i wanna make before making this that i forgot to do. one of them was this. thank god i remembered you while buying sotanghon (glass noodles! TIL)

with that, enjoy!

Her long hair pulled away from her face, braided and falling down her back, Mother Nature says, “Of course, I failed. Not just the drug test—I failed everything.” Not just as a nun, but throughout most of her life . . . She shrugs, her freckled shoulders under the tie-dyed straps, “So here I am.” The constellations shifting and crawling across her face, Mother Nature says, “I still needed someplace to hide.”

-"Under Cover". "Haunted" by Chuck Palahniuk

i dunno 'bout y'all but when i get older, i cant make any more selves. like what does it mean to create a new account?

for us who were under the grasps of Dummy World (you know, those facebook trend where you make dummy accounts just to get fucked on, psychosocially or even physically, if you're into that. there's a lot of romanticism and cringe-tastic wattpad stories though. that's because they're honest to themselves. looking back, i feel pity), escapism is as natural as breathing. you just heretofore and go on to your new life. everyday is a new day to live. this is why it's so special and very important for us to be at least grounded with our own selves. revealing out your RA (real account) to your close confidants doesnt mean succumbing to deadnames, but rather quitting and giving up transcendence and be together in something more sold (but not stalking enough. opsec always.) and idk, it's not a good memory? my peeps seen just gruesome tales from the other side of the screens. the thoughts we post are brutal as hell, not for the faint hearted. mixed with romanticisation of la chiuy* doesnt really do as much, aint it?

to create another account is to give up your identity. i forget who you are, and you forget about me. it means to actually disconnect. to fade.

and that's how it felt to me what creating new accounts were: the preparation of this new self, is not for anyone. there's a certain kind of genius to prepare such things. or y'know, do opsec :p

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carmen hermosillo talks on her pandora's vox essay about the commodification of identity. where all of our interaction into commodification. back then it was just random likes and threads to the fora she was under, but now it's literal money through ads and clicks.

it is a black hole. and we're all getting lost in the spectacle.

and that spectacle, of course, is real in measurable sense: you have parasocial breakups, parasocial love, parasocial sloppy kisses, parasocial sexting, parasocial orgies, parasocial Salò, parasocial everything. even existences is parasocial. there's no true self and even illusory to have such a thing to believe to; there's nothing real on the internet, or rather the desert of the Real encompasses the cyberspace virtuality

we are all just entities left and right, to disappear any moment, and im still deadass scared with that fading away. why? because i still have the meatspace that does not clone, recreate, duplicate, format, erase my own self. what i got is what shall i got. a write-only memory. a fully BTRFS filesystem without deduplication. a flash memory without TRIM

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to create another self means to exist in another plane of existence. to create another self means to be in another place, in another time. the forum's all ran down but the phpbb still works. you're still here in the thick orange haze.

to create another self means to abandon. to create another self means to spread yourself thinly so as you become homogenised in the air. to create another self means to

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honestly i dont even wanna think about creating a new account. i dont wanna change myself anymore. to change yourself means defeat of your own system and needs to be broken down. existential crisis. and i dont wanna experience that anymore.

and what do we do? create. again. break down the wall. escape.

a lot of dummy world users were making those dummy accounts so as they wont be cross-referenced with their thoughts. the All-Encompassing Eye stalks everyone of us. everything's connected. to say anger, to foul-mouth, means prosecution, or even punishment.

or going back to my quote from above, to escape one's crimes.

this is why i love Raskolnikov: he wasnt punished rightly by his crime, so Nature punished him. talking about karma of the most existentialist ways. god i love his character so much. such a silly silly jester fool.

what kind of sins do you run away with?

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the solace of the other self; the Cassanova. the Ascetic. the Hermit. to become one with yourself and only yourself means a lot.

the insistence of a static identity in a dynamic universe.

to discover you're trans also means you hide even at your own thoughts. you realised you're in a solitary confinement of your own body. how's that for 10+ years of lying to yourself?

to discover what kind of failure you are, and how you are in the society: to accept one is not a singular entity, but a confluence

to realise responsibility is cause and effect. to compare your tribulations to blindsight you with your own defeats the purpose.

to hate everyone that steps on the miserables, while being diagnosed with Oppositional Defiant Disorder.

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You can't explain. By now, you've run out of quarters, so you tell your folks good-by

-"Foot Work". "Haunted" by Chuck Palahniuk

[starsfic]

Here's a spicynoodle prompt:

So have you ever seen this video were a man after surgery is so hopped up on drugs that he doesn't recognize his own wife and immediately starts flirting with them?

Then theirs this absolute look of shock on their face when wife tells them their married🤣

Like: " OMG! Your hot! Are you a model? Wanna go out tonight"?

Wife: "Sweetie, we're already married"

Husband: "Wait, seriously"?!

Wife: "Yup"

Husband: "And you said Yes"?!!

So how would ether MK or Red react to the other acting goofy and flirting with them while under meds ?

(Bonus: Mei is in the background recording, for memories😆)

I already did Red in this, so...

"WHERE IS HE?!"

Long Xiaojiao didn't jump at the yell that echoed through the hall. Although several nurses did. She sent them a "Sorry." as Red stormed up. "Red, he's fine. Pigsy just wanted him to get checked out just in case."

The reason Pigsy wanted Qi Xiaotian checked out at urgent care was due to Xiaotian sustaining a nasty cut from a tiger demon. He had claimed his claws were poisoned, plus the cuts were bigger than what a first aid kit could do. Even if Xiaotian had sped up healing. Xiaojiao had come with him and had made sure to text Red.

And now they were here.

"Well, how is he?!" Red demanded.

"I dunno." Xiaojiao shrugged. Sparks flew off Red's hair and she patted his head. The sparks sputtered to a stop. "They said they would come get us when Xiaotian's done."

"Uh...are you two with Mr. Qi?"

Speak of fate.

"Yes!" Red said before Xiaojiao could say yes. The doctor at least looked calm at having a worried fire demon in his face. In fact, he looked amused. "I'm his partner. Is he alright?! Was it bad?"

"No, no, don't worry. We did have to use painkiller on him, so he didn't feel anything from the poison, but all he needed were a few stitches." The doctor gestured for them to follow. Xiaojiao trailed behind as Red followed the doctor with an intense look.

They were led to a room. The doctor paused before pushing it open. "I must warn you, he's been very chatty. Don't worry, the medicine will wear off." And then the door opened.

"XIAOJIAO!"

A nurse was pulling away from Xiaotian, who had a wide, goofy grin. "Hey, it's my buddy- OMG!" His eyes were locked onto Red. The demon paused, raising a brow. "You're hot!" Wait... Xiaojiao felt a smirk form as she pulled out her phone. Xiaotian paid no mind as Red approached. "Are you a model? Wanna go out tonight?"

Red let out a snort of laughter, his worry seeming to fade. "Noodle Boy, we're already married."

"Wait, seriously?!"

Red nodded, scooping up Xiaotian. "Yup. Been together for two years now."

Xiaojiao burst into laughter at the shocked "And you said yes?!"

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