#have i ever played or watched ss

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Hey I gotta ask somethin’ that’s been on my mind for a hot minute-and I mean this question without any bit of malice, discontent, nor gatekeeping snobbishness! But how many of the Resident Evil games have you played?

none 😔

i know, im a resident evil poser.....

in all seriousness growing up i have a very strict mom so it was no gun game allowed, she didnt like violent games and she could see my purchases for the games i would get so i was not allowed to until i turned 18 last year in may

she is still very upset at the idea of it but will not stop me anymore, she just does that mom sigh where she looks at u with that face like "fine u do it but its gonna end up horribly and im gonna be like i told u so"

i havent played any of them yet, my introduction to the games was markiplier :P, i watched him play re7 a while ago, forgot about it and watched him play re8 and got obssesed and then rewatched him play re7 again LOL

i played through re7 and re8 again with my friend in a vc (they were playing) and thats pretty much it

i dont plan on watching or playing any of the other games because i really dont care about the other characters (not in a mean way i promise !!! i just literally only care about ethan im sorry 😭)

i do plan on playing re7 though and i am very excited, it will be the first time i ever play a game like that with the guns and the survival aspect ! i am also very scared though LOL

ill be streaming it on a twitch channel and if people r interested ill plug it here too! thanks for message!

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[allzelemonz]

Settle: Merle Dixon X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘man’ and ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut, language Warnings: Slurs (homophobic), Merle Dixon is his own warning, mention of Merle’s SS symbol, typical southern prejudice/homophobia, neck kissing, anal fingering, anal sex, cockwarming, hand job, cuddling, top Merle and bottom Reader Summary: After striking out with every woman in camp, Merle turns to you and ignores the gay aspect of sleeping with another man in favor of getting laid. A/N: Imagine my lack of surprise but utter disappointment in finding no male reader shit for Merle. Written out of spite. Enjoy.

After a third pill and a third strikeout, Merle is almost certain he’ll have to handle himself tonight. No woman in the whole damn camp wants any action, even with a touch of good ol’ Southern charm Merle attempted. Not a bite from anyone. So Merle stumbled through the cluster of tents, only half as high as he’d like to be and blue balls stiff between his legs. Just as he’s about to turn a corner towards his tent on the outskirts with his brother’s, he catches a pretty sight.

Not that Merle is gay. Of course not. But the man is asleep with his tent partly unzipped, shirt off and back arched like a damn whore. How could Merle not stare just a little. His eyes trail over your back, bare and just fuzzied by the drugs in his system that he may mistake things enough to ignore the dick between your legs.

So he kicks your foot, waking you up.

Your hand goes to your knife first, then you turn to see it’s not something dead behind you. “What, Merle?”

“Ya a queer?”

You squint at him, off put by the way he says it. “Why’re you asking?”

He shrugs. “Fella can’t be curious.”

“Not with that Nazi symbol on your bike you can’t.” You close your hand around your knife. “Go away.”

Merle chuckles, raising his hand in mock surrender. “Woah, woah, there… I was just askin’.”

You stare at him for a moment. “Fine. Yeah, I like men. I’m a queer. Are we done here?”

Merle bites at the inside of his cheek, trying to come up with the right words. “Ya let me fuck ya?”

“What?” You ask, sitting up to look at him properly.

Merle scoffs. “Ya heard me. Would ya?”

“Why would you-“

“Ladies ‘round here bein’ stingy.” Merle shrugs. “Hole’s a hole.”

“You’re joking.” You say in disbelief.

“Ain’t like I never fucked an ass before. It’s the same shit.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s really not.”

“Aw, come on, I’ll be quick.” Merle attempts a pout. “Ain’t no trouble.”

You sigh, shaking your head because you know it’s a dumb idea somewhere deep down. “Fine.”

Merle grins. “Atta boy.”

“Get on with it then.” You sigh, watching Merle step inside. “Zipper.”

Merle turns and zips the tent closed behind him, fumbling with it for longer than any regular person would. When he turns his hands go straight to his belt.

You watch his fingers move for a second. “You ever fucked another man before.”

Merle snorts. “Course not. I ain’t a queer.”

“It’s a little different, you know.”

“What?” Merle sneers. “I gotta play with yer pecker er somethin’?”

You shake your head. “Not necessarily. But you have to stick your fingers in for a while and stretch things out.”

“Yer just picky.”

“Maybe. Just do it, asshole, or I’m not gonna let you fuck anything.”

Merle pulls his belt free. “Fine. Pants off then, sweetheart.”

You huff, annoyed at Merle already, but it’s been far too long since you’ve had this chance. You pull your pants off, ignoring Merle’s eyes on your legs and turn around to lay on your stomach.

“Alright.” Merle grins, shuffling up behind you and nudging your legs apart. “What am I doin’ here, sweetheart?”

You turn your head back, half wanting to see the sight. “Put your fingers in your mouth.”

“Why?”

“Spit’s the only lube we have.” You mutter. “Just do it.”

Merle glares slightly, but does as he’s told and presses three fingers past his lips. He sucks on them, his other hand already going to your hip. It’s clear he’s never been the type to do this with any of the women he’s been with either. Without prompting, he drops the hand down and traces until he finds your rim.

“Ya ready for Merle’s magic fingers, boy?”

“Shut up.”

Merle chuckles, circling his finger around before slowly pushing inside. “Whew…” Merle exclaims. “Tight little thing, ain’t ya?”

You open your mouth to speak but Merle’s finger drags against your prostate and all you can manage is a groan as you bury your face down into your pillow.

He leans over you, his hand moving up to grip at the bare skin of your chest. “I find somethin’ good?”

You nod, mindlessly pushing back into him. “Fuck, Merle…”

He repeats the drag, his fingers moving quickly to fuck whatever sounds he can get out of you. You don’t expect much more, but he leans down and presses his lips to your neck. He trails sloppy kisses over your skin, his fingers fully thrusting into you at a quick pace.

“You want me?” Merle murmurs next to your ear. “Want Merle to fuck ya better than some fairy ever could, don’t ya?”

“Yeah…” You answer, spreading your legs as much as you can. “Why you’re here, isn’t it?”

Merle grins against your skin. “You just be a good boy. You’re good at that.”

He sits back up, removing his fingers and positioning himself properly behind you. His hands fix on your waist, pulling you back and propping you up on your widespread knees. You feel his tip press against you for just a second before he presses inside. There certainly isn’t enough lubrication or preparation, so the stretch of being entered hurts just enough to make a few whines form in your throat. Merle pushes all the same, stretching you open and filling you up with everything he has.

He groans as he bottoms out, running a hand over your spine. “You feel so damn good, sweetheart.” He squeezes your hip slightly. “Might turn me gay…”

Before you can think much about that, Merle begins to piston his hips at a quick pace. Both of his hands grip tightly at your hips and the force of his thrusts presses you forward into your pillow, only held up at the waist for Merle to fuck into you properly. You let him, relaxing into the hold and letting him use you because the slide of his dick hitting your prostate feels better than anything else. Merle pushes you down to lay flat, leaning over you and rocking into you as his head dips against your shoulder. The sleeping bag below you rubs at your dick with every thrust Merle gives you.

“Knew I liked you.” Merle mutters, half to himself. “Better than any damn woman… shit, sweetheart.”

Merle’s hips stutter and he groans as he releases, burying himself as deep as he can into you. You take heavy breaths as Merle relaxes on top of you, trying to ignore the squirming feeling of not having finished. Then Merle’s hand snakes under you, pumping furiously fast and gripping hard until you mutter his name and your vision blurs for a moment as you spurt cum onto your sleeping bag.

His hand slows to a massaging tempo and you can hear him inhaling strongly. “Ya gotta let me do that again sometime, boy.” He murmurs. “God, yer making me inta a queer.”

“Happy to help.” You mutter, still catching your breath.

Merle chuckles, letting both arms encircle you as he fully lets himself relax on top of you. “So ya liked my dick in ya?”

You bury your head into your pillow, avoiding his annoying question.

Merle chuckles. “Lemme sleep here?”

“Whatever.”

“Can I fuck ya in the mornin’?”

“If you want.”

He grins, settling his lips right next to your ear. “Ya gonna help keep little Merle warm all night too?”

You groan as he pushes against you, his soft dick still filling you and linking the both of you together. “Just sleep, jackass.”

He chuckles again. “Whatever you say, queer.”

#merle dixon #merle dixon x reader #merle dixon x male reader #twd #twd x reader #twd x male reader #the walking dead x male reader #the walking dead x reader #x reader #x male reader #fanfic

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My yandere Invincible posts have been getting notes recently now that season 2 is starting and there's a specific idea I have in my head for platonic yandere dad Nolan x daughter Reader because of a scene from the first episode, the scene from Mark's past where (small spoiler I guess) Nolan visibly heavily contemplates killing Mark and Debbie (because Mark might not get his powers and, he doesnt want to fail his mission) but quickly stops himself and is clearly ashamed for what he almost did

I keep thinking of a specific scenario. Reader is his second-born daughter who is a couple years younger than Mark and you're his little princess and you're just, outside playing while your parents occasionally peek out at you through the glass door/window to the backyard and, you're like 5 or 6 when things just, suddenly change, it hits you like lightning. Things look differently, they smell different, the sun on your skin feels different, the toys in your hands feel lighter and weirder than before, and when you start to slowly squeeze them, they start to break, but, you're smart and fast enough to stop.

But it's not JUST your body. It's your MIND. Suddenly you're remembering all those cartoons you've ever watched, practically every memory you have, every experience, every fact.

Temporarily, ever so briefly, you start to float, and you easily figure out how to put yourself down.

You're so excited you can't even make a sound-- you've got your powers like Dad!-- and you go to tell your parents, and you see then talking inside. You don't want to interrupt and wait outside patiently, deciding you'll go in when they're done talking even ss you're bouncing in excitement. And, you see everything from Ducktape Man to Mom and Dad talking to that menacing movement your father made, where some animalistic instinct inside of you knew it was HOSTILE and, in just a few moments, you're putting it all together, like either some gullible kid who believes everything in cartoons, or, perhaps, someone who just became a lot, lot smarter: you start hypothesizing that Nolan must be evil and has some hidden ulterior motive. Why would Nolan be so mad at Mark not having powers to the point of violence, murder? Oh, because if Mark didn't have powers, he wouldn't be like dad, he'd be a human? Does dad not like humans? Does dad want to hurt humans? Is there any other reason Dad seems to almost NEED his offspring to be Viltrumites too?

Oh, is Dad a bad alien who wants his children to leave Earth and human culture behind for their roots? And if he doesn't succeed, he'll snap? Is it like in those cartoons where the evil father tries to bring his kid to the darkside and the hero has to fight and defeat them even if it hurts?

The whole theory and coming into your powers is surreal, it's inhuman, but it's the new you, the new Viltrumite you. You burst into tears as you become overwhelmed and stressed at the idea you might have to fight your evil dad, lying to your father, no, Nolan, that you were crying because you broke your toy on accident and he has to shush you as he promises you a new one but your chubby little kid arms aren't squeezing him as tight as they used to

You start keeping secrets. You start watching him all the time, the things he does, the things he says, and the more and more, you become convinced. He never stops treating you as his little angel, and you even notice, he's, for some reason, gentler with you than Mark and, as you grow older, you realize it's because you're a girl and for whatever reason he's falling into the very stereotypical role of, treating both you and Mark very well overall, but, also being more lenient with you, telling Mark he has to be a good brother and protect his baby sister, Nolan always trying to buy you little sweets, but, after you saw what you did, your behavior towards him immediately shifts. You try to act the same to avoid arousing suspicion but you aren't nearly as affectionate and, as you get older, you take advantage of using puberty and needing independence as an excuse to put emotional walls up and distance yourself from him, even as he constantly tries to engage and spend time with you

Your family is worried what's wrong with you when you start calling him Nolan instead of dad, you suddenly don't want to spend time with him, your mom, and even your brother. You start working the second you're legally old enough, but, despite how bright and inquisitive you were as a kid, your grades are. Average. As in, deliberately average. You can never let Nolan know what you are. As you age and hear more and more of his comments where you can tell he's insulting not just anyone in particular, but the entire human race, you steel yourself, because you know, you know this man cannot be your father anymore, and you may even have to kill him. But you're so overly cautious about him and anyone else not finding out that you're limited at training options. You can't just fly anywhere, you can't just practice martial arts against normal humans, but, you find ways to make it work. You work manual labor jobs your father scoffs at, you wait until night and/or you know he's off planet to practice flying in one single field where you can see for miles all around you and see any witnesses or planes coming

You are a daughter with every intention of either abandoning her family and leaving the planet, or killing her father. Once you realized that you were an alien, unlike Mark and unbeknownst to Nolan, you're more like your father than you realize. You become more apathetic to humanity, more nonchalant about where you are in life. Suddenly you don't have to worry about your grades or college or things like that because, well, what good will earth stuff do you in outer space? Maybe you'll pick up some more practical knowledge but, really, the only reason you don't leave the planet once you start getting older is literally just that, one you're still attached to Mark and Debbie, and two, you don't have a flight suit and know your clothes will burn up and. You wanna get out of here but you don't want to be naked in space!!

Like picture this. Mark has just gotten his powers and you're heartbroken because, over the last decade your father started spending significantly more focus on Mark instead of you, inviting him to things he doesn't even mention to you, finally shifting almost his exclusive attention to his son, and, now Mark is "just like dad", already starting to get full of himself because hes stronger and "better", which worries you because, you eventually deduce Nolan is some kind of invader who is having kids to be soldiers. Like imagine sitting at the dinner table and Mark is all "don't worry sis, I bet you're a late bloomer too :) youll get your powers soon" and Nolan pipes in like "yeah and then we can all go out flying together" and you just look him dead in the eyes and don't reply. You're constantly having to temper your anger and keep up your ruse because if you're too openly hostile, he'll figure it out, and you have literally not a single doubt in your mind that he'll kill you for his mission, which is funny because you've actually adapted a lot of the "don't care I'm an alien" mindset that he wanted Mark to have

Nolan has no idea why you clearly hate him, why you fake smiles, why you stopped spending time with him. He still remembers when you were a toddler and you were running around, skinning your knees all the time and picking yourself up with little sniffles like nothing happened because you just wanted to keep running and exploring and playing SO bad. You used to be so bright. He had such high hopes for you. Honestly he always thought you would potentially outmatch Mark and be his strongest child, but. Here you are, a straight C student, working manual labor jobs, completely average, and refusing to bond with him in any way. He can tell you're keeping some sort of secret from him, but whenever he goes to confront you about it, you're... surprisingly scared, but, not as scared as you should be, in the nuanced ways one would shrink away as a child being scolded by their parent. It's almost like... you're holding some sort of grudge against him

I couldn't decide which version I prefer in terms of Reader finally being exposed. Maybe you don't realize Mark is trailing you and he finds out and tells Nolan behind your back under the mistaken impression you recently got your powers and was training in secret to make it a surprise. Or there's some sort of attack or disaster or accident where you're shot by a robber or they attempt to stab you and it just, dents against your skin. Or even, you start disrespecting Debbie because you're frustrated about being an alien that can't die and she let this man into her bed without truly knowing who or what he was and you're resenting her for it and you make a really awful comment and get in an argument with her and in anger she moves to slap you and fractures her hand against your invulnerable face, or you have to catch her wrist so she doesn't hurt herself and Nolan can tell by your reflexes that you're not fully human

I also just like the idea of. You're 18 and you make it very extremely clear you're moving out and your family is like, REFUSING but they technically can't stop you (although the idea of Omniman going full yandere dad and physically locking you up so his baby girl doesn't leave the nest certainly IS a nice thought) and they notice, instead of packing your things, you're donating them, getting rid of them. The day of your move happens and you're standing there with only a backpack and you haven't told them Any details about where you're going or, just, ANYTHING, and Nolan is looking at you like a big sad hound dog "can't I at least drive you 🥺" and you're like " :) no that's OK, I've got my own ride" AND JUST FLYING AWAY. I just think it'd be extremely relatable and hilarious if you keep up the ruse for so many years and you finally blow your cover because you lose your temper or because you've been hurt emotionally. Nolan tries to ground you, "March upstairs right now young lady!" and you're just like "march?" As you start levitating away just to spite him and he's picking his jaw off the floor. Mark sees you acting out one day "You're just jealous because dad likes spending time with me over you and you don't have any powers" and youre so hurt at seeing your big brother who you've been wanting to protect all this time become a pawn of your father that you just start hovering in the air right then and there, "you can have dad. You can have everything. I'm not even staying on this planet anymore"

I dunno, I kinda like the idea of Reader being this kind of, you know, still kind and all that, but a really almost, inhuman figure in the sense that your specific alien genetics or mutation causes you to kind of snap onto Genius Mode and you become sort of this calculating detached figure who pretends to be human and is openly hateful to your entire family because, as you see it, you're on your own and don't need or want them, you're different than them, your mental abilities are different even from Nolan's, and, meanwhile, said superhero is desperate to find out why his little girl hates her Daddy so much. He's still, you know, got that Viltrum in him, but Debbie and Earth has drawn out more of his humanity and he does love you, he does want you in his life, and it HURTS for you to reject him

But then he finds out about your powers and. Suddenly you're just supposed to magically forget how he started pushing you away too as he wants to bond with you again, teach you, train you. He has no idea he's proving your years of theories right as, he is overjoyed at discovering you have powers, like, you very clearly detect the "oh thank GOD you're not ACTUALLY a lowly human" energy oozing off of him and you realize you were right all along, you really were never more than just an extension of this narcissistic man from his freak species of savages, that he came to Earth with ulterior motives and it's dangerous for you to continue to be around him

You can try to pull away from him all you want, but even if he never found out about your powers, Nolan won't ever let you slip through his fingers. He knows how heartless and cruel this galaxy can be, and, if you're really truly such a fragile little eggshell of a human, then, clearly you need your doting dad looking after you until you're a little old lady passing away of old age while he looks exactly the same as the day you were born. But. That's not what's going to happen because even if that scenario came to pass he would quickly see that you aren't aging. There's no way you can fake that.

I just imagine a Reader who hardens herself into a true soldier and starts planning for the day you kill your father. You lure him out one day into a certain area and you jump him with like Homura vs Walpurgisnacht levels of preparation, hurling all sorts of materials and chemicals and objects at him, testing what works yet nothing does, coming at him with all sorts of different attacks and techniques you've had to teach yourself and pick up on your own, but, he's older than you, FAR older, and much more experienced, and he finally has to do something he hates and punches you in the gut so hard it makes you collapse and start throwing up but, he's just. POSITIVELY EUPHORIC. you just tried to kill your own father at like 17, 18, 20 years old and he's standing here "I KNEW IT, I knew you were special! Did you plan all this? Wow! you even tried to pierce my heart! where did you even get explosives from, did you make these?" Like he's THRILLED at the absolute sheer brutality, like, you just tried to KILL HIM kill him and he's like "Awwww I'm so proud 🥰🥰🥰 my little baby girl is a true viltrumite" and now YOU'RE FUCKED because now he loves you more than ever and, he was lowkey becoming massively depressed at the idea of outliving you, losing you, having to see you die, and now he doesn't have to, so. Now he can have both of his kids for rhe next hundreds and thousands of years 🥰 he has so many things he wants to show and teach you, so, now that he's seen how truly capable you are, it's time to start your training, but also, making up for all that lost bonding time you spent pushing dear old dad away ❤️

#yandere invicible #yandere nolan grayson #yandere x reader #yandere stuff #sinprompts #also. ok. kind of this same concept but. anon was right. this same concept but like miguels daughter realizing hes an imposter #hes scary hot. hes like. kidnap you and force you to be the mother of hia children scary hot

[bau-drabbles]

a/n: heavily inspired by those all posts but i can't find who they're from, i'm sorry 😭

your instagram but you're dating aaron hotchner :)

except i have no idea how to write for hotch/the team so it's definitely ooc 😹

part 2, 3, 4

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y/n_xo: bearded aaron hottie >> 😮‍💨😮‍💨

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a.hotch: you tell me this after i shaved it all off

y/n_xo: you're still a hottie! just a beardless one 🤍

a.hotch: i'll grow it back for you

y/n_xo: my whole husband 🫶🥹

penny.garcia: you both make my heart so warm 💗 the ice king has finally melted his heart, this'll be such a good story for your kids! 🥹

d.morgan: yall make me so sick

its.emilyp: i feel like this man popped outta the womb with a glare looool

a.hotch: 🤨

its.emilyp: 🙂***

itsjj: suddenly i fear you have a whole stack of paperwork to complete

its.emilyp: and you'd be correct 😪

penny.garcia: SIR 🗣 AYO SIR 🗣🗣 SIR YOU LOOKIN FINE SIR 🗣🗣🗣🗣

reid.gram: not you thirsting over our BOSS 😦

d.morgan: i don't like this, babygirl

itsjj: sometimes sharing is not caring

its.emilyp: i hate it here ☹

penny.garcia: that wasn't me!! 😩 @/y/n_xo grabbed my phone!

y/n_xo: my bad, can't be thirsting on the main 🧍‍♀️

d.morgan: you can barely even see me, why we so blurry?

reid.gram: did you really expect high quality pictures from @/y/n_xo, be honest

the.davidrossi: always the blind ones out here taking 240p pictures

y/n_xo: always the old ones with the most audacity

d.morgan: FOULL 🤣

reid.gram: see, me personally i wouldn't take that type of disrespect

y/n_xo: all that iq and you still can't find a date 😔🤞

its.emilyp: that's my girl 😏

a.hotch: you stop influencing her right now

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y/n_xo: new boyfriend applications, this one is mean 😒

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a.hotch: wait does that sign not mean something good?

its.emilyp: no it does! nowadays it means peace and happiness

d.morgan: yeah it's also a way to say you love someone a lot

a.hotch: really? @/y/n_xo 🙂🖕❤

itsjj: LMAOOO

reid.gram: I CANT BREATHE

penny.garcia: IVE ALREADY SS THIS AND SENT IT ON THE GC 😂

y/n_xo: my poor man 😭

a.hotch: all of you are getting into trouble

its.emilyp: so worth it 😹

yourexname: i miss you ❤

a.hotch: you're going to miss when you didn't write this

penny.garcia: currently documenting every second of this

reid.gram: we're watching a historical event unfold, you guys

itsjj: i'm a little concerned for this man's safety

its.emilyp: hey, alls fair in love and war 😍

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y/n_xo: never leave your phone unattended pls

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reid.gram: of course you choose the one picture of my double chin

y/n_xo: it's always out wdym

reid.gram: .... oh

d.morgan: you walked straight into that one, pretty boy

penny.garcia: you guys are so mean 😭 my poor boy wonder

reid.gram: all these haters and for what? 😒

its.emilyp: i smell the cheetos from here

itsjj: i did not eat any 😡

y/n_xo: liar. they were on the side

its.emilyp: called it. my cheeto girl ❤

penny.garcia: time to play cupid, methinks 😌

y/n_xo: budge over will, emily's taking your place ‼️‼️

its.emilyp: 😏

itsjj: 😳

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y/n_xo: two best friends in a room.... they might kiss 😳

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the.davidrossi: how can i delete someone else's picture?

d.morgan: don't be embarrassed rossi, embrace your truth ✊

itsjj: we support you ✊

its.emilyp: sassy king ✊

reid.gram: hey, at least you and @/its.emilyp have something in common ✊

its.emilyp: literally choke

penny.garcia: you owe me 5 bucks @/y/n_xo 🥳

the.davidrossi: i hate all of you

itsjj: aww they look a little like henry and jack, forced to take a picture

a.hotch: that's because we were. this was the 10th picture

y/n_xo: that's cause you're so pretty ❤

the.davidrossi: i genuinely got heatstroke after this. never ever take pictures if @/y/n_xo is near

y/n_xo: :(

a.hotch: ignore him, he's on his sixth wife for a reason. i love all your pictures sweetheart ❤

y/n_xo: :")

penny.garcia: the absolute CUTENESS i CANNOT 😩🥹💗💗

its.emilyp: i can be a better boyfriend than him

y/n_xo: i love you

a.hotch: i am sorry??

reid.gram: damn the silence is loud

itsjj: reid don't be an instigator..... but do i sense a relationship forming? 👀

d.morgan: nah, i could treat you way better princess

a.hotch: @/d.morgan and @/its.emilyp both of you in my office now

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #derek morgan #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #david rossi #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch fluff #aaron hotch hotchner

[anantaru]

so guys 🙋🏻‍♀️🌸 i have finished the entire new quest at last and omg 👼🏼 like this was outstanding!! you see, what i really enjoy about star rail is that it gives me similar vibes to hi3 in terms of the darkness in the plot, since hi3 is my favorite hoyo game i always love seeing stuff from it or just similar instances. SO YOU KNOW FOR A FACT I WAS SO HYPED WHEN ACHERON SHOWED UP 🤺 especially with the hi3 story with kiana as the mc being over and although i still love hi3 the most, kiana, mei and bronya, that trio, they were all the best characters together AAAARGHHH I SWEAR AND JUST THE ENTIRE STORY LINE WAS SOOO GOOD, I miss them all together as a trio and especially kiana, the best hoyo MC FOR LIFE. 🙋🏻‍♀️🩷

also 🤠 ^^ that frame with sunday and dr ratio like 😙😙 WAS SO FUNNY I HAD TO SS IT. 🤺

the amount of cutscenes we got to see again was so fun, it felt like watching a movie slowly unfold while you got to be a part of it 🩷 you can tell that hoyoverse gets better and better with each update on whatever game and that the cutscenes are always so well done (i always liked them but the constant upgrades ??? insane) 🙏🏻

+ the acheron one shotting aventurine lmao 🧎🏻‍♀️ it was my favorite though ngl HAHA 🙋🏻‍♀️🩷 no matter how much i like aventurine as a character, MEI OMG MEEEIIIIII 👹🩷 SHE WILL FOREVER BE MY LOVE LIKE I KNOW ITS ACHERON BUT YOU GET WHAT I MEAN !!!!! 🙇🏻‍♀️ LIKE THE CUTSCENE WITH HER HORNS OH MY GOOOD THE NOSTALGIA LIKE YES GO OFF SHOW THEM

also guys, idk but aventurine's boss fight, 🤠 i personally expected more like it was so easy to beat ?! I THOUGHT I WOULD STRUGGLE BUT HE DIED PRETTY QUICKLY BUT ITS FINE, I STILL LIKE HIS CHARACTER 🌸🙋🏻‍♀️. + i was happy hoyoverse showed us his backstory and took their time to flash it out and not gloss over it in idk one/two scenes, but they really took their time with it which was amazing 🩷

also jade looks so cool as well! the design is very pretty and i can't wait to see diamond too, or the rest of the ten stonehearts but they're hyping diamond up so much like another emanator?? yes please, i'm all in🧎🏻‍♀️🩷

this entire quest gave me movie vibes, you were on edge the entire time and even during side quests you had to take, it was still very intense. it actually took me quite a bit to finish it of course since i'm someone who doesn't skip dialog, but it was so worth it and the best way to relax after a long day of moving my body 🩷 just laying in bed, playing while drinking tea!!

what i wanted to say too, guys honestly sunday is not okay HAHAHAHAHAHAH 🌝 I MEAN LIKE you guys🧎🏻‍♀️, that shiver in his voice at times and you can tell he low-key doesn't even know how to handle all of that either, of course, for one he looks like everything is accounted for while in the other, he sounds like he's losing his mind and can we blame him ???? when he went "why did you kill her" and lowkey cussed gallagher out i was like damn 🤠 okay 😏 HAHA + i'm somebody that doesn't think too much about theories, instead i love eagerly waiting for the next patch!! so i'm excited for what's coming 🩷 + robin's song slaps.

last but not least 🤺 you see, gallagher wasn't really somebody i was very interested in, but damn the second he turned dangerous and spicy i went oh my oh hey what's up ?? 😏 giggles HAHA LIKE WHAT IS IT ABOUT MEN WHO ARE JUST SUDDENLY EVIL AND IDK MAYBE HE ISNT COMPLETELY RIGHT AAAAAA OOOOO UUUU WWWWW AAAAA but anyways, 🌸 the last cutscene low-key hurt me like what do you mean sunday gets off screened while i was saving up for him for what? 👹 ever since fuxuan like how can you do this to me + no way they're dead dead 🤠because the last conversation aventurine had with acheron was very important to the next patch i'm pretty sure! 🩷

all in all guys!! 🩷 this quest was beautifully done, it had a lot of hard, dark stuff and it reminded me a lot of hi3, that's why i give it a 10/10, very well done. 🌸🩷

#، 𝜗𝜚 —￤ yoru plays [honkai star rail] ⋆ #honkai star rail spoilers #hsr spoilers

[dadddybangtan]

Strawberry Milk 18+ (oneshot)

pairing: sub! soobin x gn! service dom y/n

synopsis: reader wants to fulfill soobin’s sexual desires of food play. 

cw: slight brat soobin, tall big d*ck sub soobin, praise k!nk, pet names, food pl^y, oral, f!ngering, ^ss eating, cvm swallowing, hint of service bottom soobin

word count: 1.6k

part two

a.n. first oneshot in a long time. i think it might be time to create a master list? please reblog & leave feedback </3

Y/N POV

On my way home from work, I ran to the market to pick up a few things my partner, Soobin, needed. Soy milk, dinner rolls, cinnamon sticks and cookie dough ice cream were the items he sent me. He always had a random list and I was always willing to shop it for him. I couldn’t stop myself from picking up the strawberries and whipped cream in the produce aisle. The strawberries were freshly picked and it had been a while since I bought whipped cream. 

Walking into our apartment, Soobin greeted me in an oversized off-white sweater and a pair of jeans. He was so cute, I had to kiss him the moment I saw him. 

“I got the stuff you needed, baby.” 

“Thanks,” He blushed, taking the grocery bag from my hand and walking over to the kitchen island, “Hey, I didn’t ask for these.”

He pulled the strawberries and whipped cream from the bag and set them on the table. 

“I know, silly, they’re for me,” I said, grabbing the whipped cream, shaking the bottle and popping the top. “And you.”

I filled my mouth with the fluffy cream and dotted his nose with some as well. His smile was unbearably cute as he was a bit surprised by my action. I licked the cream from his nose and he looked down at me with big, doe eyes. 

“And me?”

“I may have taken a peek at your porn history.” I said before filling my mouth with another round of whipped cream.

“Y/N!” He pouted.

“Soobinnie, baby, it's not my fault you left your browser open. You didn’t even close the tab.”

He was silent, embarrassed by his own sexual fantasies. He didn’t have to be. I always knew he had a thing for food ever since he got a hard-on watching me eat a juicy watermelon. That was a month or so ago, so it was only a matter of time until I played into his sensual desires.

I opened the case of strawberries and grabbed the biggest one by the stem. But raising it up to his cute, heart-shaped lips, he didn’t want to bite.

“What’s the matter, lost your appetite?”

He just pursed his mouth in rebellion. I saw it in his eyes; Soobin was being a brat.

“Oh, don’t be like that. I know you want it.”

He remained silent and unresponsive, slightly raising an eyebrow and challenging me. That’s when I used my other hand to grip his bulge in my palm. Soobin let out a small whimper, allowing a gap in his mouth for the tip of the strawberry to slip in. 

“Take a bite for me, hm,” I eased it between his teeth, slowly watching his mouth open wider for the fruit until he sunk his teeth in, “That’s my good boy.”

He moaned softly on the praise, his eyebrows pulled together in pleasure and sweet, pink juice went dripping down his chin. I used my tongue to lick it up and kiss him again. His lips were soft as ever with the lingering strawberry taste. I gently bit his bottom lip and I felt his dick throb in my hand. I took that cue to feed him the rest of the berry and catch the juices as they fell. I kissed him again, that time kissing down his sharp jaw and supple neck. I licked and gnawed at him as he swallowed. 

“How did that feel, baby?”

He could only close his eyes, licking his lips and humming in satisfaction. His dick was still growing in my palm. Yet he was speechless.

“Use your words, darling.” I said, squeezing his meat. 

“G-good. It felt good.” 

“Do you want more?”

He nodded eagerly. 

“Can you take your pants off for me?”

He half heartedly opened his eyes to look down at me. He smiled bashfully before reaching down to undo his jeans. The bulge in his underwear turned me on so much. I palmed him again, his print clearer now without the jeans. 

“Thank you, baby, you're such a good boy.” I said as I grabbed another strawberry from the case. 

Soobin prettily opened his mouth and slightly stuck his tongue out. He’s so cute. I teased the berry on his tongue, let him get used to the grooves. He eventually grew tired of teasing and decided to wrap his lips around the tip and take a bite. As juice spilled in and out of his mouth, his dick throbbed and grew more. 

Starting at his collarbone and trailing up to his dripping lips, I traced my tongue on his skin. His cock poked my thigh, he was fully hard. I reached into his underwear and pulled his length out so I could stroke him properly. He moaned and whimpered as he softly chewed the strawberry. 

I set the stem on the counter and watched Soobin lick his lips. He began swirling his hips in small circles to accelerate the handjob I was giving him. A smile crept to my lips watching my handsome boyfriend living out his wildest fantasies. I reached over to grab the whipped cream and traced a line down his shaft, putting extra on the tip. His hands gripped the side of the island as I kneeled down. I licked the length of his sex from the base to the tip, collecting whipped cream in my mouth. It wasn’t until I swallowed every bit of cream that I swallowed him as well. 

“Mm, fuck,’ He whimpered and moaned every time his tip hit the back of my throat, “So good.”

I brought my hand to his neatly shaved balls and squeezed the base of his sack. His cock happily jumped in my mouth.

“Oh, god,” His fingers found their way to my hair. His touch was soft and comforting. He was enjoying himself, “Gonna make me cum.”

His breathing quickened and I didn’t let up on him. The closer he got to climaxing, the more his body shook and twitched. His whining, that was once deeply exhaled, became strained and pathetic.

“C-cumming. Fuck, I’m cumming.” His weak voice pushed out. 

His warm seed filled my mouth and coated my throat. I looked up at him to find him adorably breathless before I stood up to kiss him. He caressed my head in his big hands as I held him by the waist.

“I love the way you make me feel,” He whispered into my lips, “The way you touch me.”

“Good, because I love touching you and feeling you up,” I said, gripping his tiny waist in my hands, “I wanna bend you over this counter while you feed yourself strawberries.”

Soobin bit his lip as he slowly began turning around. With my hands already on his hips, I turned him and pushed his shoulder down in one seamless move. The whimper he let out was priceless. I slipped his underwear off to reveal his cute ass and pretty, pink hole. I pushed up the hem of his sweater to kiss his lower back. As I planted more kisses, the arch in his back deepened. And as I got to the meat of his ass, he started moaning.

“Still on those strawberries, love?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Good boy.”

I grabbed the whipped cream from the counter and poured a perfect dot over his asshole. I didn't hesitate to lick it up and tease the rim with my tongue. His moans were muffled in fruit, so erotic and needy. His muscles began to relax around my tongue and I was able to glide into him with ease. 

That’s when I snuck my middle finger inside. His knees buckled beneath him, but he didn’t let himself fall. He knew I needed him bent over that counter. He knew he wanted it like that. He loosened up even more, puckered hole begging for another finger. So I gently stretched him out with my index and middle fingers. Once I found a good rhythm to finger him, he moaned perfectly in sync with me. 

“You take it so well, Soobin,” I muttered, “So pretty and perfect too.”

“Th-thank you.”

I wrapped my free hand around his waist and grabbed his dick, which was still erect even after climaxing. I stroked his fat cock while fingering his little asshole. His back was beautifully arched over the island. He looked back at me with pleading eyes and strawberry juices dripping down his chin. That was a visual I haven’t seen from him, but God, he was gorgeously sexy. I felt my core heating up and pulsing. I groaned at the pleasure of watching him. With that, his cock was fully hard in my hand and asshole pulsing around my fingers.

“I’m gonna cum again.” He mumbled into the fruit. 

“Cum for me, baby,” I said, hooking my fingers up and massaging his prostate, “Be a good boy and cum for me.”

Cupping his tip in my hand, I made sure to catch every drop of cum. It was euphoric to feel him reach his high again, to milk him with pleasure. He leaned the majority of his body weight on the island counter after I released my hold on him. 

I grabbed one of the strawberries and completely coated it in his cum before eating it in full. I don’t know what was sweeter, his cum or the fruit. But it was deliciously arousing. He seemed to enjoy the view as well.

“You taste so sweet, my love.” I said, cum coating my lips. 

“When is it my turn to taste you?”

“Whenever you want, baby,” I said as I unbuttoned my jeans, “Where do you want the whip?”

part two

#dadddybangtan #oneshot #kpop smut #txt smut #txt hard hours #soobin smut #gender neutral reader #txt x reader #soobin x reader #txt fanfic #foodgasm #soobin

[gh0st-t0wn3]

Lmk ss edits + Headcanons, Part 2 (Pigsy, Tang, Sandy, Sun Wukong, Macaque)

- He/Him

- Bisexual

- Huge environmentalist, if you put any garbage or recycling in the wrong bin expect to get at least a three hour lecture, no you can not escape this, yes MK and Mei have tried, no they did not succeed

- ONLY shops from farmers markets/family businesses, you will never catch this man supporting a corporation

- Use to steal Tang's college hoodies

- Took him the longest to get used to having Redson around and a part of the group , but eventually warmed up to him (is still kinda salty about Redson burning MK's room though)

- Grows his own herbs

- Gets incredibly frustrated when he gets the hiccups (writing this as I'm fighting off hiccups)

- Loves watching true crime shows and listening to true crime podcasts while he does household chores or while he's setting up/closing the shop

- Got his ears pierced with Tang

- MK and Mei call him mom when he's being overbearing, Tang calls him mom now too to tease him

- Once caught Mei and MK sneaking food out of the kitchen at 3am and beat them with a broom for a solid minute because he was too drowsy to recognize them and assumed they were intruders (they were fine)

- Is the type of person to call his husband (Tang) "bro", "dude" etc

- Got drunk in college once and talked about nothing but how much he loved Tang, didn't remember any of it the next day but Tang asked him out pretty quickly after that

- Exchanged a few recipes with DBK while they were at the beach, they still do exchange more recipes once in a while but they don't talk much outside of cooking related topics

- Learned how to play dnd in college because Tang liked the game and ended up liking it a lot more than he expected to so they wound up playing together all the time (they still play it once in a while if they have time)

- Him and Sandy get together every other weekend to try and help Pigsy with his anger management issues

- Never called MK his son while he was growing up because he was scared that MK's real family would show up one day to take him back home, finally realized that no one was gonna show up a short while after MK turned 10 and started acting like an actual parent (MK always saw Pigsy as his dad though)

- Always says "this is the last time" when giving Tang free noodles (it is never gonna be the last time, and Tang knows it)

- Once bumped into a mannequin at the mall and apologized to it, Tang still makes fun of him

- Use to take Mei and MK to conventions all the time until Mei learned how to drive and could take them herself

- Won't care for people getting hurt in movies but will be absolutely crushed if something happens to an animal (sobbed when he watched "A Dog's Purpose")

- Smells like noodles

- Love language is acts of service

- Keeps trying to convince Tang to come with him to family events, has yet to succeed

- Carries around an extra pair of headphones in case Tang or MK needs them

- Almost threw hands with DBK and PiF after hearing about how they treated Redson (seriously guys, I need Redson to have a good parental figure in the next season, please), this man is a father to everyone

- Snores loud as fuck, it's a wonder how Tang gets any sleep

- No fashion sense what's so ever

- Insomnia

- He/Him

- Gay

- Once zoned out and stared at a wall for six hours straight

- Desk is covered in pencil shavings and pen ink

- Constantly bruised from always falling (weak ankles)

- Fluent in Polish, don't ask why, it just feels right

- Doodled all over his books in school (they made him pay for new ones)

- Never up before sunrise

- Got in some random dudes car once thinking it was a taxi and almost got himself kidnapped

- Will make the most annoying, smart-ass remark to anything anyone says

- I'm not actually sure if it's ever mentioned in the show what Tang does for a living but it doesn't matter, he's a college history professor now

- Has grandma floral bedsheets (we've all seen his sleepwear, you cannot tell me that man doesn't have grandma floral bedsheets)

- Somehow always cold

- Constanly napping, he can and will fall asleep if he's left alone for too long (his students once caught him asleep at his desk after lunch break and dipped class)

- Used to have hexagon glasses cause he thought they looked cool but found out Pigsy liked circular ones better so he got new ones

- Still has a septum piercing he got while he was in college but keeps it flipped up, he also has ear gauges

- When he met Pigsy's parents he was super nervous and ended up passing out half way through the night because of anxiety, he has not lived it down and refuses to go to any events with Pigsy if his family is gonna be there (they actually really liked him and are disappointed when he doesn't show up)

- Doesn't own a bookshelf for some reason, everything is just piled on the floor

- Very faint freckles

- Needs a daily 'to do' list, his whole day gets thrown off if he doesn't have some kind of schedule

- Maladaptive daydreamer

- Never showers, only takes baths

- Needs headphones on crowded transportation otherwise he'll get stressed at all the noises and talking overlapping eachother

- Severe rsd (rejection sensitivity dysphoria,  "benched" was an especially bad time for him)

- Number one art appreciator and constantly drags Pigsy to museums

- Smells like a library (please tell me you know what smell I mean)

- Love language is gift giving ( and you KNOW he loves you when he shares his food with you willingly)

- 76% of the clothes he owns are thrifted

- Blind as a fucking bat, if he looses his glasses he's on the floor feeling around for them like Velma,  I swear they could be two feet in front of him but he won't even notice

- Hypersomnia

- He/Him

- Bisexual

- Huge conspiracy theorist, ask him anything and he'll have some in depth explanation on how it relates to cryptids or something (I'm talking Matpat level conspiracy theorist, seriously, someone get him help)

- Slowest typer on the planet (mainly because the screen is too small for his hands), will respond to something 3-5 minutes after they changed topics

- Made seed bombs and threw them everywhere at random around the city and now there's a bunch of flowers and vines growing everywhere

- Was the first one (Aside from Mei and MK) to welcome Redson into the group with open arms, everyone else was still kinda cautious

- Would literally die for any of his friends, no questions asked, no hesitation, just jumps in the line of danger as soon as he sees one of his friends about to get hurt

- Didn't have a lot of friends growing up until he met Pigsy in his last year of high school because everyone was afraid of him

- He and Pigsy were in a band together in college, Sandy discusses it with pride, Pigsy gets embarrassed and denies ever being in a band at all

- Since he also has scales he's the one who teaches and helps Mei look after her scales and keep them from drying or getting damaged

- Yoga master, wakes up super early to do it during sunrise

- Has the best taste in music, he can find the most amazing, tear jerking, heart wrenching, underground music ever effortlessly

- Hasn't met a single person he wasn't able to get along with

- Firmly believes in all the little wishing rituals (11:11, shooting stars, birthday candles, blowing dandelions etc)

- Learned how to whistle so he could sing along with birds

- *gets robbed* "oh, i bet he needed the money, it's ok"  "I really don't think he did." "...maybe he's gonna donate it!"

- Favourite kind of tea is earl grey

- Named one of his cats Maquack after Macaque

- Sometimes cat sits for Bai He when she goes to doctor appointments, family visits out of the city, etc

- Got his piercing while he was still in a band but kept them in because his band mates were some of his first friends and they all got pierced together

- Has a tail to help him swim better (unfortunately I could not add it in the edit above but just I imagine he has the same kind of tail as the water Na'vi in Avatar ig)

- Skin has a faint ombre to it (his hands and feet are lighter and fade around his forearms/knees to a slightly darker blue (i did add this one in my edit but unfortunately I don't think it's as visible as I wanted it to be, my bad)

- Webbed hands and feet to help him swim better

- Has adipose eyelids like a fish to protect his eyes from the water, block exposure of harmful ultraviolet light into his eyes and act as protection against impact to the eye in aquatic environments. Since his eyelids are transparent though, he has to wear a sleeping mask at night

- Smells like a mix of ocean air and tea

- Love language is quality time and physical touch (will pick up and hug his friends all the time no matter the place)

- His hair and beard always have something in them, sand, seaweed etc

- Shoes are actually really uncomfortable for him to wear because his body is evolved for an aquatic environment, but he doesn't want to be rude so he wears them anyway (Mei found out and got him a customized pair of shoes so he could be comfortable without feeling like he's being rude)

- Uses Kaomojis

- If he's not busy, or doesn't have anything planned for the next few hours, he'll spend his free time cleaning up the ocean and beaches from any garbage

- He/Him

- Pansexual

- Everything he has ever done has been an impulse decision

- Is the type of mf to kick the inside of someone knee while they're walking to make them fold (Tang is the primary victim)

- Chews his nails

- Made up his own constellations as a "fuck you" to the universe (somehow managed to convince some mortals they were real constellations too)

- Mk and Co constantly forget how ancient swk is until he says some old person shit

- Naturally has curly and untamable hair, uses glamor to avoid getting called out about not taking care of it

- Horrifically optimistic

- Always has leaves and dirt and sticks etc in his hair

- Will sit out in the rain for hours on end

- Follow up on the last hc, he's been struck by lightning.. twice

- Actually has really heavy eyebags but uses glamor to cover them up

- Gets bored super easily

- Has naturally long lashes, Mei is still convinced he's wearing makeup though

- Cannot cook for the life of him

- His memories are always in shades of gold, no ones sure if it hasn't something to do with his gold vision or not, even himself, he just can't remember things in normal colour

- Stress induced migraines from the circlet

- Not a fan of big cities but loves how the lights look at night

- Stacks of notebooks and loose paper, cannot keep anything organized

- Takes a nap everyday at exactly 2:38 without fail

- Freezes in the winter, man's house has no insulation whatsoever

- Doesn't like big crowds but also can't stand not being the center of attention

- Once picked fleas out of both MK's and his own hair and ate them, MK was and still is disgusted, he will never look at Monkey King the same way again

- Smells like Peaches (it's like the only fucking thing he eats)

- Love language is physical touch

- Kinda chubby (mostly around his stomach and thighs) but still has muscles

- Always teasing Redson about the fact that he's technically his uncle since he and DBK are sworn brothers, he finds Redson's overreactions to it funny but is secretly kinda hurt that Redson doesn't think of him as family anymore (He use to when he was a little kid but stopped seeing Wukong as family after he sealed DBK away. They've started to try and mend their relationship after the events of season 4, it's slow but it's progress)

- Sometimes the monkey's on FFM will come into his house through the windows at night to sleep with him for comfort

- Really bad with technology but pretends he's just too good for the internet so he can avoid using it without looking old

- He/Him

- Bisexual

- Says his "S"'s really sharply

- If you ask him anything about himself he'll give you a different answer to the exact same question everytime (he thinks it makes him mysterious,  it does not)

- Lower lid eyeliner >>>

- If you say something stupid or weird he'll just stare judgingly until you take it back

- Actually lost his mind when he found out what blowing bubbles were

- Drinks tea with an ungodly amount of sugar

- Chronic eye pain + headaches. It's gotten significantly better over the years but.. yk, eye gouged out

- Has a deeply relaxing voice, strangely enough

- Has tried to compliment people before but it always ends up coming off as an insult

- Classical music or heavy rock, no in-between

- It is literally impossible to take a bad picture of him

- Puts his hair up in a bun whe he doesn't wanna deal with it

- Has patches of freeze burns from LBD, along his right side (mostly just his arm).

- Theater kid

- Rose tea enjoyer

- Likes to bake sometimes and frequently exchanges recipes with Pigsy and DBK

- Like to watch the sunrise and sunset

- Hates being out in the sun too long, not having a shaded area nearby for an easy escape stresses him

- Will stare out the window while it rains, Mei once said he looked like he was pretending to be in a cringey early 2010 music video

- Hard of hearing, his six ears are very sensitive and all the fighting and screaming has definitely done some damage to them by now

- Follow up on the last HC, despite being hard of hearing he will either absolutely refuse to wear hearing aids, or will wear them (albeit begrudgingly) but cover them with glamor

- Septum and snake bite piercings he got during his emo phase

- Smells like grapes, don't ask

- Love language is quality time, he doesn't care to actually have a conversation, though, he's fine just sitting in comfortable silence

- Will use his shadow transport for the dumbest things when he's lazy, like teleporting the TV remote to him if it's on the other side of the couch, teleport a bag of chips from the pantry to him in his bedroom,  etc

- Room is covered in scented candles

- Sandy has invited him over to work out some of his problems multiple times, he doesn't really care to open up though, he just goes for the cats (Sandy let's him)

- His hair is always soft and he refuses to tell anyone what he washes with, MK has asked multiple times and he gets a different, vague answer everytime

#fanart #lego monkie kid #lego monkey kid fanart #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk sandy #lmk tang #lmk pigsy #freenoodleshipping #lmk freenoodles #monkie kid freenoodles #shadowpeach #lmk shadowpeach #lego monkie kid shadowpeach #lmk headcanon #headcanon #edit

[thejakeslayla]

hello, can you write jealous sunghoon when you have time?

╰─▸❝ sunghoon as your jealous boyfriend ❞

pairing sunghoon x gn! reader ୨୧ genre angst, fluff ୨୧ warnings jealousy but i think thats obvs

as always, sunghoon cherished your presence at his concerts. knowing that his beloved is watching him perform so attentively motivated him to put in more effort, look his best, and give his all on stage. you would often wait in the dressing room as the guys prepared. your phone was always pointed at sunghoon, capturing countless pictures of him. after his makeup was done, you would consistently compliment his appearance. some days, you would pass the time playing games on your phone while chatting with him. your presence with sunghoon relaxed him and helped ease his anxiety and overthinking. he always appreciated your company.

however, this time he regretted inviting you. arms crossed, tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, he observed you playfully interacting with jake. sunghoon would never in his life admit that he's jealous, but god, just the aura around him was telling otherwise. he gazed at you intensely, silently waiting for you to notice that he is watching.

it wasn't that he minded you talking to any of his bandmates, but he couldn't understand why you were so close to jake. almost in his arms, occasionally lightly hitting his shoulder when he cracked what seemed to be the funniest jokes ever.

sunghoon watched as jake finally glanced at him, his smile disappearing when he noticed sunghoon's irritation. he whispered something to you, and soon after, you made eye contact with sunghoon.

"finally remembered you have a boyfriend?" he muttered in a low, monotone voice as you finally took a seat next to him.

you placed your hand on his forearm, causing him to uncross his arms.

"hoonie, don't be like that." you pouted, making him look away to avoid melting in front of you.

"sunghoonie, of course i remember i have a boyfriend. i was just talking to jake, no need to be jealous." you teased. 

"who said i was jealous? talk to him as much as you want; his jokes are better than mine, aren't they?"

you couldn't help but smile at your sulky boyfriend. swiftly, you raised one of his arms, slid underneath it, and hugged his side. as you drew closer, he glanced at you once more. you took advantage of him facing you as you planted a brief kiss on his lips.

"no one is funnier than you, no one is better than you, and no one else is my boyfriend. i love only you, hoonie, okay?" you whispered as a staff member urged the boys to get ready to go on stage.

he finally dropped his grumpy act and kissed you back, unable to hide his smile. ss you felt the corners of his mouth lifting, you smiled too, breaking the kiss at the same time.

"go ahead and rock the stage, okay?"

"just for you."

requests: open © 2023 — all rights reserved to user thejakeslayla, please do not steal, plagiarise or translate any of my work !

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[hard--headed--woman]

I briefly talked about it with someone here and it made me think so much that I had to make a post about it - why don't misandrist men get as much hate as misandrist women ?

They are men who think men are horrible and say it. Yet they do not receive the same amount of hate as a feminist saying "I hate men".

There's an example that I find interesting and that I thought I'd share : some decades ago, a very famous leftist french singer, Renaud, made a song that quickly became very popular and loved. It's called "Miss Maggie" and it basically says that men are trash and that women are superior. The thing is, absolutely everyone praises him for it and loves that song. I guess there are some conservatives and incels who hate it, but the vast majority of the country, men and women, loves it ; people say Renaud is amazing and a genius for writing it and that the song is wonderful. Here is a link if you want to listen to it :

(He also criticizes Margaret Tatcher in that song but I won't talk about it in this post because it's not the point).

Here are some lyrics (with the english translation) just so you understand what I'm talking about :

(Bourgeois women or whores

Who are often the very same

Normal women, stars or uglies

Females of all kinds, I love you

Even to the worst moron

I dedicate these few verses

Born of my disgust for men

And their warrior morality

Because no woman on the planet

Will ever be more stupid than her brother

Nor prouder nor more dishonest)

(Woman I love you because

When sport becomes war

There are no chicks, or very few

In the hordes of fans

Crazy fanatics

Drunk on hate and beer

Defying the morons in blue

Insulting the bastards in green)

(The atomic bomb

Didn't come from a female brain

And no woman has on her hands

The blood of Native Americans.

Palestinians and Armenians

Testify from their graves

That genocides are a male thing

Like SS, bullfighters

In this fucking humanity

Murderers are all brothers

Not a woman to compete)

(Woman I love you, above all, at last

For your weakness and for your eyes

When a man's only strength

Is his gun or his cock

And when the last hour comes

Hell will be full of morons

Playing soccer or war

Playing who pisses the farthest)

Everyone loves that song and Renaud didn't receive any hate for writing it. Now imagine if a woman had written it? Just imagine the amount of hate a female singer would receive if she wrote a song like this. That could ruin her carreer and I am not exaggerating.

Renaud is also known for saying other misandrist things. I remember watching an interview with him, in which he's said that "Women are always there to heal wounds, repair damage, get things done... Unfortunately, there are still too few of them in important positions where they can participate in decision-making", "The oldest form of discrimination is discrimination against women. They are the first group we decided to hate and oppress", "Politicians and religions don't want to let women be more than virgins or whores. They don't want to let them be human beings, women, fulfilled people, with a personality, who work...", "It's not long since women have had the right to vote in France. And what's more, when I see women voting for a man, it gives me the same feeling as if I saw a crocodile going to a leather shop of its own free will...".

And in the comments, absolutely everyone was praising him, calling him a king, an angel and what not. No one to call him names or to tell him horrible things. No one to act as if he's said the craziest thing ever, no one to act as if he committed a crime. Sure some people disagree and insult women, but there is not a lot of hatred against him. Again, a woman would have received a lot of hate if she had said things like that. Just read what men have to say about Delphine Seyrig criticizing the patriarchy and the "indifference of men".

The point of that post isn’t to say that Renaud is The Feminist Ally, that he's perfect and one of the good guys or whatever. I just want to point out that a man criticizing men, saying he hates them, calling out their behaviour (and even saying women are superior!) will never receive the same amount of hate as a woman barely saying "I hate men" or ever way "nicer" things. Sounds like everyone knows why we hate men and even agrees with us deep inside, and just hate when women speak up about it. Sounds like they don't have a problem with misandry but with women 🤷🏽‍♀️

#radblr #radical feminism #misandry #anti misandry #misandrist #proud misandrist #men are trash #radfem safe #radfem #radical feminist safe #radical feminists please touch #renaud #miss maggie #french music #Spotify

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❝ hc: they have a crush on s/o ❞ — knights + 2wink

character(s) ! knights / 2wink / gn! reader [separate] warning ! nothing.. just floof... i mean fluff note ! i proofread the whole thing, might miss some typos or incorrect facts by mistake.. that's all.. also a reposted work of mine from my watty and pardon my editing skill

- he'll try to find s/o anywhere he could since he felt all bubbly everytime he's staying near them, he wanted to know what is he feeling - upon finding them, he'll probably jumped and called out for the whole world to hear - " s/o !! there you are, my inspiration !! my muse !!~ " - they were confused so much, ended up standing there and looking weirdly at leo - still smiles sweetly at him - again, he felt the bubbly feeling inside him - leo felt content only looking and staying by their side - believe me, he'll never stop being by s/o side— not until he finds out what he's feeling

- he knew it the first time he felt it— believe me, he'll still teases s/o and say bad thing; it's his nature after all (i love him sm slapped) - maybe he'll either confess or not - your choice - but his life is not the same anymore; he's acting weird - his tsundere is showing too much - fellow knights member noticed the change - except for the person themself - sena can't help but always say something to them and sometimes, accidently made s/o cry - cue the knights members being angry at him - he's having a hard time since he knew he has a crush on them

- this beauty here !! darling is so sweet - always gives affection to s/o - but when naru had a crush on them, love and affection everywhere overloads - somehow the love and affections being showered on s/o was not an odd thing anymore - they were basically being oblivious as naru-chan tried to show her love to them - damn too sweet is all i see - i can describe no more //kisses her cheeks

- sleep, huggies and desserts - he asks s/o to join him in short naps - they were was shocked but obliged - he uses their laps as his pillow - " i think i have a crush on you... " - he blurted out - they were confused but they got the message - would even spend more time with him if asked - since their feeling is mutual towards him too

- this baby boy here doesn't know how to act around his producer anymore - he'll stumble upon his words - s/o laughs at his cuteness - they'll play and spoil him nonstop - kasa got fumes running out of his ears while red tinted his cheeks - " p-producer !! please stop !! " - no, they won't stop - his crush for them bloom until one day he had the courage to tell them - " producer, can i call you [name] ? " - bewilderment covered their face - they understood why he asked that and they teased him afterward

- he's mischievous - will probably pull pranks to make s/o notice him - troubles - yuta will only sigh in the background - " yuta-kun, hinata-kun is acting weird... " - he'll get complaints from s/o since they felt uncomfortable by his sudden change - hinata said sorry and showered them with nonstop sweets due to his sweet tooth - found this side of him is cute - slowly, they got closer and damn - hinata was proud of himself - cue yuta watching from afar silently supporting his brother

- this boy here may be having a problem when he knew he has a crush on s/o - since he's the opposite of his brother, who's filled with mischief all the time– yuta tends to get in trouble with having a crush on s/o - totally - he's a sweet baby (everyone is idc) - yuta would would be seen snooping around looking at s/o - " s/o, are you alright ? " - he once found them moody and he brightened their day with spicy food - but they loved it and appreciated the kind gesture - probably hinata got jealous over the affection his brother gave to their producer

closing note ! fr idk what did i wrote here.. i tried to proofread.. there might still be incorrect facts and how they would react as i haven't been able to stay up to date ever since the ss event (?) for (!!) ... so basically yeah i'm not sure anymore lol ... reblogs and likes are appreciated , thanks :3c

#ensemble stars x reader #leo tsukinaga x reader #tsukasa suou x reader #izumi sena x reader #ritsu sakuma x reader #hinata aoi #yuta aoi #hc #headcanon #teacute writings #teacute wits #gn reader #teacute gn y/n writings #aoi yuta x reader #aoi hinata x reader #fluff #enstars x reader #enstars headcanons #narukami arashi x reader #knights enstars #enstars 2wink #2wink x y/n #i have no idea

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

IPKKND SS: Madaari

Madaari - Puppeteer. Trickster. Magician. Conjurer. A street performer who entertains the public by training (torturing) animals to dance. 

Trigger Warning: none | Word Count: 2400+

Read Chapter 1

#Chapter 2

Shyam watched the Gupta family fret over Khushi. It was Devi Maiyya’s sign, he had to do away with Khushi Gupta and her family as soon as possible. The strings were too messy, and what if her memory recovered? 

He smiled at the paralyzed Shashi Gupta - so much for playing hero for his daughter. Shashi grumbled, tears and rage filling the old eyes but Shyam could only hide a laugh as Garima had to tend to wipe the drool away from Shashi’s face. 

That man was never going to be fine, Shyam made sure of it. 

The medicines they diligently fed Shashi were his path to a slow, natural, death.

After all he was Khushi’s father, he couldn’t condemn him to a painful death. 

Khushi’s heart hurt more than her head. A sharp pain. Arnav was here.

She woke up, looking around, barely remembering the ride to her home. Shyam had assisted her to her room, tucking her neatly and explaining the situation to her family. 

She slept even before she knew it. 

“He’s not here.” Khushi stiffened as Payal sat next to her, a fresh bandaid and antiseptic bottle in her hand. 

“Woh Jiji, I was looking for-” Payal shot Khushi a look, and for the grace of her sister she did not mention the name of the man Khushi was clearly looking for.

For someone who had read Khushi since childhood, Payal Gupta found it no mystery who was the love of her darling sister’s life.

It was definitely not Khushi’s fiancé. 

How had Khushi fallen for Arnav, it was beyond her. But Payal had said nothing, fearing that speaking about Khushi’s infatuation with Arnav would flame the fire Khushi’s heart.

So she feigned ignorance. 

The rest of the family barely paid heed to Khushi anyway, they never saw her spending hours learning sugar free sweets in the kitchen. They never heard her whisper words in English to herself.  They never realized how Khushi inserted Arnav Singh Raizada in every conversation. 

“If he cared, he would’ve been here,” Payal emphasized, blowing at the injury on Khushi’s head. Khushi turned away in shame, her secret caught in the open.

She flinched at the sting of the antiseptic.

“He’s engaged.” Payal now whispered, afraid that the Goddess might punish her sister for a mistake her young heart made. 

“It’s nothing like that,” Khushi denied the unsaid accusation. Payal could only smile sadly. 

“You will be perceived as the other woman, regardless of context,” Payal advised, fixing the bandaid on Khushi's forehead. 

“It’s nothing like that,” Khushi repeated, clenching her blanket.

“Khushi, one mistake cannot fix another.” Payal sighed. Her sister truly had the worst luck. Her options were either a doomed romance or a doomed marriage. 

A tear rolled down Khushi’s cheek. She loved Arnav. It was a fact that she understood at her worst. He, his feelings, meant the world for her. She had to tell everything to Payal.

For once, Khushi did not want to hold all the burdens in her heart. God knows Khushi needed Payal’s guidance and help now more than ever. 

“Jiji” Khushi froze as she saw the reflection on the window in front of her. 

Payal didn’t have to look up to know who had been standing all along.

Arnav Singh Raizada

— — —

Lavanya watched Arnav return home, face crumpled in anguish. When she had returned from visiting Khushi earlier in the day, she thought the anguish on her face was a result of the accident. 

But with the similar pain on Arnav’s face, she realized physical pain had little strength to heartache. 

Her engagement was over before it even began. 

It’s ironic that the closer she got to Arnav in societal recognition, the farther away he grew from her. 

“Everything will be fine,” Arnav stopped short in his tracks, staring at Lavanya intertwine her hand with his, compassion on her face. 

Will everything ever be fine? His world fell beneath his feet when he learned from Akash that Khushi was involved in an accident, and from the conversation between Payal and Khushi, his worst and best dreams came true. 

He must be sadistic to feel relief that Khushi was just as miserable in her engagement as he. 

The relief was just as strong as finding her safe and healthy. 

And to be honest, he was glad her fiancé was not around when he stopped by. He could hardly be trusted these days. 

Arnav looked at his own fiancee, and guilt settled in his heart. It was never about Lavanya, was it? 

One look at Khushi in her bed, wounded, and he realized that this was the only woman he’d ever feel so intensely for, regardless of the context. So what was he promising Lavanya? 

The life his mother lived? 

“La,” Lavanya teared up as Arnav took her name far more affectionately than he had over the past few months. She savored and feared as he gently cupped her face, a flicker of tears in his own eyes as well. 

Arnav felt a lump in his throat. It was a pity to realize he had been surrounded by the best of women despite being a terrible man. 

There was a time where if asked who he could’ve spent a lifetime with, it would be Lavanya Kashyap. 

“Arnav, please don’t,” Lavanya whispered. Let Arnav be guilty enough to at least give her a few days of affection before the doom she anticipated. For once he became the ASR she knew.

The one who took her to dates to the fanciest of restaurants, booking the cozy booths where he’d hear her endless frustrations of the press and terrible fashion trends with a barely there smile. 

The one who grumbled at every gift she gave him, but had them delicately stored in some corner of his office - be it a paper weight or a Mont Blanc pen. The one who’d often stop by her place for a cup of coffee and an hour of silence as they heard Jazz. The one who’d indulge her when she’d drag to him to dance with her in her quiet apartment, the radio fading as she’d undo his tie while he pulled down the zipper of her dress. 

“I am so sorry La,” He whispered, touching his forehead to hers. 

“Fuck, they were right.” Lavanya whispered, glad to finally utter an expletive in this house. No one thought they’d last. Most viewed her as Arnav’s latest arm candy - but hell he barely had the time to date and she had believed, so strongly, that what she and Arnav shared was beyond the rumors. 

Arnav looked at her in confusion, Lavanya smiled as a tear slipped through.

“The papers. They were right. Everyone was. And the problem is, I won’t be able to justify to anyone that I wasn’t a ‘phase’” Lavanya chuckled, being able to imagine the headlines. How wouldn’t she - marketing and PR was her speciality. 

“Fuck the papers. You were a lot more. You are a lot more. It’s precisely why I can’t do this anymore.” Arnav said, wishing for once that he could’ve loved her for her sake. 

“You love me La, you always have. I don’t know why, I don’t deserve it. You deserve far more, far better. And don’t mistake this as me making a choice for you. I’m just stating facts. And the thing is the only people who were right about this is, unfortunately, my family. Di knew I was doing this to prove Nani a point. I… fuck… La you can’t be a collateral damage to my feelings.” Arnav confessed, feeling the most defeated in his life. 

He had never wanted to be like his father. He had never wanted to hurt another woman.

But just like his father he hurt the first woman who had loved him. 

“I know. I know the minute you announced our engagement that you’re going to break up with me. I know you were proving a point” Arnav was surprised, just how much had Lavanya understood? 

“The only thing I didn’t realize is who you were proving it to,” Lavanya concluded, stepping away from him. 

“La,” Arnav sighed, “I never wanted to,”

“When are you going to tell her?” Lavanya cut him off, alarming him with her question,

Arnav closed his eyes in resignation, “there’s no her,”

“ASR, I’ve always respected you for being an honest man. Don’t change that.” Lavanya’s voice held rage for the first time. 

She understood breakups, she did not understand stupidity. Just how many people was Arnav willing to sacrifice as collateral damage just because he could not understand his feelings? Hell, in no universe would Lavanya want Khushi to become the next victim. 

“La, this is not the time. I cannot take you fixing my stuff when I’ve barely apologized.” Arnav stated, and he meant it. Khushi was not important right now. 

“Oh I’ll make you apologize, don’t worry about it. After all you broke Lavanya Kashyap’s heart and more than that, your family made me wear terrible clothes ninety percent of the time,” Lavanya cracked a pained smile.

Arnav let out a hollow laugh, and held her hand. 

“No, ASR, I am serious.” Lavanya pushed his hand aside, “You can’t keep sacrificing people left right and center because you can’t figure things out. You’re an adult, act like one. And don’t think about me because I will hold you accountable for how much you’ve hurt me. But right now, you’re against time. Because as far as I know her you can chase her after she’s married but she won’t break her marriage for you. She’s a good person ASR, a bit too good.” Lavanya said, fixing her face as the rest of the family set into the dining table. 

Lavanya was right, no matter what he and Khushi were at this point, he had to be honest to both women.

But above all, he needed to have a serious chat with his family not just about his breakup but about how they’ve been grooming La all along. Yes, he enabled them, but he had to ensure that this could not happen again. 

Wasn’t Payal having similar reservations to joining the Raizada family? Mami would give her worse than what Nani handed to Lavanya. 

Granted, Akash was going to have a tougher time convincing his mother for a wedding now that Arnav was not getting married - but it was high time his younger cousin fought his own battles as well. 

— — — 

The family looked at Arnav as he sat at the first table, his face reserve. Devyani rejoiced at Arnav pulling the chair for Lavanya, passing her a smile. Manorama clapped as she watched Lavanya, in her older clothes, settle at the table. Finally, modern clothes were back at Shantivan. 

Anjali, though, closed her eyes even before Arnav opened his mouth. 

This was not going to be good. 

— — — 

This was not good, Garima concluded. This had to be Devi Maiyya’s signal that this relationship was not meant to be. First Shashi had a paralytic stroke, now Khushi was nearly saved from the jaws of death, and all these happened right around the corner of Khushi and Shyam’s engagement.

As a mother her heart trembled. She could feel her dead sister bore holes into her back every time Madhumati forced Khushi to accept Shyam as a suitor. 

Garima had promised Khushi’s happiness to her dead sister. 

Why was Khushi’s happiness not aligning to the one man who could bring stability to her life? 

“Amma,” Garima broke from her chain of thoughts and assisted Khushi to the dining table. 

“Arrey, you should’ve just called for me!” Garima admonished Khushi, fixing a warm shawl around Khushi’s shoulders. Was it just her or had Khushi grown older over the past few days?

Shyam wheeled Shashi to the dining table and sat next to Madhumati. Payal sat by Khushi’s side, nodding gently to her. What were the sisters thinking? 

“I have something to tell you all.” Khushi said.

— — —

“What? Why?” Devyani cried, she had grown to love Miss Kashyap! Yes it took her time to understand that beneath the modernity she despised, was a heart of gold she had grown to love!

“Nani, I will say this for once and only once. Lavanya deserves a lot more than what I can give. I cannot subject her to what,” maa went though. Arnav broke off, the questions over the past half hour hitting his head. Anjali was hugging Lavanya, an angry ‘I told you so’ in her eyes. 

For the first time Anjali acknowledged she failed as a sister, that she had not stepped into her mother’s shoes at all. And she made no lack in conveying so to her brother. 

Arnav accepted all the blame. 

Perhaps Nani was right that day, he was closer to his father than he thought. 

— — — 

“Jiji told me something that has just set itself in my heart.” Khushi began, her eyes misting. 

“It is so important to look at who is with us when we’re going through our worst times. And with us, actively doing things to help us. That, is an indicator of a companion far more than any fantasy.” Khushi continued, her reality becoming clear as Shyam wiped the drool from Shashi’s mouth with the gentleness of a son. 

He was unfazed when Shashi spit up the food onto Shyam’s sleeve. There was not a single trace of disgust on his handsome face. How did she never see this? 

“Shyam ji,” Shyam looked at Khushi, stunned at the beauty of her soft smile, “I am so sorry.”

“Haye re Nandkisore!” Madhumati interrupted, fearing the worst. The girl couldn’t be thinking of breaking her engagement could she? 

“I am so sorry for not seeing you,” Khushi apologized, tears flowing as her smile grew wider, “you have been there. Always. When I needed rescuing from the goons, when I needed a job, when Buaji needed help in this house, when Babuji faced a stroke. Devi Maiyya has been constantly showing me the truth but I was just unable to see it.” Khushi wiped her tears and shot him the biggest smile she had.

“So yes, to answer the question you had posed on the night you decorated my house as if the stars had been here." Khushi reminisced the day he gave her jalebis and promised her companionship. How could she have been so blind?

"Yes, I will marry you. Not for the sake of my father. Not for the sake of the society. Not for the sake of Buaji. But for myself.” 

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A/N: Yes, I am very evil. Enjoy :D

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[delcakoo]

i’m sure most ppl expected this so i’m not gonna make a big deal out of it but!! yes i am going on hiatus for an unspecified amount of time.

it’s honestly quite simple, i’ve just been losing interest in most aspects of kpop aside from the music, which makes writing for it a lot harder than before. i also dealt with a lot of burn out for months and still forced myself to write which only made it worse. lastly, i’m an executive of two clubs at my school this year on top of all my classes, so finding time to write would be even worse than it was before :’) !

YEAh that’s kinda it! for now my works will stay up, moots can dm me for my disc/spotify!! even if we’ve barely spoken pspsps i wanna stalk ur music cmere 🤲 a special shout out to my emoji anons too, you’re all amazing people ilysm, especially those that have been stuck with me for so long <3 (u know who u are!!)

i’ll try and check in here every so often to chat, esp if a new comeback for enha/txt happens!! love u guys and stay safe <3 you may send an ask if u have any questions!

extra stuff i wanna say to moots below! (it’s all word vomits i’m sorry)

RAVEN. MY WIFEY. my BELOVED blr wont let me tag u but you already know i adore u sm playing roblox with u is so fun even if that one banana game was kinda ass!! 💖 thank u for being so so sweet when putting up with me all the time and raising our fav corgi daughter with sm love <3 i hope u get more confidence in ur writing because your fics are always so creative and well written, and in yourself too bc a certain mf thats name starts with J and ends with N is MISSING OUT. 🙄🙄 ok im still gna be annoying u all the time so. bye ig….. smooches

@seongclb katto u deserve an award for putting up with me in dms ilysm 😞 watching the promised neverland together brought me so much joy and i still have a ss of you calling gilda a tractor ok i love u!!!! i would read your fics all day any day u are so talented and ur photography skills are amazing, i hope we get to keep in touch WE SHOULD FIND ANOTHER SHOW TO WATCH TGTHER !!!!! i need to fix your lack of anime knowledge ‼️ PLS KEEP WRITING AS WELL ENHABLR NEEDS U!!!!

@soov reirei my gf i aspire to be as confident and funny as you, you’re literal sunshine and always make my day better even with just one interaction <3 thank u for being so welcoming my first days in walmart enha and raising sushiwon with me!! as well as entertaining me by dying in genshin every 3 seconds <3 (WE NEED TO PLAY AGAIN) oh and KEEP WRITING BB. i will rise from THE DEAD WHEN IT COMES OUT OK U CAN DO THIS ML!!

@haknom kangaroo karaoke keys we may have had only a few convos but they were all so fun like PLAYING BRAWL STARS WAS HILARIOUS we ate the house down in duo showdown idc. and beta reading ur fics was such a treat esp while watching u plan new smaus every other day 🫶 also your music taste is MUWAH gimme some more recs pspsps !!! KEEP WRITING OKKK?!

@kynrki kimmy kimmy kim one of my first ever moots <3 your writing is always such a joy to read and your energy is amazing, thank you for giving me a chance when i was too shy to ask anyone else to be moots LMAO 🫶 plsplss keep writing you’re so gifted and deserve the whole world LOVEE UU

@bitehee cavvy my big sibling :((( i love u sm kshsdknd its been a while but i really hope everything has been well since you moved and you’re still being as cool as ever <3 im gonna replay a pokemon game in ur honor perhaps mystery dungeon 👁️ ? anyway i look up to u and think u are so cool, one of my fav hee stans ever ever!!! remember u have my disc if u ever wanna chat 🫂 !!!

@sunoksunny sunny <3 my other gf. i remember our first vc u had this goofy pfp i cant remember what it was but like u are so easy to talk to and funny?! and PRETTY??? your fits are always stunning and your singing is beautiful ugh the whole package fr… and. we need. to play. genshin!!! I REDOWNLOADED IT FOR U OK WE WILL DISCUSS THIS SOON!! ILY

@slytherinshua ZANNY. u are so easy to talk to we match each others energy so perfectly?!? I HOPE U AND TUALHA CONTINUE BEING THE COOLEST EVER and ur writing is top tier so pls keep going‼️ thank u for being so sweet to me as another one of my very first moots i appreciate u sm <3333

@flwrshee riri !!! we haven’t even been moots for long but i had to add u in here because u need to know that ILYSM. you’re like an adorable energetic little sister that always makes me smile T-T thank you for taking time out of your day to reblog my fics with so much sweet feedback and i wish u the absolute best always!! if u ever need anything pls dm me on disc i would love to chat with u more, and make sure to keep writing bc u have SO much talent!!!!

@wonieleles sia SIA i genuinely miss talking to u sm i NEED to come back to walmart enha :(( we don’t talk much besides our little interactions in the server but each time you make me smile. you’re so so smart and admirable, i hope you keep up the hard work bc i know you’ll go so far and HAVE MORE CONFIDENCE!! you’re so beautiful okay ily 😞🫶

@sultrybaby kel 😭😭😭💖💖 you’ve literally been a day one THANK YOU for always checking in on me even during your ridiculous NONSTOP EXAMS. 💀 another one of my big siblings on here fr you are such a real one and i care for u sm!!! i hope everything has been well for u?! pls feel free to message me for anything okay <3 I LOVE U SM thank u for sticking with me all this time 🫂🫂

i have so many moots so i can’t write smthn for everyone but i love u all okay <3 AGAIN if u wanna keep in touch thru spotify or discord dm me muwah

#delcakoo #so anyways… uh who watched the barbie movie!

[animation-cartoon-fan-writings]

Please Don’t Go

Originally written for Zutara Month 2023

The final Agni Kai between Zuko and Azula comes to a head. Zuko is winning. This is the most powerful he has ever felt in his entire life. His entire body was calling on him to egg his sister on, not even realizing the consequences that may come with it. "What? No lightning? What's the matter? Afraid I'll redirect it?," he mocks his visibly unstable sister. In the back of his head, he knows he is playing with fire, and not the type of fire he is used to. Maybe it was the influence of Sozin's Comet going to his head or perhaps it's the adrenaline from the fight. But he was confident he would succeed, not even thinking about the possibility of what was about to happen.

Azula prepares to shoot as Zuko gets into position, ready to redirect whatever she threw at him. A sadistic smile creeps across the princess's face, like she was ready to kill her brother without a slither of remorse. Suddenly, her eyes dart to another direction and shoots a large bolt directly in that direction. Azula never misses. Even on her worst days, every shot was intentional. Realizing what was happening, Zuko turns and sees a familiar shade of blue. Katara. Frozen in fear as the lighting flies across the arena right towards her. Zuko runs to try and intercept the lightening in time, but he is too late. He trips as the lightening reaches the water bender. "NO!," he cries as the bolt hits her in the heart. Time feels like it is going by at a snail-rat's pace as he can only watch the young tribeswoman's body fall to the ground.

"Katara!," Zuko cries as he immediately gets up and runs over to her, hoping against all hope that she was going to be ok. He feels like he is back in that ghost town in the desert, right after Azula shot a bolt into Iroh's shoulder, sending the old man into a coma-like state that lasted for days. As he gets on his knees, kneeling over Katara's body, lying in a pool of blood, he could feel the life slowly slipping from her. "Katara, please wake up," he holds her limp, delicate frame in his arms. "Zuko... I-I'm sorry," her eyes crack open slightly, her voice quiet and strained. "It's ok. I'm here now. It's going to be ok. You're going to be ok. You just gotta stay with me," he assures her through the hot tears falling down his face. "Z-zuko, I-I-I'm so ss-sorry. I c-c-can't-t-t...". Katara's eyes slowly start to flutter to a close.

The fire bender feels her body getting cold, so he heats his body temperature and holds her to his chest, hoping the heat will keep her alive just a bit longer. "Katara, don't worry. I'm heating you up. Everything's going to be ok," he keeps telling her. "I-I c-c-caa-nn't feel y-yyour waa-rmthh," her voice barely going above a whisper. "Katara, no, please stay. Sokka will be here with everyone soon. We'll take you to the healers and you'll be ok. You have to be. Please, stay with me," he pleads with her, even though he knows in his heart it's no use. "D-d-don't-t-t-t w-w-wor-r-ry-y-y ab-b-b-bout-t-t me-e-e-e. I-I-I-II'll b-b-b-be o-o-k-k," she whispers, smiling one last time before her eyes finally close. "No! Katara, please! Don't go! I love you," he sobs as he finally admits how he feels out loud for the first time. "I love you, Katara. Please... don't go".

Zuko holds her limp body close to his chest as he cries out for her to stay with him. “Please, Katara. We need you, I need you. Please wake up,” he begs her through his tears. But it was too late. Katara takes her final breath in the arms of the fire prince.

As the comet finally exits the earth and the dark, nighttime sky blanket over the Fire Nation, Zuko stays on the ground in the arena. Everyone has already left. Azula had been taken away by guards hours ago. The Sages went back to the palace. All that was left was Zuko, sobbing with Katara’s lifeless corpse in his arms. Suddenly, a familiar orange glider flies over the arena, swiftly landing just feet from the prince. Aang had returned. But Zuko was too upset to care anymore. "Zuko, what happened?," the Airbender asks as he runs over to his two friends. "Katara... she's dead. I thought Azula was going to aim at me. I thought I could redirect it. But she aimed at Katara. I ran to intercept the hit. But, I tripped and fell before I could get to it in time. Azula bent lightning to her heart and killed her," the prince replies sadly, still holding her close to his chest, refusing to let her go. "You were going to intercept Azula's lightning?," the Avatar asks. "Yeah," Zuko responds. "Wouldn't that have killed you?," Aang questions.

"Yeah. I wouldn't have cared if it did. As long as she got to live"

Silence falls between the two boys. Zuko doesn't even look away from the girl in his arms. He didn't want to. He would've happily stayed there for the rest of his life if he had to. He couldn't bare to let her go.

Suddenly, Aang gets up and goes to fetch Katara’s bag on the ground nearby. After a few minutes of searching through it, he finds what he's looking for. He takes the vial in his hand and goes back over to sit on the ground beside Zuko. "Here," he presents Zuko with the vial. "What's this?," he asks, confused. "It's the spirit water from the North Pole. I had a feeling there was some left. There's only a little bit, but it just might be enough to save Katara," the Airbender explains, much to Zuko's surprise. "How do you know if it'll work?"

"Azula killed me with her lightning back at Ba Sing Se. It was the spirit water that brought me back."

Aang can feel Zuko was still doubtful of this idea.

"You love her, don't you?," he asks all of a sudden, taking Zuko a back. "Yes, I do," he answers, simply. "Then, let me try and bring her back," Aang offers. The fire bender nods, laying Katara's body down on her back, allowing Aang to bend the tiny amount of spirit water into her heart. With that bright blue light entering her bloodstream, Zuko takes her back into his arms, hoping that it worked.

As if the god Agni himself was truly shining over them all, Katara's eyes begin to slowly flutter open and Zuko feels her breathing starting to beat again. "Z-Zuko...," she speaks again. Tears of joy pour down as he sees his love come back to life, taking her into his arms for a hug. "Katara, you're ok. You came back," he rasps as he feels her hug him back. She pulls back slightly from the hug, smiling up at him with a glimmer in her eyes.

"Zuko... I love you, too," Katara confesses. He couldn't believe his ears. She had heard those last words spoken to her and she felt the same way. Zuko couldn't help himself. In the only way he could respond in that moment, Zuko captures her lips with his own in a passionate kiss. She returns the kiss with equal passion.

It was in that very moment, with Katara by his side, Zuko truly felt invincible

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SS Poll Winner: The Eden Club

Can't say I'm not surprised. Thank you guys for being so patient with this one, it's coming along! Here's a smutty preview as a treat

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(sinful sunday deferred this week, I have a craft show)

Here are also two other sneak peaks of the last chapter I've already posted: preview 1, preview 2

Ch 16: Take this to your grave, and I'll take it to mine.

The first couple days after the truth(s) comes out and the three are left with no choice but to process, are tough on everyone as they attempt to regulate back to baseline. But it's worth it, because as it turns out, none of them are happy when  one part of the triangle isn't.

It's October now, Gavin’s more or less moved back into his house and Sumo’s happier than a fucking clam now that the house is full of sound and body heat again. Hank returns that sentiment. He can honestly say he’s been feeling more like a whole person again. 

Tonight, they are all sitting on the couch watching the first season of True Detective, because Gavin insisted. Now that they are suspended, they’ve got alot of free time. And too much free time for Hank or Gavin can be dangerous. Hank finds himself already falling subject to plotting Reynolds ultimate demise every free moment he gets, but for Con’s sake, Hank’s trying not to make a big deal out of it. Because no matter what, if his actions hurt Connor more than it helps him, Hank ain't gonna do shit. 

And speaking of Connor, the android next to him is flushed and Hank can hear his internal fans kick on, working overtime by the sounds of it to cool his suddenly overheating system.

“You okay Con?” Hank asks, concern growing by the second. 

“Yes,” Connor lies, tight lipped. His cheeks are bright pink, even Hank can even tell that in the evening, tv lit darkness. 

“You sure? You're flushed,” Gavin points out. 

“Ye-s” Connor hiccups, pupils dilating, clearly focusing on something that was not in the room. “V’s… sending me… pictures.” Connor finally confesses with a very specific kind of pant.

Hank feels his cock twitch in his pants as his grin splits his face.

“Pictures eh?” He asks.

“Whoa, like dirty pictures?” Gavin asks, voicing Hank’s suspicions.

“...Yes,” Connor gasps as he seemingly gets another one. “Fuck,” Connor whines and his fingers slip over the fabric of the couch cushion he’s sitting on and squeezes. And then, when another came through Connor sobs and the thin material under his fingers tears audibly. 

“You just get another?” Hank chuckles.

“Yeeees,” Connor gasps, eyes staring forward, “A video. Fuck, Hank, I’m sorry about the couch.”

“So we buy another one,” Hank shrugs because a replacement couch is the last thing on his mind. 

“Can you tell us about it?” Gavin asks hopefully. 

Connor is quiet for a moment, and then, 

“Fuck. Y-Yes.”

“Can we touch you while you do?” Gavin asks and Connor lets out a strangled sounding moan.

“Please,” Connor begs, his knees rubbing against each other in efforts to get some much needed friction. 

“What are they doing?” Hank asks, taking over the dialogue while Gavin sinks to his knees in between Connor’s legs. 

“Playing with themselves,” Connor pants, sitting on his hands to not cause any further casualties.    

Gavin’s hands make quick work of undoing Connor’s pants and pull them down to his feet. Hank’s moves a little closer too, resting his large hand over the back of Connor’s neck, chuckling when the androids skin peels back automatically to expose the port. 

“How are they playin’ baby?” Hank asks, starting his own teasing trail across the sensitive port with his fingertips without ever pushing inside.  

Connor’s entire body shudders under their combined touches. 

“They’re fucking into a fleshlight, telling me how it’s nothing compared to my ass.”

“I mean, they’re right,” Gavin shrugs before moving to lick the first drops of pre cum dripping down Connor’s cock.  

Connor moans loudly. 

“Can I send V a picture of you?” 

Connor’s question causes a joint groan from both Gavin and Hank. 

“Phck yeah,” Gavin says, “hang on though, let me get in position.” 

Connor and Hank assume Gavin’s just gonna change his stance on his knees. Instead he pushes Connor's bare legs apart, as open as they can go before sucking down every inch of Connor’s cock into his mouth. Gavin then makes a show of locking his wrists behind his back before looking up at Connor with the biggest, neediest eyes anyone’s ever seen. Surprising the hell out of them both.  

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ Gav,” Hank pants, breaching the port in Connor’s neck with just the first knuckle of his finger. 

“Oh my god,” Connor agrees, “please, d-don’t stop, either of you,” he begs and then suddenly he’s shuddering through an unexpected orgasm. Gavin’s mouth continues to suck him through it. Mouth torturing the head until Connor pleads for him to stop. 

Hank’s finger comes free of the port and rests on the back of Connor’s neck, waiting for their android to come back online. 

“You know I’ve never asked this but is this shit safe to swallow?” Gavin asks, now 10 seconds too late if not. 

“Yes,” Connor laughs, post sex grin on his face, “it’s a non-toxic lubricant.”

Hank chuckles and kisses Connor’s temple, the side where his LED used to be. 

Gavin is still on the floor, and Hank wonders if he’s waiting for something. When Hank finally makes eye contact with Gavin he just juts out his chin towards Hank’s crotch. When Hank’s eyebrow raises in question Gavin says,

“Take em off.” 

Hank did not need to be told twice.

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Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby - e.m.

Summary: In time of despair, best friends have to be there for each other. That counts for any need they have.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 8k (sorry not sorry)

warnings/what to expect: SMUT +18 (MINORS DNI), this is the first time I am ever publishing something as an author but I wanted to do a slow burn sort of friends to lovers. Mentions of: swearing, mentions of death, oral(female receiving), unprotected sex(Wrap your willy, don’t be silly), creampie, pet names, drugs and I think that is it?? if I missed anything let me know! (This also has been edited but again if i missed anything kindly let me know!)

comments/ reblogs are greatly excepted <3

*picture is not mine, photo credit: amyforsythe on instagram

You should have been with him that night. Maybe you could have changed the outcome of this whole fucking mess. Instead of him trembling and screaming out of fear, you could have been smoking and laughing. Instead of Chrissy’s possessed body glued to his ceiling, you could have been watching him practice for his next gig. 

You knew something was off when he hadn’t picked you up for school. For Eddie to come cruising down in his van with some sort of metal music playing as he always said, “Y/N, metal soothes the soul. It’s like an apple a day keeps the doctor away.” Even though the paint was rusted and the brakes squealed a bit when he would come to a stop, you loved that van more than anything. Eddie in the driver seat, looking so small compared to the machine he was hauling all over. He would always roll his eyes at any comments you made about painting the van to look like the Mystery Machine as he was a stoner like Shaggy. To which he would reply with a slight smirk on his face causing his dimples to pop out as he would say you would be his Scooby-Doo because you followed him like a little puppy. 

But to your dismay, he hadn’t shown up. 5 minutes passed which turned into 10 and before it could become 15 minutes you grabbed your car keys to your slightly beat up 67’ SS Chevelle that Eddie, the bastard, rear-ended a few months back. It’s not that you were mad at him for not picking you up, you were growing concerned. Never in the three years that Eddie picked you up and drove you to school was late or never showed. Even on the days he ditched, he would park out front and have the passenger seat cleared, all for you. Even in your senior year, Eddie’s third time around, he would always be there at 7:35 a.m. on the dot. 

You would always check on the watch he gifted you for your 17th birthday. It wasn’t a new or even expensive watch, but it was his grandfather’s and on the back of the watch, in the silver plating was ingrained “Darling”. Looking at your right wrist, the face reads “7:50”. You weren’t late by any means as you two would get there at 8 with twenty minutes left to get high off of some random joint in the back of his van or show you some lyrics he came up with and wanted your input on. 

That wasn’t the case though. The car ride to the all too familiar high school was dull and quiet. The trees passing by as you glance out of your mirrors every once and a while feel off. You dared not turn on the radio as you always looked forward to whatever mix Eddie decided to play. You were the only person who had control over music but you always asked him to play as you believed your music taste was not nearly as superior as his. The sound of gravel tumbling and the slight suspension of your car filled your ears for the 10 minute ride you had to endure. 

Taking a left onto Maple St. filled your eyes with a sight you didn’t expect. Cars lined the road and turned into the school with parents, kids, school buses and the police. Wooden blockades were set up to somehow shield the outside world from knowing the truth. You hadn’t seen this much energy and tension since the “fire” at the Starcourt Mall, but you knew the truth. You knew what really killed Billy that night. You were there. Not that Eddie knew this, speaking of which, the clamoring of the crowd brought you back to reality as you heard concerned parents asking what was wrong and students trying to find a single space to park. 

In cases where you had to use your car to drive to school, you parked in the gravel alleyway that students technically couldn’t use but you had become close friends with Ms.Oak, one of the school’s secretaries. You never caused trouble and you two could always chat about dogs for hours. She would let you leave early because of a “headache” or “girl issues” even if you had them or not. Or at times she would bring you cookies from the teacher’s lounge. She had even grown attached to Eddie, contrary to most of her colleagues who wanted him gone. They each hoped they wouldn’t get him for a second or third time. 

Your white Reebok Ex-O-Fits carried you over the crunching stones and pebbles beneath you. Your brows furrowed as you looked around trying to get a gauge on your setting. It was still hard to see a Hawkin’s PD car without seeing the over 6 foot man with an iconic mustache trying to tame a wild crowd. You shuffled through the bickering crowd as you made your way to the two front doors you always dreaded. Taking the first left, you went down to Eddie’s locker where Hellfire always met up. Henderson and everyone else was standing around in their usual attire. The black baseball tee with the all too known logo of the demon you sketched up. Mike had left for sunny and sweltering California and you figured Sinclair wouldn’t be around as he had scored the game’s winning point for the championship. You got an earful of how upset and pissed Eddie was. He would always mock them by taking a pair of socks and dunking them into his laundry basket as he would go onto something else more worth his time.   Except there was a gap in the group. It would usually be filled with the Dungeon Master himself. His shaggy and knotted black mullet that you begged him to brush. 

You didn’t think to quicken your pace but your feet carried you at a faster speed than before. Worry wasn’t only apparent on your face but the rest of the group. You didn’t need to speak a single word as you knew something was wrong. Fighting back the breath that tried to escape your throat, the one where it feels like you’re swallowing barbed wire. You remember turning to your left and physically seeing Dustin’s lips moving but your ears were ringing. Before you knew it, you grabbed his arm and dragged him back out to your car. “Y/N, Y/N, slow down okay you’re pulling my arm. Y/N!” “What Dustin? Eddie is gone.” Dustin stopped in his tracks to pull his flannel sleeve down as you practically ripped it off. “I know Y/N, but I need to tell you something first.” 

It was like you almost blacked out. You faintly remember hearing her name and then storming away from Dustin. It wasn’t true. Someone had set him up. It was just some huge misunderstanding. You said something about Dustin needing to help you find Eddie because the two of you knew Eddie could never be capable of doing something like this, especially to someone like Chrissy Cunningham, the Queen of Hawkins High. Sure he didn’t like the athletic type but not enough to hurt them or worse. With you driving and Dustin in the passenger seat, you sped off down the road to the trailer you knew and loved. 

You weren’t one for breaking traffic laws but in your eyes, it was life or death. You hoped and prayed that you would drive down into the rows of trailers and see his dinged up beige van with the iconic brown stripe wrapped around and him in his ragged Hellfire shirt probably playing with his hair. However, the harsh slap of reality brought police lights and squad cars. Yellow tape wrapped around his uncle’s trailer like some kind of sick present. Before you could drive further, the new chief of police stopped and questioned why you were there. In a panicked voice you explained how close to the uncle you were and you needed to make sure he was okay. Reluctantly he let you through as he knew you were a good kid and seemed awfully concerned. 

Haphazardly parking your car, you sprinted to the older man you had known pretty close over the past few years. You couldn’t help the salty tears that spilled down your cheeks as soon as you felt his arms embrace you. “It can’t be true, it just can’t Wayne,” you sobbed into his shoulder. You never would have imagined in your life that police would be searching high and low for your best friend for murder. His van was there but there was no sign of him at all. It was like he never existed. Poof. It made sense that you weren’t allowed in the trailer in fear of contaminating the crime scene but Jesus you just wanted to curl up in that torn up quilt and fall asleep in his bed like the hundreds of times you had done it before. Hoping that once you woke up it would have all played out to some awful nightmare. 

Yet, that wouldn’t happen because you were in your nightmare. The only person who could save you was the one person that was gone. You could care less about school or anything for that matter. You needed to know where Eddie was and if he was safe. He might walk around school causing a scene and picking a fight with anyone that comes his way but at the end of the day he falls into this guy who just has his own personal demons to battle. Truth be told he was a very sweet person and cared what those he loved thought of him. He would never want to take things too far. He couldn’t even end the life of a moth or an ant. He was your teddy bear and if anybody laid a hand on him, so help them God. 

You needed some time to think, to come up with some sort of plan. Marching off into the woods right behind the trailer park you hear the faint yells on your name but you ignored all of those who were concerned about you. Flashes of the police lights and the tape and the stretcher flooded your brain as if they were taunting you. Trying to pull some fucked up prank to try and get you to crack under pressure. Your feet carried you yards into the woods where Eddie and you visited many times, it had become one of your designated smoking areas. Dodging tree branches that had fallen low and watching your step for any twigs or rocks that could cause you to lose your step. You could care less about the scratches that will show up on your forearms or your shins. Huffs and sighs came out as you kept getting annoyed and you knew you were just frustrated. 

That was when the deserted picnic table came into view. Standing alone looking as if it will collapse any moment but looks are deceiving as you can recall all the times Eddie would stand on the table and jump around like a kid on a sugar high. You couldn’t handle it anymore and your legs gave out from under you. Your body had collapsed to the ground and your hands fisted the earthly mixture of dirt, twigs and leaves. Sobs raked through your body causing you to slightly shake. You could almost feel his arms wrap around and his hair gently getting in your face. It felt so real. You kept hearing your name but as soon as you opened up your eyes it was Dustin and now Max. 

You wiped your tears and shot straight up to your feet, Max rushing to you in case you needed help finding your balance. “Max what are you doing here?” You were completely in shock as the firey red-head made herself completely distant from you and the rest of her friends. You couldn’t blame her because every time you saw her you were somehow transported back to that night. That night in the closed mall. “It’s about Eddie, Y/N. Max said she saw Eddie and Chrissy together,” Dustin rushed out. You turned your head towards him with a look of confusion as she picked back up the story. “But that wasn’t all Y/N, when I went back into my trailer, all the lights–they started to flicker like–well like then it’s back.” Her eyes couldn’t meet yours as you tried to search her face. “Max, are you sure about this?” You needed to know that this wasn’t him, but now this meant that there were more concerns you needed to deal with. This could mean bigger things. 

“Well I don’t know Eddie drives like a maniac and the power goes off all the time at my place. It’s a piece of shit. But this morning I started to think back and I just don’t know. He was scared, Y/N.” Max would never lie to you or say some bullshit thing. You weren’t surprised he took off. You just needed to know where he went and if he was okay. Looking between the two of them you headed off back towards the direction of your car. “Come on, let's go! I have an idea but I need some help.” The sound of Dustin and Max scrambling behind you kept getting quieter as you were taking long strides out of the woods. “Y/N can you slow down and tell us where you are going?” You knew Dustin was out of breath by the sound of his voice but you didn’t care. They always said the first 48 hours were important, right? Time was never on anyone’s side so you needed to find him before anyone else did. 

“Quit fucking around you two and get in the car. I think I know where Eddie is but you can’t say a word to anyone, I just need some resources.” As you hoped in the front of the Chevelle Max and Dustin clamored in the back seat of your car. Before they could even get their seat belts situated as you took off towards the road to head downtown. Dustin screeched up, “Y/N where the hell are you going?” “Before you have another voice crack, I’m going to Family Video. I have an idea of where Eddie could be but I’m not entirely sure where he is. Does that satisfy you Henderson?” If looks could kill, your stare from the rear-view mirror would have slaughtered him. “Wait, why are we going to a Family Video? You think he’s hiding out there?” “Yes Max, I believe he is hiding in the back room watching A New Hope. No Max, but there is a database we can access there for free.” 

Parking was not your best friend today. Not that you cared all that much but your car came to an abrupt stop as you slammed the driver side door and practically marched inside. The two faces you had grown to love came into view as they had been arguing about some girl you were sure. “Y/N,” they cheered in unison. “Don’t get too excited. I need to look someone up. I think I might have a lead on where Eddie might be.” “Woah, hold on Y/L/N, care to explain who you need to look for,” Steve blurts out as he is putting away tapes from his cart. “Reefer Rick. This guy is some sort of legend but all I know is that Eddie would buy from him from time to time. Never met the guy and I have no idea what he looks like.” Robin, in all her curiosity, asks for a last name but you replied that that question was a dead end. “If this guy is a drug dealer, he’s probably been busted.” You sighed and turned your body towards him again. “And what does that have to do with anything?” “It means that he is probably in the system. You know when you get arrested–” ''You want me to go to the cops and ask for the last name of some drug dealer. Am I hearing this correctly Steve?” You could not believe what he was asking of you. “Look before you get your panties in a twist,” to which you scoffed, “All I am saying is that we could fill the cops in on what we know.” Before you have a chance to answer Dustin chirps up, “You believe he is guilty don’t you?”

Now you weren’t sure why Steve was jealous of Dustin hanging out with Eddie, but you found it sort of funny. “I believe in innocence until proven guilty and all that constitutional bullshit.” Dustin and Steve kept going back and forth like this and you gave up on those two as Max, Robin and yourself made use of the precious time you had left. “W-well what if we don’t need a last name,” Robin said quickly. She started typing Rick into the store’s database and 12 potential people already popped up. “Time to narrow it down,” Max whispered. “Rick Alderman- latest rentals were Annie and Dumbo. What are the chances a drug dealer has a family?” You just shook your head no. Robin inhales sharply and continues on. “Rick Conroy- Sixteen Candles, Teen Wolf and Romancing the Stone.” “Hard no.” “Okay then, Rick Joiner- Mask, Footloose and Grease.” A unison ‘nah’ was the reply. “Next up is Rick Lipton- Fast Times At Ridgemont High, Cheech and Chong’s Next Movie, Cheech and Chong’s Nice Dreams and Cheech and Chong’s Up In Smoke.” “That’s him. It’s gotta be.” Robin giggles and shakes her head. Reaching up to point at the address, “Is that his address? 2121 Holland Road?” “Correct. Rick Lipton, like the tea, lives at 2121 Holland Road.” Dustin looks up at the mention of the address, “That’s out by lover’s lake.” “Middle of nowhere,” shoots Max with a wicked smile on her face. Robin’s lip quirks up into a smirk, “Perfect place to hide.” 

“Okay we gotta lock up, and then we are gonna head over there. Henderson you’re in the back seat,” Steve commands. He just puts his arms up in disbelief and mutters some comeback to himself. “Y/N, you have the address?” You didn’t hear Steve’s question as you were pacing back and forth. “Hey Y/N, it’s gonna be okay. Forget what I said earlier, I believe you believe in Eddie. We are gonna find him at that house okay?” Your nerves were getting the behest of you so all you could was nod and walk out to his car. 

The entire car ride, you just stared outside the passenger side window and watched the trees pass by. For an hour's car ride, you didn’t find the repetition boring. It reminded you of the times Eddie would take you out to the lake to go swimming or lay in the sun while he would play songs for you on his electric red guitar you gifted him last year. Yet, you mentally pointed out blatant differences of the drive in the daytime versus nighttime. You figured you weren’t far from the house when the road turned into dirt. You knew a lot of houses on the shore of Lover’s Lake were on dirt roads. When you were younger you would visit your aunt during the summer and she had the best lake house in all of Hawkins. Except this visit wasn’t one of joy, it was filled to the brim with dread. 

“Hey–uh, Robin are you sure this is the right place?” “Yes Steve I am sure this is the right place. It looks like the house should be just down the roa–”. The headlights of Steve’s car illuminated what looked like a haunted house. It was as if no one had been in that house for years. The wooden exterior gave you flashbacks filled with water splashes and giggles, what a disappointment your current sight was. You were the first one out of the car and thanks to Dustin and Robin, you each had a flashlight to explore your unfamiliar surroundings. For some reason unbeknownst to you, Dustin thought it was a good idea to ring the doorbell as if he thought Eddie would open up the door in an apron ready to hand out freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. “Eddie! It’s Dustin!” Nothing. Just pure silence except all the exasperated sighs that left your mouths. You crept around the side of the house when your light caught something. 

A shed. You clamored down the dirt path that led to what appeared to be some shack or shed made of aluminum or something. There had been a small fluorescent yellow light hanging above the doorway. You knew that had to be where he was, because if you didn’t find him you don’t know what you would do. You tried to find some sort of opening inside when Robin pushed through the door peeking around the frame and using her flashlight to try and guide her eyes. She whispered and motioned over for you to come right behind her and see if you could spot any sign of life inside. The floorboards creaked as you stepped in one by one and looked high and low, light flares emitting all around. The kayaks and canoes and swimming gear, you gathered, was a shack full of supplies. 

“Hello, anyone home,” Robin quietly called out. You didn’t say anything in fear of him not actually being there. Steve turned off his flashlight as he picked off an oar off of the wall as some sort of weapon. He and Dustin began to argue about picking at some tarp that Eddie could be under. Just when you were going to say something, Max nudged your left arm.Her flashlight showed you wrappers and beer bottles. “Someone was definitely here,” she spoke. “Maybe we spooked him off and he ran,” Robin said nonchalantly. “Robin, could you just not.” Again if looks could kill. She just muttered a soft sorry. Sometimes she says things in tense situations because somehow her mouth and her brain can’t keep up. Just as Steve was about to say some ridiculous thing to Dustin about dying, something popped up from under the tarp. You saw the long black hair and the vest and you knew it was him. 

The figure pushed Steve back against the wall as it held something up to his throat. “Woah woah wait wait please!” Steve cried out. Everyone swarmed around Eddie and Steve. “Eddie! Eddie please!” Your voice finally rang out. You pushed yourself ahead so he could get a clear shot of you. “Eddie, it’s Y/N, I'm here. This is Steve and he’s not going to hurt you, isn’t that right Steve?” All he could do was nod his head slightly in hopes his throat would catch the sharp object Eddie had cradled to his hand. This look that washed over his face was one you had never seen before. Somehow fear morphed into this survival mode he had gone into. However, you couldn’t blame him. “Steve please just drop the oar, Eddie he’s cool, okay?” You heard the thud and he pressed the weapon closer. “Eddie don’t!” 

“What are you doing here?” He wanted answers. “We are here for you. I was looking for you Eddie,” you pleaded. “We are here to help. See it’s Henderson, and this is Robin, you know the one from band.” She then imitated her french horn skills. “Th-this is Max, the one who never wants to play D&D. These are my friends Eddie, please.” “Eddie, please it’s me,” all he could do was stare at you, “We are on your side, I am on your side.” He looked back at Steve and finally surrendered. He let Steve go as he took an inhale and Eddie walked over to the wall. He slid down and you rushed over to him, dropping to your knees. Instinctively you pulled him in. Your arms going under and around him as you brought him so close to your body. Neither of you needed to say anything as you felt a bit better being with each other again. “Y/N, I didn’t do it I swear.” You could hear the crack in his voice as he pulled you insanely tighter. Your right hand came up to brush his hair in the back as you oh so gently swayed him. “I know Eds, why do you think I am here?”

You could see out of the corner of your eye that the four of them started inching up to him. You stuck out your hand in the motion of ‘stop’. You just needed to be alone with him and figure out what the hell happened. Max sensed you wanted to be with him, so she grabbed Dustin and Robin who then grabbed Steve as they made their way outside. You pulled away and gently grabbed his hand rubbing your thumb over his knuckles just the way he always liked you to do it. Sobs started racking through body causing him to slightly shake. “You won’t believe me darling.” “Try me Eddie.” 

He started to go into detail as much as he could stomach about the night in his trailer with Chrissy Cunningham. The way her bones snapped and how it was like something was in her head pulling. “I was so scared Y/N, so I–I ran.” He looked defeated for some reason. You used your hand to lift his chin up, “I know Eds and it’s okay. I believe you and to be honest if I were there I would have done the same thing.” You couldn’t help the wave of guilt that washed over you, but you wouldn’t let him know that. “You think I'm crazy right?” “Not at all Eddie,” the tone of his voice alone could have shattered your heart. This wasn’t fair. He already had enough shit to worry about. You engulfed him in another hug, this time cradling his hand in your neck as you let him cry it out softly. “There will come a time soon that I will explain exactly why you aren’t crazy but right now I need to make sure you’re okay. Can I do that Eddie?” He simply just nodded and stood up letting you inspect him for any sort of wound. 

“You know I waited for your van this morning. I waited to hear the loud sound of Ozzy or Zeppelin coming down the cul de sac, but I had been overcome with concern. That was what led me to be here tonight, Eds, for you.” He didn’t say anything as you continued to try and calm him down. “I felt this pit in my stomach drop because you never missed a day. Even if you skipped, you always took care of me. From the first day I walked into Mr.Keith’s calc class, you always took care of me. From driving me to and from school, getting me food and just making sure I'm okay. I still even have your pick on my necklace.” You moved your shirt collar to the side to show the guitar pick that was held up by a chain. It was a gift Eddie gave you after your first Corroded Coffin show. 

Eddie had no idea where all of this was coming from but he knew it had been genuine. “Y/N, please look at me.” He grabbed you by your chin and made you peer into his mesmerizing brown eyes. “I wish you were there. I wish you were at my place, prancing around and screaming Ozzy at the top of your lungs. I probably wouldn’t have been in this fucked up situation if you were at my trailor, baking chocolate chip cookies in my club shirt. But we are here and fuck. I am just so fucking happy you’re here. You were the only thing that I could think about in these past 24 hours. I also started thinking that maybe I’m not good for you.” His voice started to break and his lower lip that you always stared at started to tremble. “Darlin, look at me. I’m a 20 year old on the run from the police for a murder that I didn’t commit. I can’t even pass Ms.O’Donnell’s stupid english class. You have no business being out here for me.” 

His back turned to face you, so all you could see was the Dio shirt sewn onto the back of his jean jacket vest. You could visibly see his shoulders shake slightly as low whimpers left his lips. You had only seen him cry one other time and it was when he thought you were mad at him for hanging out with another girl at his trailer on your birthday. Gently, you brought your hand up to his right shoulder to slowly turn him around. “Eddie, please look at me. Is it the holidays? No so why should I give a fuck about any of that. I care about you because I don’t know a single person who takes care of me like you do. I can’t imagine what the past three years would have looked like without you. You make me complete Eddie Munson.” You took small steps forward until you were pressed against his chest. Your eyes bearing into his, “I come to you for everything, you are in my life for good, for better or worse. You need me now and I’m here. So let me help.” His eyes darted from yours down to your lips and stayed there for a second until they met your eyes again. 

You could feel your breath leave your lungs as you closed the micro-gap and connected your lips to his. His top lip slotted in between your top and bottom, as his bottom lip caressed right under yours. It was soft and light, almost like the two of you weren’t touching. Almost on instinct, your right hand came up and made its home on his left cheek. Your kisses were like dances between your lips, synced and mesmerizing. It felt like time had stopped moving, as if the two of you were trapped in time, in each other’s arms. His arms made their way around your waist as he pulled you extremely closer to his body. His kisses were starting to become more passionate. You could feel his nose scrunched up a bit as he was working hard to not rush anything. Eddie was trying to savor this moment, to savor you.  Your hand slowly worked from his cheek to the back of his neck. Your fingers ran through the strands of hair in the back, slotting themselves to have a bit more control over him. This touch made him whimper ever so slightly. If it weren’t so quiet in the shack, you swore you would have never heard it. 

Stilling your body from his, you pulled back centimeters to gain oxygen. His eyes were still closed and you could see that the tips of his ears were beet red. If only you had a camera, because fuck you wish you could see this 24/7. The two of you barely started and he already looked fucked out. His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you back but before he could steal a kiss, your lips moved faster to his neck. He had a prominent vein on the left side and you started there. Goosebumps flittered all across his skin at the contact of your lips. He could have sworn that your kisses were works of a phantom as they had been so light on his neck. But he felt his eyes open and close in the pleasure he was receiving. He could feel them slide down to the base of his neck and then glide to where his neck met his ear. 

His first audible gasp was made due to the slight tug on his earlobe you made with your teeth. Your breath was hot in juxtaposition with the slight shivers you sent down his spine as you whispered into his ear. “Can you let me show you how much I want to help you?” It wasn’t out of shock or fear that he was frozen, it was out of pleasure. He just slightly nodded his head, yet not coming off as hesitated. The look in his eyes said it all. They changed from their usual confidence to lust and pure and utter need. Diving back in for another kiss, you still kept it passionate and slow, but this time you knew he wanted you just as much. Your tongue slowly pushed past the barriers of his lips and invaded his mouth. You had been taken a bit  back because he wasn’t quick to fight for dominance as he is usually quick with witty remarks and a smirk plastered to his face. He was fine with you taking control. Again, this was all you needed. Your tongue lapped over his and he followed suit. Meanwhile, his left hand squeezed your hip as his right hand made his way down towards your ass. 

He always admired your ass. The way in which he wasn’t entirely rough, but you could feel the outline of rings and the slight calluses on his fingers from playing the guitar for so long. His hands felt good as they squeezed and rubbed along the fabric of your jeans. The friction that you felt fucking incredble. You knew that there was a wall right behind him, so you started to push his body towards the wall. You both felt the abrupt force and this was your queue to gently push his shoulders down so he could sit down on the floor. This caused him to be in between your legs and looking up at you. His hands ran up your legs, feeling the back of your calves and reaching your things, finally resting on the swell of your ass. He groped and pulled your clothed pussy right to his nose. You stumbled forward and braced yourself against the wall with your hands as he could fucking smell you. The sharp inhale he made went straight to your panties. He groaned into your inner thigh and kissed his way up to your cunt. 

His skilled fingers made quick work on the button of your jeans and sliding the zipper down. Deliberately, he pulled your black distressed jeans down, making sure not to pull down your underwear. He wanted to unwrap every aspect of you like a gift. “Baby, you smell so fucking delicious. May I?” His eyes looked up in a nonverbal way of asking for consent. The small whimper that escaped the back of your throat was all the conformation he needed. The softness of his lips slightly tickled as they made way from your inner thigh to your clothed cunt. You could faintly make out a smirk that was plastered to his face as he made a quiet chuckle that he thought was only to himself. “My sweet girl, have you gotten yourself all worked up for me?” His thumb slid up as it found itself hovering over the wet patch that was insatiably growing by the second. He pressed it gently to your clit and you melwed in pleasure. His eyes shot straight up to your face, seeing as your eyes were glued shut. His smile grew wider as he wanted to see what he could truly do to you. 

“Eddie, baby please. I need more.” He wasn’t a complete asshole that would tease you to no end because lord knows he wanted to feel you just as bad. “Shh, it’s okay baby. You’ll get what you want. I promise princess.” He slid your cotton panties down your legs at an agonizing pace. He gently took your left leg to step out of them and then grabbed the soaked fabric from around your right ankle and stuffed them into his back pocket. That could have possibly been the hottest thing you had ever witnessed. Looking back down, your eyes met his already waiting ones. 

Without breaking any eye contact, he kissed his way up to your dripping pussy. The initial touch felt so lively. The way his tongue parted your lips to lap at your clit made your head fall back. It felt as if he was licking you like a melting ice cream cone. The tip just barely flicking at your clit made your mind go absolutely dizzy. Moans slipped out of your mouth like a prayer. Breathless calls of his name became more frequent as your hands found themselves tangled in that glorious hair of his. Meanwhile, his hands snaked up to your ass as you squeezed and pulled you closer to his face. He nuzzled his nose into your cunt because he couldn't get enough of you. Thank god for the wall stabilizing your frame because your legs began to shake as he moved his lips to suck your clit. 

This was something you had never felt before in receiving head, especially since that in and of itself was a rarity. “Fuck Eddie please. You feel so fucking good.” His responses were slight moans in return. He made sure he was completely and utterly focused on eating you out like you were his last meal. Surely you could feel the intensity of his tongue and the transitions from flicking and sucking, driving you fucking feral. Hips bucking into his face trying to chase your high that had been bubbling in the pit of your stomach. You had wanted nothing more than to cum all over that face of his. To see him pull back with his nose, lips and chin glistening with your juices. 

However, Eddie picked up your body language and put the pieces together that you were on the brink of an orgasm. He slowly started to ease on his actions and at once he pulled back, gasping for oxygen. Your bliss was ripped from you in a matter of seconds as you looked down to see Eddie with a shiny face and a huffing chest. “Well why’d you do that?” You found yourself huffing a little as well. His response was such an Eddie thing to say. “Why do you think you get to cum so easily, sweetheart?” You were completely dumbfounded at his words. You couldn’t believe he did that to you. Scoffing you stepped to the side of him and knelt down to his level. “This is how it’s gonna be?” His eyes searched yours for any humor you might have been hinting at, but you had been dead serious. 

His adam's apple bobbed in fear as he gulped your words. You brought your finger up to  his lips to shush him quietly. You leaned closer to his ear to whisper to him, “It’s okay baby. Unlike you, I'm going to take real good care of you. So much that the pleasure will be too fucking much.” He should have been worried, but he was exhilarated. Your words traveled straight down to his throbbing cock. Control pulsed through your veins as you sat atop of his jean-clad thighs. You made sure to grind down your soaking pussy over the strained erection he caused himself. His sharp inhales made a wide smile prevalent on your face. “Ah-fuck baby. Look princess I’m sorry. It’s just so much fun making you work for your orgasm.” “Oh, I hope it was worth every last second, Eds. Because when I’m through with you, well, you’ll see for yourself.” He couldn’t help rutting up to get into rhythm with your movements. “Please Y/N! I need it.” “What is it that you need Eddie?” You ground harder as your clit caught the right friction against the rough denim. 

Muffled grunts started to spill from your lips as you kept your pace, growing harder as he kept begging you. You wanted him to work for it. To work for your pussy. “Sh-shit baby please.” “Please what?” You reached up to gently move some of his hair out of the way, “Use your words pretty boy.” You could see the veins in his neck appear as he tried to control himself. “Y/N please I need you bouncing on my cock.” You moved closer to his face, your lips centimeters from his. “Now was that so hard, sweetheart?” It was kind of adorable how visibly pink his cheeks were getting at the nickname. `

You didn’t feel the need to say anything else as you moved back to make work on his jeans. You pulled his notorious Hellfire shirt up slightly past his stomach. The dark hairs that clearly led down to his happy trail made you squirm. The toned muscles of his v-lines made something bubble within you. The handcuff buckle that rested on his belt always drove you crazy as scenes of you or him handcuffed to each other’s bed. The rustling of his belt echoed through the shed as your nimble fingers were working fast. Neither of you bothered to fully  shed his clothes as you just wanted his cock to be free. If you hadn’t been so worked up you would have dragged his zipper down at the slowest pace imaginable but you nearly ripped it down, almost breaking it. 

This fucking bastard. Of course he doesn’t wear underwear. You tugged his jeans to the middle of his thigh as you grasp his aching member in your hand. Eddie hissed as your hand wrapped around it. “S-so fucking soft love.” Your eyes met as you slowly went up and down his shaft with your hand. He slightly curved upwards and the mushroom tip made you so fucking happy.He may not have been long but lord knew he made that up in girth. Barely pumping all 6.5 inches as he wreathed underneath you. You relished in the power that this had been giving you. You never thought Eddie “the freak” Munson could submit himself to you like this. Hovering over him, you slightly drug his tip in between your soaking lips, getting him ready to take all of you. “I’m on the pill, don't worry.” As soon as the last word fell off your tongue, you completely engulfed him as he came to the hilt of your pussy. The both of you moaning as you sat there trying to adjust to his size. “You knew you had this amazing cock and you never cared to fuck me with it?” 

Your left hand rested in his shaggy hair as  your right hand braced your body with his chest. He  couldn’t form any words with the way your pussy was clenching him. He merely groaned as his stomach muscles tensed below you. “Eddie baby, you feel so good, can I start to move now?” His head was thrown back and he quickly nodded in fear that you didn’t see his answer to move. Your hips lifted a few inches and dropped back down. This caused him to moan out as his eyes screwed shut. The way his cock massaged your inner walls made your toes curl. His tip was just slightly brushing over that spongy spot that made you cry out and you made it your mission to hit that spot tonight. Lifting back up a bit more this time, you dropped back down more force causing the slapping of skin to ring out and bounce off of the walls around you. 

On instinct, his hands flew to your ass, kneading the flesh in his palms and giving the occasional slap. Your hips raised all the way to the top to the point of his tip being in the only part inside you. Sinking all the way down to the base of his cock. You kept the pace of lifting and sliding for a few more minutes. The ache that started to spread in your legs was becoming more prevalent but you could care less. All that mattered was Eddie’s pleasure. The way his mouth was hung open and beautiful moans kept coming out. “Yea baby, that feels good? Tell me how good it feels.” “Oh god Y/N, your pussy feels incredible. So wet and warm.” You gasp as his  hand delivers a slap to your ass. “That’s it baby, feel how good my cunt is wrapped around you. Such a good boy for me.” His whimpers were like music to your ears. You could see his stomach muscles tensing and flexing more as you continued to ride him. You decided to pick up the pace and come down harder. This caused mewls and whimpers to escape his lips. 

Observing his face, little streaks of tears left the corners of his eyes. It was all so good and he couldn’t contain how good it felt. “Please Y/N, I need to cum.” Those were the joyous words you had been waiting to hear. “Shh, let me take care of you.” You quicken your pace and you didn’t think to muffle the screams that had been coming from you. You had fulfilled your mission in hitting that soft spot as you hit it everytime. So, you found yourself nearing your end too. “Hang on just a little bit longer. Let me use you to make myself cum Eds.” He simply nodded and gripped your ass tighter. You stopped riding and switched to grinding, trying to find the right friction on your clit. “Yes, that’s it Eddie. Make me cum baby.” Your screams rung through his ears and he opens his eyes just in time to see you fall apart in front of him. The way your breast slightly bounced in front of his face and the way your face contorted in pleasure. He could feel you gripping his cock and the way your body shook above him. You are still in place to let your ograsm crash down on you. The build up from before made this much more intense. He watched in awe as you came down from your high just in time to realize he needed his. “Come on baby, use me to cum.” That was all he needed as he started plowing up into you. The way his balls slapped against your ass and you braced yourself fully for him. Screams echoed around the shed walls as he drove into your sensitive pussy. “Almost fucking there baby. That’s it.” His thrusts were becoming more erratic and you knew he was close. “Fuck I-I’m gonna cum.” He brought you down fully on him as you could feel his cum shoot up into you. You gasped as you could feel how much he had been cumming. He groaned in relief as he slumped against the wall. “Holy shit Y/N.” You dryly laughed as you tried to compose yourself. “I know, I bet you didn’t plan for that to happen tonight.” “Yea. no. Maybe getting arrested, definitely not this.” 

You were taken back when he leaned up and trapped your lips in his. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed back. Even though a light layer of sweat covered both of your bodies, neither of you cared. His hands gently picked you up off of him as some of his cum dripped out from you. Before the both of you could say something, a loud knock came from the door as Steve shouted, “Hey can the two of you stop fucking in there and let’s go?” Eddie burst out laughing and doubled over on the floor. “Looks like we gotta go princess.”

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498.So Then, You Assholes Hand It Over (5)

그러니 댁들이 내놔 (5)

With the opponent in question being a monster estimated to be about SS-rank or so, the Hunters who had managed to secure a queue slot began soliciting the other S-rank Hunters to form an alliance. These were people who had probably never even gone on a Dungeon raid with another S-rank Hunter before. It wouldn’t be a bad thing, to have them give cooperating a go at this juncture. If only to serve as preparation for the events that lay ahead too, in any case.

“You’re telling me to be the support? I’ll have you know that I’ve never had to play lackey for anyone, ever!”

“Please be advised that I shall only be using a portion of my Skills. I have no intention of revealing all the cards I hold, on a stage where so many eyes are watching.”

“Two pieces of S-rank equipment. That should be the bare minimum, wouldn’t you say. Take it or leave it.”

Quarrels seemed to be breaking out among the majority, for the most part. Yeah, that seemed about right. I wondered how many groups would be able to scrape together a usable team comp for their attempt, in the end. One? Perhaps two?

“Let’s go have dinner.”

Yoohyunie said, demeanor showing complete indifference towards the S-ranks brawling it out amongst themselves. 

“Not yet. I’ll need to supervise, at least until nighttime.”

I didn’t have any plans to stay up all night, but I should at least stick around for the results of the first round, I figured. Hearing my words, my dongsaeng assumed a displeased expression. 

“Then I’ll go and bring back a simple lunchbox, at least. Stay next to Bak Yerim.”

“Just bring some of whatever they have prepared, ‘kay. Most of it’s gonna be things that can be reheated or eaten as-is, anyway.”

Since we couldn’t retain a chef on the premises, most of our dining options were preassembled in nature. There were additional ingredients available on hand as well, but we could just eat what had already been put together. Saying that he would collect Peace on his way as well, Yoohyunie left his post.

“Gyeol-ah, do you want to turn in first?”

At my query, Gyeolie shook his head vigorously. But he couldn’t even talk while like this, and he was probably starting to grow bored. When Yoohyunie got back, I’d at least have to make sure he got something to eat. 

“I hear you’re close to my dongsaeng?”

Meanwhile, Liette had approached Myungwoo from the side. Whether it was because she didn’t possess a major need for equipment–having access to the large-scale dragon transformation, unlike Noah, in addition to Kang Soyoung’s Skill–or if it was because of her personality, unlike the other Hunters, she didn’t show any hesitance to engage with him. At the slightly aggressive cast to her words, Myungwoo’s eyes narrowed slightly. However, the one who showed a bigger reaction was surprisingly Noah. 

“It is not something that warrants noonim’s concern.”

“I’m trying to be friendly-like too, y’know.”

At Liette’s words, Noah’s expression filled with skepticism. Then, without further ado, he began urging Myungwoo inside.

“Yoojin-ssi, we’ll be turning in first, then. Let’s get going.”

“I’m alright, though.”

But despite Myungwoo’s protest, his hackles still raised towards Liette, Noah half-dragged, half-pulled Myungwoo towards the inside of the building. Left standing by herself, Liette’s lips jutted out in a slight pout.

“It didn’t work.”

“You have to make your approach a touch softer, unnie!”

Kang Soyoung exclaimed, appearing to latch onto Liette’s side.

“My oppas too, they were suuuper nice to my friends. Barring the boys, I mean. And you have to be good at knowing when to make your exit, besides. Dropping in to cover the bill for the food, then slipping right back out!”

Could that exchange, possibly have been Liette trying to make reparations in her relationship with Noah-ssi? In consultation with Soyoung-ssi’s advice? I wasn’t sure if it had been Soyoungj-ssi who had convinced her, or if Liette had come to make the decision on her own volition–but I supposed even Liette was capable of change, after all.

“Before that, why don’t you try complimenting Noah-ssi more?”

At my interjection, Liette turned to look at me.

“But I tell him he’s cute all the time.”

“I’m talking about the things that require effort. Noah-ssi’s proficient at a lot of things, right.”

Liette gave a slow blink. Hey, it can’t be that you really don’t think he excels at anything, right.

“He’s better at cooking than I am.”

“Without judging him by your criteria!”

“That's right, unnie. Please bring the baseline down to ordinary standards!”

Liette’s expression seemed to ask why in the world she’d be expected to do that.

“But he’s my dongsaeng? So of course it should be by my parameters.”

…wasn’t the problem with Liette, not that she held her dongsaeng in low esteem, but rather the opposite. Drawling unnie, that’s not iiiit~, Kang Soyoung hauled Liette away.

“It does seem like Liette holds Noah-ssi near and dear. I suppose there are cases where one’s expectations rise, the more precious they hold someone.”

“Why not–there’re those parents that go to the extreme when it comes to studies, after all, right. The ones that’re like, if it’s our kid, then they should be able to achieve this much as a minimum.”(1)

Yerimie said, nodding her head. And if the parent possessed exceptional ability themself, much like Liette, then the backlash probably would’ve been even worse, huh. Since, even if the child were to simply turn out to be ‘ordinary’, they would still feel as though they’d fallen short regardless. The child should only be judged by their own ‘standards’, but such a thing wouldn’t be easy. People ultimately tended to gravitate towards their own standards, even subconsciously, and parents were people before they were parents, first and foremost. 

Additionally, being the adult, it fell to the person who was acting as the guardian to put forth a greater amount of effort, as the adult. Sometimes ignorance was inevitable, and you could make mistakes, but a wrong was a wrong. And even if Noah-ssi were to bounce back completely, it still remained that Liette needed to change.

“Yerim-ah, you, and Yoohyunie too–sometimes I worry because you’re too well-behaved. Whether you might just be going along with what I want, even though you’re opposed to it.”

“Isn’t it the opposite, though? Ahjussi is way too accepting when it comes to Han Yoohy–Guild Leader-nim, I mean.”

“Ehh, if I’d actually given into everything Yoohyunie wanted, I…….”

Probably wouldn’t be here now, huh. Hmm. Well, since Yoohyunie was a special case. The reason he’d lived this far, like a human, was because of me, after all; and the reason he was living now, was owing to me as well. So shouldn’t it only follow, then, that I should concede to my dongsaeng.

Since Yoohyunie had given me everything first. To the point that he’d even balked at it, without leaving any piece of himself behind, all of him.

…thinking about it from that perspective, if he really couldn’t bear it, I could probably easily part with a measly arm, if it came to it.

“Yerim-ah, I hope you’ll always put yourself first. First place should always be reserved for ‘Bak Yerim’.”

“I will, of course.”

Yerimie was quiet for a moment, before continuing.

“Since I’d been the last one left. If I stopped existing, then the people I hold precious would disappear with me as well, I was told. But that, so long as I remembered them, they wouldn’t fade away.”

“...who told you that?”

“My sunsaeng-nim. While I was an elementary schooler.”

“...they were a good person, huh. Let’s have a hug, shall we.”

“Here, ahjussi.”

Yerimie threw her arms open wide. Hugging me back, she clung on tightly. Gyeolie had also latched onto my neck. Though the Hunters around us threw odd looks in our direction, what did I care. For Yerimie, as well as Yoohyunie. I really needed to make sure I’d be able to live on for a long while yet. 

“Feels like the kind of atmosphere where you shouldn’t attempt to approach them, doesn’t it.”

Just then, I heard Huanglim’s voice. Even Song Taewon, who had been monitoring the Hunters preparing for their raid from a spot a little ways away, had drawn close by at some point. Loosening the arm I’d wrapped around Yerimie, I turned my head.

“Since I hadn’t spotted hair nor hide of you, I’d ventured to guess that you’d ended up in the belly a monster, and yet.”

“The little Hunter-nim barred my entry on the grounds that my name didn’t match, y’see.”

“But it’s true, isn’t it.”

Yerimie glowered at Huanglim, brows furrowed.

“And you’re dressed improperly, on top of that.”

“Seeing as there was no mention of a dress code on the invitation card, it would hardly be my fault, no.”

Honestly though, what was up with that getup. The Hawaiian shirt and shorts combo, okay–but why was he going around barefoot, too.

“All of your military discipline’s gone to hell since you made a cock-up of things and deserted, I see.(2) And just what exactly did you do with your shoes. I thought cigarettes were the only thing you peddled, but was it that you’d go so far as to sell everything on your person?”

Huanglim, the bastard, made a show of flapping the hem of his half-dry shirt.

“For our Jinie, a mere hundred bucks.”

“No thank you. Piss off.”

“The pants, a thousand dollars.”

“The hell’s it so expensive for? Is it actually a luxury brand, despite its look.”

“The lower half costs more than the top half, don’t y’know.”

The fuck was he saying. As that Huanglim bastard took a step towards me, Section Chief Song-nim’s eyes narrowed. Yerimie, too, her lips pressed tightly together, snatched up my wrist as though preparing to teleport us away at a moment’s notice. Seeing all of that, Huanglim laughed, spreading his hands wide. 

“I really am here to sell wares.”

“Does it look like I was born yesterday.”

“Truly, I feel quite wronged–”

Huanglim quickly jumped backwards. In the same instant, a flash of fire struck down on the spot he’d been standing in, charring it black.

- 끼앙!

As Peace appeared, rubbing up against my ankles, Yoohyunie touched down on the scorched patch of blackened earth. 

“Is it fine to kill him now?”

“Not while in front of Section Chief Song-nim.”

Huanglim, who had retreated to a position far away, let out a soundless laugh in my direction. Since there was no way he was actually here to just sell cigarettes. Just what was that bastard really up to.

“...let’s go check out the monster instead for now. Section Chief Song-nim, would you like to accompany us as well?”

“I will opt to remain stationed here, at this juncture.”

There were several Hunters still milling about, true–and more importantly, Sung Hyunjae for him to still consider. Peace grew to his full size. Yoohyunie settled in behind me on his back, and Yerimie floated up to hover alongside us as well.

“It’s huge.”

About a hundred meters from shore, the rounded form of a monster could be seen looming above the sea’s surface. It appeared to be a turtle-esque type, after all, and the exposed portion of the monster resembled a massive shell. Glinting tarnished gold below the rays of the setting sun, it certainly looked to be a formidable foe.

“Are all of you ready!”

Moon Hyuna roared, having been the first one to arrive on the beach. A stopwatch was held in her hand. As an S-rank Hunter who was sitting out of the raid attempts, she had been asked to help track the run times for the event.

The first team, a raid team comprising two S-rank Hunters and five A-rank Hunters, all took hold of their respective weapons. 

“Without using your Skills yet, line up at the start line! And–go!”

쿵! As Moon Hyuna slammed the end of her spear into the ground, the raid party surged forward towards the monster. Instead of using a flying Skill–촤아악, disk-like constructs floated up above the water’s surface. As they quickly hopped across on the path of disks, the supports began to cast all of their Skills as well. Yoohyunie opened the lid of the lunchbox he had brought over.

“I’ll warm it up for you.”

“Me too, Han Yoohyun, do mine too. I’ll trade you ice for drinks, yeah?”

“No. It’s cold out.”

“Even if it’s chilly, sodas definitely need ice.”

“Hyung can have milk.”

But, I’d wanted something carbonated too....... Just then, the S-rank Hunter who’d managed to reach the monster first, swung their hammer in a powerful arc. The battle hammer, cloaked in a Skill, slammed into the shell of the monster and–

텅!

“Ugh!I” 

The Hunter was sent flying high, alongside their hammer. Hmm, significant resilience properties. Most likely a Skill. Tricky, very tricky.

* * *

The sound of running water stopped. Pulling on a dressing gown, Sung Hyunjae stepped out of the bathroom. His hair was still soaked through with water. This kind of approach proved more effective on Han Yoojin, after all. He preferred the ones that showed a gap in their armor, who hinted at needing to be taken care of. Whether the one in question was a human, a monster, or an entity that resembled neither altogether.

“I don’t recall calling for a bath attendant.”

In the center of the living room in his private quarters, stood a figure. Though it had taken on a humanoid form, the feeling it gave off was far from being so. To be precise, it was something reminiscent of a Skill or an Item.

[ Why associate with them. ]

It asked him. Sung Hyunjae approached the thing with measured steps.

“A guest should offer up their name first, no.”

[ When you despise impasse, and rage at impotence. Those lowly things do not suit you. ]

Sung Hyunjae’s hand shot out and seized the thing’s neck. As it squirmed in his grip as though it meant to escape, razor-sharp magical energy tore at the hand squeezing its throat. First hand, then wrist, and then down to his elbow; shallow cuts littered his skin in long, scrawling lines. But even as crimson drops of blood dripped down his arm, Sung Hyunjae fixed the thing clenched in his fist with an unwavering stare. 

“Not Chatterbox’s, it seems.”

Sung Hyunjae’s magical energy bore into the ensnared thing. Golden sparks crackled as he made to examine the thing in depth, surgical in his dissection. 

“...nor Crescent Moon.”

But Crescent Moon was said to have retained several children. And so, there remained the possibility that it was one of them.

“There are already enough troublesome matters to deal with at hand here, you see.”

Sung Hyunjae mused, lifting his other hand to press against the thing’s head. His finger crooked; it drilled through the skull, into its head. Rather than blood, a black viscous fluid leaked out. And then–지이익, increasing the strength of his grip, he began to tear it to pieces. 

[ Why shield them. ]

The thing, as it was slowly ripped apart, continued speaking.

[ An entity, such as yourself. Who would keep those things you deem insignificant beneath your heel. To act on your whims, regardless of the situation at hand. ]

“It appears that you hold some misconceptions.”

찌이익, the strips of what had been torn away collected at his feet. As its struggles increased, the blood that soaked his arms ran down to pool down by his feet as well. 

“Pray tell–why should I feel opposed to experiencing rage, frustration, and dissatisfaction, exactly.”

Sung Hyunjae asked, sing-song, as though humming a small tune. 

“It is simply what being alive entails, no. To only ever experience enjoyment, would surely be psychotic.”

Could a human being only capable of experiencing a singular emotion, truly be called ‘normal’. Surely, it only followed that what he was experiencing was a slow descent into madness. Or perhaps he had already even passed that threshold, long ago. 

“It may be that some persons–or, perhaps, even the majority–wish for me to maintain my lofty position at the top, as an unwavering force.”

Acquiring, eliminating, then reamassing. The countless multitudes that had interacted with him in those many worlds. They were absent from his memories now, but that was how things would have turned out.

“But I’m quite pleased with every aspect of myself, you see.”

Though it might not suit some others’ purposes, it was of no consequence to Sung Hyunjae himself. It enabled for him a vibrant existence.

And so, even if he were to fall down to hit rock bottom, so long as it was something he himself had intended upon. Even that situation would be something he enjoyed to the fullest extent. So long as he still remained ‘Sung Hyunjae’, in whatever form that might entail. 

찌이익, the last remaining piece was shredded into two long, tattered strips. The collected pool of disemboweled parts rippled lightly, like a small tar pit.

[ The more you do. ]

[ The faster you will decline. ]

[ So come, and find me. ]

The thing began to grow faint, before soon disappearing altogether. 파직, the small marble that had been left behind let off a spark. The shattered fragments of the marble had been scorched a deep black. 

“So many pests, even in this sort of climate.”

Sung Hyunjae murmured, pouring a potion over the arm dripping blood. To wash up once more, or to simply head outside as he was. Both Han Yoojin, as well as Song Taewon, would likely provide him with an entertaining response.

Han Yoojin was likely to fret over him, in particular. Sung Hyunjae let out a long sigh. That Han Yoojin was an F-rank was both unfortunate, as well as a relief. If he had been even a bit stronger, it might’ve proved difficult for him to graciously hold himself in check, as he was doing now.

He intended to squeeze out the full spectrum of experiences Han Yoojin could offer, after all. Not simply the positives, of course, but all of the negatives as well. 

“So, do survive a while longer yet.”

Placing a piece of the magical energy he’d just ripped away into the magic stone he’d long maintained, Sung Hyunjae smiled. Whether for Han Yoojin or himself–there was precious little time left.

- - - - -

(1) Student jumps off building on college entrance exam day

Nearly 40,000 Koreans die by suicide over past 3 years: data

Korea's top 30 ranked universities

Thousands of S Korean teachers rally for protection from abusive parents

'I’m a precious daughter': High school video fans public furor

Why the Korean job market is so inhumanly competitive when Korea has become one of the biggest economies in the past decade?

(2) refer to footnote 3 in ch 509 for why what yj said is a grave insult directed towards hl’s integrity as a man etc.

liette -> everyone | informal casual

noah -> liette | formal polite

myungwoo -> noah | informal casual

noah -> myungwoo | informal polite

yerimie -> yoojin | informal polite

yerimie ↔ yoohyunie | impolite casual

yoojin ↔ liette | impolite casual

yoojin -> yerimie | informal casual

yoojin ↔ yoohyunie | intimate casual

Using Korean: A Guide to Contemporary Usage

+ (Q&A)

Q) does water have a ‘fate’ that follows with its attribute too? i became curious after reading in the afterword that yerimie had the potential to grow to become akin to ‘pure’ water A) as fire is not a ‘characteristic’ compatible with living beings, initially, there were no corresponding ‘races’(species) that ‘embodied’ it; and even when they had emerged, they were considered exceedingly rare. however, though they don't present nearly to the extent that it does in ‘fire’, the other attributes have ‘traits’ characteristic of themselves as well. ‘water’, while capable of  being ‘vast(open)’(넓게 퍼지며) and ‘enveloping(enfolding)’ many within its embrace (감싸 안지만), simultaneously ‘crushes(pressurizes)’(내리누르기) as well. and the more powerful the water attribute, the greater the instinct to dominate(subjugate)(지배적인 성향) becomes. in addition, as they accumulate more strength, there are cases where they become agitated when confined to more enclosed spaces. there’s a high likelihood that a more grown bak yerim will look to move towards wider pastures^^

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Q) yerimie’s initial-stage optimized Skill, ‘White Corpse’–what aspect or characteristic of yerimie was the Skill a manifestation of? A) it was a combination of bak yerim’s own original attributes and the memories of the past that she clung onto–where her parents were still alive–instead of the present, that gave rise to the mentioned outcome. because the bak yerim who existed pre-regression had already made the decision to stand alone by the time she had Awakened at an older age, she never ended up gaining a Skill similar to the ‘White Corpse’.

+ (Q&A)

Q) in the novel, it’s mentioned that, as far as ‘teas kept in the house that’s been boiled then cooled to drink’, yoojinie prefers barley tea, yoohyunie prefers barley tea too (because hyung does), and that yerimie likes brown rice tea; then, i was curious as to what teas the gyeol, seol, and byeol babies might prefer too, respectively! A) all three still prefer either Dungeon-sourced spring water, or the ‘clean’ water that bak yerim summons for them. in particular, han seol is less concerned with the taste associated with any form of sustenance, than its mana content; his sense of taste tends to be fairly dull^^

+ (Q&A)

Q) did yerimie want to be a Hunter even before awakening, or did she have a different future occupation in mind? A) most teenagers long to turn out to be an A-rank or higher Awakened^^ when bak yerim discussed Hunter-related matters with her peers, she would make mention of wanting to Awaken so I can become emancipated~. only, as becoming said A-rank or higher Hunter held odds equivalent to winning the lottery, it wasn’t ever a serious ‘future dream job’ in her mind. in bak yerim’s case, she was less concerned with a ‘dream job’, than she was preoccupied with her desire to escape from her living situation at home.

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Q) is Huanglim actually younger than section chief song-nim in age? is he in his 20s? A) he is younger than song taewon, and yes, in his 20s^^ specifically, as he’s unable to accurately pin down his own age (owing to the gap in knowledge re:himself), he considers himself to be somewhere between 20 to 30 years old.

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Q) are huanglim’s 18+ jokes and adult references born from experience, or is he just the type to bluster despite being inexperienced? personally, i’m partial to characters like huanglim who are sleazy but refreshing and also kind of empty(hollow)(?), so i was curious–is huanglim a character who has a lot of relationship(sexual) experience? A) re:his premise, the length of time he’s been able to experience things as himself has been brief, but the number of encounters tends to run on the higher side^^ because he couldn’t be certain how long his existence would go on for, he didn’t really restrain himself when it came to anything.

+ (Q&A)

Q) how strong is huanglim among the s-classes? i’m very curious, since there wasn’t a point in the novel where the Skills he holds were shown in full, nor did we see the top equipment in his possession, or a scene with a fight where his life hung in the balance! whether he’s the type to have stats that are min-maxed or more balanced, and how strong of a dps he would be if he'd had the opportunity to study his opponent in advance, and tailor his approach accordingly by ‘renting’ the appropriate counter-Skills etc! since he has a laid-back air that suggests he’s unconcerned about losing his life in a match-up against even a born s-rank, it made me feel even more curious! A) huanglim is akin to a specialist-defense type^^ as the Gardener is a defense-type, both huanglim and song taewon, who have received His influence, possess high defense-type specs. however, as song taewon also holds the Eclipse That Which Swallows All, his close-combat ability charts higher; huanglim’s specialist trait, too, is a product of the environment he’d been brought up in. as a powerful defense-type, huanglim possesses high physical stats. unlike song taewon, who was stunted from reaching his full growth by his self-suppressive tendencies, he’s quite tall, and built as well. but despite being hardy and possessing remarkable recovery abilities, like the Gardener, his offensive capabilities are fairly poor. however, he’s able to gain roundabout access to attack Skills via his copy Skill, and there are several Skills he’s managed to master after repeated practice in his arsenal. as huanglim has done this with many of the Skills belonging to the Hunters he’s allied with, so long as he prepares diligently in advance, he would probably place close to the top of the rankings for s-ranks who are well-balanced in both offense and defense capabilities. particularly, as–once a few conditions are met–he’s able to switch between defense and offense configurations, as well as heal, then switch to using support Skills too, he makes for a particularly difficult opponent.

+ (Q&A)

A) sung hyunjae tends to keep a regular sleep schedule of five hours at minimum, to eight plus hours of sleep per day. while some of this can be attributed to how things are at least less tedious when he’s asleep, his physical state plays a greater hand in it. by dint of the subconscious instinct to ‘defrag’ his accumulated experiences, when he does sleep, he’s a sound sleeper. he is capable of experiencing dreams as well.

#498화 #the s classes that i raised #tsctir #sctir