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milliesdiary · 1 year

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What if you are Jace's sister and he realizes you are in love with Aemond (and he also finds out that you two have been having premarital sex) which causes a fight so you go to Aemond for comfort and he soothes you

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐖

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬; princess!reader, targcest, mentions of sex. for some context: reader is daemon’s bastard child who rhaenyra welcomed as a part of the family. yes, aemond is a hypocrite :/ we still love him tho!!

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; ngl this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile because i hate it. im going to be working on commissions for a bit though, so i decided to post it anyway to keep you guys fed :) please reblog and comment with your feedback. it means the world to me and keeps me motivated! ♡

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃."

Those were Jace’s words the second you walked into the dining room for breakfast. They take you aback, shock you into a frozen stupor.

You and your family have been in King’s Landing for the past few weeks, trying to set aside their differences with the Greens and do their best to reconcile. It has been rough for your younger brothers, though you have been having a brilliant time.

You and Helaena spend plenty of time together, Alicent treats you kindly, and Aegon leaves you alone. And Aemond? Well... you and Aemond are closer than most in terms of relationships.

But that’s a story for another day.

No one else is in the room thankfully — Luke wakes up later in the day, Helaena is presumably outside catching bugs, and your mother is probably off at a meeting with the court — so it’s just you, your younger brother, and the few servants that set the table.

“What?”

Jace gives you an unimpressed look; his chestnut-brown eyes are slightly narrowed, lips melded into a frown. “You love Aemond,” he repeats.

Your heart nearly stops when he says it, and you’re instantly terrified you’ve been caught. It would appear that misfortune has a tendency of catching you off guard. You honestly don’t know what to say.

“...That is quite an accusation,” you try to deadpan. That heated expression of his is chilling; you invite him to sit next to you in hopes of extinguishing it. “Why don’t you just sit down and eat?”

Jace isn’t deterred. He holds his head high and keeps his voice stern; a trait he has undoubtedly learned from your mother. “You told me a couple moons ago that you had no affections for him.”

Oh, Gods. You don’t really want to sit here and listen to him complain about how much of a burden you are from rejecting all of your parents’ attempts at arranging a marriage. For hating every single man they tried to set you up with. You scold yourself more than enough.

“I know what I said. And I mean it. I do not love him, Jace.” You let out a nervous laugh, trying to come across as naïve. The servants are staring now. “What has brought this on?”

“You must think of me as a fool.”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you acting so innocent?”

“I don’t love him, Jacaerys. I swear it.” A bitter lie.

For a fleeting moment, you think you’ve won; your brother stands next to the table without saying a word, his mouth clamped shut as he bites the inside of his cheek.

And then he drops the bomb.

“I know you have been seeing each other,” Jace says. It doesn’t come out as a question; it’s a statement. “Stealing each other away in the night.”

Your heart drops in a single second. How does he...?

For these past few weeks, you thought you were being careful. Undetected. There was never anyone around when you slipped through the dark halls of the Red Keep every night and sidled up to Aemond’s door. Not a single voice to stop you as Aemond tugged you into his room and spoke High Valyrian in your ear as he undressed you, as he kissed you senseless, fucked you senseless. It was a dangerous game, of course — but you never actually expected to get caught.

“…Where did you hear that?”

“A kingsguard told me that you parted from his company last night.” Jace’s mouth twists into a disgusted frown. He hesitates, almost like he physically can’t say what comes next. “...From his chambers.”

In that moment, you knew it was over. The gist was up.

“Jace…”

“Tell me it isn’t true.”

And that’s the thing: you can’t say you don’t love Aemond, because it would be the furthest thing from the truth. Your hands fall to your lap and you fist your hands in the skirt of your dress, begging for courage.

“Don’t tell mother.”

Your response — shameful and pleading — speaks volumes. It makes Jace’s skin boil; he had been praying that the knight was wrong. And that hope he clung to so religiously? It’s gone. You can feel the symptoms of a dispute brewing: sweaty hands, agitated eyes, labored breathing. Tension hangs over you like a dark cloud and refuses to dissipate.

“Why?” Jace looks disgusted, repulsed even. It sparks a flame inside you. “You saw his true colors that night. All of us did. Baela, Rhaena. Luke.”

You know what he’s referring to. It is a memory that you want to squeeze the life out of.

“I thought we talked about you sorting out your priorities,” he continues. “What self-respecting daughter of the future Queen runs off and beds whoever she likes without a marriage proposal?”

Yes, perhaps your growing annoyance is misplaced. Your brother wants the best for you, and it’s only natural that he would have his reservations about Aemond.

But he doesn’t know the man like you do; he hasn’t seen his hidden softness.

Sometimes people lose their ability to be recognized when they are joyful — in a pleasant way, of course. Aemond is one of those people. You’ve seen him smile once before. Truly smile. It was not sly, snarky, or coy; for once, it was the sincere kind. You wished he would do it more. It was incredibly beautiful.

If only Jace could have experienced it.

“Don’t speak about him like that,” you mumble.

"I won't restrain myself to appease your ignorance.”

Inhaling sharply, you take a seat at the table and busy yourself by playing with the napkin beside your plate. It’s a feeble attempt at controlling your rising panic. Jace must think you’re acting a bit too calm, because he seems to bristle at your alleged indifference. “I am sorry I didn’t tell you. Really, I am. I was just scared—“

“You lied.”

“It was a white lie. No harm was meant to come from it.”

Jace fixes you with a firm scowl. “A white lie? A white lie? Meddling with our uncle who you are not betrothed to is not something that just happens.”

“You are blowing this out of proportion. I did it to keep you from getting upset and—“

“This is not just about the lie itself,” Jace huffs.

“Then what is it?”

“You believed I wasn't worth your honesty.”

Your gut tightens at his remark — you know he’s right and that he deserves to be informed of such things. Finding out that someone you care for is hiding something this important is a rude awakening.

But you can’t stop.

“I knew you would act like this,” you retort. Raising your voice wasn’t planned, but it happens anyway. It feels like your veins are being ripped to bits as the telltale marks of wrath sweep throughout your body. “I will do you a favor next time and not tell you anything at all.”

“Or you could not encourage him,” Jace spits out. “You think that he does not act like his brother, Aegon? For all you know, he could be gallivanting with a servant every second he is not with you.”

Your jaw tightens so firmly that it seems to lock in place. You’re pissed now. “Aemond is not like that.”

“When you see him next, you can tell him to jump in the damn Dragonpit,” Jace continues. You aren’t used to hearing such crude language from him; it has you reeling. “Perhaps he’ll do that after he’s done fucking you.”

Something inside you bursts. Agonizingly. Ferociously. It's a jolt to your system that throws everything off-kilter. It is a painful fury that splits you in two.

You slam your palms down on the table and rise in your chair; you're astonished the wood doesn't split with the force of it. The plates and forks clatter, and Jace almost jumps. The servants bustling around you certainly do.

Your brother has some nerve. You want to spit foul names in his face. Wish to seize him by the collar and force him to kneel before your feet, because why? Why can’t you be with who you want? First it was Daemon who denied that you ever get betrothed to Aemond. Then it was your mother, and now it’s him.

“I do not need protecting, Jace!” Your chest is rising and falling faster now, like the erratic pull of the tides. It feels like there is so much bottled up energy inside of you that you could scream, erupt, or break something … you need to break something. You choose his spirit. “I don’t need you at all!”

Jace’s expression falls then. Along with it goes your anger.

His gaze flits to the ground for a second — as if the stone is a safe haven from your wrath — and you’re about to apologize when he lifts his chin to glare daggers at you.

“I get it now,” Jace laughs bitterly, shaking his head in disbelief. “You would do anything to be held by him. Ceasing to care about who he might hurt next and ignoring his callousness. You see only what you want.”

In his rage, Jace’s lips spew poison from deep in his chest, a dark place that you didn't even know he had.

“You make me wonder how I ended up with a delusional lunatic for a sister.“

Dead silence.

The two of you are just staring at each other now. Jace braces himself when you step away from your seat; he looks like he’s expecting you to slap him, like he’s preparing himself for the sting.

And as much as you would like to do it, you just walk away.

You’re not even sure if Jace tries to stop you at first. Not sure if a servant tries to tries to grab you by the arm. You are running on pure adrenaline, pure buzzing energy, blood pumping like a battle cry in both eardrums.

It takes until you’re exiting through the giant wooden doors to hear Jace yelling your name — and you loathe how worried he sounds, detest it — and then you’re practically running through the stone hallways.

You want to go to bed. Shut everyone out and sleep until you awaken in a different world: one where you are not expected to get married to certain people, where your brother doesn’t expect you to be a person you can’t, and the 'losing an eye’ thing never happened, and … and it’s just you, Aemond, wrapped up in the sheets of your mattress. That’s all.

The world is just cruel.

Every step echoes as you make a beeline for your room. Tears slip down your cheeks and your fists quake; everything hurts. Emotionally, at least. You’re too worn out, too aggravated, too... mad? Hell, you’re not even sure if you’re still mad. The emotion that rips you apart right now feels more like an indigo-drenched sadness than a red-hot anger.

It’s a strange, crushing feeling that has you stifling a sob while rounding a corner.

But, as if the universe hates you, you catch a glimpse of that ethereal man — the fucking bane of your existence — walking down the same hallway. His back is to you, long white hair swishing with every stride he takes, and his posture is strong.

You don’t want to ruin his day. Spoil the mood, or show how weak you can be.

You call out his name anyway, because there’s only one thing you can think of in this moment. A mantra:

I need you right now, My Prince.

I need you to truly look at me and understand me.

Aemond, I need you to see me.

The man turns then. He says your name, and you, who denied loving him, practically run and throw yourself into his arms.

For a moment, Aemond doesn’t move a muscle; he’s confused, at a total loss. But then his palms slowly come down to your waist, supporting your body as he allows you to sniffle into his tunic.

He doesn’t speak for awhile. Instead, he just looks down at you.

Your cheeks are dressed in tears that resemble droplets of honey. Your gardenia scented hair, pressed against his chest, is beautiful. He discovers an unexpected heaven amidst your grief.

“He doesn’t want us to be together,” you try to whisper, but the words falter and trickle pitifully out of your mouth. They lack the power that you so urgently need.

At first, Aemond is silent. He has no idea what you’re talking about; and then it clicks. Jace.

Aemond has never been one to comfort others. You don’t really expect him to do much, honestly. But when he decides to speak, his tone is gentle and holds no judgment. “Your dear brother has found out about our arrangement, I presume.”

You pull away slightly to stare up at Aemond. You drink in every plane of his face; those high cheekbones, his pretty lips, the silver hair that brushes the ridge of his jaw and the scar he hides. You want to absorb all of him.

Aemond’s hands come to rest on your elbows, and then they slide all the way down your arms until he’s tenderly holding you by the wrists. He doesn’t give you a chance to answer before speaking more resolutely. “Did he hurt you?”

“No — No, of course not,” you sniffle. Jace could be stubborn and fierce, but he would never lay a hand on you. “He was just being a brat. We got into an argument and he was ... he was mean.”

Aemond hums at that. “It must not have been too bad then. He is all bark and no bite,” he muses softly. Every syllable is gentle, each vowel soothing in its own right. He’s calm somehow.

It’s in these moments that you wish so deeply you could be like Aemond. Wish that you could stand your ground, despite wanting to run away. Wish that you could hold the barbs of someone’s anger in your palm and not get stung; not allow the sharp edges to slice under your skin and leave streams of blood in its wake.

But you are not strong like him.

With bated breath, you move to embrace Aemond once more, arms wrapping around his middle as you press your nose into the leather of his tunic.

It doesn’t last long.

Aemond leans into you, and then with both hands on your shoulders, gently tugs you away from his chest. You glance at him in confusion, and meet his gaze with an infantile glare.

For a second you think he doesn’t want to hug you. That he’s about to chide you for being a big baby, for getting in a fight with your sibling and blowing things out of proportion.

But then you quickly realize that he just wants to see your face.

The truth is, Aemond doesn’t want you to hide in his arms. He doesn’t want you to bury your head into his chest and conceal your pain, or for you to dig your face into his clothes until each cheek is dry and you look composed again.

He wants you to share every emotion with him openly, no matter how warped or ugly or bruised.

Perhaps that’s what love is; recognizing someone's greatest vulnerability and still choosing to love them.

It’s hard to place what emotion rests itself in Aemond’s eye after that, but whatever it is almost has you numb to how he’s holding both of your hands in his own. That is, until he trails a thumb over your knuckles.

“Convince Jace, please,” you beg once more. The edges of your mouth start to turn downwards as you tear up again, and Aemond’s eye follows; he takes in your grief intently, and you are fully conscious of that fact. “Please. Show him you are worthy of my hand.”

There’s a sort of surprise that swirls in his lilac gaze; however, his lips are in a straight line, his face nothing else but cold, and you can picture the war that rages inside his head.

“I bear a hatred that could draw blood,” Aemond finally murmurs. “Those who do not deserve to be forgiven will not know my mercy. I will not betray my feelings to please others.”

“Try, Aemond. Please. If not for you and your sanity, do it for me.”

Aemond can only stare at you — his only love, his life, his breath of fresh air. The woman who he hopes will be his future wife despite your family’s distaste. He inhales deeply, chest rising and flattening the creases in his tunic, gaze roaming the tear-tracks on your face. And then he caves.

But not before making a demand.

“Do not cry, my love,” Aemond breathes. “It does not suit you.”

And when you blink up at him so sweetly, nodding in a wordless vow, Aemond presses a kiss to the crown of your head. Then he kisses your left cheek, and the right, before slowly tracing his lips against your own.

“Your body is mine,” He whispers into your parted mouth. “And I will find a way to claim it. They will have no choice but to accept me.”

Aemond is a professional at pressing your buttons. It’d be a lie if you said it didn’t excite you; quickly, you capture his lips into a searing kiss. He returns the favor, knowing damn well that you want him, and yet he doesn’t tease in between kisses. He chooses tenderness over taunts just this once.

The air is filled with a sentence unsaid:

Touch my soul with warm words, and I shall do whatever you wish.

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straykeedz · 7 months

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day 14: felix + thigh riding

©straykeedz

tw: fwb!felix; protected piv sex; felix slaps your ass twice; dirty talk; begging, kinda???; female orgasm; ♡

wc: 1,4k (finally something short yay!);

fun fact: i actually wrote this while listening to “i’ll make a man out of you” from the mulan soundtrack for motivation since i was in a rush to post this lol - not proud of today’s kinktober ngl

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smut below the cut, minors dni.

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After he cums, spilling his white release into the thin latex of the condom, he pulls out of you and mutters a series of apologies as he ties a knot in the rubber and throws it in the trash can next to your bed. His reaction makes you smile.

“I’m sorry.”, he repeats for the tenth time, still panting. “You didn’t cum.”, he sounds incredibly guilty.

It’s been a while since you and Felix last met up to have sex, so it’s perfectly normal that he didn’t last super long. Still, Felix feels like a fucking loser because what kind of a fuck buddy is he? Cumming after what felt like a couple of thrusts? Actually, you’d been going at it for about ten minutes when his orgasm washed all over him suddenly, and you started to feel the familiar sensation building up in your stomach, so it’s not as bad as Felix thinks.

Still - he feels terrible about it.

“Felix, relax.”, you giggle, running one hand through his dark hair. “It’s not the end of the world.”, you reassure him. “Plus, it kinda flatters me, in a way. It means you like having sex with me.”

Felix’s head is still spinning from the intensity of his orgasm. “I love having sex with you.”, he can’t believe you’re doubting that when actually - he’d been hard since this morning, when you texted him saying you had a day off, finally, asking him if he could come over. He practically teleported to your place. “You’re the best sex I ever had.”

And Lee Felix has had a lot of sex.

He wasn’t even sure he could actually do this friends-with-benefits thing, because he just loved having sex, and being exclusive was not something he thought he could be interested in. You made him change his mind without even trying, honestly.

“Wait until I’m ready to go again and I’ll show you how much I love having sex with you.”, he says, biting his lip seductively. His body still feels kinda jelly - otherwise he’d offer to eat you out or at least finger you, but he literally can’t feel his limbs right now. He hates that stupid refractory period.

“Or…”, you start, licking your lips, looking at him like he’s your next prey. He loves it when you give him that look - it means you have something in mind, and that he’s in for something good, hopefully. “You know, you have thighs…”, you say vaguely, running the pad of your index up and down his left thigh - all the way to his knee and then back to his hip.

“Baby, you’re asking if you can ride my thigh?”

“Mh-hm.”, you blush a little.

You haven’t done it before - neither with Felix nor with any of your other partners, but your friend told you she’d tried it with her girlfriend and that it felt amazing. Needless to say, you’re curious to try it out and see if it’s as mind-blowing as she said.

“If I ever answer negatively to that question - you’re allowed to kick me in the crotch.” Felix chuckles. “Hop on.”, he instructs. “Have you done this before?”, he asks, noticing you seem a little taken aback.

You shake your head as a no and lower your gaze, embarrassed. Now, it’s as if all he confidence you had in your body had suddenly vanished.

“It’s okay, I’ll tell you what to do.”, he smiles - a smiles that makes you relax instantly, because you trust Felix entirely.

He sits on the mattress, figuring it’d be more comfortable for you, resting his back against the headboard and spreads his legs wide enough. Then, he pats his thigh, motioning for you to come and sit on it. Before you could actually place your naked crotch on top of him, tho, he asks -

“Wait, baby, are you wet enough?”

Without waiting for an answer, he brings two fingers to your slit to check if you’re lubricated sufficiently, knowing it’ll be unpleasant if you aren’t. You’re wet, that much he’s sure of, but he reckons it may not be enough, so he brings his fingers to his mouth to coat the pads in his spit before rubbing them all over your pussy - on your clit in particular, until you’re fully drenched in a delicious mixture of your own arousal and his saliva.

“Now sit on my thigh, baby.”, he instructs, looking you in the eye.

You nod, and then place your bare pussy on top of his thigh. The contact makes you wince due to the sensitivity of your clit, but it’s not unpleasant - the opposite, actually. It feels foreign - it’s nothing like Felix’s fingers or yours, but it feels good.

Felix’s hands end up gripping your waist not too tightly, just to help you with your balance and your movements, you guess. Or maybe, he just loves having his hands on you. It’s both. “Tell me when you’re ready.”, he whispers, piercing black eyes staring into yours.

You give him a small nod. “Ready.”

You let out a whimper as soon as Felix’s hand help you move your body against his thigh, grinding your clit back and forth on his toned quadriceps - he has his muscles flexed, and it feels amazing. You soon find out that riding a thigh is entirely different than riding a cock, and you do feel empty, but you can’t bring yourself to care, especially not with the way Felix’s helping you grind your clit back and forth against his skin, getting you all worked up to the point you can feel your orgasm starting to build up.

“You look so sexy, fucking yourself on my thigh.” Felix mutters, biting his lip, still looking you in the eye. Then, he lands a slap on your asscheek, making you moan and grind harder on his thigh, clit already beginning to twitch due to the sensitivity.

You pick up the pace of your movements - Felix’s hands still guiding your movements on his body. “How does it feel, baby? Better than my cock?” Felix asks, knowing damn well the answer to his question is no.

“Nothing feels better than your cock.”, you moan, blushing a little.

“My fingers, then?”

You shake your head as a no, not even thinking about stopping your movements, not when you’re so close to your release - your long yearned orgasm right around the corner, you can almost feel it. Felix slaps your ass once again, squeezing the soft flesh.

“Mhh, great.”, he lets out a deep chuckle that vibrates in his chest. “Maybe I should use this as a punishment, then. For when you misbehave.”

The thought of Felix punishing you is enough to make your pussy practically drool - vivid memories of what happened between his bedsheets the last time running back and forth in your mind. It’s all so intense your legs begin to tremble. You’re close, so close.

“Maybe I shouldn’t let you cum.” Felix threatens, eyes thin as his grip on your hip and ass tightens.

No. He wouldn’t dare… would he?

“Pease, please let me cum.”, you beg, and he chuckles, satisfied. Then, he helps you moving faster and faster on his thigh. “I’ve been so good to you. I always am, please.”

It’s true, you’re always good to him. And Felix wouldn’t ever deny you an orgasm - ever. But he’ll let you believe that.

“Then cum.” Felix whispers, staring in your eyes, biting his lip - honestly, you could cum just from the sight of him sitting in front of you, completely naked, a few locks of hair falling on his delicate features. “Cum for me, cum on my thigh, baby.”

It’s enough to make your orgasm wash over you. You release on his thigh, wrapping your fingers around his forearm and kicking your head back - losing yourself in the intense feeling, familiar yet entirely new at the same time as whimpers and swear words fall from your lips. Your legs start to shake and you halt your movements, not wanting to overstimulate yourself - you have something else in mind.

You let your body fall on Felix’s - resting your head on his naked chest as you try to regain your breath. Felix wraps his arms around you, drawing imaginary shapes on your lower back with his fingers. “Felt good?”, he mutters, resting his chin on top of your head.

You nod. “More than good.”, you pull away from his body, sitting on the mattress as well, and you can’t help but notice a wet patch on Felix’s thigh. For some reason, it makes you blush and you look away - your gaze ending on Felix’s face, looking him in the eyes.

“Good.” Felix smirks, looking down between his legs, and your gaze follows his. His cock is impossibly hard, resting on his abdomen, looking absolutely impressive. “Now it’s time to make you cum on my cock.”

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dariwrites03 · 7 days

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Fucked up Monday.

A/n: this is the first Ellie x female reader I’ve ever written so pls be kind ??? ( let’s be real, first thing I’ve ever written ngl) Also, English isn’t my first language so excuse my mistakes. Otherwise have fun!

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/daribertduck/748855174059130880/fucked-up-monday-23

Summary: Having Ellie as a friend is great. Having her as you’re patrol partner? Even better. Loving her though, that’s where all the problems begin. Especially since Ellie doesn’t feel the same, right?

Warnings: slightly mention of grief, anxiety,post apocalypse world!! Slightly curse words ( what’s you’re favorite curse word? Probably fuck.)

-5,9K words or something xx

The world suddenly became gray, the clouds got thicker and as the rain started to make its way down onto the dirty ground surrounding your house, you knew today was most definitely not a good day. But It's not like you didn't know that already. The last couple of days weren't great either, and that's not something you can blame on the terrible January weather.

No, partly you blame yourself for those terrible hours that turned into days you spent in front of your living room window wasting away important minutes, stuck with way too many thoughts to function. So many things you have to think over and over, without really ending up with an answer that satisfies you. And you blame her, too, for somehow making the world much darker than it already is. But deep down you knew that this wasn't the right way to go, you could not make her the center of your problems, couldn't build your own mistakes around her. But you'd like to try anyway.

Monday, only a week ago, everything was as fine as it could be, considering the circumstances. Because life in the post-apocalypse isn't always easy, because one of your closest friends, Dina, is in love with Ellie Williams. Because Ellie Williams is the girl you gave your heart many years ago.

This specific Monday,where everything went down, you were on patrol with Ellie. Over the past two months, it had become a ritual. The two of you made the best team in Jackson, using supplies judiciously and working smart and fast. Everyone could rely on you both, and you loved it. The feeling of being needed was something great. The idea of people believing and trusting you was something you wouldn't trade for anything. You loved to help, and God knows you were doing a pretty good job at it too.

That Ellie was the one assigned to you wasn't something you were mad about. You craved nothing more than the attention from the emerald green-eyed girl. Knowing that you two spent hours on patrol with nothing but meaningless conversations filling the air made life taste a bit sweeter. And Ellie felt the same way. From the moment you first exchanged words in Jackson, you both knew right away that whatever you had in your hearts for each other was too precious to let loose.

But now, that specific feeling you get whenever you think about her is probably the reason why you're scared in your living room, hiding from everything and everyone, but especially from her.

Having Ellie as your friend was incredible. You both talked about everything and always found playful words even in serious situations, lightening the burden on your minds. But being friends with her wasn't enough for you. You yearned to be closer, to have her in every way you could possibly want a human being. And that terrified you since your friend made her intentions about Dina very clear.

And having her as your patrol partner was the wisest decision Maria ever made. Even though you weren't always assigned to each other, the moments you shared on patrol were precious. The way you both moved in sync, anticipating each other's actions, spoke volumes. It was more than just duty; it was a connection that defied mere partnership.

At first,starting off new right after the parole training Tommy gave you, you were in a group with your cousin Dylan. He was a smart man, kind and caring—one of the closest people you'd ever call family. Not much older than you or your friends, but he lost his life in a fight with a bloader while the two of you went to check on an Abandoned School near Jackson. When you returned without Dylan by your side, the traumatic experience still etched into your bones, you explained the situation to Maria right away, sharing as many details as you could remember. You hoped that you wouldn't have to recount this nightmare of a story multiple times. You described to her exactly where it happened and how you somehow managed to escape, paying the price of Dylan losing his life while distracting the bloader. Maria promised to be there when you told all your family members and to send out a group of people to the building. Their mission: to finish off the bloater and retrieve whatever was left of Dylan for a somewhat respectful funeral. Something he deeply deserved.

After your conversation with Maria, she immediately called Ellie in to ask if it would be okay for her to pair with you. Returning to work wasn't something you originally had in mind, but in hindsight, Maria probably knew that working would keep your mind off things. She was also aware of the deep connection you had with Ellie. If she had assigned you to someone else, you might have been too terrified to venture close to the outside world ever again.

Ellie, however, always wanted to go on patrol with you. She hated the idea of you going with Dylan instead. It wasn't that she didn't like him; it was more that she felt like she lost control the moment the safe gates of Jackson closed, and she wasn't by your side.

The first couple of times the two of you went on patrol together were more challenging than you had anticipated. Sometimes, you believed you could still hear his screams echoing in the back of your mind. Other times, his anguished facefilled your thoughts, and you grappled with the regret of running in the opposite direction. The guilt of what you *should* have done never truly left your mind.

Maria, understanding the weight of your experience, altered the usual patrol routes for you and Ellie. She ensured that you both didn't have to cross the area where the incident with Dylan occurred. Deep down, you knew there was nothing you could have done to save Dylan, yet you couldn't help but blame yourself.

Ellie did her best to empathize, and you noticed and appreciated her efforts. While she couldn't erase all the pain, her presence made the feelings a little less overwhelming. You sensed that she was aware of this too since she let you sleep over at her place almost everyday since and somehow already knew when a new anxiety attack was about to happen without you even knowing it.However, over the past few weeks, you've been avoiding her, along with almost everyone else. The ache in your heart, triggered by thoughts of Ellie being with Dina, became too much for your frightened heart to bear. Distance seemed like the only viable solution—a way to shield yourself from the emotional storm.

On that bittersweet Monday,where the two of you headed out a little earlier than you'd prefer, the sun not yet fully awake, you embarked on a new route. Not far from Jackson, there lay a small town—one that Maria wanted both of you to investigate and "clean." With that purpose, you made your way over there.

As you and Ellie stepped into this town, its quiet streets greeted you. The air smelled of pine and nostalgia, and the sun cast long shadows across the wooden storefronts. Maria's instructions echoed in your mind.

Ellie walked beside you, her gaze scanning the facades. Her emerald eyes held a mix of curiosity and determination. You wondered what thoughts raced through her mind.

As you explored the town, you noticed faded murals on brick walls, their colors muted by time. Abandoned storefronts stood like sentinels, their windows boarded up, history locked within. The creak of a rusty swing in the town square hinted at children's laughter long gone. And somewhere, perhaps hidden in the shadows, lay the heart of this place.

With each step, you peeled back layers—the layers of dust, of stories, of forgotten dreams. The sun climbed higher, casting warmth on your shoulders.

"Hey, I thought I was funny!" Ellie's voice echoed in the back of your mind, snapping you back to reality and the conversation you and her had going on."God, Ellie, you know I love you lots, but do you have to be so weird?" you asked her, a smirk spreading across your face. "No idea what you're talking about, babe. Am I not allowed to express my love for clothing?" she said dramatically. "Not when you show up at a parole meeting wearing a cowboy hat?!" you said, laughing, recalling the expressions on Maria and Joel's faces when Ellie walked in. "It was a statement!" - "A fashion crime, that's what it was!" Your tone was amused. Ellie didn't respond to your playful jab and just shook her head, her laughter filling the air. That sound, that sweet sound you could never get enough of, made everything feel more than alright. It was just the two of you, on your horses, riding near a lake, continuing to cross the small town, laughing as if this was how it was meant to be. But the comfortable silence that enveloped both of you suddenly halted when you laid eyes on a massive, abandoned mall ahead. "Seems like we need to check this place out," Ellie said, her voice calm as she studied the map in her hands. You tightened your grip on the reins of your horse. "Alright, lead the way?" you asked her. She responded, "Already on it, princess." You rolled your eyes, but the nickname slid off you, making your heart beat faster.

Ellie dismounted her horse, handing you the reins. She strode toward the entrance, determined to open the massive door that separated you both from the darkness within. Meanwhile, you secured the horses to a nearby fence and joined Ellie, who stood waiting. "Ladies first," she quipped, making a sweeping gesture toward the freshly opened door. You rolled your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips. As you prepared to step inside, Ellie's hand pulled you back. "Spores. Masks on," she mumbled, adjusting her own mask. You followed suit, the cool fabric pressing against your face. Stepping over the threshold, you moved quietly, attuned to the sounds echoing through the abandoned mall from clickers and runners. Ellie held her gun with unwavering resolve, and you mirrored her stance. Her gaze met yours, locking in a shared understanding."Try not to get bit," Ellie said, her voice low. "I don't really feel like shooting you in the head today. Maybe tomorrow, though." Her eyes crinkled, a smile hidden behind the mask. You couldn't help but grin. "Fuck you, Williams," -"Nah, I'd prefer somebody else doing it."

As the two of you make your way deeper into the building, talking nonsense quietly while finishing off Clickers on your way, A loud sound makes you and Ellie stop in your tracks. ''what the fuck was that...'' She mumbled, and you're looking past Ellie in the direction the horror sound was coming from. ''I…”You were unable to speak, move or even breathe because you recognized that sound immediately. ''Hey, are you okay?'' You heard her saying, she moved closer to you and softly grabbed your shoulder with her free hand, shifting your chest so you're looking into her direction again.'' Babe, are you okay?'' Ellie repeated her Question, looking for something in your eyes, you cannot make out. Yet again you were unable to answer, fear slowly making its way up into your lungs, preventing you from breathing properly. She was about to say something again, but she got interrupted by the sound of loud footsteps moving into your direction, revealing one of the most terrifying things this 'new' world has to offer. ''A fucking Bloader...'' Ellie's whisper recalled in your mind and without even knowing it, you're back with Dylan. You were back in the school with him by your side, you hear him screaming your name in pain, begging you to leave, you taste the blood of his on your tongue. You can't breathe. Tears started to form in your eyes, the world got blurry, and that anxious feeling from that same night made its way back into your bones. The feeling of Ellie's hands drifting away from your shoulder, just past to your underarm. Her grabbing your hand was the only thing you noticed before a jerky movement brought you back into reality. Ellie was leading you up an Escalator, running as fast as your guys lungs allowed. ''Fucking shit, we have to move, princess!'' She said, her voice demanding. You couldn't say anything, not even recognizing the nickname she gave you that normally makes your knees weak, the only thing you were able to do was moving with her, her soft hands grabbing your underarm being the only reason you were able to move in the first place.

You couldn't even notice the way Ellie ran a bit faster than you, not letting go of your hand while shooting down upcoming Runners and Clickers, snuffing out whatever life they still clung to. You couldn't even hear Ellie's words as she spoke to you, couldn't see her breaking down a random door and pushing you both inside, closing it firmly and securing it with whatever heavy material she found to lock you two in. Your mind was a whirlwind of panic, grief, and regret. You couldn't move, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to control your agonal respiration. The mask felt even more uncomfortable than it already was. Then, two soft hands carefully grabbed your face, removing the mask and gently resting on your skin. It was a lifeline back to reality.

"Babe, you're okay. We're safe. Come on, try to breathe with me, okay?"Her voice slowly penetrated your foggy brain. Your right hand automatically found her wrist, and for a moment, you tried to do what the brown-haired girl in front of you said—you tried to breathe. "Doing so good, Darling,"she encouraged. „Keep going. Focus on me, alright? Breathe in... hold it, love... okay, breathe out." The softness of her voice traveled up to your brain, dispelling the dark smoke that had clouded your thoughts. "Shit..."you whispered, not caring how pathetic you probably looked right now. Her eyes never left yours, and finally, you took your first real breath since arriving in the mall. "Yeah... that probably captures it best,"she said, her touch gentle as she caressed your cheek. She was still a bit out of breath from all the running.

You looked at her for a second longer, and for some inexplicable reason, everything didn't feel so dire anymore. Maybe it was because with Ellie by your side, you could never feel truly unsafe. A grin crept onto your face, and without bothering to hide it, you burst into laughter, tears still wetting your skin. Ellie stared at you, momentarily confused, but her expression softened. She wasn't able to hold on the grinning expression herself.

Ellie looked at you for a moment, her confusion giving way to laughter. "What the hell, the fuck was that?" you said, still chuckling. „I wish I fucking knew“ she said. Ellie's hands remained pressed against your cheeks, and you didn't mind at all. She grinned, pulling you a bit closer until her forehead rested against yours. "You feel okay, though?" she asked, her tone shifting back to concern. You replied quietly, "I'm with you, so... yeah." Ellie didn't say anything, but her touch lingered on your skin before she pulled away.

"Let's try to find a way out of here," she declared, already scanning the small store she'd barricaded you both into. Her movements were purposeful, and you appreciated her practicality. "I'm definitely not cleaning this entire mall up by myself."- „I mean, you did almost half of it already?“ you said, grinning again. „Yeah, the others can do the other half. I’m fucking done with this place.“

The closeness between you wasn't weird; it was familiar. Ellie had always been a touchable person, and you never complained. In fact, you loved the feeling of having her close—the warmth of her skin against yours. It had happened countless times before Hands touching a little too long, hugs that stretched into eternity, and mornings waking up tangled together. It was no longer something to overthink; it just was—a connection that transcended words.

You made your way through the store, noticing only just now that it used to be some sort of clothing shop. ''hey, look at that. Should I grab that for Dina?'' The voice from the opposite of the room bought your attention, you let your eyes travel their way to where your best friend is standing, holding up a basic brownish lined jacket, weirdly posing with it like she's some sort of model getting pictures taken. ''Yeah. Sure, do that.'' You said, already regretting how your voice sounded out loud. Ellie being in love with Dina wasn't news to you, you were the first person she ever told about her undeniable feelings towards Dina. That your heart shattered in about a million pieces isn't something you ever considered of telling her-You wanted to be supportive, knowing that Dina also felt the same about your best Friend. ''Is everything alright?'' Ellie said, confused by your lack of enthusiasm. ''Yeah, all good, just still, you know, fucked up from that bloader trying to rip us apart.'' You answered while pretending to look through some of the clothes. you practically didn't lie. The encounter with the bloader made you feel all weird and anxious, you were already struggling with not allowing yourself to even think about the incident and with that thing crossing your path it was almost inevitable to keep those memories locked away. Ellie looked at you as she isn't really buying it ''Hey, we don't have to leave right away. We surely can take a break?'' she suggested, making her way over to you. ''A break does sound fucking nice.'' You said, giving the slightly taller girl a tired smile. Ellie nodded at you, nudging your shoulder with hers while walking past you. Now opening a gray door behind the cash register with the words ''Employees only.'' written on lined paper.

Entering the common room was more than disappointing. Although there was an old sofa welcoming your stay, Ellie and you must've shared the same idea because before you could even make a step towards the in dark blue colored sofa, Ellie already dropped her body on it with a load groan. "Fuck you, move your ass over, El.'' You said, smirking as you moved to the small space. She looked up at you, her face blessed with another grin as she crossed her arms behind her head. ''Nah, I'm quite comfortable, thanks for suggesting it though!'' She closed her eyes and moved around on the cheap looking fabric to find the most comfortable position. ''Oh yeah? I mean, you wanted this. Practically dared me to do it'' You said. One of her closed eyes opened „what do you mean?“ she said. Without saying another word you set yourself as carefully as you can down on her lab. Ellie, on the other hand, dramatically lifted her upper body up, pretending to cough for much-needed air ''Help!! Help!! Doctor, I Can't breathe!'' Her arms went in every direction, making it seem like she's struggling to move, "c'mon, fuck you, I'm not even using my full body weight!" You said defending yourself. "Okay, okay, I'm done for. Dead, you won this round, you're officially the “Ellie defeater”.now get down!" She said, laughing as she gently pushed you from her lap. As you got up, Ellie actually made some space for you to sit down, which you did almost immediately. You lean your head against the wall behind you and look at your best friend now sitting leg crossed facing you. "You actually feeling okay tho?" she' asked for what felt like a million times today, which brought a small honest smile onto your face „yeah, as okay as I can be. Seeing that thing did bring some memories back, if rather forget. Thanks for saving me though" you said, playing with the strands of your jacket. „Yeah, glad to be your savior when time gets rough. You owe me one" she said, grinning. "Yeah, sure I owe you" you said. „Totally. Hmm," she said, pretending to think "what could you possibly do for me to regard me for saving your life?" with a grinning face she looked you up and down, and you knew immediately that what your friend had in mind wasn't something that's going to turn out good. „What are you thinking right now? Should I be scared?"- ''Don't know yet.'' Ellie said, lifting her body into a more comfortable sitting position."How about... I ask you a question, and you'll answer truthfully?" Ellie's words carried a weight of seriousness, and you couldn't help but feel anxious. "I'm always honest?" you replied, looking at her, bluffing with your answer. You knew that you weren't always honest, but you kept your own truth close to your heart because it wouldn't change the outcome anyway. Survival often required pretty white lies.

"Cut the bullshit. Okay, so... why are you avoiding Dina all of a sudden?" The question caught you off guard, and you looked at your best friend as if you'd just seen your dead cousin dancing with a Clicker in the distance. "What? I'm not?" you said, knowing Ellie wouldn't buy your bluff. "Hey, you promised to answer truthfully," she insisted, making you roll your eyes. "I never said I'll answer." You shrugged your shoulders, and Ellie gave you a slightly annoyed look.

"Babe... be honest," her voice calm and almost a whisper, her body leaning against the sofa frame. "Dina and I talked about this. She feels insecure, like she's done something wrong. And thinking about it, I feel like you've been avoiding me as well. The only time I ever see you is on patrol. It used to be more, you know? We barely talk. I think it's rather sad. Have I done something? Has Dina made you uncomfortable? Don't give me that look, love. I'm trying to understand you." Her voice shifted from calm to confused, and you knew right away that Ellie wouldn't let this go until she knew the real reason for your distance.

"No... Dina did nothing wrong."It's the only thing you're able to answer. You look down at your hand, playing with the matching bracelet you share with Ellie. „Did I do something...?"you hear her whisper, her voice filled with insecurity. Your heart clenches at the thought of being the reason why Ellie's overthinking her behavior. So, before you can overthink your next move, you look up to her. You move your body a bit closer and lay your hand on her knee, comfortably caressing the fabric of her skinny jeans.

"No... God, of course not. You did nothing wrong. It's just... it's me."Her eyes meet yours, and you know right then and there that you're fucked, unable to lie with her eyes looking at you like that. „What is it, then?"she whispers, resting her own hand on yours. The touch makes you feel like you need to run away as fast as possible. „I... I'm hurt, okay?"You say it with all the honesty in your heart. „Hurt? From what? Dina and I didn't—"You don't let Ellie finish her sentence. Instead, you get up from the comfortable sofa and run your hands over your face. "... this is exactly why I don't want to talk to either of you!"You're now standing in the middle of the room, looking at Ellie who remains in the same sitting position. Her eyes follow you as you pace the small common room.

"You and Dina, all day... when I hang out with you, you only tell me how beautiful she is, how perfect you guys are together, and how deeply in love you are. If I hang with D, it's the same fucking story."Your voice shakes with all the built-up anger inside of you. You're well aware that you don't have the right to be mad about those two people falling in love. You've never even addressed your feelings to anyone else except your mirror at 3 am. How are Ellie or Dina supposed to know that it's ripping you apart? "And what's your problem with that? And did Dina really say she’s into me too?" Ellie asks, and you couldn't help the tears already welling up in your eyes again. "Yes, she did, Ellie. You know she feels the fucking same," you say, your voice breaking into a desperate whisper.

"Hey, the fuck?" Ellie's voice is already alarmed with worry as she gets up to walk those three more steps, entering your personal space again. Her hand reaches for yours, but you subtly step away from her, your back slightly hitting the white wall behind you. "Love, what? Why are you crying? What does Dina feeling the same have to do with you avoiding us?" She asks, her eyes showing some sort of disappointment the second you stepped away from her."Just... forget it, okay? I don't want to talk about it." You mumble, your voice breaking. "But I want to talk about it." Ellie's eyes never leave yours until you look down at your dirty, almost broken Converse shoes. "Ellie, just leave it b—" You get interrupted by Ellie's sharp voice cutting you off. "For fucks sake, can you be fucking honest for once? I don't get your fucking problem. You don't talk, you ignore me and Dina, and now you're saying it's because Dina and I are falling for each other? I thought you're fucking happy for me! Like a best friend should be! I don't understand you, really, I don't." Her voice grows louder with every word. You try to say something again, but you can't bring yourself to talk. You notice Ellie walking toward you again, the wall behind you failing your escape. You felt anger rushing over you, mixed with regret and.. disappointment.

"How about you finally say what you think, huh? Can't go around treating your friends badly because you have some weird jealousy problems. It’s not my fault you don’t have other friends besides me”She's mad, and you know she doesn't understand your reasoning for drifting away from her. Deep down, you also know she's just hurt and, more importantly, scared of losing you.

"...Why are we still talking about this?" You say, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you look into her eyes. She's already looking at you, and god, she's close—too close. "We're going to talk about this until you tell me what's going on." Tears continue to stream down your face for the second time today but this time not because you were sad. You were angry, without even being sure at who you’re angry at.You shake your head, not wanting to answer, and begging to whatever is above you to somehow make Ellie drop the entire topic. ''No, no, you'll answer me right now. What the hell is wrong with you?'' Her hands grabbing your shoulders, pressing your body more against the wall behind you. „You already know it anyways, now let go of me.'' You said, although you were not even trying to pushing her away. ''Not until you answer me with your own words. I Can do this all day'' She said. ''fuck,els, you don't want to know, okay? Just forget it, let me go and let's get the hell out of here''-''So that you can ignore me again? Hell no, we're having this talk now even if it's the last thing I’ll do'' She demanded. ''I don't know what you want from me right now, Ellie!'' you said, voice rising as well with every new word leaving your lips. ''The truth! Why the fuck are you avoiding us?!'' You closed your eyes, taking all that bravery you have left inside you to speak the next heart wracking words filled with honesty. ''Because I Can't handle you falling for somebody else. Because knowing you want her breaks my fucking heart, because I want to be the girl you think about, talk about, dream about! Because I fucking love you, okay?! I’m sorry!” You looked at her, eyes scared, like a little puppy. She didn't answer but didn't let go of your shoulder either. ''you happy now?'' You said and before Ellie could prevent it, you took the moment of her confusion as a way to escape her grip, pushing her away slightly. That movement was the wake-up call Ellie needed because she grabbed your shoulder again just to push you into almost the same position, back pressed against the cold wall.

And suddenly, you waited—waited what felt like ages—for the eclipse of her cutting words to happen. You anticipated her telling you to never talk to her again, accusing you of selfishness, and lamenting the ruin of a perfectly good friendship. But instead, there was silence. The only sound that reached your ears was her deep breathing, mirroring your own. And in that hot, suspended moment, you feared she could hear your heart beating, laid bare and vulnerable for her to either take or break. You studied her face intently, fear gripping your heart. Scared of what you might find in her expression. She does the same. Ellie's eyes traced every contour, mapping your features as if committing them to memory. And then, abruptly, her gaze halted. It rested on your lips-

"What are you doing?" you barely whispered, your voice a fragile thread in the charged air. The brown-haired girl lifted her gaze to meet your eyes once more, only to trace a deliberate path back down to your lips. A soft, almost imperceptible pressure settled against your chin, her hands holding you in place. Her thumb danced gently over your bottom lip, igniting a flutter of anticipation within you. You swallowed, the moment hanging suspended—a fragile bridge between friendship and something more you’re not ready to cross. "Ellie..." you murmured, the syllables almost lost in the charged silence. Her face drew closer to yours, breaths mingling, and before you could draw your next breath, her lips crashed onto yours without further hesitation. A simple kiss, yet it ignited a cosmic explosion within you. Her lips on yours transformed the quietude into a kaleidoscope of colors. Every rational thought in your brain was stripped away, replaced by her presence—the warmth of her hand still cradling your chin, the delicate shift as it left your shoulder to encircle your waist. Your fingers, guided by instinct, wove through her tousled hair, pulling her closer. Because when it's Ellie, close is never close enough.

As you finally convinced yourself to pull away, the air around you seemed to shimmer with heat. But your brain? It was a tangle of wordless wonder, unable to string coherent thoughts together. So, without hesitation, you drew her back into your space, pressing your soft lips against hers once more.

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The ride back was weird. The air around the two of you, once filled with comfortable silence, had shifted. Now, it hung heavy with unspoken words, a chasm between you that seemed insurmountable.

After the kiss, neither of you said much. You swiftly wiped away your tears on the gray sweater you wore—a piece that belonged to Dylan, a memory of another time. Ellie, unable to meet your gaze, chose the only sensible course of action: finding a way out of the mall, escaping the charged atmosphere that clung to you both. Escaping you. And so, you found a backdoor, a clandestine escape from the weirdness that had enveloped you both. Even as you stepped into the outside world, a part of you wished you could linger within those walls a little longer. The horse up front awaited you, and you mounted it, riding away from the mall. The silence between you and Ellie weighed heavily, an unspoken question echoing: Why did it all become so weird?

Embarrassment clung to the silence, and you wondered what comfort you had once found in the noise—the cacophony of everyday life. But answers eluded you. As you returned to Jackson, Ellie by your side, you led the horses back to the stable. Maria received a brief explanation about the situation inside the building, her eyes curious but respectful. And then, without uttering a single word, you and Ellie went your separate ways. The silence remained, a chasm that neither of you dared to bridge.

This was 2 Days, 5 Hours and 54 Minutes ago. But who's Counting, right?

Ever since then, knowing you had three days off parole with her, you barricaded yourself at home. Maria didn't question it; she probably assumed it was because the bloader brought back too many memories. You certainly wouldn't correct her on that theory. Instead, you settled by the big window in your living room, watching raindrops trace their paths on the glass. But it couldn’t it stay that way and you knew eventually you'd have to talk to her, face her, and work with her. You didn't want things to become even more awkward than they already were. So you prepared yourself for a long, difficult talk.

With what felt like hours of convincing yourself and an argument you played out in your head, you got up and made yourself look presentable again. Leaving the comfort of your house, you took a little walk around the built neighbourhood in Jackson, pondering what you'd even say to her. Instead of taking the short road leading directly to Ellie's safe four walls, you made your way to one of the information stations across town, just to have a quick look at next week's schedule.

Arriving there, you meet a friendly face: Sophia. She's almost like Maria's right hand, diligently putting up new lists every week. You give her a small smile, though the turmoil inside you threatens to spill over. Her pitying look doesn't go unnoticed. Your eyes scan the handwritten list, searching for your and Ellie's names, followed by the assigned route. But something catches your attention: Ellie's name isn't next to yours anymore; it's now paired with Dina. You blink, thinking it's some cruel, messed-up joke. Your eyes dart around, seeking your initials, and there they are—next to Jesse.

"What the hell?" you mumble, the confusion swirling in your mind. Sophia approaches, sensing your distress. "Can I help you with anything?" she asks, her voice gentle. You hesitate, then blurt out, "Why am I assigned with Jesse instead of Ellie? Is this some sick joke?"

Regret tinges your voice; it's not Sophia's fault. Mistakes happen, right? She shifts uncomfortably, glancing at You. "Oh, Maria didn't talk to you yet?" she says, reading your expression. "Uhm, Williams, here." She points to the list, where Ellie's name is scrawled in an unsteady handwriting. "Asked Maria to switch parole partners... I don't know why," Sophie mumbles, fear evident in her eyes on how you'd take the news.

You turn to the door hearing a cracking sound, and there's Maria, striding toward you with multiple papers in hand.

"Maria, what the—" Your words catch in your throat. Maria's weathered face meets your gaze. "Hey, sweetie, don't give me that look," she says gruffly. "I tried to talk Ellie out of it, but she insisted on changing partners. Didn’t even gave me an explanation but I could tell she was serious. And since you and Jesse are friends as well, I thought it wouldn't make much of a difference. He can help you out” she said, making it sound like not a big deal.

She insisted on changing.

The words hang in the air, a sledgehammer to your already fragile heart. Is this how it’s going to be from now on? What are you supposed to do?

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☆ talk to me

genre: fluff, angst (?), hurt/comfort

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

warnings: anxiety, cussing, conflict(?), crying blah blah

wc: 1770

t-note: i don't mean to make this a trend in my posts.....but i hate this fic lollsloslso TT first and foremost it's completely not my style of wirting, capitalization and all. but I found this unfinished with a completely different storyline and though hmmm this could be worth posting. ngl the quality of writing decreases as you read i feel like :3 the end is kind rushed (?), i couldn't figure out how to resolve it. please send me any feedback you have, as well as any requests!!

You both were at an award show. Hyunjin had on this gorgeous jet black suit, decked out in YSL accessories. His hair and makeup were done special that night, the stylist spending a few extra moments on each feature, and you honestly didn’t think you'd ever been more in love with him.

You were both sitting at a small table, while the rest of the boys were socializing with other idols. You both had just been given the green light on announcing your relationship, and Hyunjin wasted no time. Probably minutes after he received the call, he went straight to twitter to post a selfie of you two,

“my muse :)”

It’d been a few weeks since then, and soon enough came your first outing as an official couple, this award show. Your anxiety was at an all time high – though when was it not – and Hyunjin had been extra attentive and sweet to you all day, your happiness and comfort being most important to him.

But soon enough, you couldn’t stop the pit of guilt laced bile forming in your stomach. This was his special night, and here you were acting like a baby. I mean, really Y/n? You couldn’t have waited till-

“Baby?”

Suddenly your mind went silent for a second, and you realized your lover was trying to bring you back.

“Your eyes look cloudy baby what’s wrong? Do you need to step out for a minute?”

The pit starts to bubble extra hard.

Trying your best to put on a smile – although it comes out a little wobbly – “Of course not! I’m fine honey, just a little jittery waiting for the awards to be announced.”

It was a decent lie, but the execution was terrible and you both knew it.

“Babe…….” He questioned with his eyebrows raised skeptically.

“I’m fine Jinnie, I promise.”

His shoulders seemed to slack a little at that last part, though you could tell he was still on edge.

“Okay….I’m gonna go get us some water, don’t hesitate to come find me if anything at all happens. I mean it.” He stated sternly

“Cross my heart hope to die” You replied with a soft smile

And as heavy as your heart was, you still couldn’t help the way your eyes lingered on him as he walked away.

Wow…….He’s really yours.

Soon enough, it came time for the awards. Hyunjin was back by your side, the other boys in seats right next to him. His hand holding yours as the awards were announced.

“And Fan Favorite Boy Group of the Year goes to……… JYPE’s Stray Kids!!”

You couldn’t help but break into the widest grin you’d ever smiled as the boys stood up to go accept their award.

They were so talented, and they’d worked relentlessly so this win didn’t come as a surprise to you. They deserved it.

But what did come as a surprise to you, is when Hyunjin was about to walk away, he turned, leaned down, and planted a firm kiss right on your mouth. Now in the moment, you acted natural, kissing back and smiling then waving him off. But as soon as you were certain there were no cameras on you. Your smile dropped and your heart started racing.

Oh god, what would everyone think? They’re gonna talk about how unprofessional that was, and how the boys don’t deserve that award. Fuck this is all my fault, I shouldn’t have let him kiss me. I shouldn’t be here.

And unfortunately, right as you got up to excuse yourself, you didn’t notice the boys giving their individual thank you’s, and Hyunjin watching you run off with a look of hurt, worry, and betrayal plastered on his face.

To anyone else, your thoughts sounded completely irrational, but anxiety isn’t rational. And they took over your legs before you could think about it any further.

You don’t know how long you’ve been in the bathroom. It feels like it’s been a few minutes, but as you hear several rounds of applause, and soon enough rapid frantic knocking on the door, you know you’ve been in there far too long.

“Baby? Y/n? Babe please I know you’re in there?........Baby what happened?”

Fuck. You don’t know. You’re suddenly hit with a huge wave of humiliation and guilt. You know you couldn’t bear to look him in the eye. So with two quick swipes under your eyes, you swing the door open to see your Jinnie standing there, eyes glazed over, and out of breath – did he run here?

“Oh my god Y/n you had me worried fucking sick. What happened baby? You just ran off and I-”

“I’m fine Jinnie.”

You stated as firmly as you could in the moment. You felt a sharp pain in your chest as a look of hurt flashed across his face. You walked straight past him and beelined for the door you all came through. You just wanted to get home.

You soon heard harsh footsteps behind you, you could tell he was angry. Fuck.

You soon saw Leeknow waiting by the limo, and as you approached he shot you a look of concern and confusion, almost wordlessly asking you ‘are you okay?’. You mustered up a small smile of reassurance and climbed into the limo. This was going to be the longest ride of your life.

The whole way home, Hyunjin wouldn’t even look at you. Though you were trying to exactly grab his attention, his expression stayed the same the whole ride. Nonchalant. Too nonchalant for your liking. You know you deserved it but he looks so calm, you’d think nothing would’ve happened at all. And suddenly, the dull ache in your heart became a sharp, shooting pain.

You soon made it home, rushing out the car with a hasty goodbye and jogging to your door. Not even bothering to drop anything besides your shoes at the door, you rushed upstairs to the bathroom.

There’s no way Hyunjin would wanna talk to you right now…so what should you do? Maybe if you go to bed quick enough, you can sleep this all away, as if it was a bad dream. So that’s what you begin to do.

You strip out of your bordering uncomfortable dress and take the pins out of your hair, and get into the shower.

As you let the water run over you, you began to think.

How can I apologize for this? A regular “Sorry, I love you” can’t fix this. No, Hyunjin deserves better than that. He deserves better than me. God I hope he doesn’t break up with me, I don’t know what I’d do. He’s been really quiet, and I haven’t heard anything upstairs. Oh no what if he left? What if-

You hastily finish washing and all but leap out of the shower. After haphazardly drying off and throwing on a (his) t-shirt and underwear, you quickly pad downstairs.

As you descend the stairs you notice the silence that has taken over your home. It’s almost as if you're the only one home, and that scares you.

“Jinnie?” you almost whisper into the space.

Nothing.

Your heart starts to race and you feel like crying,

“Hyunjin?” you call as you roam throughout the downstairs.

He’s not here. You start to panic, looking frantically around for your phone, and just as the first tear falls and you start to bolt upstairs, you hear the door unlocking.

You spin around, and there he is. When did he change?

As he walks in with a bag and takes off his shoes, you freeze. You don’t know if you were ready for this conversation yet.

“Hi” He mumbles as he sets everything down on the counter.

“Where were you?” You force out, the weight in your chest making it hard to speak.

“I picked up some food for dinner, since neither of us-” He stops as he looks up at you, hair pulled back so he has a clear line of sight.

“What is it? Why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry.” you say with a wobbly voice

“I’m really really sorry I don’t know what my problem was earlier”

He stares at you for a long moment. Or maybe it was just for a second, you aren’t completely present.

“It’s okay baby. I was upset earlier but now I just wanna make sure you’re fed and figure out what’s wro-”

“No Jinnie I really mean it I don’t know what was wrong earlier but I swear to you it will never happen again” You said through heaving breaths- wait, heaving? When did you start crying?

“Hey hey hey baby it is fine. I promise you I’m not upset. Something was obviously wrong and I don’t blame you. At all.”

He swiftly moved toward you and wrapped you up in a hug.

“I know you get anxious sometimes, and it can cause miscommunication. But that’s why I need you to talk to me baby. Please. I know life can be a lot. Especially when my career is involved, but I need to know that you know you are my top priority always. And all I want is for you to feel happy and safe. So when I know that you don’t but you won’t let me help you, I start to feel a little helpless.”

He pauses and brings a hand to cradle the back of your head,

“Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done, and I like to say it comes naturally. Like I was born to do it. But unfortunately, I can’t read your mind. So please. Help me help you baby. Let me help you”

He presses multiple kisses to the top of your head and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. You start to sob. Heavy, achy, cries but he can make out the few words you're saying.

“I love you Jinnie I’m sorry, I’ll always tell you what’s wrong I promise” You say punctuating with a long loud sniffle.

He squeezes you, “My sweet girl….I love you so much more”

He pulls away, “Let’s eat before it gets cold”

As he begins to walk and you follow, he dramatically sighs,

“I must say though…..I gave quite the speech…can’t believe you missed it baby”

As he looks up from the food, he sees your eyes tearing up once again,

“Oh my goodness baby, I was joking I’m sorry” He says as he pulls you in for another hug

He kisses your cheek and breathes out, “What will I do with you baby?”

thank u for reading :3

#taylorthawriter #skz fluff #skz imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #stray kids imagines #stray kids oneshots #skz x reader #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin angst #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin stray kids

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jangmi-latte · 5 months

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10:55 AM — 「 "BEST FRIEND" 」

gender!neutral reader. platonic-ish romantic

these are thoroughly self-indulgent and are what the author personally experienced in her life 👍🏻

"best friend!ace" who would throw you nrc's basketball team banner with no context. he'd just smirk and salute at you before jogging back to the court while you're left to stare at the small banner in question. you'd bring the banner with you before the game starts, placing it around your shoulders (since it's made out of cloth) with the logo displayed across your back and it just unintentionally gives him a boost. you look like you're bragging the team to anyone you walk by and it just feeds his ego.

"best friend!ace" who'd disturb you while you're helping with prop making during class like he'd: (1) randomly play with a ribbon then wrap it around your neck to playfully choke you (he didn't literally choke you), (2) clip random materials to your hair without you knowing until you find out and just know he's the culprit, and (3) talk a lot but not help, he's just sitting there while leaning on his arms until you throw something at him and he just does his part with a small grumble.

"best friend!ace" who's willing to lend you his lab coat after you left yours back at the dorm. sir crewel doesn't let anyone work without a lab coat and since you both have different alchemy schedules, you messaged ace about needing one (you were so worried you'd fail you nearly BEGGED). if he also left his lab coat, he's running back to heartslabyul to get it then he's by your classroom in a few minutes. he'd be playfully asking for a compensation after lending it to you but when he saw you smile – as cliche as it is – he felt like a hero.

"best friend!ace" who'd always message you asking if you already got home after you (impulsively) travelled/commuted on your own. he knows how unfamiliar you are with twisted wonderland's map so, deep down, he's worried. he'd also spam you with "where are you" if you haven't replied for a while or he's forcing you to turn on your location and send it to him.

if you ever did send your location, he'd be looking at it from time to time and if he saw that you're in an unfamiliar area, he's messaging you with "WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE???" or just straight up spam you with calls. he'd stay in the call until you're at your destination.

"best friend!ace" who'd, similar to previous one, ask if you already ate if you sound stupid while chatting with him. randomly saying "huh?" or something that just doesn't make sense AT ALL then he'd respond with, "have you even ate you sound dumb rn ngl" and when you admit you haven't, he'd use it as a chance to eat with you (your treat lowkey). he'd even say it's to "bring back my original y/n"

"best friend!ace" who'd trash talk you with you around (he has a loud voice let's be fr) to deuce to annoy you knowing very well you'd trash talk him back indirectly while deuce is forced to just nod and facepalm. until it's you two bickering with one another until he just squeezes/pinches your cheek and you're smacking at him endlessly.

"best friend!ace" who could sense if you're not in the mood (even through chat) and ask what's wrong out of nowhere. he'd be willing to listen and – let's be honest, he's good at giving out advice because he doesn't sugarcoat unless he needs to. he'd go straight to the point and make sure you're back to your usual self again. at this point, quality time is his love language and he'd tug you around town to keep your mind off of whatever's bugging you.

"best friend!ace" who has a reputation with you as an 'old married couple' with how much you two bicker back and forth. your friends would be laughing and teasing you both each time you 'argue' and how they'd go "there they go again" or "i just left for a second and you both are fighting again". he enjoys it so much he couldn't last a day without seeing a scowl on your face. when he leaves his group of friends he'd say "i'm off to piss off y/n."

"best friend!ace" who'd really annoy you to the point that, while you're in something like a symposium and you fell asleep, he'd shake you so aggressively with a false panicked voice. of course, you'd wake up so abruptly that you'd get so pissed you start attacking him and he's just laughing. the moment you give him a cold shoulder he's already pouting and saying he's sorry while poking your sides.

"best friend!ace" who'd also grab your shoes out of nowhere or any of your stuff to annoy you as well.

"best friend!ace" who, in the end, is still protective of you when needed. got hit on the head by a basketball by he's team mate? he's calling them out and throwing the ball back at them twice as hard before rubbing your head despite saying you're fine. he'd also glare and call out people who's staring if ever you're wearing shorts or something. he's willing to give his jacket too if you need it.

the question is, does he like you as a friend or more than that? you will never know the tricks up ace trappola's sleeves.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola x reader #heartslabyul #heartslabyul x reader #twisted wonderland scenarios #ANOTHER DUMP AT THE RAW MORNING OF 2 AM #I HAVE A QUIZ TOMORROW FFS BUT HEAD EMPTY ONLY ACE #yes these all happened to me help #i'm literally kicking my feet rn

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marvelsswansong · 2 years

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deja vu

summary: As Steve drives around Hawkins, he's haunted by the break up and the sight of you dating Eddie Munson, doing all the things you and him used to do. Steve still gets deja vu.

tags: ex!Steve x fem!reader, current Eddie x fem!reader, jealous & sad Steve, soft and protective Eddie, equal parts angst & fluff, song fic (love u miss Olivia), one OC named Ethel, oneshot, ngl my fave/best thing I've ever written

☆ word count: 5.2K+ ☆

a/n: this fic idea came to me as I was falling asleep and I GRABBED my phone aggressively and put it into my notes. I'm super super proud of how this turned out and can only hope you readers enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞. ⚠️

Steve doesn’t know where he’s driving to as he hops into his maroon BMW, his feet pressing on the gas pedal as he swerves onto the empty road. It’s a sleepy Tuesday afternoon. It’s also the first week of spring break, meaning half of the people in the town have left for vacation - lakeside houses in Iowa, hiking in Oregon, visiting family down in Texas - and the small town of Hawkins feels even smaller. There’s barely any vehicles passing by him as he enters the main road, his eyes staring at the blinking orange light ahead with no particular emotion.

It’s the 15th. He vaguely remembers Robin inviting him to the arcade at five pm, but it’s not even noon. Deciding he’d best just drive around to kill some time, he takes a random left turn, only slowing down when he sees your car in the parking lot of the new ice cream store in town. The sight causes a harsh tug at his heartstrings - he hasn’t seen you since… since the breakup. And before he can talk himself out of it, he’s pulling into the back spot of the half-empty lot and rolling down his windows to look into the store.

You’re sitting by the window, your legs swinging off of the high stools, your manicured nails tapping lightly against the marble countertop. You look good - scratch that, he thinks. You’ve never not looked good. But it’s a stark contrast to how he last saw you: teary eyed, heaving chest, trembling breaths. Now your face has its usual vibrance back, your skirt perfectly ironed and your floral blouse unbuttoned just a few buttons from the top. Then someone’s arm wraps around your shoulder and you look up at the new figure, a dazzling smile appearing on your lips.

Steve’s stomach drops when he recognizes the face. Eddie Munson. The tall metalhead sits right next to you, feeding you spoonfuls of strawberry ice cream as your glossy lips part and take in each sweet bite. Eddie makes a joke and you laugh, and Steve thinks back to his days at Scoops Ahoy.

“Are you sure you aren’t breaking the rules by giving me free ice cream every time I visit?” you teased, leaning your head against the counter as Steve adjusted his uniform. You waved at Robin at the back, who gave you a quick smile before returning to her inventory work, as he shrugged and pecked you on the lips quickly.

“Oh no, I’m definitely breaking the rules by giving you free ice cream every time you swing by.”

Your eyebrows raised and you let out a shocked gasp.

“You’re breaking the rules for me? Careful, Harrington, I’m not too sure what my visitation rights would be if you land in jail.”

Steve rolled his eyes at your antics, but he didn't mean it. It was playful, it was fun, and besides, he couldn't really focus on anything else whilst you stood there waiting so pretty for him: wearing that green marbled dress he’s begged you to wear again since last Christmas. He quickly looked around the store - the only other people aside him, Robin and you were a couple who had already been served fifteen minutes ago - and motioned for you to sit down on a nearby chair, before sitting down across from you with a cup in hand.

“We got this in yesterday. Try it, it’s a new flavor.” Steve gestured to the cup, raising a plastic spoon to your lips, but it was a bit hard to reach across the small circular table so you had to stand up to accept it. You hummed in delight, your tongue flicking towards the edge of your mouth.

“It’s really nice. Something like… strawberry and rum, maybe?”

Steve motioned for you to stand up agaain and you complied, confused, letting out a surprised laugh when Steve then yanked you onto his lap, insisting that this was the easiest way to feed you ice cream. You tried to break out of his grasp but his hold was too strong, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other already reaching to feed you another spoonful, so you decided to accept defeat and relax.

“Don’t you wanna try some, babe?” you teased, looking down at him. Instead of reaching for another spoonful, Steve opted to pull you down for a bruising kiss, his tongue teasing your lower lip. It was an excuse to get the ‘full flavor’ and he’s smacking his lips when you two pull apart with a giggle.

“You’re right, this is good.”

“Told you.”

The memory doesn’t last long when he hears the chiming bell of the store ring out, indicating that someone has just left. It’s you and Eddie, Eddie tugging you towards the roof of your car before you sit down on it, your lips still sticky and messy from the dessert. Steve can’t hear what you two are talking about from this distance, but he sees in his rearview mirror as Eddie pulls you down to kiss you, causing you to bat at his chest lightly and laugh. The sight practically mirrors you and Steve just months ago and that realization makes him sick to his stomach, and Steve’s more than glad when you two speed away in your car to god knows where.

Steve shakes his head sideways, trying to talk some sense into himself. He’s being crazy. He’s being paranoid. He’s being jealous for no reason.

It’s spring break. There’s no way he’ll run into the two of you again.

Right?

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The new Starcourt Mall is nice. Even nicer than the original version, Steve duly notes, and most of the shops have been replaced with new ones. Steve doesn’t recognize most of the new shops that have opened. Lots of chic clothing stores. A homeware store where the barber’s used to be. A bakery where the nail salon was.

Steve stops walking, lowering his sunglasses when he finally recognizes one of the stores. The vintage bookstore, one that you absolutely adored and dragged Steve to whenever his shift ended so you could see what new arrivals there were. The store’s owner, a sweet seventy year old woman named Ethel, absolutely adored you and gave you discounts whenever you swung by. Steve remembered how much he used to hate it whenever you wanted to go book shopping (he loved being around you, of course, but you tended to take forever to decide on a book). But now he wished nothing more to be in there with you, nodding half-heartedly as you talked his ear off about the genius of John Steinbeck.

It’s nostalgia that then draws him into the store, the smell of leather bound books and chamomile scented candles filling the air, as Steve walks into the newly refurbished outlet. Ethel spots him immediately, waving him down empathetically and crushing him with a hug. He chuckles at her enthusiasm as she pulls away, gesturing to his ‘bad boy’ outfit (leather jacket, white shirt, levi jeans).

“My, my, Steve Harrington! Look at you, young man. Looking dapper than ever. If only I was fifty years younger and still spry, I’d be real sweet on you.” she jokes, her southern drawl making the compliment even more sweet. Steve smiles, genuinely, for what feels like the first time in months.

“Aw, and here I was thinking you were already real sweet on me.” Steve pouts, causing Ethel to laugh.

“It’s really good to see you, Steve. Haven’t seen you around for a while, how’s (Y/n)?” she asks casually, and it’s clear she means absolutely no harm. But the mention of your name feels like a stab in his chest, his stomach twisting in anxiety and fear as he struggles to think of an appropriate response.

“She’s… good.” he decides to settle at that. “I haven’t seen her around so much either. We, uh… broke things off.”

Her expression twists into one of sympathy.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Steve. But things always work out for the best, so try not to dwell on it too much. Now if you’ll excuse me, I got some work to do.”

Her eyes trail off to a customer at the back waving for the woman’s attention, and with another light squeeze of his hand, she’s off towards the back of the store, leaving Steve alone in thought. Do things really work out for the best? Had the break up been for the best in the first place?

Steve decides it doesn’t matter. He hasn’t taken the time to properly think about how things ended - he’s told himself that in a world filled with death, supernatural entities and cold missing persons cases, he’s got too much on his mind to think about frivolous things like break ups. But he knows deep down that’s an excuse. It wasn’t frivolous, you were far from that.

“Are you sure you’ll be interested?” your voice rings out from the entrance, causing Steve’s eyes to widen in fear before he randomly picks up the thickest book he can find to cover his face. Eddie’s chuckle is unmistakable as Steve moves towards the corner of the room, hiding himself between the cards and magazines section, lowering his book ever so slightly to gaze at the sight of Eddie lacing his fingers with yours.

“I swear on my life princess that if it’s a book you pick out, I’ll finish it.”

Steve feels like a total creep, watching the two of you stroll through the endless aisles of books, but he can’t help it. Eddie’s fingers are linked with yours the exact same way he used to hold your hand, and when you ask Eddie to pull down a book from the top shelf, with Eddie lightly brushing you to the side before climbing up the ladder and presenting you the book with an exaggerated bow, Steve’s taken back to Valentine’s Day of last year.

“I love you but I also can’t believe your idea of a perfect date is a bookstore.” Steve grumbled, looking up at the wooden ceiling in boredom. You knocked your shoulders with his, a playful smile on your face as you placed your hand within his.

“Come on, Steve! You promised we could go anywhere I wanted. And I heard that the new Stephen King novel is in this week.”

Steve tore his gaze away from the endless rows of books and onto your face, full of hope and joy. His resolve softened then and there - it was almost impossible to say no to you, not when you gazed at him with those doe eyes and pouted your lower lip forward, teasing him. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, he mumbled a quiet “fine” before letting you drag him from aisle to aisle, carrying a stack of books as you would stop, compare a few, place one into his arms, and continue shopping.

“I thought we were just here for the Stephen King book.” Steve complained, his arms feeling sore from the weight of the books as he placed them down onto a nearby table. You sighed, crossing your arms.

“We are! I’m just trying to find where they could be.” you complained, feeling as if you’d already looked around the whole store. Then, Steve saw it: a bright red sign and a poster advertising the new arrivals, with a row of the new Stephen King books adorning the top shelf.

“Stay here for a second.” he commanded before slipping away.

“What? Steve, what are you-”

Steve brushed you lightly to the side before gripping the railings of the wooden ladder, carefully extending upwards to get the novel. The ladder wobbled slightly and you were quick to stabilize it, looking up at him with such genuine worry it made his heart melt. As Steve hopped off the final step, he placed the book into your hands, a smirk adorning his face.

“Ta da.”

You gazed at the cover with marvel before eagerly kissing him, your lips tasting of peaches.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever! I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Steve placed a hand onto your back before pulling you in close, his gaze lowering down to where your cocktail dress ended.

“I can think of a few ways you could make it up to me.”

But back in the present, you’re not kissing him. You’re not even the one he’s holding hands with as you’re too busy doting on Eddie, brushing stray hairs out of his eyes as the two of you wait in line. Steve zones out the excited conversation you have with Ethel at the counter as you gesture to Eddie, introducing your new boyfriend to her. It dawns on him that there’s a chance Ethel will point him out in the crowd and mention that he's also here, which makes Steve hurriedly drop the book covering his face and run back into his car.

His lungs are burning and the sight of Eddie gazing lovingly at your figure keeps repeating in his head, Steve's knuckles turning white with the force with which he squeezes the steering wheel. Tires screeching, he makes a bee-line for his house, ready to get away from it all.

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Turns out, however, Steve can’t run away from you. There's not a single goddamn place in this town that he doesn’t see a remnant of you in, where your touch and scent doesn’t linger and burn his skin. He goes to the community pool and remembers how you’d push him into the cold waters while giggling, water droplets dotting your perfect skin as you smile mischievously at him from above. He tags along for movie night with Jonathan, Nancy and Robin at the cinema, only to be reminded of how you’d insist on splitting the sweet and salty mix popcorn, and your habit of clutching onto his upper arm whenever the film got a bit too scary. It’s made even worse when Steve realizes even the fucking outdoors - surrounded by endless greenery and clear waters - are tainted with memories of you.

“You know, just because you’re graduating this year doesn’t mean you should be skipping class.” you drawled, sipping on the glass of orange juice laid out on the picnic mat. “I managed to get my parents to call me in as sick today because I aced my calculus exam, but you’ve got no such excuse.”

Steve rolled his eyes at your comment, discarding the button up shirt he was wearing before turning around to admire you in the sunlight. School was drawing to a close and summertime in Hawkins had finally arrived, the temperature always a pleasant mid-twenties and the sun shining brighter than ever. You were staring at his shirtless chest unabashedly, a polka dot dress thrown over your body, your face shielded from the sun thanks to the straw brimmed hat you’d brought along to the picnic.

“What are they going to do, expel me? It’s the final week of school and I’m Steve ‘King’ Harrington, they’re not going to do shit.”

His obnoxious confidence made you sigh, your left hand extending to pop a grape into your mouth.

“If only they knew how you’re more like a brat than a king.” you teased, the summer wind tickling your face as Steve gasped in mock horror.

“You wound me, babe. Is this how you should treat your loving boyfriend who is skipping class to provide you with a first class picnic?” he questioned, causing you to grin.

“You’re right, I’m very sorry.” you whispered, climbing onto his lap and kissing his face. Your skin was warm, thanks to the sun kissing your bare skin. All he could hear was your lips melding against his, and the distant flowing of the river behind, the sun reflecting off the placid waters in small twinkles. Everything was pefect and Steve was utterly, purely intoxicated with you.

“I love you so goddamn much.” he confessed, breathless.

He meant it. Every word. Enough to scream it off the Grand Canyon. Your smile was just as genuine.

“I love you too.”

So Steve can’t help but ask about how you’re doing when he’s driving Dustin back from a Hellfire Club session, trying to come off as disinterested and casual about it as possible. The question makes the young boy’s expression sour, before he looks up at the older boy with a weirded out look.

“Why are you asking me about how your ex girlfriend is doing?”

Steve shrugs, attempting to keep as neutral of an expression on his face as he can manage.

“Just curious. Heard that she’s with Eddie Munson, the leader of the Hellfire Club or whatever those game sessions are that you keep attending.”

At the mention of Eddie, Dustin’s eyes light up, and jealousy pierces his heart again. Damn it, was he going to have to compete with Eddie again, this time for Dustin's attention?

“Oh yeah! Eddie’s super cool, you’d like him I think. Yeah, they’re together but she doesn’t come around much. Once in a while she’ll drop in, usually with cookies or food for the group. She makes the best chocolate chip cookies.”

Steve knows that already, and the thought just makes him feel more nauseous.

“Is she… happy with him?” he hesitantly asks.

If Dustin recognizes what Steve is trying to pry into, he doesn’t mention it, simply nodding along.

“Definitely. They’re so in love it’s like, kind of gross. She sits on his lap and watches the game and it’s cute but also makes finishing the session harder because Eddie gets distracted by her playing with his hair or kissing his neck.”

The force with which Steve stops the car makes Dustin double over, caught from falling completely forwards by his seat belt.

“Dude, what the hell!” he exclaims, placing a hand on his chest. But Steve doesn’t care, his mind is racing with the thoughts of when you and him would babysit the kids: Max, Will, Eleven, Lucas, Mike, Dustin, Erica… And you’d be sat on his lap, playing with HIS hair and kissing HIS neck, whilst Steve attempts to watch over the kids get a restful night’s sleep.

“Sorry. Uh. Red light.” is all Steve can offer in response, before hurriedly driving to the Henderson household.

He knows where he’s going afterwards.

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It’s dark when he pulls up to your apartment. You’ve done really well for yourself, Steve thinks, managing living alone whilst your father works overseas and your mother takes up extra shifts in her uptown office in New York. Despite only being a senior, you’re miles ahead in maturity and intelligence compared to your peers - it was and still is, one of the many things Steve Harrington admires about you. Your perseverance, your resilience, your independence. You don’t need anyone, you’re self sufficient and reliable.

There’s a light in your bedroom despite the ungodly time of the night. One am on a Sunday. After driving Dustin back home, Steve had chickened out and locked himself in his room, agonizing over the decision to drive up to your house and say hello. What would he even say? What would your expression look like? Would you hug him and say hello, or would you scream and kick him out before he even got his foot inside the door?

His mouth tastes sour as he now stares blankly at your front door, oak and painted baby blue, as he remembers the last time he was here.

It was pouring rain. Steve kept calling your name, asking you to get back into his car to talk, but you weren’t having any of it.

“Baby, please, let me explain-” Steve desperately called out, his hands attempting to grab your wrist and pull you against him. But you shrugged off his hold, your eyes flaring with unbridled anger as you spun on your heels to look at him.

“There's nothing to explain, Steve. I saw what I saw. And what I saw was some random cheerleader kissing you."

His throat felt dry, his skin burning despite the constant downpour raining from above.

“I didn't know she was going to kiss me, I swear! A-and I pushed her off-" Steve started to explain, but you weren't having any of it.

"But you hesitated." your voice broke as you spoke, which in turn broke his heart. "I saw you, Steve. It took you a couple seconds to push her away."

Steve's mind spun with an array of emotions, his thoughts a jumbled mess as he tried to spin a sentence together.

"I-I know, but-"

"Why didn't you push her off right away, Steve? Answer, you coward." you pressed.

The sound of rain furiously hitting the pavement was the only sound filling the silence, Steve's breaths coming out in harsh pants as he cursed under his breath and squeezed his hands by his side. He could feel the guilt crashing down onto him all at once, an endless pit forming in his stomach.

"She reminded me of Nancy." was all he could offer, the confession shooting straight through your heart. The heartbroken look on your face - one devoid of anger or shame, nothing but pure heartbreak - would haunt Steve's dreams for weeks to come, as you slowly hung your head.

"But she doesn't mean anything to me! I was just, uh, lonely and I was drunk and you've been in New York for so long-" Steve continued, only to be cut off once more.

“Oh, so this is all my fault?" you angrily questioned, screaming at his face.

“No, no! I’m not saying any of that, I just-” he tried to explain again, but you weren’t moved at all by his pleading tone and desperate gaze. Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you instead let out a dark laugh, hopeless and dejected, before looking back up at him.

“You know I can’t help it that I can’t always be around you. We’re in different grades. My parents are outside of Hawkins most of the time. You knew I had to be in New York with my mom for a week. You know that Nancy is with Jonathan now and that I'm nothing like her. So why-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as tears began to pour from your eyes, your voice wavering in the wind. “Why am I not good enough for you?”

That sentence broke his heart all over again. There were a million things he wanted to tell you then and there - it wasn’t your fault. He was scared about what he was going to do after high school. He was scared thinking about what you would do after you graduated, you seemed too successful and above it all to stay here with him. He was scared about finding his identity, a life outside of the bubble of Hawkins High where he was the king.

He felt like he couldn’t talk about it with anyone. Then whilst attending the end of the year party, a pretty cheerleader came along who looked a lot like Nancy and began flirting with him. You’d missed his calls and he was drunk. She touched his face, laughed at his jokes, built up his ego. It registered in the far back of his hazy mind that she was probably flirting with him, but he liked the attention. Then she'd kissed him, and Steve's mind was slow to push her off, his mind swimming with thoughts of his first love. Back when life was simpler, back when things were much simpler.

He didn't miss Nancy romantically - not really. But he missed the time of his life that she reminded him of.

But then your face appeared in his mind and he shoved the cheerleader off, apologized, said it was a mistake, only to get up to see you standing by the entrance. You'd come back early from New York to suprise your boyfriend, only to see him being kissed by another girl. You ran out before he could catch up to you, your car speeding away from him.

He took a cab to your place but you weren’t home. You’d disappeared into the night, and he’d just only managed to catch you now, a week after the incident, by coaxing you into letting him take you home on a very rainy day when you had no umbrella.

“You’re perfect, (Y/n) (L/n), this wasn’t your fault at all. I’m the fucking idiot, I swear I can explain, I never meant to hurt you. She doesn't even mean anything to me, please, please give me another chance-” Steve's hand reached out to grab yours but you dropped it immediately, pulling up the ends of your cardigan. You were shivering from the cold but your gaze was determined, your jaw clenched as you stared into his eyes.

“I hate you, Steve Harrington. Don’t ever talk to me again.”

And that was that.

The sound of a window opening caught his attention in the present and you were seen climbing out of your bedroom window with a blanket, before scooting over to make space for someone else. Eddie joined you quickly afterwards, balancing a cup of tea in his hands, before pulling you right up against him and covering the two of you with a blanket. The sight made Steve sad - he knew how much you loved to sit on your rooftop and gaze at the stars.

The sad smile on his face faded when your gaze fell onto the street below, your eyes narrowing in on the familiar sight of Steve’s car before your blood ran cold. Recognizing the sudden shift in your mood, Eddie straightened up his back, asking if you were okay.

“I… Steve…” you trailed off, lost for words.

“Steve? As in, your ex Steve Harrington? Where?” Eddie nearly shouts, putting down the cup of tea on the windowsill behind him whilst looking around. His eyes fall onto the BMW with Steve sitting awkwardly in the driver’s seat, waving at them from the ground.

“What does he want?” your boyfriend growls, knowing how much you're still wounded by Steve's actions. You shrug, a million thoughts racing in your mind, before you decide to stand up and climb back into your bedroom.

“Are you going to talk to him, princess?” he questions.

“I… I mean, I haven’t seen him in three months. And he’s driven all the way here so… why not, I guess.” you anxiously rub your left arm, and Eddie’s quick to embrace you in a hug and look down at you with a protective gaze.

“You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to, princess. I can tell him to piss off whilst you stay up here looking pretty.”

His gesture makes you smile, but you wave his suggestion off.

“No, no… I …. I want to know what he has to say.”

Eddie sighs, clearly displeased.

“Fine. But I’m coming down with you just in case he gets weird.”

Steve’s breath hitches in his throat when he finally takes in your appearance from up close. Your hair is still styled the same. Your nails are painted pastel pink, matching your pink skirt, but this time you’re wearing a Hellfire Club shirt on top. Your fuzzy socks are awkwardly shifting against the wooden floor as you swing the door open, a cautious look in your eyes.

“Hi Steve.” you breathe out, unsure of what else to say. The tension in the air is suffocating, and Steve can barely manage a hello back.

“Hi (Y/n).”

“HI STEVE!” Eddie obnoxiously yells from the back of the living room, making sure that your ex boyfriend knows he’s also here. You sigh at his antics, a small smile gracing your face.

“Eddie’s here, but you already knew that, probably.”

“Yeah I did.”

Both of you are silent for a few moments, the only sounds in the night being the sound of wind blowing through the trees, before Steve awkwardly coughs and tries to speak.

“So I uh… wanted to speak to you about… us.”

“Okay.” you respond, leaning against the door frame. Shit, what was he thinking? What was he even going to say?

“I wanted to say that I…. I miss you.” Steve starts off slowly.

You blink at him a couple of times, completely taken back. That was not at all what you expected him to say.

“You… miss me?” you repeat, dumbfounded.

“I do. Wholeheartedly. I was a fucking idiot for letting you go, (Y/n). That day we broke up, I should’ve camped outside of your house to tell you the whole story. I didn’t kiss that cheerleader because you weren't enough. No, it was the complete opposite. I was insecure and anxious and jealous because I knew I could never match up to you.”

His admission makes your expression soften, urging him to further explain himself.

“You’re this… brilliant, amazing, beautiful woman with her whole life ahead of her. And I was afraid of whether or not I could continue to keep you when you’d graduate soon after me and have all these options in front of you. I didn’t want people to think I was weak or that I needed Hawkins High to make me feel like someone so I didn’t tell anyone, including you. Yeah, that girl looked like Nancy, but I wasn't attracted to her for her looks. She just made me nostalgic of the times back when I was with her, in high school, and life just made more sense. And that was a mistake for me to not be honest with you about that. But no mistake could ever compare to me kissing another girl and hurting you. You didn’t ever deserve it and I am a complete asshole for that. I am so, so, so sorry.”

You’re silent for a few moments, and Steve’s heart thunders in anticipation.

“Thank you for the explanation. And the apology.” you respond sincerely. Steve then takes one step forward, which makes Eddie tense up from the back.

“And I miss you. I miss you so terribly. There isn’t a single damn place in this fucking town I can visit without thinking of you. I miss being able to call you mine, to hold your hand, to fall asleep with you on top of me. I… I really screwed up, babe.” Steve admits, and that makes Eddie spring into action - quickly pushing you behind him before staring down at Steve with a murderous look.

“Listen, Harrington. You said your apologies and she forgave you. Don’t overstep any boundaries."

The tension between the two men is only broken when you tug on Eddie’s shirt, silently telling him with your gaze that you were fine and that you could handle it. Appearing back in front of Steve, you don’t protest when Eddie’s arm wraps around your waist from the back, protectively keeping you close to him.

“Steve… I’m really grateful that you showed up to explain yourself and apologize. And that you’re opening up, which I know sometimes is a bit hard for you."

He nods. He knows what you're about to say next, but it doesn't hurt any less when you respond.

“But I don’t feel the same way. I’m with Eddie now and he makes me really happy. So if you really care about me, you’ll let that be. And maybe we can be friends or something, but… I can’t be your girlfriend.”

The admission hits him heavy, but he knows it’s the truth. You’re being more than kind to him right now and he knows he’s being unfair, pleading for your love whilst you’re already in a happy relationship.

“Harsh but fair. Classic (Y/n).” Steve replies, forcing himself to nod with a watery smile on his lips.

You return the smile as Steve sighs, shoving his hands inside of his jean pockets.

“Friends is fine with me. Robin’s been getting on my ass recently anyways because she hasn’t been able to watch bad horror movies with you for a while.” Steve jokes.

“Tell her I’d love to swing by Family Video any time.” you tease, punching him lightly in the shoulder. Steve chuckles lowly.

“I will.”

Steve then slips back into his car, watching you and Eddie disappear back into your house from the rearview mirror. The urge to drink is palpable and Steve decides to make a stop at a nearby gas station, buying a beer brand he’s never even heard of.

As he’s drinking the can, leaning against his car whilst staring at the night sky, he wonders if he’ll ever stop getting deja vu.

-> a/n: I'm sorry, Steve Harrington. I really did him dirty in this fic ik (i love him but I needed the story to flow a certain way, you know). Anyways. I hope you all enjoyed it! Please let me know if you did by commenting/liking/reblogging, it lets me know that I should write more!

❤️ Drink water, nourish your body and be kind to yourself today ❤️

#steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x you #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x y/n #eddie munson x y/n #steve harrington oneshot #eddie munson oneshot #1k

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Your last 666 series installment is the best thing that happened to me. Its full of gore, somehow fluffy and wait-.. do I finally see some FRICKING COMUNICATION between the two idiots!?!?!

Ngl, Vox's 'Alastor not being able to love' statement hurt my soul. Your writing is brilliant and and let's just see what ending ya wro-..O MA LORD IS THAT VAL'S LOVE POTION!?!?!?!?

Now I need to know what's next!!!! And VOX I SWEAR IF U USE THIS SITUATION IN ANY WAY IM GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE.

This series is a blast♡ love it!♡ makes me weirdly passionate and excited hah!

Some communication, and some communication failure, hahaha. They're going to be talking a lot more in the next one, actually, because I meant to write some NSFW and they had to go and attempt a healthy conversation instead. What can you do.

Thank you so much, I'm delighted that you're enjoying! :D

And: Way more anon asks about the latest 666 getting answered under the cut! <3 I combined a bunch from the last couple of days.

prince, I'm going insane over the latest fic. so we know from Alastor's inner monologue that he knows the roofie was an accident, but considering the super stressful situation, the fact that Vox was the one to ask for a kiss and the fact that Alastor accused him of wanting instead of loving him not a few minutes ago…. makes me wonder if Vox might not be at least a little worred that Alastor might think it was on purpose <3 gonna be rotating this in my head for the foreseeable future - ✨

I am so glad that these things are on y'all's minds, hahaha. Because you can bet they are on mine. >:D And THANK YOU, very pleased to be dragging everyone down into insanity with me.

“Should I stitch together the scars your teeth left in me in a mirror of my own signature on your body.” Fucking. POETRY. 🐈‍⬛

I am always so happy when I write shit like this and instead of everyone pointing at me and going, "Look, what an EDGELORD!" the response is you people being VERY nice and leaning into the feelsy fun! 💛

holy moly ??? i love the new 666 addition aaaah 😭🙏 the trials and tribulations of feeling scorned and ghosted by a loser who confessed his love to you and the next time you see him he’s holding your LITERAL heart in his hands by alastor ! OMFG this was too good esp the part where vox is like “bro why do YOU CARE ?? i thought you didn’t love me huh?” and alastor is like well. maybe i.do. 😐 LIKE CMONN this really played out like some soap drama and i loved the neat details on resuscitative thoroctomy (learned a new word too so double bonus) the fact vel was on the line w her and val’s apparent surgeon for val’a little ‘incidents ??? GOLDEN I SAYY hope we see more of ur oc … 🫣🫣 btw ofc vox would love to an end an argument with a kiss OF FUCKING COURSE HE WOULD 😭 thank u sm for this chapter princeliest my dear <3 hope life is treating u well too !! -🦌

Vox is ahead of Alastor in terms of effective in-the-moment conflict resolution, but goddamn if he isn't fucked up in his own fun little ways. They're so not done with most of these issues, but at least they're on they're way to maybe be able to have a real conversation about them!

You know. If they chose to do that kind thing. Instead of whatever they will probably do instead.

Anyway, THANK YOU!! I had a great deal of fun writing this chapter and digging into some of the issues that have been slowly collecting underneath the surface of kinky radiostatic, so I'm happy you guys are enjoying as well!! :D

AS FOR MY OC... I WILL POST ABOUT THEM SOON. I LOVE THEM A LOT AND IT EXCITES ME THAT PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW MORE OF THEM. Tysm for asking Q^Q

Just read the new addition to the 666 verse, and inside of me are two wolves: The first is saying: Immaculate, artistry of the highest form. We finally get Alastor’s own confrontation with his vulnerability and him trying to figure out what exactly the relationship with Vox means to him. Cannot wait for how this all is going to develop. The other part of me: THE BREADCRUMBS WORKED THE MUSE IS WRITING!!! Followed by this image (since tumblr won’t let me attach it while being anonymous) https://i.redd.it/hx2shk642vs71.jpg -🕊️

LMAO THAT PIC. Amazing, flawless, thank you. The breadcrumbs DEFINITELY worked, please keep feeding. Digging into Alastor's shit is bringing me life and I'm happy to share it, hahaha. We're swinging even harder on the introspection in the next one!

As a sucker for medical gore and aroace angst, I lack the words to express my love and appreciation for your most recent installment of 666, but your writing of radiostatic's dynamic was captivating and proved to be such a lovely read as always! I loved that you touched on Alastor's relationships with the women around him as that has always been such an interesting aspect of his character to me! I never really put much thought into how Vox's apparent avoidance of Alastor in the show could mirror Alastor's disappearance, and now it will Not leave my mind. My heart hurts for these two dorks, super looking forward to chapter 2!

"Medical gore and aroace angst" should be the title of my memoir. Honestly, this series has ended up a lot more edgy-bloody than I expected it to, since I usually tend to prefer to portray my whump/angst/violence/etc in a much more roundabout way, but it's actually kinda tipped over into, like... part of the point is how banal it is, how beside the point. The upsetting heavy-hitting bits aren't the blood, they're everything else that goes on around it. Anyway, thank you so much! <3 I think your heart will find some relief in chapter two, haha, I hope you enjoy!!

Meanwhile alastor, completely convinced that there’s no situation where vox actually loves him and is happy with the way things are—either vox wants more and is going to start asking for more, or he doesn’t actually love him and just wants to have sex with him and thus either way he is a Liar. They’re so fucking bad at this. No one is capable of being the adult here. I think they need an auspitice.

It's really funny that you said that, because that is kind of exactly the role that [spoiler] ends up playing, though in a more roundabout way, hahaha. They certainly need someone to, like, get them to be having the same conversation with each other instead of two parallel ones. I think the fun thing about writing Alastor reacting to his own feelings is just how much his reaction can change based on how things are framed for him, and it leaves a lot of wiggle room for how differently I've ended up writing him reacting to the season 1 finale in 666 vs in Happily Ever After, and Other Shit Nepotism Can't Buy.

But, god, you really nailed the description of what Alastor is feeling. <3

Vox in the latest 666, my ENTIRE HEART. Literally nothing about how he read the situation was a bad take or a leap to conclusions, but alastor constantly says the opposite of what he means and refuses to admit vulnerability or friendship and what the hell else was vox meant to do with that, of course he backed off, they need to have this talk so badly

YES, PRECISELY! Like, I hope it came through that really neither of them was completely crazy to react the way they did! It's a result of how much of their communication has been nonverbal, implied, and talking around things - they'd been doing so well up until this point, but there's only so far that can take you before you start thinking that you're on the same page when really you're reading two completely different books! Thank you sm! <3

‘But I am capable,” Alastor says gently. “I love you very much.” Vox gapes up at him. “...I. Fuck you.” His voice is tight, strained. “I don’t fucking believe you.” Alastor feels his smile thin. “Well. That’s just dandy, then, isn’t it?”’ I AM NOT OK GOING FUCKING FERAL

Probably one of my favorite lines to write, ehehehe. THANK YOU ANONNNN <3 It's kinda interesting to see how differently some people read this. Some folks thought Alastor was saying it to hurt Vox (which is how Vox read it). Some folks thought it was true (how Alastor intended it). Some folks thought Alastor was trying to fit into the mold that he thought Vox wanted from him (how I intended it). All of them make sense as readings! >:)

#ask #personal #Anonymous #black cat anon #sparkle anon #deer anon #dove anon #t #long post #tumblr if you break the cut on this one I'm gonna fuckin cry #answering 9 asks in one post here

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theflagscene · 2 months

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Wait! How!? When!? Where!? How is White suddenly there!? How did Tee meet White!? You can’t just play upbeat music and have the boys running around to show the passage of time and not explain how the fucking villain of the story got the most adorably innocent lil princess boyfriend on the planet!

Phee, bringing Jin on a date to the same place you and Non liked to go is just weird. I hate people who use the same ‘date’ spots for their new partners that they used with their past partners and no, this isn’t me projecting, why do you ask!? Lmao 😂 shut up it’s still tacky af

‘Friend’ the dreaded word.

What is with the ass slapping and window sex!? I mean, I get that they’re supposed to 18 year old boys, who are by definition perverted, but that was some porn level shit. Also, again, no prep. Phee wasn’t even the one blown so it’s not like they were even using spit for lube, or an already lubed condom. What is this, another ABO show? Just having the dudes slick and sliding all over one another apparently.

Ta’s got a decent ass at least, good for him.

“Did you cheat on my brother?” Nah, pretty sure they broke up when Phee saw him being raw dogged by the teacher and then told him to go die, but whatever helps you sleep at night Tan.

“Don’t fall in love with him.” Yeah, I think it’s too late for that.

Oh, mom is not looking so great. Hmm, something tells me that video isn’t real. Mom knows what’s up, it’s finally hit her, her baby’s dead. The actress did a fantastic job of a mother realizing the truth of the death of her child, it’s a startling realization that does take your legs out from under you. Your mind blanks, you can’t think about anything but the last time you saw them, the last terrible thing you said, all you can do is try not to scream. - That got a little too dark and real, sorry.

news.boc.com Cute BoC, very cute.

How long were Phee and Jin supposed to have been fucking by now? Weeks? Months? Because Jin has gotten very emotionally invested very quickly, which is appropriate for teenagers I suppose.

Two years, so they’d be in their what, second year of uni? Tan has gone full mad scientist I see.

Wait, he called to tell Tan that his mom was dead and it was her funeral that day and he just showed tf up! When his dad thought he was still in England!? Lmao, that’s fricking hilarious. I know, I know, wrong reaction to this scene but I’m weird, what can I say.

Oops, bye bye daddy. No wonder Tan is so fucking nuts! That would drive anyone insane. He literally needs Non to be alive otherwise he’s lost everything for nothing.

Is Tan his own guinea pig for his drugs!? Jesus dude, get some help.

Question, were Phee and Jin fucking during their time at university too? Or are you telling me all this ‘I love him’ crap was from one night of decent dick and a few ‘best friend dates’? Like the math ain’t mathing, establish a better timeline here for me when it comes to their relationship because in the first episode it made it seem like they were screwing around for a really long time, months at the very least. But now it seems like they fucked around a couple times in one 12 hour period, Jin decided that was enough to wanna date, caught Phee in a mood because of the fake news report and then they just… what? Kept fucking? Stopped? Jin carried a torch for him for over two years after one night together? Acted like a scorned lover for years because of a single teenaged tryst? Not to be that guy, but girl, you’re coming off a little desperate. I need a more accurate timeline!!!

“This won’t kill them.” Tan, could you try and be a tad more convincing when saying that?

That was a fantastic look from Tan to end on, ngl. Although someone needs to save baby White!

Next episode, we’re back in the present for the most part it seems. Jin somehow still trusts Phee, Fluke somehow gets the gun back and oh look, he holds White hostage, poor bb did nothing, leave him alone! And Tee clearly does know what happened to both Non and Keng as he runs up onto the roof where his uncle is to see the pair… unconscious? Dead? One of each?

I want some backstory about how White fits into all of this next time as well, that would be great. Although considering how little the timeline of events during grade 12 are fully explained, I doubt knowing more about White would make very much sense at this point.

#Lynn watches DFF #dff the series #dff spoilers #dead friend forever #pheejin #teewhite

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rainy-bangbeom · 2 years

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The BFB - Part One (m)

“May I introduce ‘The Best Friends with Benefits’ contract, or The BFB for short…”

“The BFB? You’re kidding me, right?…”

“Nah, baby—I’m dead FUCKING serious… get it?”

pairing(s): Fuckboy!Minho x Best Friend!Fem!Reader

genre: Best Friends to FWBs!AU, College!AU, slight Angst, Smut

warnings: Mature language, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use, heavy talks of sex and other lewd subjects, explicit and graphic sexual content (18+), protected sex (please remember to always practice safe and protected sex), riding, LOTS of teasing (Minhoe’s speciality everyone), slight power dynamics, dry humping, nicknames (kitten, baby), dirty talk, very slight degradation (R is called a slut once), slight marking, both R and Min are pretty desperate ngl

word count: 6,6k

synopsis: You and Minho have been best friends since the moment you were practically born but when a party gone wrong ends with an arrangement that complicates the boundaries of friendship, you have to decide whether your relationship is merely one of friends or something more.

previous // next

From the moment you stepped foot on your college campus, you’ve only ever had two goals in mind. First—graduate (obviously), and second—sleep with the hottest, sexiest, most delicious hunk of man to ever graze the earth: Seo Changbin. Now fortunately, you’re on the brink of entering your last semester before commencement, so you have to be doing something right there. But as for banging the yummy quarterback who pretty much everyone with eyes is convinced is half-god… no such luck in that department.

It’s not as if you haven’t tried. You’ve spoken to Changbin a total of three times in the last four years—THREE WHOLE TIMES! The first instance happened in your digital imaging course during the first semester of your sophomore year. You sat a row behind him, and though your final grade probably suffered because of the fact, you spent many delightful lectures admiring the glorious sight of the back of his neck. One day before your professor arrived, Changbin turned around to ask if he could borrow a pencil, which, of course, you acquiesced. He never returned it, but it’s still a step in the right direction.

Your second and third meetings occurred under similar circumstances. During sociology in your junior year, he asked to borrow your textbook to jot down some notes, and you spent the remainder of the time wondering if it’s possible to clone a person with fingerprints and dead skin cells alone. And only a couple months later, you were paired in the same class to work on some boring discussion questions together. Mind you, Changbin wasn’t exactly a hands-on partner—pretty much utilizing the entire period to converse with a couple of sorority sisters—but hey, beggars can’t be choosers when it comes to Mr. Yummy-bin.

“Please tell me you don’t actually refer to Changbin as Mr. Yummy-bin…” You return to reality at Seungmin’s voice, turning just in time to watch your roommate undergo a series of overdramatic gags.

You roll your eyes. “Says the guy who calls his boyfriend Hung-jin.”

“Can’t help my man’s got a big dick.” He shrugs, inhaling another big bite of his sandwich before sending you a pointed glance. “You know, I’m all for women empowerment and spreading those pussy juices because fuck the whole societal hoax of female purity and shit… but are you sure you want to sleep with Changbin of all people? I mean, the guy’s more of a fuckboy than Minho, and that’s saying something.”

“Half the girls in this school all claim they’ve sucked their star quarterback off behind the bleachers at opening game. Just because someone says it, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s true.”

“I don’t know, (Y/N)—wouldn’t you rather go for the linebacker, Chan?” Seungmin offers. “He’s no quarterback, but I heard from a reliable source his arms aren’t the only part of his body that’s the size of a tank…”

Similar to Changbin, you’ve only spoken to Chan a handful of times. He seems like a nice guy, and he’s attractive as all hell, but the thought of fucking him just doesn’t click right—and nothing against Chan, but your va-jay-jay doesn’t get as excited at the thought of his head between your thighs.

“If I’m spreading my pussy juices to anyone, it’s gonna be Mr. Yummy-bin.”

Seungmin groans once again, but makes no further attempt to dissuade your decision. He instead retires to the remainder of his lunch, allowing you to do the same.

You and Seungmin met in your history of photography class back in freshman year. For the first few months, you two had a little frenemies feud going on since you were dating his current boyfriend, Hyunjin at the time. The relationship barely lasted two weeks, especially so when you found out Hyunjin was only using you as a cover to hide his true sexuality from his family, but you, along with Seungmin, have remained good friends throughout your college years, going as far as renting a nice apartment just outside campus before the start of junior year. Sure, you have to flee to Minho's dorm when the love birds decide to get a little freaky, but it beats living in a shoebox.

Speaking of the devil, you notice the devil himself sprinting toward your and Seungmin’s table. Judging by his direction and the stack of books in his arms, he likely came straight from his classic literature class, which, if you know your best friend (and you definitely do), indicates he has some piping hot tea to spill.

“Yeonjun’s hosting an exclusive holiday party this Friday night at the fraternity house.” Minho struggles through puffs and pants, practically throwing his Austen collection into your ketchup while lowering into the seat beside you. “Apparently he paid campus security to look the other way for the night, so everyone’s gonna get absolutely shit-faced… we’re going, right?”

“Hard pass,” Seungmin grumbles with an expression of disgust. “The last time I went to a frat party, someone slipped something into my drink and I woke up on the roof completely naked and covered in honey and feathers.”

Minho shrugs before turning to you with pleading, hopeful eyes.

You raise an eyebrow. “Even if I say no, you’re still gonna go anyway.”

“Yeah, but it’s more fun to know my best friend has my back if I accidentally knock myself out while playing pool.”

“You act as if that never happened before?” Your head throbs at the memory of Minho clubbing himself over the head with a pool cue during Halloween of sophomore year. With the help of one of his friends, Jisung, you managed to transport him back to his building only to find out the idiot had bet his dorm key in a game of strip poker. Therefore, you, by yourself, had to haul Minho to your own dorm as inconspicuously as possible, which is not easy considering your best friend has a tendency to belt out ‘Into the Unknown’ when under the influence.

“Pretty, pretty please?” You groan at the pout that adorns Minho’s face, cursing the universe for blessing the man with a pair of puppy dog eyes that can move a Buddhist monk.

“Fine.” Minho immediately cheers in celebration when the answer leaves your lips. “On the condition you avoid any dumb injuries. I really do not want to be driving your ass to the hospital at one in the morning.”

“Swear on my life I’ll be a saint,” he promises, wrapping his pinky around your already outstretched one. To prove his commitment, Minho goes the extra step to lift your conjoined hands to his lips and press a brief peck to your knuckles. “Besides, this gives you a perfect opportunity to jump Mr. Yummy-bin’s bones.”

“Holy shit—you’re so right,” you gasp, already beginning to ponder your look for this Friday. “Should I go for slutty with some class? Or just full-on hooker?”

After swallowing the remainder of his sandwich, Seungmin shakes his head. “I have nothing to say in this matter.”

“Wear that black lace off-the-shoulder dress and heels,” Minho says. “You can thank me after you get the best fuck of your life.”

For once, you can’t help but be grateful for Minho’s barely functioning brain, already anticipating the party, and getting dicked down by the one and only Seo Changbin.

There’s a saying that if a friendship lasts more than seven years, it will last a lifetime—if that’s true, then you and Lee Minho are in this shit for a millennium.

Your moms were best friends throughout college and moved within a two-minute walking distance of each other after graduation, so your fates were pretty much set in stone the moment you entered this earthly plane. You’ve seen each other through it all—diapers and onesies three sizes too big, training bras and bad acne, that one goth identity crisis both of you agreed to erase from your brains—so it only makes sense you two became as close as two souls sworn to secrecy can be.

Of course, at times Minho can be a little shit, and you want nothing more than to kick him where the sun doesn’t shine, but you’d take a bullet for him in a heartbeat, and while Minho may not be the cuddliest person on the plant, you know he wouldn’t hesitate to suck someone’s dick just to keep you safe (true story, don’t ask…).

With a friendship that’s lasted as long as yours, you and Minho have also undergone your fair share of firsts together. After taking a baseball straight to the face, he was there to admire your first lost baby tooth in all its bloody glory, and you, in turn, were there to carry him, with his knee facing the total opposite direction, to the nurse’s office after a nice spill off of the playground jungle gym. He’s been there to console you through failed tests, brutal break-ups, and everything in between…

Minho’s really been there through it all.

You move your attention away from nostalgic thoughts, instead focusing on the shamelessly flirting pair in the front seat of the car. After much convincing (more so threatening) from your end, you managed to persuade Seungmin to attend the party with his boyfriend. Though right now, you don’t know whether to feel disgusted by their shamelessness, elated at their romantic antics, or fearful for your life, seeing as Hyunjin has not looked at the road once in the past two minutes.

“I swear, if we die just because you fuckers can’t go one second without making goo-goo eyes at each other…” Like always, Minho seems to take the words right from your mind, glaring at your partnered companions with a glare sharp enough to cut ice.

“I mean, can you really blame me?” Seungmin hums, feeling up Hyunjin’s bare arm for the millionth time in the past hour. “If you guys weren’t here, I’d be rolling all over that backseat by now.”

“Let’s not share everything with the class now,” you hurriedly intercept. “Hyunjin—can you at least try not to kill your friends before we reach the party? I’d like to actually suck Changbin’s dick in this lifetime and not as Casper the ghost.”

“I’d totally watch that shit—I wonder if there’s such thing as ghost porn…?”

A noise of protest emerges from Seungmin before he lurches forward to turn up the radio, effectively drowning out Minho’s curiosity toward supernatural kinks. Being his seatmate, you’re not so lucky to avoid his research on vampires and period sex. Fortunately, Hyunjin maintains a somewhat steady speed limit and manages to reach the party in record timing.

You practically throw yourself out of the vehicle before your best friend can go more in-depth about werewolf mating. Seungmin is quick to follow, along with Hyunjin, and finally, Minho.

Unsurprisingly, the fraternity house is abuzz with celebration. Muffled club music seeps past its walls, the heavy bass and percussion ricocheting through your bones like a tidal wave. Countless people line the lawn, which is already littered with enough plastic cups and beer cans to fill a convenience store, while crowd after crowd continues to pile past the front door. You can almost feel the heat radiating from inside bleeding into your skin.

“Alright, everyone remember the rules? If you go home with someone tonight, you have to text the group chat.” Seungmin shoots a pointed glare at Minho. “And that doesn’t mean sending any explicit pictures of your nasty ass penis in some chick’s mouth, understand?”

Minho pouts. “We all make mistakes in the heat of passion, Jimbo.”

“Just make good decisions—or at least ones that keep you out of jail and STD-free.” You nod when he glances in your direction, silently promising to protect your safety above all else. Satisfied with your response, you watch Seungmin take his boyfriend’s hand and lead him toward the bustling house—no doubt in pursuit of an empty bedroom to finish what was started in the car.

“So… when do you want to commence operation Bang Mr. Yummy-bin?”

“After I get a couple shots in my system,” you respond, already dragging your best friend in the direction of the front door. Despite the excitement coursing through your veins, you can’t help but notice the butterflies violently fluttering in your stomach. You pause in front of a couple grinding against the entryway, debating whether or not to kick off your four-inch heels and run for the hills. Minho must sense your distress, reaching forward to comfortingly pat your shoulder.

“Hey, you got this,” he hums. “Not only do you look hot as fuck, but Changbin’s a lucky dude—I’ve seen what that mouth do.”

“Does your vocabulary consist of anything besides the urban dictionary?”

He smirks. “I’ve known to dabble in my fair share of overly creepy pick-up lines from time to time.”

You sigh in annoyance, bumping your shoulder against Minho’s chest.

“I’m serious... What if I make a complete and total fool of myself?”

“Then you make a complete and total fool of yourself.” He shrugs. “But if Changbin’s head is too far up his own ass to not see past that, then he’s missing out on the best moment of his life with a drop-dead gorgeous woman who’s way out of his league.”

Your heart warms at your best friend’s reassurance.

“Thanks, Min. I really appreciate that.”

“Yeah, yeah—now c’mon.” You barely have a chance to catch your balance before Minho is yanking you toward the house, nearly avoiding falling face-first into the dirt. “Let’s get you buzzed for the best dicking down of your life—by the way, if you see Ryujin around, proceed to avoid like the plague.”

“Let me guess—a one-hit-wonder?”

Minho smiles. “(Y/N) (L/N), you know me so well.”

True to his word, Minho shoved three shots of tequila and a cup of jungle juice down your throat before scampering off to, as he put it, make his rounds—but you know well enough that he’s probably making out with some random freshman he fished from the crowd. And while you can normally care less about your best friend’s promiscuous escapades, it pisses you off that the fucker is probably getting more action than you are right now.

For the last two hours, you’ve been looking for a moment to steal Changbin’s attention, but it’s as if the universe doesn’t want you to get lucky tonight. When he’s not surrounded by a myriad of desperate cheerleaders, he’s conversing with one of his teammates or chatting up some chick with tits the size of watermelons. It’s like revolving doors in a nightclub—except its VIP membership only to get a piece of Mr. Yummy-bin.

After the eleventh girl, you finally threw in the towel and retreated to the safety of the kitchen. Mind you, it reeks of pot and cheap alcohol, but it’s much better than watching some blonde bimbo rubbing her ass all over Changbin’s dick. You sigh as you pour yourself another serving of jungle juice, hoping to drown away your sorrows of going another night high and dry. Just as you’re about to commence your pity party, some asshole collides into you from behind and spills your drink all over the front of your dress.

“You mother fu—Ch-Changbin!?” Your intentions of giving the culprit a piece of your mind totally vanish when you discover the same man you’ve been attempting to converse with since the first day of freshman year. His lightly tanned skin is shiny and tinted pink from sweat and alcohol and his jet black hair is a tousled mess, but his biceps are bare, big, and proud in the sleeveless white tee that leaves nothing safe from your greedy eyes.

“Oh hey, it’s… (Y/N), right?” You almost forget how to breathe when he slurs out your name, needing to grab the counter behind you to avoid collapsing to the floor in a heap. “We were partners once in chemistry?”

“Sociology, actually,” you correct with the largest grin, totally forgetting about your now drenched, alcohol-reeking dress.

“Ah right. They all just kind of blend together after a while.” He chuckles, swiping a strand of hair from his sweaty forehead. “Anyway, how come you’re hiding out in here? Not enjoying the party or something?”

“What? Oh no—nothing like that,” you quickly deny his observation with an awkward laugh. “Actually, I’ve been looking for an opportunity to talk to you.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

You hum, “Well, I find you very, very attractive, and I was just wondering if you’d like to—”

“Binnie! There you are!”

You watch in horror as a girl from your world history class pops out from literally nowhere and tackles Changbin in a heated liplock that’s more tongue than anything. After a good thirty seconds of swapping saliva, she retreats backward to pout childishly. “It’s not nice to keep a girl waiting, you know?”

“Sorry, babe. Got distracted.” Changbin smirks before leaning down to nibble at her collarbone. “Let me make it up to you, yeah?”

And just like that, the couple begin to make out right there against the refrigerator, leaving you forgotten—again. Not wanting to put yourself through anymore torture, you grab the nearest unopened bottle of vodka and make a mad dash for the upstairs, praying you’ll find a room free of anymore horny bitches trying to suck each other’s faces off—or worse.

Fortunately, after multiple traumatic attempts, you managed to snag an unoccupied bedroom to freely drown your sorrows. Unfortunately, the vodka you grabbed was severely watered down, so the alcohol contributed minimal cessation to the hurricane of insecure thoughts raging through your brain. You had various debates with yourself about just calling an Uber and sulking underneath the covers of your own bed for the rest of the night, but the possibility of spotting Changbin and his lady friend getting it on against the front door is enough to confine you to the springy mattress.

You begrudgingly take another useless swing before leaning back into the messy mountain of sandpaper sheets and crusty pillows. You try not to think about the previous activities committed on this bed, instead focusing on the vibrations coursing through your limbs—courtesy of the music blaring from downstairs. If you were anywhere else, you might actually find the sensation pleasurable, but it only serves as a reminder of your pathetic, lonely state.

The shuffling of nearby footsteps and obnoxious giggles tears you from your pitiful headspace. Before you can announce your presence to the obviously oblivious couple, the door bursts open, revealing none other than your best friend practically chomping the neck of some sophomore from your nature photography class. You roll your eyes as the pair fail to notice your presence, tossing your now half-filled bottle onto a nightstand with a dramatic huff.

“Careful, Min, or there’ll be none of her left to shove your dick into.”

Minho pulls away from his nightly catch with wide-eyes, gaping at your lounging position. His expression shifts from confusion, to concern, before finally settling on what seems to reflect annoyance.

“Please tell me you’re in here because you’re recovering from Mr. Yummy-Bin’s monster cock—or I swear to god I will beat your ass.”

You nod to your abandoned vodka. “Take a wild guess.”

“What happened to the plan? Get in, get buzzed, and then get fucked?”

“Yeah, well, apparently other people also had the same plan,” you grumble, “I was just one of the unlucky few who isn’t blonde, busty, or bootylicious.”

Minho pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “For fucksake (Y/N)...”

“I’m sorry to interrupt—but who the fuck is she and why is her pathetic meltdown interrupting my opportunity of getting laid!?” Minho’s companion whines, her high-pitched tone only increasing the pounding of your head.

You roll your eyes. “You always know how to pick the bitchiest out of the bunch, Min.”

“Excuse me!? Who the fuck do you think you are, you ugly slut!?”

“She’s my best friend—a bit dramatic, but hardly ugly or a slut.” Minho wrenches away from her with a sneer, nodding his head toward the door. “You, however, are as revolting as they come so get lost before I contract whatever parasite crawled up your ass.”

“Fuck you, Lee Minho! And fuck you too whatever your name is! I’m out of here!”

You watch in both amusement and disgust as Minho practically slams the door after the delightful sophomore stomps away, probably to resume her quest for copulation elsewhere.

“You didn’t have to be so mean, you know,” you hum, ignoring your best friend’s glare and leaning further back into the pillows.

He shakes his head. “Nobody talks to you like that, and don’t try to change the subject. What really happened tonight? No more bullshit excuses either.”

“Long story short, I had him in my sights and we were having a lovely conversation until some girl with pretty brown eyes and enough ass to cover the continent of Antarctica sunk her teeth into him first—literally.” You shiver at the vulgar memory, breathing what has to be your millionth sigh of the night. “Regardless, he barely even looked at me, Min. I think it’s a lost cause… I’m nothing compared to those girls—”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Minho hurriedly disagrees, laying a comforting hand atop your knee. “Like I said earlier, Changbin’s an idiot for choosing a bunch of losers over the most amazing woman he’ll ever meet. Don’t break yourself down over some asshole who can’t think without his dick.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Isn’t that kind of hypocritical considering just two minutes ago you were swapping saliva with some stranger whose name you don’t know?”

“What the—please tell me that’s not the only thing you took from what I just said?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore anyway,” you say, reluctantly rising from the bed to head for the door—more than ready to retire to the comforts of your own apartment. “I’ve accepted the fact that the hottest man in existence will never want to fuck me, so why bother dwelling on it any longer?”

“(Y/N), come on—”

“Just leave it alone, Minho. I’m going home where I’ll give myself yet another lackluster orgasm with a four-year old vibrator that can’t even reach—”

With your hand mere centimeters away from the doorknob, your desired escape is interrupted when you’re suddenly spun around and practically shoved against the door. A warm hand silences your rant by covering your mouth, belonging to none other than your less-than-amused best friend.

“Will you please shut the fuck up for a goddamn second? I’m trying to play my role of the supportive friend, but you’re getting on my fucking nerves.”

You make sure to mouth a deserving insult against his palm, earning a sigh and an eye roll combination from your captor. After another minute or two, you start to notice exactly how close your bodies are—you can almost feel his hips pressing against your own—and while you’re not unused to Minho’s touch, something about this particular position sparks a marathon of butterflies to flutter through your stomach.

Minho finally removes his hand after another long period of silence, laying his palm against the door beside your head. “Look—I’m sorry tonight didn’t go as planned, but have you ever considered the fact that this stupid obsession is hindering other opportunities for you to let loose and have fun?”

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” you hiss.

“All I’m saying is I think you need to get laid by someone who is not necessarily Changbin—I mean, think about it, when was the last time you actually had sex? And don’t say that date with Felix because you and I both know heavy petting doesn’t cut it,” he huffs sternly.

You raise an eyebrow. “Why do you suddenly care so much about my sex life?”

“Because I’m fucking sick and tired of seeing you mope around like some lovesick teenager! You need to get over Changbin, and I’m prepared to offer a solution…”

“Which is…?”

Complete disbelief spills through your body as Minho points between you and him.

“Absolutely fucking not!”

He shakes his head. “Why not? You’re going through a dry spell, I’m always horny—it’s the perfect answer to both of our problems.”

“Did it completely slip your brain that you and I have been friends since—I don’t know—our entire fucking lives!” Your panicked, borderline aggressive tone does little to curb the serious expression across your companion’s face, only further increasing the strange feeling in your stomach. “We can’t just… sleep together! It totally goes past all and any boundaries of friendship—!”

“But you and I are best friends, so it’s completely different,” Minho argues. “As your best friend, it’s my sole responsibility to help you through the hardest times in life, therefore, I’m more than ready to help you move past your crush by offering forth my exceptional services in all things ‘holey’.”

“For the sake of my sanity, please never say that ever again,” you groan, dragging a hand down your face. “While I appreciate your willingness to help, I still don’t think this is a good idea… especially after what happened last time—”

“(Y/N)”—your muscles tense when Minho suddenly moves closer, nudging one of his thick thighs between your legs while intensely staring into your eyes—“are you attracted to me?”

“Well… yeah, I guess so.”

His dark smirk sends tremors through your knees. “Good, ‘cause I think you're hot—and you wanna know a secret…?” You hold your breath as he leers closer, allowing you to better see the firework show of lust flickering through his umber eyes. “I wanna fuck you right here against this door and listen to your pretty little whimpers and whines, knowing anyone at any second could walk by and hear what a good little slut you are for my cock…”

Holy shit.

The wave of wetness that pools between your thighs immediately soaks your underwear. It takes every bit of your lingering self control to not hump your best friend’s thigh like a horny rabbit. Even so, you find it more and more difficult to repress your dirty desires as Minho trails a hand up your leg, pausing to lift and wrap your knee around his hips. You nearly moan at the new position, pinpointing what seems to be his prominent erection pushing against your pelvis.

“Minho…”

“Just think about it,” he murmurs. “Changbin could walk through here at any given moment—I bet the second he heard you call my name, he’d realize what a brainless idiot he was for passing up this sweet cunt, hm? Tell me, baby—are you fucking soaked? Thinking about me fucking you while Changbin stands just behind this door, wanting what he can’t have?...”

“Oh shit—” Your brain completely short circuits, unable to stop the desperate cant of your hips. Yours and his moans bleed into one another as your clothed cores come into contact. Minho’s fingers tighten on your leg—just shy of bruising. You wonder if he can feel the extent of your wetness against the front of his jeans, but all thoughts are chased away when you deliver yet another roll, expertly dragging your swelling folds over his crotch.

“Fucking hell”—he hisses, his hand beside your head tightening into a fist—“I-I—hah—I’m not gonna l-last if you keep—mm—rutting against me like a kitten in heat…”

His words only motivate your intentions, sharpening and angling your rocks so your clit consistently meets what you believe to be the head of his cock. Seeking more leverage, you wind your arms around his waist and tug him even closer against your body. His face seeks refuge in the crook of your neck as you continue your assault, further fueled by the hot breath caressing your collarbones.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—I’m actually gonna c-cum—”

You silently agree with your companion, gasping loudly when his hips begin to match your rhythm. You both cling to one another as your climaxes approach one after another—Minho’s guttural groan triggering a release that spills white-hot bliss through your veins. You can feel your cunt pulsating as you fight to catch your breath, tiredly leaning your head back against the door. It’s not until you suddenly remember where you are, who you’re with, and what you’ve done that you awaken from your post-orgasmic stupor.

“What… What did we just do?...”

“Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much—”

You shove Minho arms length away with a newfound adrenaline, staring at his confused expression with enough shock to render your muscles numb. “H-How can you joke about this!? You just—I-I just—”

“Made me cum in my pants like a fucking girl boss? That you did.” His wide eyes gradually recede, being replaced with a sexy smirk you’ve seen too many times before—the same smirk he displays when recounting his nightly conquest. “And I, as promised, gave you the orgasm of a lifetime—told you I was gifted.”

The events that took place after your and Minho’s sinful exchange are blurry—likely a result of your light alcohol consumption and disbelief in your and your best friend’s previous actions—but you remember bits and pieces about an Uber ride back to your apartment with Minho blabbering on about some book he’s reading in his literature class. You couldn’t tell whether or not it was his attempt at pretending like nothing happened, or he simply couldn’t care less about what transpired just minutes before—as if dry humping his best friend of 22 years against a random bedroom door at a frat party is a daily occurrence.

You’re not sure what’s more jarring—the fact that Minho is being so casual about everything, or the fact that, despite the inner turmoil hurtling through your mind, you enjoyed the experience. Minho wasn’t wrong when he confronted you about your lack of action. It’s been almost a year and a half since you’ve felt the intimate touch of another person, savored the joys of an orgasm brought by hands that aren’t your own. And while it could have been anyone in the moment, a part of you—the one that isn’t screaming red flags like a mad woman—is almost relieved it was Minho, the same Minho who wiped your tears when your first high school boyfriend cheated and held your hand at your first blood draw because he knows you don’t like needles.

You can’t help but smile at the memory, remembering his poor attempt at distracting you by belting out the lyrics to the Phantom of the Opera in a key that couldn’t be more off. Underneath the vulgar language and rather alarming body count, the Minho you know and love would never do anything to hurt you. As he said at the party, he only wants to help you get over your stupid crush on Changbin. His intentions might not be that pure, per say, seeing as he’s a borderline sex addict, but you can look past that because he’s Minho—your closest and bestest friend.

Which brings you to the now, agreeing to his arrangement after dragging him up to your apartment.

“I still don’t think this is the best idea, but I’m willing to try.”

“Hell yeah!” Minho celebrates as if he found out he just won the lottery. “I knew you’d come around—bet you’re too curious about the wonders of my dick to say no.”

You hold up a finger. “If we’re gonna do this, there has to be rules, boundaries to make sure things don’t get complicated.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“No cuddling, no kissing, and most definitely no feelings,” you say. “We can discuss personal likes and dislikes later, but these three things are totally off the table… fair?”

“Everything will be strictly no strings attached—just two best friends helping each other burn off some steam.” You watch in confusion as Minho retreats further into your apartment, returning only minutes later with an old sketchbook he stole off your bookshelf. He quickly flips to a blank page and scribbles down a myriad of things before ripping out the paper to present it to you proudly. “May I introduce the Best Friends’ with Benefits contract, or the BFB for short.”

“The BFB? You’re kidding me, right?”

“Nah, baby—I’m dead fucking serious… get it?”

“Oh my fucking god…”

He smirks. “God, huh? I’m flattered, kitten, but let’s just stick with my name for now…”

“Can you for one second stop acting like a goddamn condom ad and be serious!?” Your outburst surprises not only your companion, but yourself too. You attempt to collect your bearings, inhaling a deep breath to clear the tightness in your chest before continuing in a softer tone: “I just—this isn’t like your other hook-ups, okay? I can’t be one of those people you just fuck and throw away like a used condom—”

“Woah, woah, hold on, (Y/N),” Minho interrupts, shaking his head in disbelief. “Do you really think that low of me? You’re my best friend, not some cheap hooker off the street—I would never do anything to hurt you.”

You can’t help but look away from his almost pained gaze, shrugging your shoulders with a sigh. “Of course I know that. I just… don’t want to lose you.”

“Hey.” You’re forced to meet Minho’s eyes when he gently takes your chin between two fingers and turns your head. His smile is small, but endearingly genuine. “Just two best friends helping each other out with no kissing, no cuddling, and no feelings—the BFB in itself.”

“Still a stupid name,” you mumble, unable to curb the smile pulling at your own lips. “Are we supposed to sign away our consent on that piece of paper?”

“Nah, that was just for dramatic flair. Consider it an unspoken promise between us.”

You move to roll your eyes, but are pleasantly surprised when Minho takes a step forward, leaving only an inch of space between your faces. You’re reminded of your escapade back at the party, your body instantly growing warm at the memory of no doubt one of the best orgasms of your life. Goosebumps scatter across your bare skin as your companion takes your hand, delicately weaving your pinkies together before leaning down to press a long peck to the swell of your knuckles. You swear your body comes alive—slick already pooling into your underwear at his touch.

“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop, (Y/N).” Despite the arousal clouding your brain, you recognize Minho’s gentle tone—one you’ve only heard on a handful of occasions. Your heart can’t help but flutter at his consideration for your comfort—yet another reminder that he’ll always be there for you no matter what…

“Don’t stop, Minho,” you finally concede, winding your arms around his neck to tug him even closer. “I don’t want you to stop…”

The care in his gaze instantly melts into something dark—almost sinister.

“Is that so? You better prepare for the best fuck of your life, kitten, ‘cause I’m not gonna stop until the only name you remember is mine…”

“You talk a big game, Min,” you snicker, seductively gliding your hand down the front of his silk button-up to the waistband of his jeans. “Ever heard the saying that actions speak louder than words? Unless all of it is just that—talk?”

You shiver at the malicious sneer that overtakes his face.

“I’ve been with enough guys and girls to know it’s not just talk, now I suggest you head to your room before I take you right here on the floor.”

Unable to respond, you follow his instruction and retreat to your bedroom with Minho following close behind. Once you reach your destination, Minho allows you a moment to remove your heels and plug in your phone. You reach behind your back, ready to escape the confines of your snug dress, but a second pair of hands halt your movements.

Minho hums. “So fucking glad you wore this dress—allow me to remove it?”

“Be my guest.”

You’re surprised at how sensual Minho is, slowly trailing his hands up the length of your arms, over your shoulders, and down your back as if committing the curves of your body to memory. You’re breathless by the time he actually begins to unzip your dress, using his other hand to trace your naked spine as it becomes more and more exposed. The logical part of your mind knows he’s playing with you—having heard many, many recounts from previous victims of his sadistic delight to tease.

Impatient and soaking through your underwear, you whirl around to shove Minho onto your bed. He lands with a gasp, annoyance crowding his features. You watch him open his mouth, likely to chastise your hastiness, but interrupt his motives by peeling the rest of the dress from your figure. His jaw drops at the sight of your favorite pair of black lingerie, emphasizing the very best parts of your body like a vice.

“See something you like, Min?”

“Shut the fuck up and get over here already,” he seethes.

“Someone’s a bit impatient,” you laugh. It’s evil, you know that very well, but you can’t deny how much you enjoy pushing your best friend’s buttons—even more so in a situation like this one. With a bite of your lip and a wink, you trail a single hand down your front between your breasts, pausing just above the band of your panties. “Make you a deal—I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?”

“Never expected you to be a dirty fucking tease,” Minho sasses, but smirks in amusement and listens to your intended command nonetheless. You stare with hooded eyes as he removes his shirt, taking his sweet time to undo every single button and gradually reveal the caramel planes of his chest to your greedy gaze. Your knees nearly buckle as his bare biceps flex with every movement, complimenting the leanness of his form perfectly. You don’t even realize he’s also discarded his jeans until his husky tone reaches your ears: “You gonna stand there and gawk all night? Or are you gonna come over here and ride me into the sunset?”

His suggestion is too good to pass up, which is why your feet frantically carry you to the bed where Minho’s thick thighs welcome your weight. He pulls you closer by the hips, dragging your still clothed cores against one another. You release a groan at the contact while Minho hisses, busying himself with tracing your collarbones with his tongue. You’re not sure where to put your hands, deciding to splay them behind you on his knees.

“Do you—shit”—you almost choke when he nips at your decolletage—“do you have a c-condom?”

“Back pocket,” he mumbles against your skin.

In record time, you manage to fish the contraceptive from his discarded jeans and pull it over his already hard cock. Minho pumps himself once, twice, inhales a deep breath, then looks at you pointedly. “Y-You sure about this?”

“One hundred percent,” you say, dragging aside the seam of your panties without a second thought. Once again, Minho pulls you as close as possible against his chest, assisting you in your task of lining his bulbous head with your dripping entrance. Your body screams in absolute euphoria as he begins to breach your walls, stretching your core with a delicious ache that you haven’t felt in months. You have to relax your mind, nearly cumming at the sensation, and focus on your ragged breathing instead.

“Holy shit, you feel amazing—you okay?”

“J-Just give me second,” you stutter. “It’s—hah—it’s been awhile.”

“You’re in control here, baby,” Minho assures. “Move when it feels comfortable, hm?”

“I might… I might cum…”

“Just from my cock?” You curse the cocky smirk that spreads across your best friend’s face. “Go ahead, kitten, ‘cause I believe I promised you a night of endless pleasure—that’s only one of many…”

...What did you get yourself into?

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SO I READ THIS LAST NIGHT BUT I FORGOT TO SEND AN ASK CAUSE I IMMEDIATELY SLEPT AFTER !!!

Kami please I will bow down to the ground, forehead to dirt and everything in front of you for this piece of heaven. Genuinely cried ngl, like brat tamer Choso??? Sassy Choso??? It's so WEIRD seeing Choso take the reigns when there's Gojo there too but it's so GOOD like a weird kind of good and I'm so happy to be sandwiched between the best boys ever

Applause to reader man cause sex ban for three weeks? Haven't kissed him in 16 days? Yeah I would fold after a day of the sex ban if he comes home from work grunting and groaning tiredly while taking off his clothes like ??? Kamo Choso with that deep husky voice of his would get me down on my knees the moment he steps inside his house, literally all my dignity and shame are out of the window at that point.

Like everyone else, I'm sooo fucking curious about the phone call cause to me, both are so possessive over reader so I wonder if it's just Gojo thinking with his dick that made him accept this offer (probably is ngl) Choso too like 😭 wdym you aren't a jealous boyfie you almost pummeled Ino to the ground in the cafe

Part 2 and 3 will be the literal death of me, when Choso gives orders to Gojo like yeahhh catch me at my funeral. Like no lube, no protection, eiffel tower, dp, all day, all night, no stopping. Cuck Choso is best Choso and are we maybeee maybe?? getting a glimpse of a little subby Gojo to dom Choso?

UGHSSH I WANNA GET DESTROYED BY THOSE TWO SO BAD IT AINT EVEN FUNNY. I'm going feral just thinking about it I might have to reread it again 😭😭😭

Warning; Yap sesh 😀

When I fist thought abt it, I realized Gojo & Choso really never interact directly so I thought writing them tg would be hard but it’s actually so much more easier than I thought 🥴

The only reason Choso’s so dominant (as of rn) is bc he’s in the process of putting his gf in place, take her out the equation or catch Choso when he’s feining for her & it’d be a whole different situation

But dw, the tables may turn on him a lil bit in the next part (Spoiler alert; Gojo’s a yapper.)

AND IK THREE WEEKS MIGHT BE HARD TO IMAGINE BUT, she is known for her… somewhat decent self-control as long as barriers are set ;)

Now if she drank even once within those three weeks…….. tht sex-ban wouldve been out the window 💀

ALSO ME TOO GIRLIE IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR DEEP VOICES 😩 The second Choso comes home all tired and lazy, probably humming out a low “Baby I missed you s’much,” as he’d probably try to wrap his arms around me— yeah, I’d fold.

&& I think I’ll do a lil blurb for their convo in the room just for y’all :)

Lastly, just to tease yall some more, there is a couple (but mainly one) subby Gojo & dom Choso moment— it’s only for like a split second but it’s. It’s making my brain stutter just thinking about it 😉

#kamiversee!answers

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mooncalfe-art · 4 months

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Howdy!!

I got to read 146 and... well..it was quite the rollercoaster of emotions..to say the least. A lot of of very interesting ideas, that do intrigued me...tho...the one part that feelt like a very big question mark is....

If this is the same time line in which Lita gone back to at the end of her arc , but, much more ahead in the future ...where is Alopex???

We got very few times ( 2..at best ) in which we saw what happened to Alopex in the future later one. And..I was really hopeing that at least in this time line we might get that.

Instead, we have confirmation that Umeko and Raph were a thing and even that couldn't last. Like... I am very happy to hera about Umeko in a main IDW issue ,but...the worry about what happened to my child and the fact that Raph can't hold a relationship ,not even to save his life ( yet somehow Koya and Leo did ) is taken away from that set happiness.

I am intrigued...yet...the question about what happened to Alopex in this future, after seeing that she was there when Lita got back home and everything seemed ok, is very much killing me. Seeing that the only future we know what happened to her, was the one in which she becomes a assassin and an enemy of the turtles.

Like...I am happy Leo and Koya are a thing...but...what we saw for Raph...it was a like a kick and a blow at the same time.

Are we going to get some answers on this topic in the next issue?

Other then that ,this was such an awesome issue. Especially for how it make me feel about Armaggon.

Didn't see that one comeing. Ngl.

It's the same timeline, yeah, but a couple more decades in the future after that panel in #117 where everyone is together. Things have definitely fallen apart since then, people got old or left the clan and so forth, so Alopex could be anywhere at that point! A lot can happen in that span of time. I don't know if I'll ever get to detail what I envisoned happening to every character in the future, unfortunately. I really wanted to have grown-up adult Tokka and Rahzar show up, for example, but there was too much going on and I didn't have the page space for it. :(

And like I keep saying to people, who knows what future writers will do! You might get your wish one day! I love seeing the characters happy as much as anyone but I'm very much a Mirage TMNT person so my vision of the characters' distant futures is always going to be on the sad side. Life at best is bittersweet, as a great man once said.

Anyway, Alopex won't make any appearances before my run is over, unfortunately, but she'll be back before you know it. ;) Just sit tight.

Thank you again, as always, for reading and letting me hear your thoughts!!!

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pinkyjulien · 10 months

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🌈 Queerness in CyberPunk 2077

I wanted to make this post earlier this month but got caught up in modding shenanigans, as per usual~

BUT! It's still June, still pride, so here it is :>

▶ DISCLAIMER

All of this is my analyses, headcanons, of different characters, some of them not confirmed at all in anyway or form! I'm a queer man myself, but I do not claim to know everything about queerness and being queer, everyone experience the game and interpret the characters differently 🤲 This is only my opinions, based off canon game events, clues, hints, as well as developpers's tweets, streams, files datamining etc etc Please do not see this thread as an attack, or as something invalidating! I'm more than curious to heard what you think about my personal analyses, if you agree, if you don't, and why! If you think other characters also display hints of queerness I'd love to hear it too! 💙

This picture is an update I did in 2022 of lil collage I did back in 2021~

I posted the first version on Reddit back in 2021 and it created this whole "what do mean JOHNNY is GAY?" (because a rainbow behind a man automatically means he's Gay and nothing else right) and a lot of biphobia over his character in particular (gasp- THE rockerboy?! Biseggsual?? In my viddy game??)

▶ You can look at the thread here and have a lil laugh

SO, NATURALLY, after doing the 2022 collage, I went and uploaded it to reddit once again! Because triggering bigots and seeing them stumble over their own tongues trying to debunk everything is really funny ✨

However, I instantly muted the thread and let it rot in its own sauce for some days, weeks, only coming back to it later and Oh Boy 👀

I did a thread on Twitter last year exploring everything that was said on the thread and explaining why I put certain characters on it

Thought it'd be cool and fun to re-explore that and share my thoughts with y'all here SO LETS GET BACK TO IT 😌🤙

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I'll mainly paste screenshots of what I already said on my twitter thread, but I might add some things there and there!

Damn I was kinda pissed off back then HGHFHGF but yeah, this is also the reason I won't ever make any straight or super straight flags I do not headcanon Delamain as Asexual, as there isn't any confirmation anywhere that he's interest in that kind of interaction or not, but I'll come back to him later!

Goro being canonly Queer is often missed, and this surprises me, considering he's one of the popular character! He is interested (or not) equally in both Fem and Masc V, giving he's replying to them the exact same ways! This isn't something done randomly by the devs :)

As said in the tweet, there isn't any direct and clear evidence of Mitch and Scorpion being a couple! Their relationship is heavily queer coded and queer people are more easily picking up on it than non-queer peoeple (and that's normal) Gay men have called their male partner Friend, Best friend and Brother through history maaaany many time, and that's part of my interpretation of their relationship too, especially giving they're both veterans who fought in the same war. The poem Mitch wrotes during "I'll Fly Away" (heavily implied) is romantic and gay coded, the gay novel in Mitch's tent (confirmed to be on purpose) is what we call environnemental story telling, it's subtle but adds to a character's backstory and lore! As for the datamining, I found a Mitch awkwardly explaining to V that no, Saul doesn't have any say in whatever he's doing with Scorpion stuff "because.... because... eh, that's just family stuff"

Note on Delamain here because I've heard it even caused some drama here on Tumblr that I said that? He uses He/Him to describe himself, the Main Entity, but multiples of his splites entities uses She/Her, meaning he's literally Non-Binary in how his entity is formed (I find it really cool for an AI ngl ngl) However if my headcanon offended anyone, I apologize! and I'd love to hear others interpretation :3

There isn't any open and visible MLM gay couple in Cyberpunk 2077! Bouncing off ElvenBeard's amazing analyses and thoughts on Kerry's sexuality, he can be seen as Bisexual (confirmed by RTAL themselves) and Homosexual (confirmed by the devs before and after the game released) he can be Both and Both are correct depending on how you view his character and how he grew from his past relationship (Bisexual with a masc preference, Bisexual who have to heal from his marriage, Gay man who realized his sexuality later after a wonky marriage, etc)

The whole "Responsability=Wife" Takemura take angers me to no end, taking its roots in heteronormativity- We see Goro care for his job above all else, to me that's what his "responsability" is and always was; his job

Nothing more to add here- Jackie's only relationship we see in game is with Misty, this doesn't confirm nor deny anything! (However with how he react to V pushing him, lip-bitting and all regardless of gender, I can totally see him as being queer)

AND That's about it!

It was interesting to dig into that thread last year and thought I'd share that here, as a refresher that Johnny is Bi, Takemura too, and smaller characters like Mitch and Evelynn still have clear hints of queerness to them ✨

I really like how CP77 touches on queerness, it feels realistic, it doesn't feel forced; which, sadly, create this problem of "UH?? This is pure LIES" if a character's sexuality is not splattered in your face, which then create the "Ugh why does it have to be forced down our throat" complains

Something something, lesson here is that people will always complain about queerness, be it loud, be it subtle, so fuck it! Scream it, go apeshit over small details, over-analyse everything cause chances are: this is intentional!

More Characters

I later noticed that Regina have a naked lady tattooed on her forearm, and since we know nothing is done randomly in CDPR's video games, makes me think that she might be sapphic in some way ✨

Mateo is also one of my fav "potential queer", how he could be a trans man, but there isn't anything really to support that other than that one interaction with V

▶ Link to the updated collage Reddit Thread

▶ Link to my Twitter breakdown

#Cyberpunk 2077 #CyberPride #CyberPride23 #Pride #Long Post #LETS TALK :3c I'm curious about what y'all think #I hope this won't be used in discourse as I know it has before cause sheesh hgfhghf #this is all from the game I'm not making things up 👀#Adding more thoughts in the tags tho #I find it interesting (sad) that the majority of people will agree that Evelynn is queer coded #and potentially had something going on with Judy #but everyone seems to be against Mitch and Scorpion #while both duo called each others friends and have queer coded behavior / lore around them #something to think about yknow?

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My unorganized thoughts about Hazbin finale because I am feeling all the feelings.

Positives

The songs? Absolute bangers. Both of them. The Chaggie "More Than Anything" reprise got spoiled for me but I still loved it. We stan a supportive couple ready to go to war together. The reprise for "Happy Day in Hell" at the end was a nice touch. Loved that it was Lucifer who picked up the slack to cheer up Charlie. Mans finally becoming the dad who stepped up.

The battle as a whole was awesome. Hot take, but if Adam didn't have the spawn infinite enemies cheat all bad guy armies seem to have in these situations, the Hotel definitely would've won.

I'll admit, I wasn't too jazzed about Sir Pentious replacing Mimzy in the main cast but he kind of redeemed (lol) himself for me this episode. Bro was both one of the funniest and most heartwarming characters in the finale get yourself a man who can do both. The unholy (lol) noises I made when he showed up as a redeemed soul in Heaven. Good for him! He deserves the best. Also I find Sera's and Emily's reactions to the reveal kind of interesting. Emily is overjoyed seeing that Charlie's idea works, but Sera looks... mortified? Disgusted? Kinda tells us which one of these two really deserves the title of Big Good. Side note, but it's kind of funny how the only physical change a redeemed sinner goes through is that their color scheme is now pastel instead of goth.

ADAM FUCKING DIED YESSIRRRRR! GOOD RIDDANCE BITCH NO ONE WILL MISS YOUUUU (Except for Lute, but no one gives a fuck about what Lute thinks, cry harder hoe)

Charlie's and Lucifer's true formssss! Razzle and Dazzle getting to be badassss! (R.I.P. Dazzle, hope you somehow end up in Heaven too)

Alastor Vs Adam. Cool fight, surprisingly not as one-sided as one might've thought. I mean, Alastor still lost but he lasted a lot longer than most of the others who fought against Adam (Poor Sir Pen)

Vaggie and Lute rematch, I fucking called ittttt!

Seeing everyone gear up and fight for the Hotel was cool, seeing so many Exorcists get axed off was cathartic as fuck.

Lute losing a part of her body because of Vaggie, just like she took a part of Vaggie's body was *chef's kiss*.

Lucifer Vs Adam and Lucifer just... not taking the fight seriously at all until Charlie almost gets hurt. He was really just toying with Adam for the entire first half and when he started getting serious Adam got trashed so fucking quick, I love it.

Charlie fucking shanking Adam and stopping his punch Just Like That. I lover her, she's such a badass. Sure wish we could've seen more of that (foreshadowinggg)

Vox acting as the greek chorus for the events of the episode works surprisingly well. Ngl I thought his constant commentary would get annoying really fast if they kept cutting away from the action just so he can say a funny. But no, they actually managed to time it pretty well. Props to Adam Stein (writer for this episode).

The Negatives (Yes, They Exist)

The other Vees did not need to be here. Seriously, we're starting off with Vox alone in his control room and we could've stayed there. Velvette and Valentino didn't even talk for the majority of the episode. And I'm not a fan of how Val continues to be played for comedy. Unfriendly reminder that this man is a r*pist and an abuser. If you needed a V for the funnies, Velvette and Vox are quite literally right there. (Can you believe Velvette had no lines this episode but fucking Val had both a speaking role and a not insignificant part of the ending song? Weak.) You can still have the ending scene of the Vees hanging out and planning after the aborted Extermination, literally nothing changes if you cut Val and Velvette from the cutaway gags.

Not a fan of how Lucifer stole the spotlight. "But you said you liked the Adam Vs Lucifer fight-" Yeah, I did. Doesn't change that this shouldn't have been Luci's fight, it should have been Charlie's. We've had hints this whole season that Charlie is actually way stronger and wrathful than anyone thinks and that she's actively working to keep up her cheerful and friendly persona. Her stabbing Adam with her trident was a nice start, but after Lute killed Dazzle and seriously endangered Vaggie, this should've been the moment Charlie decided "Alright that's it, no more Miss Nice Girl, I didn't want this to end in bloodshed but these assholes are going down." This should've been the moment where the gloves come off. How much more impactful would it be if Charlie was the one beating down Adam but stopping before killing him? If the show made it clear Charlie could murder this asshole, but she doesn't, because she's still better than he ever will be. What a way to show that Charlie truly does believe in the good in everyone or at least still believes in non-lethal solutions to the conflict between Heaven and Hell! But nope, Charlie gets two badass moments, then is banished to the side-lines and to the role of damsel Lucifer has to save and who has to be the metaphorical angel on Lucifer's shoulder who stops him from offing Adam (for some reason). If we needed to get Lucifer involved, maybe have him show up earlier to help the Hotel but get hurt somehow, forcing and motivating Charlie to step up as the future ruler of Hell. Speaking of-

Why the fuck was Lucifer so late to the fight??? Yeah yeah, I know, depressed shut-in, but in "More Than Anything" he literally calls Charlie "the only thing worth fighting for" in Hell. He knew the Extermination was coming. Yeah, maybe Charlie didn't tell him that the trial in Heaven went south and that Adam's Exorcists were going to target the Hazbin Hotel, but you'd think he'd have noticed something was up??? More importantly, if he really wanted to support Charlie's dream of saving the sinners in Hell, why didn't he take part in the battle from the start??? Why didn't Charlie ask him to fight alongside her??? Yeah, Charlie is reluctant to ask Lucifer for anything because they don't have the best relationship, but we've had an entire fucking episode of them growing closer and Lucifer assuring Charlie he'd help her. And this wasn't just a matter of pride, Charlie's friends and her girlfriend were in danger of getting killed, you're telling me she'd choose her own hang-up over all of them??? "But if Lucifer was there, the fight would've been over too quick-" refer to the previous point. Angels can be hurt and killed by angelic weaponry, there were like over a hundred Exorcists on that battlefield and don't tell me Adam would be above fighting dirty by attacking while Lucifer is distracted. There. Easy way to take Lucifer out of the fight and make way for Charlie.

Not a fan of how Cherri Bomb x Sir Pentious was bullrushed in this last episode. Yeah, we established Pentious likes her, but Cherri had like no interest in him until Angel commented he might have two dicks. Which, I guess her being after a purely physical relationship could work, but we all know that's not what Pentious wants. Their "romance" gives "He Was a Boy She Was a Girl" vibes. Like Velvette and Valentino, nothing in the episode would've been lost if that particular plot-line was dropped.

"The future of Hell belongs to the Vees" Yeah but does it though? Does it? Sorry, but I'm having a hard time taking these three seriously as a threat. Vox got effortlessly trounced by Alastor (and contrary to what the Vees believe he isn't missing, he came back), Velvette talked a big game about fighting the Exorcists but then did absolutely nothing and Val would eat dirt so fast against anyone who can actually fight back. Plus "Overlords hanging by a thread"? Which Overlords, exactly? Alastor? He's not dead and like previously stated, he's not 'missing'. Rosie, Carmilla, Zestial and the rest of the Overlords are just fine, the Extermination was centered around the Hazbin Hotel this time, no other turf even got scratched. "Nature abhors a power vacuum" What power vacuum? Again, no Overlords even died! No territory outside the hotel was destroyed! Are they just on a high from Alastor's supposed disappearance? I hope that's it, because otherwise damn, you three fucking suck at being Overlords.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers

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gffa · 8 months

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Hey! Love your blog for the sw content but ngl you have me window shipping dickbabs more and more everyday. I’m not reeeeally a comics person unless it has quality online format but I have been known to enjoy cartoons. Do you have any show recs to get me into the batfam? Sorry if this has already been asked (and answered somewhere else). Thanks again for all your great content! Love your blog!

Hi! Thank you for the kind words and I'm glad to be helping to at least tempt you into this pit, and I wish I had better recs for you, but I've been turning this over in my head for the last couple of days and keep coming back to that I don't know that I would recommend most of the animated series or movies/TV series for DC. Even the best bets would be: - Young Justice 2010 cartoon, which is overall decent, but DickBabs doesn't happen until like season 3, I think? (And I think Dick dates Kory for awhile before that?) And they're a very minor part of the show, even the Batfam as a whole is only one aspect of the show, it's really a multi-fam kind of series. As long as you know that it will have some major differences in relationship and character dynamics (like Superboy in the show and Kon from the comics share certain aspects, but they are also vastly different and I'm not sure you'd recognize Kon as the same character), it's a fun show to watch overall! - Batman: The Animated Series 1992 + The New Batman Adventures 1997 was absolutely, incredibly groundbreaking at the time it came out, but that means it's 30 years old now and a lot of it is going to be incredibly dated compared to current stuff. I do still love it and the Dick/Babs episodes are TOP NOTCH (so much delicious yearning oh my god) and the flashback to when Dick was a kid are also great, but there's a LOT of basic cartoon action stuff that's not that exciting anymore and it might feel like a long haul. Cautiously recommended if you don't mind viewing it through an old-fashioned lens, don't mind that Dick tends to be more in his "angry teenage years" than his more settled 20s, and you're okay with zipping through any parts that bore you. - The Batman 2004 is another series that's pretty dated, but in a way I find deeply charming, because it really leaned into the gothic aesthetic and wasn't afraid to try some new things with the character designs. I usually suggest skipping forward to season 4 when Dick shows up (and I greatly enjoy his and Babs' dynamic, they're kids at the time, it's not a romance here, but it's not hard to see that one day they could grow up into the characters they'll be in other versions) but the whole show is just a good Batman cartoon! Honorable mentions: - Justice League: The Animated Series 2001 which I don't think Dick or Babs ever appeared in, but is still probably THE best DC animated series. It's not super complex, but what it did, it did very well, and is still pretty influential to this day. - If you don't mind reading an online comic, the Wayne Family Adventures webtoon is a very easy intro point, has very pretty art, and will get you reasonably familiar with the characters! (I sort of liken it to LEGO adaptations, it's meant to be light-hearted and occasionally genuinely touching, it focuses on extremes of the characters and memeable moments, rather than the more sharp-edged comics, but that makes it all the better for an entry point imo.) Beyond that, I can't really think of anything I would necessarily recommend to help get new fans into the Batfam characters (I wouldn't recommend the Harley Quinn show as a starting place for them, nor the Teen Titans cartoon, and I don't really personally care for any of the animated movies personally, other than maybe Super Sons, which was absolutely adorable and a great intro to Jon and Damian), because DC has a really weird track record on adapting them into non-comics mediums and I just enjoy the comics so much more. Though, if others have recs or would offer a rebuttal against some of the suggestions, feel free, because I would love to have easier ways into the comics

#lumi.txt #dc #batfam #comics recs

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lala1267 · 1 year

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Bow down bitches (last part)

Summary: Just Elvis and the reader being in love.

Note: it's a small chapter, ngl.

Elvis had ended his show early just to stop Jerry from pursuing his evil antics. He loved me and my baby. Even though Jasmime was a different colour, race, and ethnicity, he still did everything to protect her.

Whilst Jerry was on the floor, unconscious. Elvis was comforting me, who had a baby in my arms. I was still in a state of shock and fear, but Elvis's sweet voice grounded me.

"Calm down, honey, I'm here." He said whilst he took Jasmine out of my arms. He held her tight and bounced up and down. She began to fall asleep in his large arms. He let go of her with one hand and grabbed my shaky hand. He led me out of the building and into his car. He said to the driver.

"Garceland." The driver started the car, and we were off. Elvis had Jasmine in his lap whilst one of his hands held onto my thigh. I loved him dearly even though we weren't even dating. I was just wishing for the day where he would ask me to be his wife. I had dreams about how romantic our wedding would be. I was snapped out of my fantasy when the car door opened, we were here. I held onto Elvis's hand as I stepped out of the vehicle. We made our way inside and into the bedroom. He placed Jasmine on the bed and began to change her clothes. He put her in a lovely pink onsie. She looked so cute and adorable. He picked her up and turned to me.

"Close your eyes, honey. I have a surprise for you." I instantly complied with a smile on my face. I felt his hand wrap around mine before he led me to the corner of the room. I didn't even see that there was a whole corner dedicated to Jasmine since the lights were turned off. It had pink unicorn stickers on the walls, a large pink crib sat there with fairy lights wrapped around it yet to be turned on. Even though it was just the corner it was still a lot of space. My eyes widened as they landed on the suprise. A large smile appeared on my face as I looked up to Elvis.

"Oh my god, Jasmine will love this!" I said excitedly. I took Jamine out of Elvis's arms and held onto her before walking over to the crib. I pointed to the crib so that she could take a look. A bright smile rose on her cute face, followed by small giggles. I placed a kiss on her forehead before turning around to Elvis.

"Thankyou so much, Elvis." He just giggled.

"I'm planning on making the store room into her own little room. This is just temporary."

"Oh, I love you so much." I said as i placed Jasmine in her crib before running into Elvis's arms like an excited child.

"I love you too, girlfriend." He said as he looked down at me. I pulled away before making a sarcastic comment.

"Oh, so after all of these months now you wanna be my boyfriend?"

"Oh shush." He said sarcastically as he giggled. He cupped my cheeks and kissed me like his life depended on it. It was romantic and meaningful. He pulled away to tuck a stray hair behind my ear.

"You've always been my girl, and you always will." He said.

"And you will always be my boy, my sweet boy." I said as I brushed my fingers against his pink soft lips.

It was time for bed. I was in the bathroom, taking my makeup off whilst Elvis was in the shower. The room was steamy and hot. Elvis's head poked out of the top of the shower curtain.

"Honey, will ya pass me the sponge." He asked politely.

"Ok." I replied as I grabbed it off the counter. I walked over to him. He stook his hand out of the side of the curtain. I was about to pass it to him when I had an idea. I put on my best puppy eyes and looked at him innocently. He rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"What now?"

"Can I shower with you?" He smiled before replying.

"Hmm, let me think." He spent a couple seconds in silence as he was 'thinking'. I was growing impatient so I rolled my eyes and stripped off.

"I take that as a yes." I said once I was fully naked. He just giggled as I stepped in the hot shower.

"Why the hell do you have it this hot?!" I said, slightly raising my voice as the hot water met my skin. He bent down next to me to adjust the temperature. The water cooled slightly. I smiled as I finally passed him the sponge.

"Can you scrub my back for me, doll?" He said as he passed the sponge back to me.

"Hmm, let me think." I said as I tried to hide my laughter. He handed me a bar of soap. I rubbed the soap onto the sponge until it was bubbly in my hand. He turned away from me so that I could wash him. I gently scrubbed his back. Once his back was all bubbly, I began to draw a flower onto his back.

"What are ya doing?" He asked.

"Guess what I'm drawing." I said as I continued to draw.

"Hmm, a flower?"

"What. How did you get it so fast?"

"A magician never tells his secrets." He said as he turned to face me.

"Oh please, you, a magician?" I said as I rolled my eyes. He laughed as he took the sponge put of my hands.

"Your turn." He said as he urged me to turn around. He rubbed the bubbles onto my back and began to draw. I had no idea what he was drawing, so I just guessed.

"Uhm, a leaf?"

"You're bad at this game." He said. I quickly turned around with an offended look on my face.

"Don't be rude."

"I was just saying." He said whilst giggling.

"Anyway, it's my turn to be in the water. Excuse me." I said as I tried to get past him to reach the shower head. He stopped me.

"Let me wash you first."

"You just did." I said with a confused expression.

"Not your whole body." A smirk appeared on both of our faces. He took the sponge and rubbed it all other my perfect body. He scrubbed all of my tender curves. He moved up to my hair to wash it. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squeezed it into my black hair. Little did I know that this was a strong shampoo. He rubbed it into my long hair and massaged my scalp. I closed my eyes as it felt so good. I felt his hands wrap around my wet body. He hugged me from behind whilst placing kisses along my shoulder.

"Ok, you can wash it off now." He said as I opened my eyes. I just nodded as I stepped into the waterfall. The drops of water hit my body, making it shimmer and glisten. I opened my eyelids to see Elvis's eyes wide In shock.

"What." I said.

"Uhm, your hair." I instantly lifted my hand up to feel my hair. It didn't feel any different. I removed my hand and it was covered in black hair die. I looked down to see the water wich was now a dark grey/black. I looked back up at Elvis.

"What shampoo did you use?"

"I don't know, It said that it was strong."

"That's the thing, it's too strong." I said as I touched my now blonde hair. This blonde hair held so many memories. It was beautiful, though. Elvis's hand travelled to my long golden hair.

"I like it blonde, it looks so pretty." A smile rose on my face when I heard his kind words. If Elvis liked it, then it was staying that way. I turned around to turn the shower off. Elvis opened the shower curtains and stepped out. He took a towel and wrapped it around my body. He also got one for himself. He carried me into the bedroom, bridal style. He playfully threw me onto the lavish bed as giggles escaped my mouth.

"Shhhh, Jasmine is sleeping." He said as he looked at baby Jasmine. He walked over to the wardrobe and grabbed one of his shirts and and some panties. He handed them to me.

"Your pidgamas." He said as he dried off. I slipped them on. His t-shirt smelt of his cologne. I got into the bed whilst he put his underwear on. He got into the bed next to me and wrapped his big arms around me. I felt cosy and warm. He whispered into my ear.

"I will always love you, honey."

"I will forever love you too." I said as I felt his lips place kissed on my neck and face. From that day forward, I was madly in love.

2 years later

Jasmine was two years old, and I was back in the modelling business. I was slim and pretty again. Me and Elvis were still happier than ever. I had gotten everything I wanted in life. I was making thousands of dollars a week and was living my best life with Elvis, my fiancé.

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