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wendimydarling · 3 years

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Weakness

Title: Weakness

Summary: Syverson and his wife get into an argument, and he shows her bratty ass how to mind.

Pairing: Syverson x First Person Reader

Word Count: 2017

Warnings: nudity, manhandling, penetrative sex, tickling.

A/N: Last request of the year, folks... I’ve got a full plate!

Could you please do a tickle fic with syverson where u guys have a fight, but then when he comes to bed late at night you tickle him to get him to talk. But then he gets annoyed at you and ends up tying you up and tickling you as a punishment, though it ends in fluff and giggles at the end? Love ur fics!

Enjoy!

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“How many times we gonna have this argument?”

I had zero desire to do this tonight but I stood there anyway, arms crossed, nostrils flaring. Everyone in the bar was cowering away from Syverson’s intimidating hulk of a stance, but not me. I’d been with him for too long.

The guy that hit on me was far in retreat but once again, I’d been embarrassed in front of everyone by Sy taking it too seriously. He was so protective and for the most part, I didn’t mind. But I consider myself a woman that can defend herself without the aid of a man, and when said man comes in and threatens to maul any man within a ten foot radius of me, my intimidation factor gets undercut by about fifty percent.

Syverson also had his arms crossed, his legs regulation width apart and back ramrod straight. His size alone was enough to terrify most women, and even some men, but not me. I was far too pissed. Sy furrowed his brow.

“I’ll not have anyone hittin’ on my woman, especially not while I’m there to defend her,” he stated firmly. I rolled my eyes and threw my hands in the air.

“We’re goin’ in circles, and I ain’t doin’ this in public, especially not tonight,” I snapped. I grabbed my clutch and walked out the door, hailing a passing taxi and getting in before I could change my mind. As I gave the driver my address, I looked out the window and saw Syverson standing there, his mouth set in a stern line. A pang of excited fear shot into my belly; I had just left my husband at a bar.

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Syverson made it home about twenty long minutes after I did. They had to have been the most agonizing minutes of my life, and that included the time he suddenly lost phone reception once when he was on tour. I got ready for bed while I waited for him to come home, but I knew sleep would evade me. Back and forth I paced, straightening the décor on our shelves and brushing my hair before finally coming to rest on the bed, my knees pulled up to my chest.

I heard a car door outside and adrenaline coursed through my veins; the front door slamming shut near made me jump out of my skin. My body was rooted to the mattress, fingers fidgeting with the lacey hem of my cotton nightgown nervously. Sy entered our room, glanced at me briefly, then tore off his shirt and tossed it in the hamper as he barricaded himself in our bathroom without a word. I was in so much trouble, and my heart sank down into my stomach. Why of all nights did we have to do this tonight?

It wasn’t long before Syverson came back into the room, scowl still stubbornly etched on his face as he removed the rest of his clothes. He caught my eye and held it in silent warning; I didn’t dare look away. His belt was drawn out of its fabric station slowly and my ass clenched in apprehensive dread, but Sy just dropped it to the floor. My annoyance catapulted over my fear.

“Ya just not gonna talk to me then?” I snapped, shooting him my own glare. Syverson still didn’t speak, simply shucked his legs out of his pants and boxers and climbed under the covers, rolling over so that his back was facing me. That was the last straw.

“Sy…” I drawled, dragging a fingernail down his spine. He rotated his shoulder and huffed, but didn’t turn over. Determined, I tried again, spidering my fingers over the back of his ribs. Syverson spun around with surprising agility for a man so large and in a flash my wrist was seized.

“Best not start somethin’ ya can’t finish, little lady,” he warned, shoving my hand away. He closed his eyes and settled back into the bed. Anyone else would have heeded Sy’s warning, but not me. I needed to talk about it.

“Come on Sy, talk to me,” I pleaded. He just grunted. I assessed the situation, surveying his body for my plan of attack. His big arms protected most of his torso but the blanket had ridden down when he flipped over, and I could see the sharp point of his hip bone cresting through the waves of hair that graced his skin. Bingo.

I crawled on the bed carefully, sneaking a hand beneath the blanket to where Syverson’s warm girth lay nestled between his thighs. He grunted again but shifted to grant me more access; he never could say no to a blow job, no matter how mad he was. I straddled his chest and palmed him softly, smirking as he fell straight into my trap. Instead of leaning over though, I drilled my fingers into the deep pockets of his hips, relishing the way he immediately started huffing and throwing curses my way.

“If ya ain’t gonna talk to me then I’m just gonna tickle ya,” I drawled, scribbling my nails over his sensitive flesh. Sy grunted and jerked but he couldn’t quite get his hands around my torso to reach, the tickles confusing his brain and causing him to lose focus.

“Hmmm… still don’t wanna talk?” I teased, “Fine then, perhaps I should move to yer feet.”

In a flash my ankles were yanked out from under me and I was rolled underneath Sy’s heavy frame, his nimble fingers finding purchase beneath him on my sensitive ribs. I squealed and scrambled for his hands, kicking at him as I tried to stop the tickles. He just climbed on top of me and flipped around to straddle my hips, instantly immobilizing me and removing any notion I had of making it out of this alive.

“Ya think ya can just leave?” Syverson growled, pinning my arms above my head with one hand and returned to digging his fingers into my rib cage. I squealed again and fought to escape, but his thighs were an iron vice around my hips and his rough hand effortlessly held my wrists, locking me in place so that he had all the room in the world to punish me for my behavior.

“Ya thought this was over just cause you were done with it?” His fingers drilled faster, their ferocity matching the scowl on his face as I laughed helplessly.

“Try again, little lady... we ain’t over ‘til I say so.”

With that, he reverted back to his silence. I screamed and pleaded with him but he ignored me, tickling any skin he could find. When he ran out of skin to tickle he simply created more, rucking up my nightgown to gain access to my belly and navel. I laughed and wailed but my cries met a stone wall; I was too ticklish for my own good, and Syverson was mad.

He tore my nightgown completely off me and grabbed my wrists, and I took the brief moment to gasp for air. My respite was short lived however as I noticed his intentions; he was pinning my arms beneath his knees.

“No, Sy NO, PLEASE!!” I protested, pulling uselessly against his brute strength. I knew his game, I knew where he was headed and I didn’t want it.

“I’m sorry,” I begged him. Sy stared at me, hands on his knees, glare still firmly lodged on his face.

“I told ya not to start something ya couldn’t finish,” he said coldly. His hands travelled slowly behind him, resting along the supple flesh on my thighs.

“I know, I--KNOW,” I gasped, kicking at him. Syverson shuffled my body as I spoke, spreading my legs and trapping them between his folded knees.

“Ya just... ya wouldn’t talk to me, Sy. I didn’t want to go to bed upset, not tonight,” I admitted, gazing up at him with round eyes. I struggled under his weight, trembling as his fingertips grazed along the inner tendons that connected my legs to the rest of my body. Sy gave me a look that said I better keep talking, so I continued to explain.

“I don’t need ya to defend me all the time,” I said softly, not wanting to look at him. I knew his face would show that he was hurt, and I was right.

“That’s what I’m here for, bug,” He whispered, staring at my heaving chest as he traced circles along my sensitive loins. I shivered. God, I wanted to reach out and hold him.

“But what about when ya aren’t here?”

Syverson’s head snapped up to look at me, fire and pain flaring in his eyes. I could see that it hadn’t occurred to him that I still got hit on when he was overseas. Remorse and understanding fell over his features, and he nodded in submission.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Still, ya need to pay fer leavin’ the bar without me.”

His fingers picked up their pace and my face scrunched up in agony. I wasn’t gonna get out of this by distracting him, and I was left with no choice but to accept my punishment. Still, I had to try.

“Sy, no don’t--” I managed to get out before he was squeezing those tendons between his thumbs and fingers, pinching every last ticklish nerve along my thighs. I thrashed and screamed, the highest-pitched squeals tumbling from my lips as he laid waste to my secret weakness, fluttering his fingers all over my mound. Time lost all meaning; had it been five minutes? Ten? I didn’t know, all I knew was that instead of tickles, my tortured pussy desired nothing more than for him to split me open and fuck me into the next century.

“NO MORE!” I begged, “SY PLEEEHEHEASE!! NO MOOOHOHORE!!”

His fingers froze and Syverson cocked an eyebrow at me.

“Ya gonna try and fight back?” he questioned, positioning his elbows on either side of my head.

“No sir,” I breathed.

“Who do you belong to?” he growled. My eyes softened and I gazed at his face, desperate to touch him, to comfort him.

“I belong to you.”

“Good girl.”

Sy released my arms and I wrapped them around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder as he did the same to me, thrusting into me to be as close as he could. He was hard as a rock, it took no more than five seconds before he was bottomed out and we two had become one flesh. It was an old song and dance and yet every time still felt like the first.

Syverson held me close as I clung to him fiercely, my tears weaving a wet trail into my hair as his embrace coiled around me, suffocating me in the best of ways.

“I’ll be back before you know it, bug,” He crooned against my cheek, but I could hear how choked up he was and I lost it. I would never get used to him leaving.

“You better be,” I sobbed, never wanting this night to end. Tomorrow brought pain, and separation.

“Now now, no tears,” Sy shushed, cradling my face in his hands and wiping the salt that threatened to stain my face. He thrust into me, hard and wanting and I gasped, pitching my hips to meet his. My cervix was on fire, the slightest movement would send me barreling over the edge into bliss. I saw a glint in Sy’s eye, one that told me he was about to be devilishly mischievous and my arms were brought to rest above my head, fingers interlocked with mine, and kisses alighted on my nose and neck as his lips found their way to my ear.

“Keep your arms up, bug,” he ordered, his fingertips spidering softly down my arms. No, I thought, squirming my hips and then gasping in shock as pleasure rocked through my center. Not this. Anything but this. His voice came searing into my mind, sealing my fate with one phrase.

“Yer gonna learn not to start somethin’ ya can’t finish.”

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adhdsix · 3 years

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ok so i was thinking abt the main ln kids as that “brains, brawn and heart” thing or however it goes (idk but i also dont care and its too late anyways) and i realised i could never put each of them in just one bc they all have a little of each so as fun as it is to stuff things into boxes (figuratively and literally) today i will be doing not that and analyzing the ln kids once again! by urs truly <3 (all based on my own characterization! i wont be doing rcg but?? idk maybe later?? sometime??) (also ln, vln, and ln2 spoilers)

my first thought for six was brain which makes sense. it’s stated in all sorts of official media that she’s insanely clever, especially for her age might i add. she navigates the entirety of the maw on her own, facing brutal monsters that want her dead, solving puzzles and doing a whole ton of dirty work. she’s clearly adapted to this world as well, and doesn’t break easily. shes strong too. physically and mentally. theres an astounding amount of things she has to go through, keeping in mind that this world was not made for her in mind at all. everything around her is huge, and on top of that shes basically considered vermin. but she surpasses everyones expectations with her skills, and escapes the maw alive; harmed certainly, but alive. and i was going to start this with heart is what she’s lacking, but that’s worded horribly and just .. wrong. she has tons of heart, she just doesnt really. like it. and so she deals with it differently; she pushes it down. that’s not always easy though. sometimes she lets her guard down. in vln, she helps out rcg, even if that ends horribly, her heart was in the right place. throughout the first game, she hugs nomes, and provides them a source of light and warmth. and in ln2, she becomes attached to mono possibly more than she’s ever been to anyone else. even if it wasn’t her intent, she definitely grows to care for him atleast a little; but survive is still her top priority, and always will be (as it should be tbh). we see this at the beginning when they meet; the moment mono provides an exit and shows he isn’t a threat, six bolts, and only allows him nearby when she realises he can help her. this situation ends in defeat because before she knows it, they’ve been through all of it together, and they’re friends. .. but still she pushes it down. because getting attached could be dangerous. she’s independent, strong and clever, and anyone who can’t match her wit is weak to her, and could slow her down. and even if she’s right, what she doesn’t know is that it will hurt anyways. she tries so hard not to get attached but it doesn’t always work, and pretending those feelings aren’t there only ends up hurting more than she thinks, and it will keep hurting again and again and again. as for mono, i thought he’d fit in brawn. he’s definitely the strongest of them (not to say the others aren’t strong of course), again both mentally and physically. he’s born naturally with a decent amount of strength, and like i believe i said before, you have to be strong to survive this world for long, or yknow, at all. he’s good at facing danger upfront, using tools to his advantage. mentally, he definitely worries a lot, but he also does his best to stay on the positive side of things and look for the silver lining, and help others lean towards that track too; even if they dont want it, cough cough. that’s where heart comes in. he’s got a lot of that, and isn’t very afraid to show it. having someone to protect gives him a purpose, and a feeling of fulfillment; again, even if that someone doesnt want/need it. his big heart helps him gain allies, friends even, but his need to protect can get in the way of his own survival as well. even if he’s doing the right thing, that doesn’t mean it’s not dangerous. counterpoint, like i said, having someone to protect gives him purpose; it gives him a reason to stay alive and really do his best. it’s a huge motivation for him, which is why he can easily get attached to others. as for brain, he’s also insanely clever, and is especially crafty with tools, in a similar way six is crafty with her environment, which is one of the many reasons they make a great team. onto rk! the reason i ended up with brain for six and brawn for mono is actually because i immediately thought of rk as heart; and he is. he’s kind, and very willing to help out, but he isn’t a doormat either. he’s emotionally clever and very in-tune with his own thoughts, and has a great amount of determination (hence his name/title, duh). he’s willing to give everyone a chance but knows boundaries and limitations too; there’s no manipulating or tricking him. he can tell when he’s gone too far, or when others have, and can befriend almost anyone; although that doesn’t mean he will. if someone is rude, or just doesn’t want anything to do with him, he’s aware of that and will likely return the feeling. he won’t really push (mono on the other hand definitely will, which can be both a positive and negative trait). he definitely isn’t the strongest, but again, say it with me, you have to be strong to survive in this world, mentally and physically. no amount of just heart or brains can get you out alive, even if it gets you far. although it’s not like there’s an escape at all, i suppose. while the ln world wasn’t always the way it is, it really does seem like there’s no turning back. this world is twisted and that’s just how it is now, sometimes not even strength, or all 3 traits i’ve mentioned, can get you “out” alive. rk knows firsthand.

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appledotcodotuk · 3 years

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why the hive fckin suck at its job: a rant

spoilers for tgwdlm ahead!

first of all, it's important to consider what exactly the hive's job is. my answer is... who the fuck knows. literally. what is the hive's aim. what do you want Paul? more like, what do you want hive? let's find out!

it kinda evolves, as the play progresses. the intial aim of the hive, and one that does actually remain consistent is the constant burning need to grow and devour and gain more and more (insert capitalism metaphor here).

however, this is distorted by the people it possess who influence that aim, as we'll see later.

also the fact it crashes into a theatre displaying Mamma Mia gives the hive the motive it need to fit the world around it to the structure of the musical. having no originality of its own, the hive instead just picks up what is given to it. kinda like an evil baby.

it wants uniformity, that is indeed its ultimate goal and desire, no duh. it thinks it can achieve that through musical theatre, shame that the hive is dead wrong. cause the hive fucking sucks at its own job / aim / ultimate purpose / one concrete goal that motivates all its actions.

can't maintain control over its subjects

okay, so, the hive wants uniformity. it wants everyone to be dancing to the beat of its own tune. right? yeah. shame it literally can't keep its own possessed subjects in line at all. at the risk of sounding like the 10th doctor waxing lyrical abt humanity for the 50th time, humans are really difficult to control cause we're not really motivated by an altruistic allegiance to one primary good. we've got icky emotions that often move us to do stupid unpredictable stuff way more. it makes me wonder if the reason the hive wanted to use musical theatre to try and persuade ppl was cause it seems to think that is how theyll get emotive humans; through emotive songs. anyways. let's look at some examples shall weeeee?

Mr Davidson:

so, Mr Davidson. funnily enough, he's the guy whose in part acting as the hive trying to figure out what it wants through his interactions w/ Paul. every person it possess gives it just a bit more humanity and curiosity abt the world it is currently taking over. at least I think so. hence why as the musical develops u get character's like possessed!Alice wondering 'why does it hurt to love?' - the change in music and mood to something much more introspective really suggests to me that the hive is beginning to question the thoughts and emotions of its human hosts.

Mr Davidson is a family man through and through, he loves his wife Carol. she's his muse, his source of light. his feelings for her are not concrete or easy to explain and solve - hence why his sudden ahem demand of her is so hilarious and also jarring. it completely clashes with the 'I want song' which is simple, and often pushes forward a wider cause. not so with Mr Davidson, he just really loves his wife man. enough to break a frickin alien possession.

tbh I think its hilarious that (at least to me) the hive has to force him to forget and continue with the song, like, he straight up is just talking to his wife in that phone call, talking, not singing. so, no possession until he reverts back into song. ergo, the hive cannot maintain the uniformity it wants. even from the get go when theoretically its control should be stronger cause it has less ppl to co-ordinate. bad. at. its. job.

Paul:

this one hurts folks. yes, I know it's generally agreed, though somewhat debated that the state of Paul by the end of the tgwdlm is not purely possessed. I agree. once again, the hive is unable to truly enforce uniformity.

at this point, the motives of Paul and the hive are kinda just mixed, neither fully human nor fully alien. hence the constant shifts between pleeing for her to get away, to hide, to stay safe: 'what if the only choice is you have to sing to survive' and just full on old style hive nastiness 'let me puke in your mouth and just open your food bin girl' (so romantic 🥰 /j).

the hive has gone away from its original aim, and become something... different. no longer stuck to just one type of genre or style of song, it's really clever to show the developing complexity of the hive by showing how it is now juggling lots of different motifs with references to all the old songs from before recontextualised in a new way - its learning. evil baby... no longer uniform.

general miscommunication:

there are several instances of the hive not fully having uniform control over its subjects. for instance, right after not your seed with the three teens having to like... calibrate. they aren't just completely connected then?? also, this is a very small thing, but uhhhh at the end of inevitable when Paul is about to say the apotheosis is upon... the chorus interrupts him with USSSSSSS. interruptions??? not very in sync of u hive.

I think this inability to exert uniformity is also shown in the contrast between genre of musical theatre. my alien abomination cannot decide whether it wants to be the more modern edgy rock musical (join us (and die), not your seed ) or super happy go lucky old style musical theatre (lah dee dah dah day, and inevitable). it tries to do both, even while trying to encourage union, and sticking to one thing. hypocrite!!!!!

2. aims are guided by the people it possess

so, I mentioned this a bit already, but the hive isn't only mutating the humans, the humans are mutating the hive right back. this is more an interesting observation than any actual analysis but let's goooo.

greenpeace girl:

I think it's very likely that greenpeace girl is one of the first to be possessed. This is probably easily debunkable but whatever this analysis is flying by the seat or its pants anywayyyyy. why? cause where else would it pick up that whole 'this planet needs fixing' thing? it's interesting too, cause it morphs from expressing the desire to join hands and sing together, unity and peace with no actual action behind it. this then goes right to the other end, with the hive going 'fine I'll do it myself' and trying to save things by enforcing a dictatorship on the world. it develops and changes, and strays from its original means of accomplishing its aims! speaking oooooof...

3. inconsistent in means of accomplishing aims

okay, ur an evil hive mind. u think musicals are the way to win over these silly humans cause they're all weak and emotive and seem to respond to them. but, wait! schwoopsie! you haven't realised that for emotional depth and growth to mean anything, you need there to be established development and well... growth. otherwise the sentiments are as vague as the ones expressed in What Do You Want, Paul?

this show has genuine emotional moments, just not really during the musical numbers WITH EXCEPTIONS. any strife is smoothed over quickly, and so the development and change that would have to go into such growth is just gone. (see, You Tied Up My Heart) all so it can achieve its own desire to grow and grow and grow, maybe a metaphor for art being killed under late stage capitalism??

what actually matters is the impact the songs have afterwards, in causing a death - because we have a bond and care abt these characters. those short scenes between Paul and Emma are actually way more resonant than any song. except... inevitable, and also not your seed a bit. at this point the hive has learnt a thing or two, and can actually twist human emotion a little. but for it to do that, it has to reject the uniformity it prizes, and be adaptable. point towards being more human than it first thought? methinks so. and yet it's just not enough...

it's also why let it out, to me, feels really ingenuine. Paul has expressed himself in much better ways already. what they're doing is clearly paining him, and hurting the guy. he's terrified bless.

you can't force someone into being emotional vulnerable, man.

it's why all the deaths for the characters who are forced to express themselves are really violent, involving them being ripped open - literally forcing them to expose themselves from the 'inside out' as Alice reflects in Not Your Seed. you can't force genuine emotional connection, it has to be fostered, shown in the much more affecting relationship of Paul and Emma. the only reason the hive actually has power over our characters is because of these genuine emotional connections, which it tries and often fails to take advantage of, resulting in just resorting to brute violence. messy hive, very messy.

at the core, the musical's a kinda attack on that toxic positivity mindst: trying to force people to reach the sort of easy solutions by sharing feelings in a way that feels pretty invasive and deciding you are instantly fixed. the problems these characters face are jarringly not really what you'd expect a character in a musical to face, cheating, a lot of it, mid-life crisis. problems that are bland, or wayyyy too real. this is purposefully done, to reveal just how silly the hive's aim to use musical theatre to solve everyone's problem is. life is more complex than that smh.

4. a human can write a much more expressive, and genuine song than they ever could lol

u know which song I'm talking abt. what more is there to say. so much for making persuasive songs to tempt people over.

5. make me sad cause they took some perfectly nice ppl and funked them up 😭

this was a stupid point lol. basically I'm just bitter that this hive took a bunch of perfectly okay ppl and gave them hive brain. screw u hive. I swear I'm gonna watch Black Friday soon, cause I'm sure it's gonna completely destroy every thought I've had so far, but whateve,,, just take this as a look at tgwdlm like it's a stand-alone piece.

these guys are supposed to all be 'individuals' on one level, but also 'appendages of a much larger organism'. there's a little too much individualism and fracturing to be cohesive enough to do that I feel. the hive to me is not an infallible, unstoppable force, in fact, every human it takes over only brings it closer to understanding us. so that's maybe a slight positive note??? idk ?! I just have lots of thoughts and feelings abt this musical even if this doesn't make sense I'm proud i wrote it down hehe.

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ricaffeine · 4 years

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You’re Much More Handsome

Summary: He shuts his eyes and tries to think about other things—anything other than her head near his dick. A filthy continuation of the scene in Episode Eight where Munyeong lays on Kangtae’s lap.

a/n: (picture credits to the owner) i had a wild imagination with this scene when i first saw it so i hope i served it justice 😏😈 i personally love flustered KT he's adorable hehe. i'm still an amateur in writing smut so let me know what you think! which part is ur favorite??? i’d love to hear ur thoughts! 💗🔥

Her sweltering breath tickles the nape of his neck, like a cackling fire against his skin. Kangtae drowns in the delicious shiver, goosebumps stretch across his body—in a sense that pulls him into sweet bliss. His body tingles from the sensation, aching for it to last.

A gush of air is then blown into his ear, like a loud alarm blaring his senses, in contrast to the previous warm stir, as if telling him the privilege has ended. He almost jumps in his seat, stuttering with his words.

“A-ah, w-what are you doing?!” He frantically hisses, brushing her away and to his surprise she concedes, crawling back to her approaching pose. She’s staring at him with eagle eyes, hands planted on the red plush cushion, her back is excessively arched as she tormentingly poses her enticing chest. The sight itself makes him want to groan out loud.

Stop it, Kangtae

Munyeong smirks at his predictable reflex—like a frightened cat scrambling for sanity.

“Your face is red.”

In an instant he flusters at her remark, his wobbly hands almost lose hold of the ragged doll but he catches it with his inhuman speed—almost pricking his finger with the sharp needle. He exasperatedly counters. “What? I’m not—”

Before he can even finish his defence, Munyeong promptly drops onto his lap and instantaneously his mind short circuits. Her head comfortably lays on his groin, and Kangtae feels like all his blood has rushed down south.

“I’m sleepy.” He hears her say, and air catches in his throat. What does she mean?

He sputters out an automatic response, driving his focus to the wrecked doll. “Go upstairs and sleep.”

Munyeong mumbles, shifting her weight backward to his burgeoning region and he chokes back a moan. Her hand trails up onto his clothed leg, fingernails scratching slightly on the green fabric, hindering his breath once more. “I don’t want to. You’re here.”

You’re here. The words warm his chest and unforgivingly, his lower region as his mind dives into a lucid imagination.

Her soft lips, wet tongue, warm silken skin.

It’s a hard slap on his thigh that snaps him out of his trance and Kangtae springs like a deer caught in headlights.

“Relax, won’t you?”

Munyeong grumbles as she snuggles into a comfier position. He plans to protest, but knowing that his futile attempt would get him nowhere with her wayward behavior, he surrenders, trying to loosen up the tense muscle as she demanded. Though it refuses to as their intimacy terrifies him.

Letting out heavy breath, he sets Mangtae aside on the couch arm, planning to fix it later once she’s asleep and he leans on his back. He shuts his eyes and tries to think about other things—anything other than her head near his dick.

Tomorrow’s breakfast, Sangtae’s art supplies that he needs to buy, and the grocery list.

Soon enough exhaustion anchors his body, pulling at his limbs and Kangtae hangs his head back, welcoming it.

Munyeong smiles to herself as she rests on his lap, taking a mental note of the thickness of his thighs, planning to put them to good use one day. His outbreak this afternoon has proven his desire clearer than ever and the reminisce of his jealousy pleases her more than it should. She had gotten a call from Sangin late afternoon, a short while after he angrily stomped away, asking her what on earth she had done to make the composed man lash out at him.

He’s just jealous, she laughed enthusiastically before ending their call despite the wails from the other line. Little did he know he jealousy was riled up over something that was not even alive.

Carefully, she pushes herself off his lap and crawls up his sturdy chest, surprised as she’s met by his unconscious state. Silence fills the study room and Munyeong admires his handsome face. Granted asleep, his features strain tense, brows furrowing and his lips sealed tight—as if he’s scared she’s going to swallow him whole.

She might as well do it.

Leisurely, she grasps his shoulder for support, hoisting up a little and she presses a firm kiss onto the column of his neck. It’s soft and teasing, and a sly smile curves onto her pink lips as she watches him shudder beneath her. Enjoying his subconscious reaction, Munyeong leans in to trail more on the warm expanse, the fragrance of his soap whiffing into her nose.

She hums in amusement, warm lips dragging along his velvety skin. In between the state of slumber and awareness, Kangtae tiredly stirs, relishing the tingling sensation before he’s jerked back to reality as he feels something lick behind his ear, sparing hot fire across his body. His eyes snap open, the image of her repletes his sight.

“Munyeong.” Bewildered, he grips both of her shoulders, heat searing through his awakened body and he stares unbelievably at her.

His growl is enough to catch her focus and she looks up at him, bewitching face painted with deceit innocence.

“I mean,” Munyeong rasped, tracing a finger along his sharp jawline. “You seemed so tense earlier, I thought I'd ease you up.”

Kangtae lets out a quivering breath, puzzled at her sly excuse. By trying to kill him?

“Also, your dick was sticking into my head," she adds shamelessly and he blushes into a deep shade of red.

“I-I think I should g-go.” Utterly embarrassed by his arousal, Kangtae attempts to stand up, wobbly legs ready to run back to his room but she pushes him back down, tumbling on top of him. Her warmth radiates around him and he feels like he’s suffocating in sweet disaster, his body lusting for more but his every cell of his brain tells him it’s wrong.

Before he can say anything, Munyeong steals his lips into a fierce kiss and Kangtae feels like he might just stop breathing.

She doesn’t spare him at all, soft lips persistently moving against his, licking the seams as she demands for his tongue. He protests to cave in, terrified that he’d become more lost in his lust, obliged to push her away but his mind blanks white as soon as her hand slides down to palm his stiff cock—a loud groan falls apart from him and she uses the advantage to dive into his open mouth.

Her wet tongue licks into his mouth, leaving no corner untouched and Kangtae groans shamefully, completely lost in the new sensation as her hand works on his erection. After a few moments, he feels her pull away and Kangtae, who doesn't remember shutting his eyes, opens them, and sees her angling for his neck. Sucking on a spot that makes his limbs go weak and Munyeong takes another mental note, nipping and grazing until she's pleased with the blushing mark.

“Let me.” Lacing her fingers with the waistband of his pants, she gives him a look, falling down to her knees. Telling him she wasn’t going to stop there and he doesn’t protest when she tugs both of the clothing halfway down. A small gasp leaves her lips as her eyes prey on his rock hard cock—as if it was the best thing she has seen in her life.

Slowly, she wraps her small hand around his thick shaft, it twitches in her grasp, pulling out a weak moan from him and Munyeong flashes him a smirk.

“See? You're much more handsome.”

He fumes into a deep blush, shy but glinted with pride, tearing away from their stare. In a painfully slow move, her thumb massages at his head, smearing the juices that are already leaking from the angry tip and his answering groan encourages her.

“Do you want me to stop?” With blurry vision he looks down at her. She’s kneeling in front of him, her tempting mouth perfectly aligned with his pulsing cock and she meets him with a sly gaze.

Kangtae feels like he might pass out. The world around him seemed to be spinning from her whirlwind of seduction and he could scarcely choke out a word, barely managed to shake his head no.

She’s only teasing him—a playful trial to his self control before she eagerly takes his rock hard tip into her plush lips, sucking lightly and his taste bursts onto her tongue. Kangtae seals his eyes shut, her sensual touch hindering his breathing pace as his hips involuntary buck into her face, surprising her.

Munyeong hums at his wild reaction before she takes all of him into her warm mouth, going as far as she can take as her tongue flattens against the underside of his veiny shaft.

Kangtae shudders in pleasure, shoving his dick into her mouth like his whole body is on fire. She lets him for a moment before releasing his dick, spit dripping down her chin and she wipes it away. As much as she’s loving his wild reflex, she wants to do it herself.

"Stay still for me, mhm?"

He looks at her with hooded eyes, barely getting out an answer and he feels her soft hand reach for his. His heart swells at the gesture, fingers locked with hers and Kangtae lets her take the lead.

Her determination unveils as she takes him back in her pretty mouth. Alternating between sucking and licking, curling her tongue and her hand strokes the part that can’t fit her mouth. Her eyes never leave him, captivated by the sight—he's collapsed back, body writhing under her hold as he refrains his hips from moving. Incoherent profanities spill from his tight lips.

"Fuck Munyeong!"

His loud groans sound into the spacious room as she curls her tongue, unable to control himself as Kangtae sloppily jerks into her wet mouth and arousal seeps through her panties. He had really lost control. Munyeong opens wider, aroused by the beastly side of him and she encourages him to use her, softly moaning to herself.

"Fuck fuck I'm-"

His orgasm ripples through him like an earthquake, unexpected and violent as he spasms in his seat. Kangtae dozes off to a sweet ecstasy, pretty moans spilling from his lips, his hand clutching onto hers like his life depends on it. Munyeong emboldens him with a promising grip, hot fluid spurting into her mouth and her lips milk every last drop.

Getting off her knees, she climbs back on to his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. A coy smile plays on her glistening lips as she gazes at his scorching face.

“Did you like it?”

Kangtae gapes at her, pupils blown out as he breathes hard from her endearment. All he can do is muster a shy nod and her smile grows wider, meeting him in a deep kiss.

His strong arms circle around her small waist, pulling her closer and her weight crashes onto his lap, long legs gripping his sides as she grinds her heat onto his bare cock. Her arousal almost drips through the thin material of her panties, rocking her hips into his as she moans into his mouth. the sound tattooed in his memory.

This time he doesn't refrain himself, greedily lapping at her mouth, lingering with the taste of his own release and if possible Kangtae blushes more furiously. No one has ever done that for him, and although the power was in her hands, she had held him with tenderness more than he could ever imagine.

He drowns himself in her paradise, licking relentlessly at her cavern until their exerted lungs burn for air.

Munyeong pulls back, inhaling sharply and he can see adrenaline gushing behind her eyes. Her hips don't stay still, rubbing the head of his cock against her pulsating clit.

“I want you. All of you.” She whispers, lust dripped in her words and there’s a pause of sentiment. She stalls, dreading for his response.

“Can you give it to me?”

His breath is caught in his throat as he stares at her, distracted in the delicious touch of their bodies and he chokes out a pleading answer.

“Yes.”

Sighing, Munyeong lifts herself up, scrunching the lower fabric of her dress around her waist, discarding her panties. His jaws are slack as he watches her lower herself, brushing her damp folds with the head of his cock.

Without a warning she takes his breath away, sinking onto his hard cock as her tight walls desperately cling around him. Munyeong moans in relief. She had been longing for this, for weeks she had solely relied on her own fingers to sate her hungry desire, exclusively sparked by him, and their reality reminds her that her dreams could never compare to this.

Kangtae grips at her hips, doing everything he can from thrusting into her like a mad man but he feels like it’s getting more difficult by the second.

They rock languidly into each other,hips rolling in a luscious rhythm that sends both of them into a spiral of bliss. Munyeong whimpers helplessly, rolling and grinding onto his cock. He fills her perfectly, greater than any man has ever had. His hands are everywhere, her breasts, hips, and neck, begging for more.

Munyeong places her hands onto his broad chest, beginning to ride him, tight walls clenching around air before she slams back down to him, hissing at the unbelievable pleasure. Their moans resound into the room, filled with the sound of their skin smacking and Kangtae’s eyes are strained at the obscene view. His cock disappearing into her hot pussy before reappearing once more in the filthiest rhythm.

She whines his name, spewing curses into his ear and his hips instinctively smack up to meet hers.

For a split second, his mind revisits the man from today’s afternoon, enraged at that bastard’s audacity to even touch her and Kangtae holds her even tighter in his arms, closing the gap between their chests and he can feel her taut nipples peek through the cotton of their clothes. Munyeong falls weak in his embrace, threading her hands in his dark locks of hair, shifting her weight back and his thrust bumps into a strange spot. Her body tingles in the new sensation.

“Oh my— Kangtae!”

She cries in pleasure, nails clawing into his back as she buries her head into his neck, panting. Kangtae notes her strange surprise and begins to ram repeatedly at the same spot. Her screams are drowned by his hungry lips, toes vitally curling and she trembles from the attention on the newly discovered spot.

“More more more!”

His thumb brushes past her wet folds, eventually finding her clit and he rubs fervidly, mimicking what he has seen on the internet. His lips find its way to her elegant neck, sucking until it leaves a prominent bruise. Munyeong trembles above him, body scorching from the feverous pleasure and she shatters completely.

His name cries on her lips like a prayer, her walls squeezing tight around him and he breaks apart shortly. Thick searing streams of cum shooting into her and he grunts her name in the sweetest song.

Breathlessly, she mewls next to his ear, her chin resting on his broad shoulder. After a moment when their breaths falter back to normal, she pulls out of him with slack limbs, missing for his warmth.

Settling herself on his thighs, Munyeong gazes at him with a devilish grin.

“I pulled your safety pin.”

The room stills with quietness and she cups his tender face in her hand, eyes glimmering with triumph as she playfully asks. “Do I get a certificate?”

Resulting to her words, his parched mouth falls open, not knowing what to say and Kangtae stares at her.

He really had removed his pin.

Munyeong watches as thoughts scatter behind his dark orbs, splashing colors and pulling him into reality before he emits with laughter. She feels his hand slowly creep up her back, tugging at the zip of her fragile dress and his strong arms draw her back onto him. Their chests collide and he brings a finger to graze her puffy lips.

“You got me. Why would you care about that?”

#it's okay to not be okay #psycho but it's okay #pbio fic #iotnbo #moon kang tae #ko mun yeong #ko moon young #moon gang tae #사이코지만 괜찮아 #iotnbo fic

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Hey! I just found ur blog and I’m liking it, could I request something of Indra x reader smut in which they’re sparring and reader is pretty good, almost as good as him, and Indra has always liked her and she teases him and then he goes all dominant and smut ensues

Your relationship with Indra has always been different in an indecipherable way. All the students of the future heir of Ninshu were trained by him with rigor and hardness, hoping to form valuable warriors capable of defending their lives in the future. But when it comes to you, the way the Ōtsutsuki has to transmit his knowledge is… uncomfortable.

Unable to understand when the relationship with your Sensei changed so much, you start trying to go back over your memories. You have been appointed to Indra’s command since you were both just children, and as infants, your bond reached the rank of a beautiful friendship. However, as the years went by, that had changed.

With every ounce of respect that Indra gained in his person, the innocence he once carried as a toddler was lost. Was that why he barely came around to correct your mistakes? He showed no difficulty in directing degrading glances at less skilled students when they failed, but in your direction, there was never even a quick glance. It was like being a ghost in front of his crimson eyes.

And it was painful to admit that perhaps, as he ascended in his position within the clan, and was soon to take up his position as a leader, he no longer wanted to associate with people from lower branches like you. After all, the only one you saw wailing around him was Ashura, and occasionally his Father.

But an undeniable determination ran through your veins every time you managed to execute one of his techniques in the same way he showed them. In front of the whole group of Indra’s students, you were the best at replicating his fire techniques and his close combat against another adversary. Satisfaction and pride flooded your chest as, one after the other, your opponent’s fell in front of you unable to match your skill.

And just when you thought your Sensei would finally recognize your talent… Indra was already leaving the scene, ignoring your wonderful display of strength, turning his back on you in the most offensive way a mentor can offer. If you were a weak woman, you would have shed tears every time the Ōtsutsuki refused to acknowledge your power, but your predicament does not know surrender.

This is how you decided to act. Indra was once one of your best friends, and although he would be your greatest superior in the future, today he still didn’t have absolute power over the clan. An intervention on the man was the first thing that came to your mind when you thought about your options to get answers.

One cloudy day, which promised a potential storm, you watched your Sensei walk out the gates of the village into the hills, just as he would do every day after his responsibilities. A routine that you knew very well. With dissimulation and light step, you followed him to his destination, without revealing your presence. Keeping a few meters behind him, you slipped through the upper branches of the trees, where the leaves perfectly reconciled your presence. With the stealth of your excellent ability, you watched as Indra began to practice his best skills. A smile appeared on your face when you noticed that you were able to execute them almost like him.

After half an hour, you noticed how your teacher relaxed within, what he believed, was the privacy of his training. Unaware of your presence, Indra stretched out his body, positioned himself in a less murderous pose and continued with his routine. You knew it was time to make your move.

Jumping without warning from your hideout, you landed hard on the forest floor, just as a flash of lightning illuminated the sky above you both. The man turned his face towards you just to watch the moment when your fist struck his face with overwhelming power. Faced with the surprise attack, the Ōtsutsuki flew back a few meters, until impacting with a tree trunk, where his body was embedded within the wood.

Fire engulfed your being as you saw your complete strategy, and the first of your long list of complete points. You would prove to your mentor that you were worthy of his attention and wisdom, and more importantly, you would beat up your best friend for behaving like an idiot with you.

“[Y/N]… what… the fuck… WAS… THAT!?” Indra grunted from his landing place, holding his face with one hand, while with the other he pushed himself off the wood to stand on his feet again.

"I am tired of your bullshit… Indra-Sama. I’m here to prove my worth to you.”

A scandalous thunderclap rumbled in the heights of the cloudy sky, which was turning blacker every second.

"I don’t need you to prove anything. Go home.”

The distance between you two was still great, as the man stood still in his place after being freed from the nature that had caught up him. He wiped his nose with the sleeve of his clothes, as your blow severely injured it. It is probably broken, but you will not pity him until he admits your value.

"Enough of that!”

“Enough of what?”

“What have I done to deserve your hatred, Indra? Why can’t you even look at my face when it’s your damn duty?”

“…[Y/N]… no… I don’t hate you.”

“Don’t fill your mouth with lies that you won’t be able to keep later, because I assume that if I leave now, everything will be the same when you return to the village.”

"Stop talking to me like that! Have you forgotten that I am your superior?”

"Until you deign to put your conflict with me into words, I will not see you as one! You may accuse me to your Father if you wish, but it will not change my resolve!”

The first drops of rain fell from the sky, weeping at the conflict between the two old friends.

“…I…I can’t [Y/N]…just drop it.”

“Fight with me Indra.”

“What?”

“ FIGHT ME!” At your battle cry and in the rain now present, you shortened the distance between you and the Ōtsutsuki, going towards him at full speed. Wielding a kunai in your skillful hand, you decided not to leave him any room for doubt.

Indra was forced to quickly evade your attack by jumping to the nearest tree branch. You mercilessly followed him, initiating your own pursuit of enemies.

“WHAT’S WRONG, INDRA?! STOP SHOWING ME YOUR ASS, I DIDN’T MEAN TO FIND OUT THAT YOU LIKE SUCH THINGS! FIGHT ME YOU COWARD.”

“STOP THIS NOW [Y/N] YOU STUPID IDIOT”

“OH, I TOUCHED A SORE SPOT? WHO IS THE LUCKY MAN INDRA-SAMA! WHEN IS THE WEDDING INDRA-SAMA!”

“I’M GOING TO FUCK YOU UNTIL YOUR LITTLE BRAIN IS FRIED, YOU FUCKING WOMAN.”

There, the moment of distraction that Indra needed to turn the game around. He disappeared in front of your eyes while you were still chasing, to appear behind you and kick your lower back. You flew from the height of the tree you were standing on and landed with your stomach on the wet grass of the forest.

You turned on your back trying to regain your battle stance in order to meet Indra, who was standing over you with each foot at the side of your body. With his ankles, he squeezed the sides of your waist to prevent you from moving from the ground. When you tried to get up, pushing your torso up to hit his legs, or hopefully his groin, your Sensei fell on top of you. Straddling your body to prevent you from escaping, he held your wrists over your head so you couldn’t hit him.

The rain fell violently on your face, and the man lined up his head with yours to keep the water out of your eyes. With an angry grunt at the disadvantageous position you were in, you heard him speak.

“Stop it, right now.”

“NO!”

“[Y/N] IT’S AN ORDER”

His tone had suddenly changed. His intimidating red eyes were stuck inside yours, a frightening sensation you had forgotten. Those orbs have an unknown power, and being so close to them was overwhelming. Something you haven’t experienced since you were a child. In the face of the situation, your courage momentarily abandoned its cause, and pursuing your goal became more complicated under that commanding figure.

“…Indra… talk to me…”

“What do you want me to say…”

“An explanation wouldn’t be bad."

The only noise that filled the silence between the two of you was that of the drops on to nature. The man seemed to be looking for words to start a new sentence, and you decided not to push or play with your luck.

"What do you want me to say [Y/N]… That I had to stay away from you because your presence took me away from my responsibilities? That I cannot have you as my student because I would not bear the thought of seeing you fight for your life in a war? That I cannot look into your eyes because I get lost inside you? Or that having you under me right now, with wet clothes sticking to your body outline, is making it hard for me to think…”

"Ind-dra-a…”

In response to his statement, the Ōtsutsuki leaned over you even more, almost joining his forehead with yours for a few centriments. Breaths brushing against each other, the man slid his hands from your wrists to your ribs, caressing the inside of your arms and the side of your body, as well as the mound of your breasts on the fabric of your clothes.

“Say my name correctly.”

“…Indra-Sama…”

“You know how hard it takes me not to assault your mouth every time you utter those words in public. Repeat it.”

“Indra-Sama…”

His hands went through your stomach, feeling the rain water accumulated on your body. Taking his time, he slowly brushed your breasts, without paying much attention, and placed one hand on your neck, while the other pressed against your cheek.

He exerted a little pressure, while his thumb massaged your lower lip, gently caressing you in an affectionate manner. Poking his finger into your cavity, he commanded:

“Bite [Y/N]"

Without hesitation you obeyed. At the sensation of your teeth, a grunt escaped the man’s lips, and more pressure was deposited in your throat. The gesture did not go unnoticed by your attention, and a hot tickle attacked your belly under Indra’s weight. With your hands now free, you lifted one, and tangled it in the soaked mane of the Ōtsutsuki above you. You pulled his hair a little, forcing him to lean back slightly.

"Are you trying to play dirty? What a bad apprentice… maybe it’s time for a punishment.”

In a surprise move, he took possession of your body and your movements. He laid you back on your stomach, and opening your legs with his knees, joined your groins. Despite the barrier that existed thanks to the wet clothes you both wore; you could feel something definitely hard in contact with the source of your heat.

With one hand he held your head to the ground and with the other he painfully grabbed your waist. He brought his mouth close to your ear and whispered erotically, while an intimate massage was given to your womanhood with his dressed limb.

"Moan for me [Y/N], I want to hear you.”

Again, you did not hesitate to follow his orders. The moans were trapped in your throat from before thanks to his stimuli in any form. When the sound reached Indra, everything escalated quickly.

This was not the end you had in mind for your ambush of Indra, but you had no reason to oppose the results you had achieved.

#indra otsutsuki #indra x reader #otsutsuki indra #indra #naruto shippuden #naruto imagines #indra imagines #indra scenario

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Bearable | A Reddie Fanfiction

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Chapter 5

Weak, cold, autumn light seeped in through drawn curtains, accompanied by the sporadic brrrrrringing of an alarm. The sound split the morning silence, tearing Eddie from his sleep, echoing through the entirety of the house more effectively than it was meant to. Eddie let out a groan, trying to reach out a hand and silence the mechanic screaming but just not being able to reach it- frustration sparked inside of his stomach for just a quick moment, and then someone else's hand came down onto the machine, cutting it off mid-ring.

"You set your alarm late," It was Stan, and, not really a surprise, he was already entirely prepared for the day, "Hurry and get up. I'll go make sure Bill is awake. Water is boiled on the stove and I made eggs, too." Stanley was dressed in a pair of bluejeans, as well as a knitted blue sweater he'd loved and worn for the last three years. His hair was styled into it's chaotic, curly perfection, swept gently to one side- he was smiling, a morning person, bright and ready for the day even though it was hardly 7:00 am. Eddie envied that constant 'ready-to-go' attitude Stan faced each new day with, when he- Eddie- had to will himself out of bed every time he opened his eyes.

"Thanks," He mumbled as Stan left the room, sitting up with a sigh and scrubbing his hands over his face to shake the sleep away. Eddie's jaws stretched wide in a yawn, and then he forced himself to abandon the comfortable warmth of his bed and crawl from under the covers. The air around him had a biting chill, the remaining after-effect of the rain that had been coming every now and again since Saturday, sending goosebumps breaking out over Eddie's skin as he made his way to his drawers, pulling open the topmost one to dig out a shirt. Settling on something simple enough, he pulled out a dark grey long-sleeved tee reading 'Back Pages' in bold white lettering and then 'Used Books and More' right underneath, in smaller print- Back Pages had been an- obviously- used bookstore from back in Derry, one of the only places his mother was actually moderately okay with him visiting. Along with the shirt Eddie pulled out brown pants and some miscellaneous belt, throwing the outfit together and running a comb quickly through his hair to tame the unruly bedhead.

"E-Eddie?" Bill's voice came from outside his door, probably in the kitchen, still thick with sleep, "Do you wuh-want tea? Coffee?" Eddie continued around his room, stumbling through the semi-darkness, shouting back his reply,

"Do you know where my chamomile is? Do we have honey?" Eddie grabbed his phone, head tilted towards the door as he waited for Bill's reply- at last, he heard something akin to an 'okay', but more of a grumble than that. With one last glance in the mirror and a silent 'you can do this, Eddie' that was meant to pep him up, he jammed his phone into his pocket and swiped his backpack from where it had been set by the vanity. Grabbing the doorknob and pulling the door right open, Eddie stepped out and hurried across the hall to the kitchen. "My tea?" He asked right away, his gaze darting between Stan, and then Bill, both seated at the small dining table in the far corner- a tall, open window sat behind them- the sky outside was dull and grey with the promise of yet more rain.

"Yeah," Stan nodded, motioning towards the counter right to Eddie's left, "It's poured and ready. Come eat, and hurry- I don't want to be late."

"We won't be late, Stan, w-we've got over an hour." Bill patted Stan's back as he reassured him, partially amused by the constant anxiety and worrying Stan never seemed to stop with- though, of course, that anxiety was pointed towards more realistic things, when Eddie's own anxiety was, in his opinion, stupid and trivial and downright annoying. Eddie poured honey into his chamomile tea, sliding the rest of the scrambled eggs onto a plate, and then took a seat at the table. "Wuh-what classes do you guys have? I have English all d-day. Lit-literature and then luh-languages."

"Biology first, and then Mathematics." Eddie's eyes brightened at Stan's words.

"I have math second, too! Thank fuck- I suck at that stuff," Just as Eddie was about to continue, saying something regarding Stan and Bill's natural ability to do almost anything right, his phone beeped in his pocket and he remembered that he hadn't turned it on a single time since last night. He was quick to pull it from it's place, looking at his newest message- his brows screwed together, and he caught the skin of his cheek between his teeth, racking his brain to see if he recognized the unknown number that had texted him.

"What's wrong with you? Are the eggs bad?" Stan tilted his head, leaning in his chair to try and glance over Eddie's shoulder to catch sight of the screen of his Nokia. Eddie held it just out of sight.

"Do either of you know this number?" Rapidly, Eddie read it out, and it didn't ring any bells in either other boys brain. Bill shrugged, Stan lost interest- they both returned to their breakfast as Eddie read over the message once more. All it said was,

What ur schedule look like, penne?

It didn't make any sense. Eddie texted back and then put the phone down on the table to dig into his own food.

Who is this?

The eggs were great, as usual- Stan was one hell of a cook even though he'd only ever learned from his own personal trial and error. A light conversation was picked up again, the first topic being that of the rain. Eddie barked out a few complaints about the grey weather, how he was afraid to catch a cold and wished he had a thicker jacket and maybe rain boots, or a car, actually, yes that would be ideal. Bill said he liked the rain, Stan said he was indifferent but was enjoying the weather for what it was. Through bites of food and sips of early-morning tea, the three finished up their eggs and tossed the dishes into the sink, ready to go any minute now. Before Eddie could slip into his shoes his phone beeped again and he was quick to swipe it up and look at the response.

Come on conchiglie! U rlly dont rmmber me?

Eddie scoffed, his brows knitting together once more. Through his sleep-haze he couldn't think of a single person he knew that he didn't already have in his contacts- at least, no one that would care about his schedule. He had a few aunts and uncles that he hardly saw but they wouldn't be messaging him now of all times, he didn't think. And what the fuck was 'conchiglie'? Eddie was clueless- Big Bill, one shoe on and the other in his hands, pulled up at Eddie's side in a silent request to be shown what was so odd. Without complaint other than a sigh, Eddie shifted the phone over, and Bill scanned the texts before letting out a bark of laughter and sharing an amused glance with Stan that seemed to communicate everything.

"Oh?" Stan said with a cheeky grin, realization donning itself on his face, pressing in on Eddie's other side to read the messages for himself, "He finally texted?"

"What?" Eddie tried to ask, but he was ignored as Bill said,

"What's with the pasta names?" Eddie was way more confused now. Again, he repeated his 'what?' and again he was ignored, "Penne? Conchiglie? I don't g-get it. What an i-idiot." Oh- just like that it clicked together and Eddie's jaw dropped open. Penne, conchiglie- pasta... spaghetti... Eddie Spaghettie- Eds- Eddie- Richie.

"No, no no no no- Which one of you gave him my fucking number? What the hell?" Eddie jammed his phone into his pocket, rounding on Bill and taking in the expression on his face- it was amused, sure, but Eddie could already read the tiniest lines of innocence forming in his features. The way Bill's gaze flickered for a tenth of a second towards Stan told Eddie everything that he needed to know. "Stanley Uris what did you do?" Eddie spun to Stan, hands on his hips, glowering upwards at the much, much taller boy. Despite forcing every ounce of intimidation into his words as he could, Stan was grinning from ear to ear, sinister and ultimately unthreatened- his eyes were bright as stars and gleaming with mischief. "You know I hate that guy! He's- He's- He's so annoying! He's loud and he's rude and he's- I can't believe you!"

"Edward," Stan said in an even, polished tone, redirecting his gaze to slip on his shoes, "One of these days in the near future you'll be thanking me for getting you out in the world," Bill let out a snicker, and Eddie jammed his elbow into his ribs, silencing him effectively, "You need friends who aren't just me and Bill. Richie, Ben, Beverly, Mike- they're nice people, and you need to get out of that shell of yours."

"Oh, you're on to talk!" Eddie crossed his arms, and then uncrossed them just after to put on his shoes in a huff, "You're ten billion times more shy than I am, Stanley. I'm just fine with only you two as my friends, I don't need other people- I mean, I went 19 years of my life with no one but you two! I survived Henry fucking Bowers with just you guys to keep me safe! I don't need other people in my life." Now, Bill was cutting in and the tension in the hallway to the front door spiked upwards. Eddie realized now that the entire topic of conversation was about to change for the worse- shit, he'd let his mouth run, and now he was going to be pitied. Eddie hated pity. It made him ill.

"E-Eds, you cu-can't go your entire life with o-only me and Stan. I mean," Bill chuckled, his eyebrows slanted sympathetically, "I know we're g-great and all, but your muh-mother has kept you from having healthy social t-ties for your whole life. It's healthy to have more than o-one or two friends." The mention of his mother sent a tidal wave of homesickness propelling right over Eddie's head- a bitter, frightening, nasty homesickness- and suddenly he felt like curling up underneath his covers and crying his eyes out, but he wouldn't. He balled his hands into fists, gritted his teeth together, and turned to the door. His bag was slung over his shoulder.

"Let's go." Eddie kept his head low and pulled the door open, pushing out into the hallway and going straight for the elevator without another word. Bill didn't want to let the topic drop just yet, but a nudge and a shake of the head from Stan was enough to get him to do just that- the shake of Stan's head said let him have this one, Big Bill. It's his first day of school. Give him a break. And so, the conversation was over, to hopefully be picked up again at a later date.

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Richie, earbuds in, King of Rock 'N' Roll playing at full volume, burst in a flurry from his music classroom and made a beeline for the stairwell at the end of the hall. Like some agile snake or cat, he dodged and weaved between other students as they poured from their own respective classes, determined to break out into the sunlight and share his contentedness with his friends.

"Tozier! Don't run in the halls!" Some teacher scolded him, but as Prefab Sprout continued jabbing away at his eardrums he didn't hear it- and he didn't really care to hear it either- he was too busy riding the high that the schools new set of drums had given him. Ever since Richie grew so involved with the rock genre and everything alike, he had wanted to learn to play the drums but had never been given the chance until today. Now, Mr. Carr had basically had to chase Richie from the class with a broom like he was some sort of radical street rat. With his big, goofy grin Richie sent himself flying down the stairs, taking them three at a time and not even wincing at the way his knees protested with every heavy landing. The doors to the outside were within his sights as soon as he touched down onto the first floor. Still pushing past other students, not even bothering with any courteous 'pardon me's' he was at them in an instant. In time with the thudding of the music, he shoved the doors open and went, quite literally, dancing and spinning out into the warming sunlight, which had just begun to peek through the clouds. From across the large expanse of concrete just outside the doors sat an emptying bike rack, and leaning against it he spotted more than the usual quantity of familiar faces.

"Top 'o tha afternoon to ye, Haystack, sor! An' Mr. O'Hanlon, awful good!" As Richie pulled out his earbuds, music so loud it was still audible even as they dropped to hand at his side, he took a dramatic double-take and let out a loud gasp, "Well, if it isn't so!" Now, Richie was the Southern Bell rather than the Irish Cop, and he was taking Bill's hands in his and fluttering his lashes through his thick-framed glasses, "Sir Bill, and your noble companions! What have I done to be graced with your presences, my fair gentlemen?"

"You know you'll ruin your eardrums listening to your music that loud, right? You can't fix Tinnitus- and if you go deaf you'll have hearing aids for the rest of your life." Eddie gripped the straps of his backpack, his eyes flickering down to Richie'e earbuds, which were dangling dangerously close to the dirty ground- much too close for comfort. Eddie almost shuddered.

"Aw, thanks for the concern Spaghetward!" Richie let go of Bill, moving for Eddie instead, and slung his arm enthusiastically over the shorter boys shoulders. In return, as if it were instinct, Eddie let out a sound like the croak of a frog and ducked away with a grimace.

"Don't call me that, jackass!" Out of the entire group, the only one who was observant enough to note the faint red tint on Eddie's face was Mike, and he wasn't going to call the poor boy out on it.

"I see you're all getting along swell, huh?" Richie's dark gaze shifted from Ben and Mike to Bill and Stan, and then, lastly, to Eddie, where they lingered for just a second longer.

"Stan and Eddie were in math with me," Ben says with his small, kind smile, "Stan is some sort of super-genius or something- Eddie, too. I don't get it." Without missing a beat, Eddie let out an exasperated sound, shaking his head furiously.

"No, no no, don't lob me in with Stanley. He's the super-genius, I just nod my head and act like I know what he's talking about." Stan was quick to decline.

"Oh, don't say that. You're getting it."

"Hey, Bev's in working at the cafe today- are you guys interested in stopping by with me, Rich and Ben?" The next one to speak was Mike, and his offer was met with a cacophony of different replies; Ben seemed content with the idea, his smile going wider at the thought; Bill was quick to agree, and Stan was much the same, though Eddie didn't see to thrilled. He let out a sound as if he was going to speak, but then he clamped his jaw shut, mouth a straight line, and bit his tongue. Richie himself was positively ecstatic. His already bubbly mood was only amplified by this suggestion, and his grin was so bright it could blind.

"Oh, you have to come! The sun is out for once, you can't go curl up in whatever cave you're renting. Whaddaya say?" Swinging his backpack off his shoulders, Richie pulled his walkman free and clicked the 'pause' button, then proceeded to, unceremoniously, jam both it and the earbuds in his bag once more.

"I'm down," Bill said, glancing at Stan, who nodded, and then at Eddie, who shrugged curtly and stared intently at the ground below his feet.

"Great!" Zipping his bag back up and throwing it onto his shoulders, Richie moved to lead the way, and before the group knew it they were off, headed for the campus' outskirts and following their trusty guide, Richie Tozier, towards Portland Authentic. The stroll was quaint, amiable- Stan hung near the back with Mike and Bill, pointing out the different types of birds they spotted on the walk. Richie had thought every bird here in Portland was just some old rock pigeon, but now he knew that there were actually mourning doves as well. Ben was at Richie's side, hands in his pockets, his neck craned so that his face was upturned towards the sunlight. Eddie was, though reluctant, to Richie's other side, desperately trying to tune out the bird talk behind him. His annoyance was evident, but there was also a subtle fondness in his soft, brown eyes that showed how much he cared for Stan and his passions.

"Does he talk about pigeons a lot? You seem peeved." Eddie almost jumped right out of his skin at Richie's sudden words, having been totally spaced out in his desperate attempts to disassociate. Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and scratched at the back of his neck.

"Oh, uh," Eddie's gaze darted over his shoulder towards Stan, and then to Richie, and then back at his shoes, his worn black Converse sneakers, "Yeah. He loves them, but... I don't know why. They kinda-" Eddie cut himself off with a shrug, his hand dropping to his side once more, "Kinda gross, don't you think? With their weird feathers and their gross feet? All of their, like, diseases and shit?" Richie's cheeks had begun to hurt from the stretch of his smile. Something today was just making him giddy. His chest was tight with unadulterated glee, and it felt like something was pushing around in his stomach, like butterflies. Eddie was so impossibly earnest. The affection in his gaze directed at Stanley was heartwarming, the exact same kind of best-friend love that Richie had with Bev, Ben and Mike. Despite Eddie being disgusted by birds he was clearly still glad that Stan had something to be so passionate about- cute.

"I dunno," Richie said, a tilt to his head, "I think birds are kind of cool. Especially magpies? Oh, God," Richie took a few steps ahead, and then spun on his heel to walk backwards, facing Eddie and talking animatedly with his hands, "If I had the chance I would have a pet magpie. They're so pretty- their feathers look all blue in the sunlight and stuff, and they get so fluffed out when they're pissed." Eddie looked dumbfounded, his brows furrowed, his jaw dropped- disgusted, that was the word for the expression he wore.

"Are you fucking kidding me? A magpie? Those stupid, nasty black birds with the white chest? Jesus, what's wrong with you?" Running a hand over his face, Eddie let out a huff- Richie's smile grew, somehow, if that was even possible, at the distress his words seemed to have caused in the smaller boy. Seeing him all worked up like this made that weird feeling in Richie's chest grow tenfold. Brushing that thought away, still walking backwards, he let Eddie continue. "They don't know how to shut up. Every Spring, ever Autumn- they would be screaming away at the crack of dawn. I could never catch a wink of sleep. My mommy used to fire at them with my dads old BB gun, but she never hit any of them."

"And thank fuck for that!" Richie scoffed, playful, "Those poor things don't deserve to be shot." Eddie countered with a quick 'yes they do', and then the bickering continued. Their back-and-forth, the lighthearted, heated-on-Eddie's-end banter felt perfectly natural. Richie would say some quip, some little thing about magpies that he found nice or cute or interesting, and then Eddie would come right back at him with why that was false. Richie probably should have been listening to these comebacks, but he found himself getting, more often than not, distracted by little things like the cinnamon-dusting of freckles across the bridge of Eddie's nose or the way his chocolate-toned hair was swept so tidily to one side, not a single hair out of place. Sooner or later, Portland Authentic had come into view, the glass windows showing through to the bustling interior. The after-school rush had just hit, and boy was Richie glad he had the day off today. As he pushed the door open, the bird conversation cut short, he noted exactly how busy it was. The line was huge, nearly reaching the entrance, and almost every single seat was taken except for one four-person table in the back corner.

"I'll get the table." Stan's tone was serious, his gaze determined, "Get me a-"

"B-Black coffee, yeah," Bill was smiling, waving Stan off with one hand. At once, with a final nod of affirmation, Stan sped away to secure the seats. Though Richie didn't say anything, he thought to himself how the hell can someone like black coffee? because there were so many other options, sweet drinks, savory, peppermint or rich chocolate- drinking straight black coffee as a regular was basically a sin in his eyes. Slow and steady, the line progressed, Bev behind the counter working with two other people named Britney and Mason. Richie wasn't too fond of them and honestly pitied poor Bev having to deal with them all alone. It had been a good two or three weeks since she's been stuck in a shift without Ben or Richie at her side. Finally the group of five arrived at the till and Beverly's face brightened like a Christmas tree.

"Rich! Ben! Mike, Bill, Eddie- Great to see you guys, my God, today has been absolute hell-" She seemed to notice she was getting sidetracked, and shook her head, frazzled, getting back into her working head space. "Sorry. What can I get you guys?"

"An affogato for me, my dear, and- Hey, Eds, do you like ice cream? Whatever- Get a second one for him, too. He needs to branch out a little." Eddie gaped, seconds from a retort as Richie ordered for him, but then Richie stepped aside and shot him a glance that was unusually sincere. "Hey, don't worry. It's another low-caffeine one, and it's more vanilla ice cream than anything else. You'll love it, I swear."

"Yeah, fine," Eddie set his jaw tight.

"One bl-black coffee and an amer-amer-am-" Bill bit his tongue, screwing his eyes shut, and then, with a sigh, forced out the words, "americano. Jesus." Bev gave him a calm smile, a silent 'it's alright, dude' and turned to Ben and Mike who ordered a coffee with two creams and two sugars and a lemonade. Richie offered to pay, abusing his employees discount, and then the group all turned to the table in the corner where Stan was still seated with a book in his hand. As the group approached he placed the small origami crane he used as a bookmark between the pages of The Shining and tucked the novel away- the front cover had been battered and frayed, a sign of having been read and reread for years and years. Clearly, the book was cherished.

"Great choice, Stanny," Richie complimented with a nod towards Stan's backpack, where the book had been hidden away, "You a fan of horror?" Stanley was quick to shake his head, hugging himself gently and running his hands along his upper arms.

"I hate it. Bill is making me read it. It's torture." Bill let out a barking laugh as he took his seat, having pulled up an extra chair from another table. Two people would have to squish into the corners since this spot was only meant to seat four- no one seemed to mind.

"So you're the horror fanatic, then. Glad to see we have something in common! What's your favourite movie?" Taking his own seat on Stan's other side, Richie held his head up with his hand, elbow planted on the tabletop, his curiosity officially piqued. Ben and Mike weren't fond of the gore-packed stuff Richie enjoyed, so Bev was the only one who ever went to the theater with him; the idea of having another friend to catch some films with was just swell.

"That's tough to suh-say," Bill tapped his finger against the table, glancing sidelong at Eddie, "We went to see H-Halloween a few years back. I luh-liked that one a lot, but now wh-whenever I see it I think of when your m-mom found out-"

"Shut up, Bill," Eddie cut him off with a harsh glare, and then forced his expression to soften, covering up his snappiness with a red face and a sarcastic, "D-Don't remind me." It was clear he was embarrassed- Richie would have pressed, since he couldn't keep his trashmouth shut sometimes (all the time), but Beverly saved the day by hurrying over with a tray balanced precariously on one hand. Atop that tray sat the array of beverages that the group of six had ordered. With Beverly's fantastic memory, she began to hand out cup after cup to exactly who had requested them; Ben got his double-double, Mike his lemonade, Bill his americano, Stan his black coffee (Beverly knew it was for him even though he hadn't been at the till- not many people ordered coffee black and she remembered him from that first night.). Richie and Eddie were given their double order of affogato, an Italian coffee-based dessert consisting of a scoop of vanilla ice cream and a shot of espresso on the side.

"Thanks, Bevvie," Richie bid her adieu with a two-fingered salute and then turned all of his attention towards Eddie, "Alright," he began, "Eds,"

"-Don't call me that-"

"-you're about to taste the best thing you've ever had in your life. Follow my lead," Richie plucked up the small one-ounce shot glass of espresso, and, reluctantly, Eddie did the same. In tandem, they poured the coffee over the ice cream, then grabbed their spoons. Eddie was the first to take a scoop, shooting Richie a glance that he couldn't decipher before taking the bite. For the quickest second his eyes seemed to light up, and then he swallowed down the obvious delight and simply shrugged his shoulders.

"It's alright, I guess," He grumbled, and then proceeded to devour the next bite of the treat. Richie grinned wide, taking a scoop of his own and lifting it into the air, accepting his victory.

"I would like to propose a toast!" He called, and all eyes turned to him, "To Stuttering Bill, Stan the Man, and Eddie Spaghetti- Welcome to the Losers Club!" With a cheer from nearly all- Eddie settling for a small smile- the group burst into friendly chatter. Richie's toast held some sort of unseen monumental weight- everyone felt it- even Beverly, who was behind the counter and working away, had paused to raise her water bottle with bright eyes. Though everyone felt it- it, being that feeling of rightness- no one said a word. It wasn't necessary. Richie, Ben, Beverly and Mike had been a quartet for a few years now, as thick as thieves- they had called themselves the 'Losers Club' and, until Eddie, Stan and Bill arrived, the four of them had been the only members. No one could be certain what had changed, but, just like that, all seven knew that they were a singular unit. It was no longer Richie, Ben, Beverly and Mike. Now, it was Richie, Ben, Beverly, Mike, Eddie, Bill and Stan. The Losers Club with a capital L and a capital C.

In a fleeting moment, Eddie caught Bill's gaze, and held it. The redhead was wearing his leadership smile, that easy-breezy full-face grin that so easily gained him respect. Once the two's eyes clicked, that smile shifted into something else, something softer, something that Bill reserved for Eddie. It was a brotherly smile- After all, Bill was the brother Eddie had never had. Bill was the rock, the island in the middle of the ocean, the one thing that never failed to keep Eddie sane, the solace in the storm that had been his mother, and was now the unfamiliar territory of Portland. In that smile was an unspoken promise, as well as something else. The promise was These people will keep you safe. The 'something else' was Bill's pride- his pride in Eddie. I'm proud of you, Eds, the smile said. You're doing great. For the first time in his life, Eddie was fearless. His own smile said Thank you.

#reddie #reddie fanfiction #richie tozier #edde kaspbrak #stan uris #stanley uris #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #the losers club #it #it movie #it chapter 1 #it chapter 2 #it 2017 #it 2019

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rhydium · 3 years

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Info dumbo about the StarFinite story?

aright u asked for it anon GET READY [cracks knuckles] this is gonna be long so obligatory cut in 3, 2........

...1!

so the uh, the au! the story!! w/e yall wanna call it! full disclaimer, i only began working on this whole thing a while ago, but it's totally taken over my fukn brain. like, we're talking big hyperfixation hrs. am i cringe for being this invested in my own content? yes? cool i do not Care >:3€

i should also throw it out there real quick that i am kin w/ infinite, n this is actually one of my two canons (both of which are my own aus lmfao wow). i didn't go into it expecting it to be but sfsfsgdfs here we are ig!! for that reason it's got extra importance to me n this definitely contributes to the euphoria i get from it!! it's a lil odd writing ur own canon,,? but i kinda just go w/ the flow!

the au n, the story that i will start Eventually, revolves around infinite n starline (obvi) n it's honestly just ... the tl;dr is big healing momence n, what's this? uh oh sisters !!! they are falling in love 😳😳😳

uhhhh so infinite is an android, made by eggman. that's like, the most notable canon divergence here! super important context to have. i've got a whole big theory on the possibility of sega originally intending infinite to be an artificial being (which i explored in the works for my Other canon too), stemming from not only the scene in forces wherein infinite comments on sonic's "data", but a line of dialogue from tails in one of the last stages of the game where he Literally Says "so this is where eggman built infinite". that ... i mean. that contrasts w/ episode shadow pretty hard don't it?? would explain why that dlc was so rushed, n the comic too. ANYWAY adsfsfs um that's a seperate ramblepost. yeah!!!

they are also agender n use they/them (primarily) as well as he/him!! so i'll be refering to them w/ those pronouns!

after the war, infinite is taken in by the resistance n, instead of being dismantled, they're basically given a chance to rehabilitate themselves. it's agreed that they won't be reprogrammed, as despite the potential risks, it feels wrong to do so; like a violation of their free will, individuality n thinking. if infinite is to be a good person, it's not gonna be bc other ppl recreated their entire personality, it's gonna be bc it's what they themselves truly want. robot ethics idk man!! u can't tell me that sonic n co wouldn't offer this to infinite if they offered it to metal in IDW,,,, i am Standing By This!!!

it's, yknow, a bit rocky, at first. infinite has to really fight the urge to return to eggman (something they already tried once, before the resistance found them; they were cast out). it's a struggle against what they were built to do, against giving into unhealthy familiarity over facing a, while healthier, unfamiliarity. new faces, a new life, turning their back on their mission n creator, it's like, a lot.

they work for/with the sonic crew, rebuilding the world they tore down as deemed fitting justice, being closely monitored for a bit as a natural precaution. as it becomes apparent infinite truly no longer has any ambition to harm others (they don't have much ambition for anything, really), they're then granted more freedom, n start taking on more important missions!! it at least gives them something to do, keeps them occupied. they have issues with dissociation, unreality, whether they're truly a real person bc, well, android. feeling purposeless, n a lack of worth, especially. a need to prove themselves. heavy stuff. i'll kinda go into that a bit more in a sec. their work grounds them, if only temporarily.

n soooooo... IDW comic stuff happens. metal virus time. starline gets kicked out of the empire.

now, as the comics are ongoing, n as this is already an au, there's gonna be divergence, n i must admit i haven't planned out all that yet. there's a lot i have to consider!! infinite being w the resistance/restoration is a big game changer ... tho i Do believe that they were absent, likely on a far out mission during most of the chaos. eggman doesn't know abt them, nor does starline or anyone else other than the sonic crew; n some civilians that recognise them.

i'm not 100% sure of Exactly when it happens, but i think it's just after bad guys, that infinite is sent to locate n bring in starline. it doesn't prove too difficult. there's a whole, starline realising "oh fuck it's you???", some bickering n, the two don't hit it off right away. they're both kinda like. not mentally stable ddgddgdds,,,

so uh. starline ends up essentially going thru the same sorta shit as infinite. careful watch, rebuilding, all that jazz, making sure he can be trusted. he's like... very very lost, quite like infinite is. the world has kinda calmed down, in the meanwhile.

it's at this point i'm gonna go ahead n drop a bit of a ramble i subjected my friends to a while ago, to articulate the way i see the two, n their dynamic together!! i was considering making this it's own post a while ago!

analysing their characters a bit... let's look at starline. Like. so we have this, in bad guys, which SENT ME tbfh;

i feel like it's the moment that triggers starline onto the path he is rn canonically,,, he's clearly like. rly mad n bitter. the core of this?? he wants his work n his efforts to be acknowledged.

he's big angry. still kind of in denial at this stage. he has himself obsessed w/ the idea of making eggman see him as Worthy, that if he just tries hard enough, that'll happen. he's dependent on eggman's validation, n i mean, it's no surprise; he's followed him a Long Time by the sounds of it.

then in the recent issue, hold the fuck up, bc we got, This;

god. my god it's all comin together now homies. this???? this right here??? it is the CLASSIC "i have to do this to prove i'm strong n powerful n smart n worthy n should be respected please Give Me Acknowledgement" ..... n who else is Like That? can u see where im going w/ this?

i think most ppl are aware of infinite's character being extremely indicative of self worth/esteem issues n the need to prove themself, right?? the extreme adversity, repulsion, perhaps even fear toward the idea of being weak. the compulsion to prove otherwise, to show their strength, to become powerful, to conquer to make a point. their theme exudes this same energy as their behaviour in-game; an aggressive attitude, trying to assert themself, while if u rly listen...? the lyrics are actually really sad in places. it reeks of cover up, although composition wise, a v interesting thing to note is a lot of the more telling lyrics are prominent while some of the affirming ones are in the background. indicative of a desire to have their true feelings be heard but caught in a vicious loop?

okay okay that's yet Another different analysis. AHEM.

not to get deep on main (oh who the hell am i kidding that's the point of this entire thing) but i think starline has issues w/ his worth in a similar way to infinite. they both seem to have this need to Prove something, whether it's to others or themselves, n get caught in a toxic spiral of doing worse n worse things for Some kind of validation or acknowledgement. they'll go to really big lengths chasing that, n both of them ultimately sought validation in the wrong place n wrong way.

this is a big part of my starfinite dynamic,, n so, what happens, as they get closer n open up??? we have them BOTH realising together that they don't have to do fuck all to prove anything to anyone. they don't need to do all this to show they're strong n smart n worth something, not to anyone else OR themselves. they're enough as they are. they bond over that shared feeling that they have to do xyz, to prove themselves, n that desire to just finally be acknowledged n appreciated n help each other thru it. to help each other understand that other ppls approval, or lack thereof, doesn't define them, their strength, intelligence, and worthiness.

i feel like they have an interesting parallel between them in like... the above could be taken as a general analysis, but to go more in depth on this au specifically?? ...

starline followed eggman for presumably a long time n it no doubt left him feeling a heavy and deep regret for all that time wasted n spent on an unhealthy path. infinite kinda teaches him that what matters is what he's doing Now n also reminds him that if none of it happened, starline wouldn't have learnt a lot of the serious skills he has. n while starline still feels bad, he also realises himself that, he likely never would have crossed infinite's path if none of it happened. for that reason, he wouldn't take it back.

infinite has only been recently made, on the other hand. they haven't really existed long, yet, but so far their experiences haven't been very positive n it can be .... discouraging. starline sorta, shows infinite their limited experiences w/ the world are a very tiny fraction of what's out there, n things can absolutely change, yes, including for the better; that's the essence of life, a neverending, constant flow of change.

it's a big tale of moving on n letting go, honestly; made easier as they're doing it together. n as they heal n grow, well... these bitches gay. sfshshdgds like, ig that's putting it p bluntly but!! they start to trust each other, understand each other more. as they get to truly know who the other is, they both start developing The Feelings. they're both pretty oblivious n the reveal is totally unknown so far!! yeah, i know, bummer. i suck. boo. adafsfsds however i can say there will be lots of content in the making!! if that soothes the soul! i've got of ideas i hope to bring to life.

ofc there's still a lot of more specific things i haven't covered here so! if y'all want more juice hmu w/ more focused questions but !! this is the overview n i hope it was a decent read now that gave some uhhh! Cool Insight! yea!!! ✌

#jackal.txt #android infinite au #i need a proper name for this #infinite the jackal #dr starline #starfinite #long post #idw sonic spoilers

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phobiadeficient · 4 years

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hello hello, it is i, a random stranger 👋 i love ur fics, but its not abnormal i guess, since u r so f good at making them,,, would you mind writing some speeding bullet, with snipes pinning scout to wall and scout being astonished and embarrassed by it? thank youu ❤❤

scout getting slammed into a wall, comin’ right up

(warnings for very minor violence)

“So what do you even do?” Scout asked, trailing a foot or two behind Sniper and mostly not stepping on his heels. “Like, in your free time? Wrestle alligators or some shit?”

“The stereotype is crocodiles,” Sniper pointed out, posture a little stiff as he continued walking, his freshly-filled cup of coffee sloshing a little bit with how quickly he was walking towards the exit to the base.

“That’s not an answer, c’mon, man!” Scout whined, ducking ahead a little to try and get in Sniper’s line of sight. It didn’t work, Sniper just moving around him and walking out the door to the outside of the base. Scout pursued. “We only even see you in here like once a week, maybe I’m just curious what you do all the rest of the time!”

“Be less curious,” Sniper deadpanned, not stopping or slowing in the slightest.

Until the moment Scout moves to stand directly in front of him, that was. Then he came to a very abrupt stop, flinching hard enough that he almost spilled his coffee. “Man, would it kill you to lighten up and talk for a minute?” Scout asked earnestly.

“Might kill you,” Sniper threatened outright, trying to sidestep and move around him.

Scout mirrored him. “I’m just tryin’ to have a conversation!”

“I’m just trying to go about my business,” Sniper shot back, and tried to step around him again.

Mirrored again. “What’s your problem?!” Scout challenged.

A moment later, Scout was no longer standing there with his hands on his hips. Instead he was grabbed by the collar and lifted bodily to be slammed against the concrete wall. Sniper’s other hand, in the mean time, didn’t spill his coffee.

“My problem is getting pestered within an inch of my buggering life every time you catch sight of me!” Sniper all but snapped, looking extremely irritated. “My problem is that you won’t take the hint and shut up and leave me alone! Why are you so determined to get so far into my bloody business all the damn time?!”

Silence, for a full four seconds. In that time, both Sniper and Scout seemed to realize how red Scout’s face had gotten.

“Uh,” Scout tried, voice cracking a little, flustered beyond words and trying to scramble his brain back together.

Sniper scoffed, taking a step back and releasing him. He looked confused and still somewhat irritated. “You can’t be serious,” he deadpanned.

“I-I-I dunno what you’re talking about,” Scout said quickly, trying to backtrack. “I-I—“

“Weren’t born yesterday,” Sniper said flatly. “Don’t try and lie to me.”

“I’m—“ Scout went to deny, and caught Sniper’s expression, and changed tactics. “Uh. I’m... sorry?”

“Just shut up, kid,” Sniper sighed, glaring off to one side down towards the door they’d stepped out of, taking a sip of his coffee. He seemed to notice the way Scout seemed about two seconds from evaporating in the silence, and spoke again. “Really don’t know how you expected any of that to work. You thought you’d talk my ear off and, what, at some point I’d start stripping?”

“No, I just—“ Scout started to defend, then realized he was in fact speaking out loud, and shut up for a few seconds. He tried again when Sniper raised an eyebrow at him. “I just... I didn’t think it’d go anywhere, I just kinda... wanted...”

Silence. “Wanted what?” Sniper prompted outright.

“...Your attention,” Scout admitted a little sheepishly.

Sniper just looked at him for a long few moments, and for those long few moments Scout wished for some kind of immediate escape from his situation. Heart attack, stroke, anything that would get him out of there.

Then Sniper was taking two steps closer, boxing Scout in against the wall. “Well, you have my attention,” he said, tone a little lower. “What now?”

A few seconds later, once Scout’s brain stopped short-circuiting so badly, he managed to stammer a sentence. “You—you’re serious?” he choked.

Sniper shrugged. “Depends on where you’re planning on this going.”

“Uh—yeah, yeah! Sure! Uh. Maybe, uh—“ Scout stuttered, tripping over his words, flustered and embarrassed. Sniper waited. “Uh, maybe we can... I, I dunno, go somewhere more private...?”

“Plenty private. Nobody else ever comes out this way,” Sniper replied.

“Oh. Yeah, that’s cool. Uh.” He swallowed hard. His mouth felt dry. “I-I-I dunno, what would... you want?”

“Fairly sure I asked you first.”

“I, look, I have no idea what you want from me here, man,” Scout admitted, flustered.

“I want you to tell me what you’re into, whether this would be a long-term arrangement, and whether you’d be trying to take the lead or not. From this conversation I’m guessing it’s a no on that last one,” he ventured, eyebrows rising.

“I uh, I haven’t... the, there’s not a lot of guys who... I’m kinda new to most of this,” Scout admitted next, face getting increasingly red. “Haven’t really... done anything with a guy, mostly just... y’know, just, thought about it.”

“Yeah?” Sniper asked, eyebrows rising further, though his expression was still a little hard to read with the sunglasses. “So... rather than saying anything, you’ve just been, what, dropping by to pester me until I snap at you, then running off to have a wank over it? That right?”

Scout’s voice caught in his throat, and when he finally said “yeah”, it was much squeakier than he’d intended.

He jumped bodily when a large, rough hand moved to suddenly cup at the front of his pants, finding just the right position within a moment, gripping at him through the fabric. His breathing hitched, and Sniper never looked away. “Hmm. Been a while, then?” he asked almost idly.

Scout tried to stammer out an affirmation, but it was cut off by Sniper suddenly squeezing for a moment.

“Probably won’t take much,” Sniper observed neutrally, tone unbothered and unaffected. “Hell, ‘specially since it’s me, and apparently you’ve been thinking about this.”

He’d been thinking about all sorts of things, but admittedly the concept of Sniper trapping him against a wall and massaging at his package through his pants was doing a lot for him.

“Pants off,” Sniper directed calmly, and Scout promptly moved to undo his pants, and was left trying to keep them from falling down into the dust with one hand and clinging to Sniper’s bicep with the other when he was promptly taken back in hand. Sniper paused long enough to spit into his palm before he was jacking Scout off in steady, even motions.

It wasn’t anything fancy, but he was right, Scout wouldn’t need it. Already his head was spinning.

“Good?” Sniper asked when for a while all he could do was choke on little noises of pleasure, trying to hold back any potentially embarrassing sounds.

“Yeah,” he agreed quickly, shakily, and fuck, Sniper was still only using the one hand, still hadn’t even put down his fucking coffee, and here he was about to lose it any second, holy shit—

And the words he tried to say were “oh my god”, but mostly it was just a babble, but Sniper seemed to catch on anyways, and he sped his hand and hummed in interest when Scout spilled over his knuckles with a weak whine.

Sniper wiped his hands off on Scout’s briefs, moved back enough to let him get his pants back on. Scout looked at him once he had his head in order, saw that Sniper’s pants were suddenly a good bit tighter.

“Uh,” he tried, and blinked a few times to reorient himself, and tried again, going for more suave and less squeak. “You uh, want me to take care of that?”

Sniper raised an eyebrow, sipped his coffee. “Up to you. We could head somewhere with a bed and I could show you a thing or two. Since you’re new to blokes and all.”

“Yeah. Yeah! Sounds good. Sounds great actually, great. Great ideas. Uh... thanks?” Scout stammered, mouth right back to running.

“Kid, do yourself a favor? Shut up.”

“Yeah okay shutting up—“

#//sniperscout #//powerplay #//teasing

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the-quiet-winds · 5 years

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Taming the Bottled Seas

Honestly, the rational part of Catherine of Aragon’s brain knows, it isn’t even that bad.

It’s a twisted ankle, that’s all. Catherine took a bit of a spill in the dressing room - not even dancing on stage, just walking through the dressing room in show shoes - and her ankle had given out.

So she is on bed rest for a week or so. Doctor’s orders.

And she hates every single damn minute of it.

She can’t make her own food. She can’t refill the water bottle next to her bed. Someone has to help her get to the bathroom because she can’t put any weight on her right foot.

For lack of a better word, it’s hell.

Of course, her company does help to make it better. Jane and Cathy bring her food and sit with her when they can, and Anna and Katherine come in armed with movies and board games to pass the time.

She doesn’t see much of Anne, admittedly.

By the fourth day of her confinement, Catherine is itching to get out of bed for longer than to just go to the bathroom. Her hair is greasy, despite Cathy’s careful application of dry shampoo and other products, and she knows that the lack of showers has not been good for her skin.

And the long hours alone while the others are performing, even if she buries herself in a book or tries to maneuver the computer or cell phone she keeps nearby, start to drive her insane.

The house is far too quiet.

When it’s quiet, that’s when the bad thoughts come crawling in.

They’re easy to combat at first. She bats them off as she delves into her twelfth or so video on YouTube. But as the week drags forth, they become stronger.

So on that fourth night, she finds herself curled up on her side (the worst position for her healing ankle, the doctor had said), all but shivering with some mangled sorts of fear and dread and guilt and every other sort of negative thing all rolled into one horrible package and dropped on the doorstep of her thoughts.

It’s late when the queens return that night - the last show of the week always brought them to the bar before coming home, and it’s just barely past midnight when she hears them come in, as quiet as they attempt to be.

Five sets of footsteps make their way up the stairs and divide off into rooms, but one comes to her door and slowly opens it.

Whoever it is doesn’t say anything, presumably Jane just seeing if she was asleep, and turns off the light on the way out.

The next morning, Catherine wakes up to more silence. Their day off, she supposes, was usually the day to sleep in-

But someone knocks at her door?

She very nearly doesn’t answer, just to be able to wallow in her self-pity a few moments longer.

“Come in,” she says, although she doesn’t quite know why. She expects Jane or Cathy to come in and fuss over her and make sure she eats-

“I brought you a doughnut.”

“Anne?”

Catherine turns over at the voice, and sure enough, Anne Boleyn, with sleep-snarled hair, dark grey pajamas, and a small plate and mug in her hands, giving her a tired, yet slightly hopeful, smile.

“Can I come in?”

Catherine, still utterly confused, nods.

Anne grins a little brighter and shuts the door behind her softly with her foot before crossing to sit on the bed. She folds her legs beneath her and hands the offerings to Aragon.

“I know you like the blueberry ones,” Anne comments. “And I made you some coffee.”

Catherine, for all the words she usually says in a day, is speechless.

“I can leave you alone,” Anne says hastily, already moving to her feet. “I didn’t mean to-”

“No!” Catherine suddenly exclaims. “Please stay.”

Anne hesitantly sits back down, watching Catherine warily.

The older woman takes a small bite out of the pastry. “This is really nice of you,” she says.

Anne shrugs. “I haven’t been there for you much. I guess I felt bad, I dunno.” She looks back up to Catherine. “Are you feeling alright?”

It’s Aragon’s turn to give a half-hearted response to that. “Sucks, being cooped up,” she mumbles.

To Catherine’s surprise, Anne hums in agreement. “It’s stressful, not being in control like that.” Aragon’s eyes shoot up, one eyebrow raised, and the latter simply tugs on the collar of her shirt until the faintly red line on her neck is visible. Aragon blushes. “It’s alright,” Anne assures her, “you don’t have the brain cells right now.”

“Of course I have brain cells,” Catherine states, even more confused. “Why would I not?”

Anne chuckles to herself. “No, it’s just a phrase. Means you’re a bit empty-headed or something.”

Aragon glances away in thought, then, just barely, she grins. “I like it.”

Anne’s smile turns to a cheeky smirk. “You’d’ve liked it sooner if you used a website that wasn’t Facebook. Like a nan or something.”

“Anne Boleyn!” Catherine scoffs. She gives her a soft shove of the shoulder and Anne laughs.

“I’m not wrong!”

Catherine just rolls her eyes at that. She takes another bite of the doughnut and it turns bad in her mouth. Not the doughnut herself, but the remnants of last nights unpleasant thoughts taint her taste. She sets it down on the side table.

Anne notices the sudden change in Catherine’s demeanor and scoots closer. “What’s up?”

Before Aragon fully knows what she’s doing or why she’s doing it, she’s spilled the whole story. How she feels useless. How she feels weak. How these feelings mirror the hardest battle of her life - when she was imprisoned for seven years.

Anne’s shame from earlier returns. She was never the best at comforting people. It wasn’t a skill that came naturally to her.

But she does her best.

By the time Catherine’s finished rambling, there are tears dripping down her face. Anne grabs the napkin by the plate and wipes them away with the softest touch she can muster.

Then, she moves right to Aragon’s side, gently tugging on the woman’s head to let it rest on her shoulder. If she’s being honest, she didn’t think Catherine would accept the affection. Contrary to her beliefs, Aragon clings to it. She leans heavier into Anne, even reaching to take one of Anne’s hands.

“Thank you,” she mumbles.

“For what?”

“Staying, bringing the food.” The breathiest chuckle escapes, barely two puffed exhales. “Teaching me slang.”

Anne laughs softly. “Of course. I’m sorry I didn’t come by sooner.”

“It’s okay,” Aragon assures her quietly. “I’m glad you’re here now.”

Anne squeezes Aragon’s hand very gently.

“I’m glad I’m here too.”

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emilyjunk · 4 years

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ur so beautiful - bemily minific

Rain splatters the pavement as they emerge from the underground station. The city lights reflect off the wet ground, blurred skyscraper windows, muted streaks of headlights and streetlamps.

Next to her, Beca scoots closer under the umbrella, her arm brushing Emily’s elbow. Emily shivers, and she doesn’t know if it’s from the rain.

They’d just come from a meeting at Beca’s studio and Emily’s whole body tingles with warm fuzzies. It’s been two years since the USO tour and Beca had already released her own album to great success. Emily had expected nothing less for her talented friend, but what she hadn’t expected was for Beca to ask her to come over the summer so they could work together.

“I dunno, dude,” Beca had said in a rare and surprising phone call a few months prior. “It’s like. These in-house writers they keep sticking with me are like, good and whatever. But I dunno. I keep thinking of senior year and what we did. It doesn’t measure up.”

So two days after she’d hit summer break, off Emily went, up to New York, to a nice apartment in the Lower East side. To Beca.

That had been a month ago, and a very long one at that. Emily had been to New York before, on family vacations and Bella trips. But living here? Nothing could compare. The rush, the way the city seems to have its own personality. And of course…

Beca.

Emily had always had complicated feelings when it came to Beca. Their relationship had always walked a blurry line for Emily, because Beca was so many different things to her. Beca had been her mentor, her role model. Her fellow Bella. Her friend.

Now though? Emily’s feelings have reached a new complexity because in addition to all those things that Beca was, she’s also the unwitting object of Emily’s major crush.

It had always been there, simmering under the surface, but Emily had never had the need (or the courage) to look it in the face. But now she’s living with Beca, now they’re both older, both living lives outside a cappella and Bellas and silly sisterhoods.

Now Emily’s crush is practically the only thing she thinks about. She thinks about it while they eat breakfast in the morning, while they write together in the studio, while they make dinner and listen to music. She thinks about it in the shower, on the subway, in the hours she lies awake at night because she can’t sleep, fantasies of coming clean to Beca about her feelings plaguing her brain until she manages to drift into a restless unconsciousness that leaves her exhausted the next morning. She doesn’t care though, because she’s too happy to mind.

Even now, as the rain pours down, trickling in her eyes, soaking her socks, making the ends of her hair curl in the humidity, she can’t bring herself to care at all. Because Beca’s looped their arms together and is tugging her toward that coffee shop two blocks over that they always go to.

“Dude, I don’t care that it’s 8PM, I need a triple shot of espresso stat,” Beca’s saying, shooting Emily a grin under the shadow of the umbrella. And Emily swears every light in the city must flash brighter because it can’t be Beca that’s giving everything around them that shiny haze, right?

“You’re gonna be up all night.”

“Sleep is for the weak, Legacy.”

Emily shakes her head fondly and leads them inside, shaking the raindrops off the umbrella and getting them a table while Beca grabs their coffee. When she plops down across from Emily at the table, Emily can hardly breathe.

Beca’s eyes shine especially blue under the dim lights overhead and her cheeks are red from walking. She absentmindedly slouches in her chair, elbow resting on the table, chin slumped in her hand.

Emily’s stomach twists. Beca is beautiful, and sometimes Emily has the urge to ruin everything by saying so out loud. Saying something like that would mean something, and even if it’s true Emily can’t bring herself to say so.

Because Beca’s so calm and chill, and Emily talks too much and gets over-excited, foolish and awkward. Beca always gives her this amused look, soft and happy, and Emily just knows -- she knows -- that saying something so honest would freak Beca out.

She just wishes Beca knew sometimes.

Because holding all this in?

Starting to drive Emily a little crazy.

Sometimes she’s delusional enough to think Beca might feel the same.

It’s in the way Beca’s always finding little reasons to touch her. The swatting at Emily’s arm when she makes a dumb joke. The way she puts her head in Emily’s lap when they watch TV. The way she holds onto Emily’s arm when they push through a particularly crowded area and doesn’t let go until they’re well past it.

And the thing is, sometimes when she’s avoiding looking at Beca, when she’s forcing herself not to stare while they’re making music or even doing inane things like brushing their teeth, she catches Beca looking at her. She’ll be unable to help herself and glance at Beca over the piano, peek at her in the bathroom mirror, and Beca’s eyes will jump away.

But for one millisecond, Emily caught her staring, and she has to wonder if there are things Beca’s not saying, too.

Emily stands at the airport at the end of the summer with a new line on her resume and her suitcase in hand.

Beca’s got her hands stuffed low in her jean pockets, her mouth twisted as she watches Emily pat herself over. Phone. Tickets. Wallet. Emily catches her looking, surprised when Beca doesn’t look away.

If Emily were braver, maybe she’d find a quiet place for them to sit, and she’d look Beca in the eyes without fear, open her mouth, and tell Beca how she feels.

She’d tell Beca that she’s the most beautiful person Emily’s ever seen, both inside and out. That Beca makes her insides jumpy and her outsides clumsy. That whenever Beca says her name, Emily feels her entire body inhaling, like every atom of her is taking in Beca’s voice, her attention, her presence.

And maybe Emily’s just obsessed, and maybe it wouldn’t work out, but at least Beca would know. At least she would have tried.

And maybe… just maybe… Beca would feel the same. Maybe that look on her face that’s there now, that uncertain wanting Emily thinks she sees, would unravel like an unruly ball of yarn, and the words would spill from both of them and things would make sense.

Emily’s not brave, though, and Beca’s thoughts, if they exist, stay zipped up tight inside the locked box that’s Beca.

“I’m gonna miss you,” Emily says at last, pulling Beca to her in a hug. Her nose settles in Beca’s hair and she inhales, if only so she has the memory of how comforting Beca smells to get her through.

“Yeah, dude. Me too.” Beca squeezes her back.

They stand like that for a minute, until Beca clears her throat and steps away, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Everything in Emily yearns to say something, but she can’t. She can’t even look Beca in the eyes.

“Well, thanks for an awesome summer, bud. I, uh. For real. I’m gonna miss you. It was nice having you around again.”

Emily softens. “How about a selfie? To remember it by?”

Beca gives a playful eye roll, but dutifully holds up her phone and snaps a picture. “There. Posterity at its finest.”

Emily laughs. “Bye, Bec. Thanks for everything.”

“See you around, Legacy.”

Emily leaves after that. She looks behind her as she enters the airport, but Beca’s already walking away, sliding into a taxi without a spare glance behind her.

Emily spends the plane ride back to Atlanta trying not to think about Beca and failing. She just keeps rewinding all the moments from the summer in her head, pausing to remember all the times Beca took her breath away.

All the times they were in the studio, Beca focused and passionate. The time Emily walked in on her dancing around the kitchen to Walk the Moon. The time she laughed at Emily’s Stacie impression so hard she peed and had to run to the bathroom. The time Beca reached for her hand while they were walking down 16th Ave and gave it a squeeze, for no apparent reason. It had made Emily’s heart skip.

Emily misses her already, and suddenly a regret bubbles up in her chest.

Why hadn’t she said anything? Is it really that impossible that Beca might reciprocate her feelings?

Still, a little kernel of doubt remains stuck in her mind, tugging her into uncertainty.

As she steps off the plane, and turns her phone on, she reminds herself that she loves having Beca as her friend more than anything, and she doesn’t need to go making a fool out of herself.

Overhead, the airport intercom buzzes with activity. She tunes it out as her phone vibrates in her hand with a notification.

[Beca Mitchell tagged you in an Instagram post.]

Emily blinks and pulls it up. It’s the selfies of them at the airport.

Beca Mitchell: Sad to see her go. Had the best summer. Beautiful and she doesn’t even know it #bellalove #RareSappyPost

Emily’s heart drops and she stops right in the middle of the concourse. A body nudges by her, brushing her shoulder, but she doesn’t care. She’s gaping at her phone.

There’s still that kernel of doubt lodged in her skull, but she ignores it. She doesn’t care.

Instead, she pulls up Beca’s contact and without thinking, presses the call button.

#bemily #my writing #IM STILL FUCKING HERE #wahhh

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 5 years

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Even in the darkest hours (Sweet pea x Reader x fangs) (OS)

Warning: Angst, Sexual Assault, Attempted rape, Trigger warning, poly-relationship (Not a real warning, only wanted to let you know), crappy grammar Word count: ~1521 Summary: While waiting for your boyfriends at a Party, someone decides to overstep his lines and try to get his way with you...Will your boyfriends manage to save you before it’s too late?

Ever since you, Sweat Pea and Fangs became a thing, you were used to having one of them accompanying you at all time, which was one of the reasons why you felt so weird, being completely alone at this party. A friend of you had invited you and your two boyfriends, but both of them had to help Jughead and your other friends doing something, most likely low-key illegal or dangerous, which was the reason they didn't want you to come with them. So, rather than sitting at home and worrying about them, you decided to accept your friend's invitation and went to the party alone. Now, standing alone in one of the corners, the music way too loud for your liking and all the people rubbing onto each other, you regretted every decision you've made that day and wished you were sitting at home in your sweats instead of this way too tight dress, watching some quality movies. You felt your phone vibrate in your boot (where you stored it when you went to party's) and fished it out to read a message in the group chat between you and your boys. Sweat Pea: We're finished. Ur still at the party? You smiled a little bit and sent them the address since you knew that they'd come over anyway. Not wanting to spend another moment inside alone, you squeezed yourself out of the house onto the front porch where you sat down on a hanging bench. There were some beer bottles on the lawn and you were sure you heard some giggling coming from the car in the driveway, but you just started to swing a little bit, watching into the direction from which you thought Sweat Pea and Fangs would arrive. There was a creak and you heard the front door open, not bothering to turn around until a voice started you. "Not in a party-mood?" the Boy asked, sitting down beside you, causing you to shift a Little bit away, Feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Yes...uhm, no...I mean, I'm waiting for someone," you mumbled keeping your gaze away from him. He only hummed in Agreement and you could've sworn that he moved closer to you. A shiver made it's way down your spine and you wanted nothing more than to disappear right then and there. "I'm Theo by the way," he broke the silence and laid his arm around your shoulder, giving you a reason to jump up from the swing and take a few steps back. He stood up too, taking a step closer. "What's the matter Kitten? I won't bite, if you don't want me to," he said, taking another step. "I-I'm already...already in a committed relationship," you stuttered backing away even more until your back collided with the porch-fence. Theo chuckled dryly and came so Close to you, that you'd be able to Count his eyelashes. "Oh I know everything about you and your little Boy-toys," he said, bringing his Hand to your face, tracing the lines of your face, causing you to turn it away in disgust. "It's a shame that an angel like you spends her time and...her love...with such disgusting snails when she could be with me. I could Show you a really good time..." he mumbled the last part, bringing his lips to your neck, making you try to escape him, only for him to take a stronghold of your arms. "Nah, Nah, Nah (Y/N). We haven't even started yet." "Please," you whimpered weakly, "I just want to go home. I won't tell anyone, just let me go." His Hands left your arms and you thought he'd let you go, but for your dismay he brought them to your hips, pulling your Body against his. "I said let go," you squealed, starting to Punch your flat Hands against his chest in an attempt to push him away. Big Mistake. Your Weak try to escape caused him to become angry and it seemed like he had the patients of a forty-year-only mother of five, because he took one of his Hands away from your hips and brought it up to your face, grabbing your chin harshly, forcing you to look at him. "I'll let you go when I want to, but that won't happen until we had a Little fun..." his had moved downwards to your neck, chocking you enough to make you gasp for breath,"...so it would be better for both of us when you just let me Play with you." Becoming Aware of the hopelessness of the Situation and the fact that there was no way for you to escape him, you started to sob and tears streamed down your face, but you stopped to defend your self, letting your head hang low. "Please..." you mumbled weakly, not really expecting it to work at this Point. Theo started to kiss your neck again, his Hands moving under your Shirt, up your waist, but before he was able to get his Hand near your chest the roaring of an engine made him raise his head away from your neck. One of his hands was still on your waist under your Shirt, but the other found it's way back up to your neck, chocking you again. Too tired and traumatized to defend yourself anymore, you just closed your eyes, hoping it would be over soon. "If that's not dumb and dumber," he exclaimed to someone behind you, but you were too exhausted to think about what or who he could mean. "One step closer and your Little puppet will find out just how hard it can be to breath when they meet me." Black dots started to Dance in front of your eyes because of the lack of Oxygen and you weren't able to understand what was Happening, only Hearing the familiar Sound of two voices you loved. "Sweets...Fangs," you mumbled, so quiet that you were sure no one would be able to hear you and you tried to turn your head so you could see them at least one more time, but Theo's grip on your neck tightened. It seemed like Sweet pea and fangs weren't alone, because you heard more voices, but weren't able to recognize them anymore. Something seemed to Anger Theo even further, because he screamed something and then shoved you to the side, making you fall to the Floor barely conscious. You felt someone raise your head onto something soft and heard someone shout your Name out loud, but before you could answer or even Show that you heard them, everything went black.

You were awakened by Voices talking beside you but weren't able to open your eyes. They were just way to heavy and your throat felt unbelievable dry. It seemed like your brain finally booted up because you finally managed to understand what the People around you were saying. "When did the doctors say she would wake up?" a female voice that you slightly recognized asked. "They aren't sure. Her brain was without Oxygen pretty Long so they can't tell if her brain took any damage..." a male voice, that made you want to open your eyes so badly, sighed. Dedication spread inside you and you tried your hardest to open your eyes, but couldn't even open them a Little bit, causing you to clench your fist in Frustration, only to realize that there was another Hand inside yours. Someone gasped beside you and another extremely familiar voice exclaimed: "She moved. I think she's awake!" Your other Hand was grabbed by someone else and you clenched it too, to make them realize you could hear them. "(Y/N)?" you heard the female voice from before ask and you tried to answer but only managed a pained groan. "It's okay, Baby, we're here," one of the male voices said and you finally realized that it was Sweet's, meaning that Fangs was the other one, making the female voice most likely Toni's. You heard how a door was opened and other voices joined the conversation. With all your will-power you fought against the tiredness and finally managed to open your Eyes enough to see Sweet's and Fangs on either side of your bed, Toni behind Sweet's and Jughead, Betty, Veronica, Archie and Cheryl behind Fangs. "What happened?" you tried to say, but it came out as a painful, barely hearable rasp. "You don't remember?" Fangs asked almost relieved. "No...I was at the Party, waiting for you and then..." that was when the Memories flooded your mind, tears welled up in your Eyes and you raised your Hands to your neck in shock. "Shhhh. You're fine, Everything's okay. He's not gonna hurt you anymore," Sweet's whispered and embraced you with his strong arms. "He...he tried to...he almost-" you chocked out, but Fangs interrupted you and joined the hug. "But he didn't and he'll Never get the Chance to do so to anyone again. He's in custody." A sigh of you relief left your tired throat and you closet your Eyes again, falling asleep in the arms of your two Knights in shining armour that would always be there to protect you. Even in the darkest hours.

A/N: I’m sorry I didn’t publish anything in the last week. I was on a School trip. As a ‘Sorry’ I decided to finish something I started writing a few months ago and publish that since I could publish that sooner than to write something completely new. Also sorry for the Grammer, I wrote it on my Laptop with the wrong language in Auto-corrector and no idea how to Change it.

#Riverdale #x reader #oneshot #Oneshots #Sweet pea x reader #Fangs x reader #sweet pea x Reader x fangs #poly #polymore #x you #x y/n #riverdale oneshot #angst #bad grammar #lgbtq+#Enjoy

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shy-violet-soul · 6 years

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The Pint-sized Protection Squad

Title: The Pint-sized Protection Squad Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (female) Synopsis: Bucky Barnes, Alpha & Winter Soldier, thought he knew what scary was. Then, he came face-to-face with his Omega’s protection squad… Word count: 1800-ish Warnings: tooth-rotting/stomach-aching fluff of the highest degree. A/N: @ursulaismymiddlename reblogged this idea and the idea wouldn’t let me go. So, I wrote this instead of doing my real job. It might be garbage, but I had fun plunking it down!

Liked it? There’s a sequel over HERE!

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. When you approached him with the idea to start a daycare for the alpha/beta/omega kids in the neighborhood, he said ‘no’. The idea of strangers coming and going around his Omega just about gave him hives.

“Bucky, let me explain. Some parents are starting to complain about them being in with non-a/b/o kids. They’re wanting to ban them.” Then, she did it. The eyes thing, and the hand thing. One little hand resting against his chest while those y/e/c eyes blinked up at him, and Bucky wavered. “Just picture them, hun. All those little alphas and omegas, just pushed aside.” She peeked up at him from beneath thick lashes before delivering the final blow. “Breaks my heart to think about if they were our pups…”

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. When his superiorly-strategist-skilled Omega shot down all his protestations, he gave in and said ‘yes’. While you picked out paint colors, tiny furniture, and craft ideas, he frantically begged Tony and Steve to help him protect her. The first floor of their three-story apartment was thoughtfully converted for the project, complete with a separate front door. Vetting processes were carefully constructed, security measures meticulously enacted, FRIDAY installed. And on meet & greet night, Bucky tried hard to ignore his cotton-mouth anxiety at the strangers gathered around his Omega.

Watching her made it easier. Seated in a blue overstuffed chair covered with butterflies, she talked animatedly with an Alpha and Omega pair of mothers and a Beta dad. The moms’ little Omega girl sat cuddled in her lap, and the dad’s little Alpha boy leaned against her, tucked under her other arm. Both children looked up at her like she hung the moon. Bucky knew the feeling well. Seeing the delight beaming from her in huge smiles, Bucky knew this was a perfect fit for his girl.

That didn’t stop him from scenting the heck out of her before she opened the doors the first day.

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. Growling low under his breath every time an Alpha came in to drop off their pup was just a friendly hello. An assertive hello. Okay, it was a warning that she was HIS. So, while the Alpha moms or dads in question side-eyed him warily, Y/N just laughed and smacked a kiss to his chin as she signed in the little pups and handed out morning snacks.

She refused to let him sit with them and glower at the kids all day, so he stayed glued to the security camera footage instead. After a month of watching her work her magic with the little ones, and zero problems with the parents, Bucky started to relax.

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. Asking his Omega to wear a body camera and bio-sensors that fed into his phone when he went on the first mission after opening the daycare wasn’t overkill in the slightest. When Y/N refused, he 100% supported that. The fact that Wanda showed up to “help” her in the daycare while he was gone was random coincidence.

Ur lucky ur cute & she brought kifla cookies. eating them all, BTW. A fond grin touched his face as he read her text. God, he loved this woman. A picture of she and Wanda surrounded by the children, mouths stuffed full of the cinnamon-sugary treat, chirped through next, pulling a chuckle from him.

Three months passed, and Bucky had to agree that the daycare was an unarguable success. He’d even decreased his security footage viewing to just a glance now and then, confident in the Stark technology and FRIDAY vigilance at work. One particular fall day, Bucky sat at the kitchen table methodically field cleaning his guns. Michael Kamen soundtracks filtered from his phone, a pleasant background to his task. A faint whiff caught his attention - geranium and lemon. Your scent, but with a hit of something different. Something sweet and warm...Heat. You were going into heat.

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. The fact that the door now hung from only one loose hinge was completely irrelevant.

Alarm pounded through him as he raced down the stairs. Your heat was early, so you were caught defenseless against the nausea, cramps, and dizziness. When Bucky burst into the daycare floor, a mish-mash of scents smacked him in the face. Sweet orange, strawberry, black licorice, chocolate, cinnamon red-hots - it smelled like a melting candy store, and Bucky couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on. He turned the corner into the play room, and there you were. Curled up on the floor, leaning weakly against the blue butterfly chair, you had an arm wrapped around your middle as the first wave of cramps hit you. Overcome with the need to get to you, Bucky charged forward…and was met with immediate resistance.

Four little alphas, three boys and one girl, lined up in front of Y/N protectively. Indignant glares gave him pause while a blonde little Beta girl with adorable freckles stood up on the blue chair and pointed at him accusingly.

“Alpha!” came the warning. One of the little alphas, a tow headed youngster that reminded him too much of a little Steven Rogers, lowered his head and barreled towards him. Before Bucky could blink, the pup slammed his foot into Bucky’s shin. A grunt left him as Bucky put an arm out to hold his attacker off. Bucky couldn’t hold in the squawk of pain as another Alpha, this one a three-foot tall munchkin with gorgeous black eyes and a lightning bolt shaved into his temple fade, ricocheted a Duplo Lego brick off his temple. Stumbling away from the unexpected assault, Bucky tripped over a toy train and fell hard, right on his ass. Turmoiling emotions avalanched through him as Bucky tried to decide between crabwalking back from the threat or protecting his Omega.

“Stop!” The cry, weak as it was, froze the whole group. Bucky’s head swiveled in Y/N’s direction, and his heart thumped hard.

His Omega was being well protected, after all.

A teensy little redhead Omega with brilliant blue eyes had her arms wrapped around Y/N’s neck, holding her face smooshed under her tiny chin while Y/N tried to pull back a breath. Trying to let Miss Y/N scent her for comfort, like a good Omega would. The other Omega, a chubby little doll with curly brown pigtails and dimples, tenderly stroked Y/N’s hair, as she murmured, “Don’t you worry, Miss Y/N! Your Alpha will be here soon and give you hugs. Do you need an Elsa band-aid?” Little “Steve” and Lightning Bolt were flanked by a warrior princess in a pink tshirt emblazoned with “this little mermaid is a hot mess”, and a boy with purple Hulk pants and an Iron Man hoodie. The row of tiny Alphas were churning out angry, fearful, candy-scented pheromones like a factory while the two Omegas waffled between scared and soothing scents.

You had your very own pint-sized protection squad.

Warrior Princess took a step forward, eyes squinted threateningly.

“State your business, Alpha!”

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. Seven small children who didn’t equal his body mass didn’t intimidate him in the least.

“I-I...Y/N, she - I - she’s my Alpha. I mean, Omega. I’m her Alpha,” he stuttered out.

“Yes,” you managed to croak out, groaning as another cramp waved through you. Little Red looked at Dimples, alarmed.

“Maybe she needs a drink!” Dimples scampered off in the direction of the kitchen, back in an instant with a leaking unicorn sippy cup which she shoved in your face. Lightning Bolt stepped up next to Warrior Princess, fists on his hips.

“You her Alpha? Prove it!”

“Prove it?”

“Yeah! What’s her favorite bug?��

Completely flummoxed, Bucky had to think for a second, shaking his head a bit as your increasing heat-scent crowded his brain.

“Lightning bug.” The four little Alphas looked at each other, gathering around and whispering.

“Is that the one whose bottom lights up?”

“Yup, that’s it.”

Iron Man Hoodie turned around, eyes narrowed suspiciously as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Alright, you may pass.”

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. He didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. He scrambled to your side, scooping you into his arms and pressing your face to his throat. When your skin met his, you both sighed in relief as he pulled you fully into his lap, Little Red squashed somewhere in the mix. He felt your breath wash against him when you sighed, your fingers grasping his shirt as his presence soothed the pain for the moment. The soothing purr that you loved rumbled from his chest, vibrating into you as his calming scent of rosemary and sandalwood filled the room.

“Hhmmm,” the contented hum as Dimples suddenly pressed herself to his back. A bright little chuckle had him lifting his elbow as Little Red climbed out from between them.

“He’s purring like a big cat!”

And just like that, five of the pups had found some way to plaster themselves on or around him and Y/N. Murmurs of satisfaction groaned here and there as they all breathed in his calming scent. Thoroughly bemused, Bucky tried to pay attention as Warrior Princess and little “Steve” tried to train him on Alpha stuff.

“If you’re gonna protect your Omega, you’ve gotta have a mean face. Like this!” Warrior Princess schooled her face into a properly intimidating scowl.

“Yeah! And that purr is legit, but you gotta scare off other Alphas with a really scary growl. Here, listen!” Little “Steve” growled with ferocity. “Now, you do it. Show us your mean face and your growl!”

Bucky ‘legit’ didn’t know what the hell to do. You huffed a chuckle against his collarbone, and Bucky dipped his chin down to look at you.

“Yeah, Bucky. Show us your mean face.” Rolling his eyes at you, Bucky screwed his features into an exaggerated glower, a thunderous snarl rumbling from him. Warrior Princess clapped her hands, beaming a proud smile at him.

“That was real good! But next time, show more teeth with your face, and then you’ll be really scary.”

With that, she flounced over and curled up against Y/N’s back, sandwiched between Lightning Bolt and Freckles, the Beta. Bucky felt his heart thump hard again.

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. With Y/N in his lap, and pint-sized pups squished up against his back, her back, around his arms, etc., he knew this daycare had always been a fantastic idea.

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Wow you really went off the other day but at least it was worth it 😪 I normally look at the scenery when I’m on a road trip, but then I get bored of it and decide to sleep bc there’s nothing else to do. Motion sickness must suck :(( do you take gravol or something to help with it? Coffee literally drains the life out of my funds it hurts me

Yes omg pls make me cookies I love them. Maybe you can even open a bakery with pastries and sell some good /cheap/ coffee. Ilyt my dear baker 🥺 ye I’m not the biggest fan of my bday either but gotta celebrate anyway!! One year closer to death woohoo 🎉🎉 your birthday is the most important day of the year!!! You can’t fight me on this I’m right

Pearls are so good. Like most places I go to don’t add anything to the pearls so it’s just bland squishy balls but the place I frequent adds I think honey to sweeten them. It gives the pearls life istg. It tastes so good 🤤 hollering is a funny word. For some reason I always associate it with yodelling which makes me laugh

Ksks you must be op if you can make a joke in the wall with a door slam. I can’t relate my arms are literally sticks and I have no strength in me. Chrome books are terrible in general. Add my schools terrible wifi and you get one big recipe for disaster. I’d never fight u either (unless it’s for your bday) ily too much for that 🥺🥺🥺

Hahah I think it’s me. I haven’t heard anyone say “go ham” except for the people who go to my school. I find it really funny tho so I try to incorporate it whenever I can LOL easily burnt? Can’t relate but apparently I easily tan. There’s this one diagonal stripe on my shoulder that separates pale me and tan me which ??? How did that happen and what was I wearing for that to happen??

It’s all fun and games until you go outside and see a mountain of snow waiting for you to be shovelled. But there are some good aspects to winter, like skating and skiing and all that fun stuff. Snow is so heavy?? Or maybe I’m just weak but after I finish shovelling I’m beat. Gardening is not my thing. There’s too many bugs involved flying around 🥴

Kind of? I always thought it was short for cappuccino but I could be wrong. They don’t taste like fraps tho, they’re sm better. I was always a frap hoe until I discovered lattes. My old elementary school was close to a Starbucks so whenever frappy hour was happening, my friends and I would go almost every day LOL

I heard that dunkin coffee is really good. Oof there’s so many things that the us have that Canada doesn’t. But apparently you guys don’t have ketchup chips?? How can one live without them? You know that’s what soulmates are, we’re stuck together forever and I don’t mind that. I’d never leave you 😌😌

YES OMG LATTES ARE SO EXPENSIVE. I pay around the same amount and my wallet cries every time. If you ever yeet yourself off a bridge I’d come visit u in hell and bring u iced coffee 💖 we really are soulmates wtf I get almond milk in my lattes as well!! I used to get normal milk and was like “I’m a bad bitch milk can’t hurt me” but that didn’t really work out. Sigh what we do for coffee 😔

Washing dishes is disgusting. I hate doing them but yk someone’s gotta do it and that someone is me 😤 I’m acc lazy when it comes to smoothies, I usually ask my mom to make them LMAO. Pancakes are pretty much made of flour if you think about it so technically when u eat one plain ur eating cooked flour,, how barbaric. Waffles are Built. Like. They have a 20 pack 😪😪

I love angst personally so pls go ham but not too ham I’d like to keep my heart. Honestly at this point my last brain cell has given up on me. But yes I love angst and I love torturing myself with heart wrenching angst that leaves me crying into my pillow at 3am (I’m talking about this one haikyuu fic that I forgot the name of. I was literally dying inside jalsjwo)

Pls do send me peet’s I’ll send you an iced capp in a cooler so it’ll be somewhat melted and probably spilt everywhere 🤪 tumblrs probably gonna block me again, I’m looking at how much I’ve typed rn and it’s a lot lmaoo. Yes I managed to save myself. I redid the whole last with less detail bc I was not Having It but it turned out better?? How is ur drawing now?

I start after labour day in September. But starting in 3 weeks?????? On a Thursday?? I could never wtf. When do you end? I’m so confused with these ap and honours thing, like there’s none offered in my school nor majority of the school district. Are they just advanced classes or something? It is 7 classes a semester or the whole year?

Stan talent i think you meant yourself??? Jsjsksk I am not only ur coffee soulmate I’m not #1 fan as well and I support u bc ily 🥺🥺 the read more tag had me laughing for a hot minute. Like we really could make an essay out of all of our replies. I don’t have any pets (besides fish does that count?) unfortunately bc my moms allergic to fur 🥺 hbu?? (I can’t believe tumblr blocked me again they can fight me)

i didn’t even pay LOL i freeloaded off my cousin 🤧 i like to look @ scenery sometimes but like i can’t bc my head hurts LOL and the scenery is always the same for me, mountains and fields with cows. i try to take dramamine but it makes me so drowsy that i’m just basically dead,,, i live off of my cousins money so i’m okay 🤪

tbh i use nestle toll house pre made cookie dough, like that shit actually slaps. it’s the best it’s so good omg, perfect for lazy hoes 🤧 death here we go ! the order is ur bday, then skz debut date, and then christmas i don’t make the rules sorry sis 😤

pearls are Dangerous, i once drank a smoothie and there were pearls in it and i couldn’t see them bc there were like. only 3 and they were Buried under the smoothie but i choked and almost died but i chewed one of them and it’s like. so weird. HOLLERING AND YODELING IM- i once went to some public yodeling class and left in 2 seconds bc it was a bunch of white boys dressed like the kid from walmart 😪

it’s not even strength i’m actually rly weak,, i always think the doors are closed but they’re not and so i like slam them open and the walls are thin so it’s just. a sad hole. terrible wifi,, my school has pretty good wifi tbh but we have like three connections, one for the chrome books only, one for the teachers & staff, and one for students and guests. like it works rly good but everyone has a VPN bc of stupid social media restrictions 😤 & ilyt 🥺 u would probably win in a fight tho LOL

go ham is so interesting. the first time i heard it i thought it meant go pig and i was so confused but ig,,, i live lathered in sun screen whenever i go somewhere with the sun. ppl are like “i smell sun screen” and im just there like 🙃 it’s me u got a problem u burnt chicken nugget ??? i wish i tanned easily, i have a tan friend and when i showed her when my legs got tan she was so confused. i thought i was tan tho? bc during marching band season my sock tan becomes So Bad i’m basically white. she said she was blinded when she saw me pull my sock down and i laughed so hard LOL & i hate those dumb random tan lines like. where u @ bro? where u come from??

snow is fun for like a day and then i get tired LOL i csn only handle wet socks and a red nose for so long 😔 i tried skiing one time and i did so bad that the instructor had to hold me down and walk with me down the slope. i fell so many times i think he hated me 😳 i’m also rly bad at skating? i went w my friends once and i held both of their hands and still managed to bring both of them down when i fell. a cute guy once helped me when i was struggling to walk so 🥴 not my brightest moment tbh,, trying to walk in skates while on ice. do u enjoy skiing/skating? also gardening is. gross. worms and dirt and the sun i’m not here for it.

u: cappuccinos! me: ...ice bergs,,, now that i think about it fraps kinda suck,,, i used to think i was So Cool for drinking starbucks but now i’m like. wow. i used to think there was coffee in a frap but it’s just. sugar and ice LOL also speaking of tmrw is bogo fraps here,, idk if it’s all over the world but myb u should check it out 😪

dunkins okay it depends on what you get, i once got an iced latte and it was good but my dad got an iced coffee and he like. hated it so we had to switch and it was so bad like. it was coffee crime. it was horrible and not strong it was basically milk 😤 also,, ketchup chip? i just googled what that was and. that’s literally so weird. fun fact i hate ketchup and all other condiments i can only eat bbq sauce and i tolerate steak sauce

UR LITERALLY SO CUTE OKAY UR MINE NOW HHHH

i mentioned this in the other ask but. we going broke bitches club 😪 when u come visit me it’ll be old town road the one w mason ramsey on a loop. nothing will top the og remix but no, i’ll be stuck listening to some 5 year old rap for all of eternity

I USED TO BE SUCH A GOOD KID AND DRINK MILK EVERY MORNING ever since i got to middle school i preferred sleep over waffles and milk and i hardly drink milk but when i do. my stomach does not have it.

my mom made me wash dishes today and she just stared at me when i put ziploc bags on my hands bc we didn’t have gloves but i just painted my nails and i’m not abt to put myself thru chipped nails. not yet 😤 waffles are so good like i love waffles and lattes only 🤧

well i’ll go very ham (am i doing it right LOL) 😤 the angst ending is a lot better than the open ended or happy ones LOL i’m so excited for it 🥺 i’m rly tryna get it out before the end of this month bc the edit says july and it’ll make me Mad if i don’t get it out before the end of this month

i wanna start in september 🤧 and i usually end in the first week of june. also on a wednesday LOL it’s gross. stupid. ap means advanced placement so it’s just. a college level class. lowkey mad bc i’m taking ap euro (as a sophomore 😒) and other schools take it in their senior years? apparently this is normal? and honors are just faster paced classes with more weighting so,, idrk oops 😬 some people take 7 classes in a semester but i took it for the whole year! this year i’m dropping orchestra i’m Not for that spit in the carpet life

the only talent in this house goes by ada and jisung. i don’t make the rules. i’m ur #1 fan 🥺 as soon as u post anything i automatically smash that rb button LOL also put a read more here bc like. we’re really out here writing a whole ass essay. i’ll look @ all our convos bet it’ll be like. a lot. i don’t wanna say smth and be off so i’ll just not. i have a dog! he’s the cutest in the world and i love him sm 🥺 tumblr can fight me first like. what’s this ask limit bull hhhhh

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