#i cant imagine how fucked up i would be if my best and only friend in the world asked me to risk my life for the slimmest chance at saving

[roychewtoy]

impaled

#nathan being impaled on that tetanus inducing loose steel pipe. tho tetanus is the least of his worries on account of. well u know 🕳 #nathan can be a body horror fans best friend if u let him into ur heart. living human crash dummy #i really cant believe he gets impaled. twice. #hole moment! #love turning nathans immortality round in my head. but healing factor....? #thinkin today about how the video game guy tim threatens to cut one of them in half with a chainsaw and simon is like: #[😐nathan u obviously have to volunteer] #but what woulda actually happened if that followed through [probably why it didnt lol] #would the others have had to drag each severed bit of him back to the community centre and let his guts re fuse #fucking hold him together with gaffer tape and plasters. cause i doubt he coulda regrown a whole half #his 'healing factor' only comes into play when he dies. fresh canvas etch a sketch reboot and all that. hes not fuckin wolverine #all the deaths r: impaled on fence. impaled on pipe. beaten to death. blows his own brains out. falls and snaps his neck #but chainsaw... ? one can ponder. fingers to head i can imagine anything image #readin his wiki rn 'his body will never get sick. rot. age. or truly grow old' #may not get sick but he can still shit his guts out. hashtag oblivious lactose intolerant king hashtag milk drinker #forever the worlds most annoying twenty yr old #and then the wiki goes 'the user does not need to eat drink or breathe' ....hello #ive rotated him not aging any further cause it lines up with the whole stuck in his ways. never changing [kelly voice: its just who u are] #but eatin and drinking and breathing??? we know he still experiences hunger [<-kebab] #and he dunks his head in a bucket of water when hes testin for powers with simon. gaspin for air afterwards right #firm believer in the. he suffocated to death several times in the coffin before they dug him up #oh waaait. is it stating this like. he doesnt need foodwaterair. cause it doesnt matter if he dies.. ohhhhhh..... Oh..😃 #staring at nathan sleeping in the community centre surviving on bags of crisps from the vendies so hard i burn holes through my monitor #this got away from me. uh. living crash dummy. oil pastel guts and water colour jumpsuit yessir #having fun doin art. expect more hole art. sorryfor putting this in the misfits tag hehe. not really #gore #blood #misfits #my art #chewtoy

[mikkaeus]

So I just finished season 4 and just. wow. Wilson knew that House would do the DBS if he asked him. House, who was already feeling guilty, who’s a step away from borderline suicidal on a good day. The tragedy of House spelling it out, that Wilson wants him to trade his life for hers, and getting his confirmation that he's worth less than Amber. I mean, he's known all along, but it's a different kind of hurt to have that hanging in the air in front of you instead of being shoved down into a corner of your brain. And don't even get me started on the last dream scene with fake-Amber on the bus where House is convinced Wilson's going to hate him and convinced that he deserves it, and that just fucking kills him. He very nearly dies because of it.

And. AND! If THAT wasn't enough, we get the actual last scene with Cuddy asleep, curled up bare-foot in a chair holding his hand. juxtaposed against Wilson meeting his eyes then walking away. im fuckigg devastated dont @ me

#im fine #this was a brutal fucking episode #4.16 #house md #house lb #i hate wilson for this #i cant imagine how fucked up i would be if my best and only friend in the world asked me to risk my life for the slimmest chance at saving #his girlfriend #the irreparable damage to your psyche #have i mentioned that i love cuddy

[shewantsitall]

It's angst on a new level tbh

#there was a school shooting today #words cannot express how fucked up it is that this is even an issue #or how fucked up it is that when the news broke me and the second grade team were in a data meeting with RTI #and the teacher who was leading the meeting saw the news and told us and then we went on talking about data #bc there's nothing we could say or do despite being just a few hours away #and so we just went on with our meeting #i never dreamed this would be the world I'm teaching in #talked to a friend today who said he was glad his mom only had a year left before retirement #just one more year in what should be a safe place but could turn into a combat zone at any moment #I've thought a lot about my kiddos today #people talk about how teachers without personal children just Don't Get It in a lot of ways #but as dramatic as it sounds i honestly cant imagine loving my personal child any more than i love these kids. not that I wouldnt love them #just...that i really love my kiddos #and I can honestly say that i think i would do anything for them #im going to go cry some more #and then plan for tomorrow as best as i can #and im going to cherish every second tomorrow. even the ones that are not the best. because they're seconds we get. #just my ramblings #cw vent #personal vent #teacher sadie rides the struggle bus #student teacher sadie ✨

[hearts4chriss]

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

Brothers bestfriend! Chris + needy! Nate’s lil sis

prompt: Nate ( ur older brother ) wants to go out for a bit with some of his other friends and he doesn’t trust you enough to stay home by urself without mom and dad since they won’t be there either. So he asks one of his best friend Chris to stay over and watch you, Matt and nick know ur crush on Chris so they pretend they can’t come.

Part 01

contains: masturbation ( no actual sex ), use of y/n ( sorry I have to ) dirty fantasies ( pet names, rough! Chris, dirty talk, degrading, forced head etc just beyond FILTHLY imagination ), use of vibrator on reader, caught by Chris, FORESHADOWING, fantasy will be like this

Nate are you serious I’m not 12! I whine when said he was gonna find a baby sitter for me knowing how much it pisses me off

I’m Nate doe’s little sister I’m 18, we’ve Been close to his bestfriends the sturniolo triplets. So obviously him being my brother naturally I got to know them.

Nick

I clicked with him superrr fast, I love his energy and when I found out he was gay that just made it all the better because I’ve always wanted a gay bestfriend, and we always have sleepovers :)

Matt

Matt’s absolutely adorable I love him he always helps me calm down whenever I’m about to or am having a panic attack, I remember one time during a test I forgot everything and almost had one and he slid me the answers. Love that kid

now there’s a reason I saved Chris for last,

Chris

chris and I know each other just as well if not even more then I do his other two brothers, we haven’t done anything unfortunately. I’ve had a crush on him since middle school.

First I just wanted to kiss him and hold his hand.

Then go to his house and do some more.

Then now, as an 18 year old I wanted him to fuck my Brains out.

I’m around him all the time since we all live in LA and always hanging out, I always see him shirtless and fucking hell it turns me on, I always get lucky since nick and matt found of my attraction to his brother they always snap me or text me pictures of him.

What sucks is I cant have him. It would take my life 1000 times over for me to be able to fuck chris sturniolo, and it sucks because my brother nate does not play that shit.

He strictly said "your not allowed to date any of them" obviously referring to matt and Chris.

Which also doesn't help because my wants and desires a hormonal teenage-adult girl only grow more whenever he comes around, chris is always there.

Now today, nate had to run some errands and nick matt and chris used to watch me when I was younger if my parents couldn't

Buttt, nick and matt "could not come due to personal issues" so. Your guess is right, im gonna be alone with chris for hours.

That thought alone made me soak in my p-

“Y/n! are you listening to me kid?” My older brother chuckles leaning against my doorway of my room as im on my bed watching "The Vampire Diaries".

“Huh? oh yeah im listening matt and nick cant come so chris is because im fucking 11.” I roll my eyes hiding my excitement from him watching me.

“Don't think of any weird shit alright? He's just watching you so don't-“

“Ugh is he here yet? You're annoying me already.” I groan shifting in my sheets and taking a sip from my celsius hearin our door open, they have a key.

“Welp thats chris.” Nate says tilting his head for me to get up.

I get up from the sheets wearing some pink sleep shorts and a white t-shirt and he raises an eyebrow.

“Your wearing THAT? around chris?” Nate chuckles and I flip him off.

“Hey! I heard that!.” Chris yells coming up the stairs sounding offended.

He's now at the top of the steps. oh my fuck he looks so good.

Its around 6ish in LA right now and hes wearing a black tank top and grey fresh love sweats, slight stubble and his hair was a bit messy which I always liked and my eyes immediately drifted to his natural bulge in his pants as him and Nate were talking.

“Just make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.” Nate puts his arm around me giving me a hug and Chris chuckles.

“Don’t worry bro she’s safe with me.” He says before dapping him up as Nate leaves the house. yeah safer if you were balls deep inside

Oh god Chris sh-shit so-d-deep inside me

Yeah? You feel me deep inside you baby?

bro she’s like zoning out today. Nate chuckled and I snap out of it

Whatever no I wasn’t! Just go!

Soon after it was just me and Chris so we made our way down to the living room

“Where are ur other two clones?” I chuckle getting situated on the couch before turning on a movie saltburn

“they have “personal issues”.” He said rolling his eyes causing a small laugh to fall from my lips.

“So it’s just you and me little one.” A smirk curving on his lips, just enough for my panties to be soaked.

Shut up Chris I’m 18.I mutter trying to watch the movie in peace and he chuckles

the movie went on and it was now, the bathtub scene where jacob elordi ( Felix ) is jerking off.

I peer over to Chris whose eyes are clearly fixated on the screen as my squeeze my thighs together under the blanket feeling all my hormonal thoughts leaking through my panties.

This had nothing to do with the movie, it’s the thought for Chris doing that to himself that had turned me on most. The tension so thick a knife couldn’t even cut through.

“Uhm I-i gotta go to the bathroom”. I nearly choke and I fix my shorts placing the blanket down where I was sitting.

“Don’t take to long I’ll miss you.” He chuckles and that didn’t help.

I go to my room and close the door squeezing my eyes shut.

I had maybe 5 minutes to relieve myself.

I quickly reach into my drawer grabbing my vibrating dildo and the remote for it.

I pull down my shorts and panties and spread my legs letting the tip of the toy get coated in my wetness and I bite my lip slightly feeling the thickness of it.

I turned it on letting out a soft moan slowly inserting it, wishing this was Chris’s dick instead.

I began thrusting the toy in and out of my pussy letting the squelching sounds of arousal grow letting it drip down curling my toes throwing my head on the pillows allowing my mind to drift

I was in Chris’s/my room my head smushed in the pillows as his cock rammed inside me whilst I was on my stomach. His hips slamming against my ass and his hand wrapped around my lower stomach as I cried out his name

Fuck fuckk so d-deep- I whimper into the pillows as he was bringing me to my 4th orgasm, we had switched numerous positions and my legs were quivering in front of him as he laid a hard snack to my ass chucking behind me.

such a fucking slut letting me fuck you like this, imagine if ur brother found out his little sister was getting her pussy pounded by his bestfriend. He laid another harsh smack to my ass and I jolted forward.

stretched this pussy out so good- he groans rubbing my clit to chase both our orgasms.

ngh- o-oh shit- fuck- I gripped the sheets tightly curses of Chris’s name flew out my mouth feeling my eyes water from the angle of his hips thrusting allowing his thick cock to hit every single spot inside me

come on sweetheart cum for me, you have another one in you yeah? He grunted lowly in my ear kissing me sloppily as a string of Saliva parts from our lips each time we kiss moaning into each others mouths.

“Oh fuck Chris I-“ I curl my toes and yell loudly as I’m about to release on the toy before I look up and see Chris. Was. Watching me.

“Were you playing with yourself?” Chris leans on the doorway of my room his eyes darting to between ny legs as I was thrusting the toy in and out of me and I quickly covered up my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Uhm…maybe. Sorry I-I’ll be down in a second-“

Maybe I can help. Chris says closing the door to my room approaching my bed

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#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #smut #nicolas sturniolo #hearts4chriss #babyddolly is my fucking girl #🩷 nate doe’s little sister series!

[choso-star]

jjk men and jobs!!

summary:

jjk men and there modern jobs!!

characters:

gojo, geto, choso, nanami, toji, megumi, yuji, ino

authors note

wow this was a lot more than i was thinking id wrote for my first time! let me know what you think!

CONTAINS! nsfw, fluff

bartender! gojo

-i just see gojo as a bartender, i have literally no clue why i just do.

-just imagine him standing behind the bar, muscles showing through his tight dress shirt, sleeves slightly pulled up🤭🤭

-thats definitely how you guys met, him standing behind the bar on your 21st birthday, your friends long gone partying and you just sitting there, looking all sweet.

“aww look at the little birthday girl layin down and takin my cock so well” all you can do to respond to the man pounding into you is clench your pussy around his cock. “to fucked dumb to say anything? its okay baby we’ll be finished soon and i can send you back to your friends” when you do end up going back to your friends, gojo is back behind the bar serving drinks and your walking out of the bar with cum dripping down your leg.

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tattoo artist! geto

-i have such a love hate relationship with this man😞

-he looks like he would genuinely be so talented, and so skillful with his hands(🤭)

-his favorite tattoos to do are definitely the more intricate ones he can really put his heart into

-you probably came into his shop, no appointment and wanting your first tattoo. normally, he probably wouldnt have done it for anybody else, but you’re just to cute to refuse.

“hold still princess, it’ll only hurt for a moment” geto says, pressing the needle to your skin, a loud cry leaving your throat. normally, this wouldnt bother him but today its just different. no matter how many times he tells you to stay quiet or for you to not move, you dont listen, you cant help it after all. “y’know what if your gonna keep bitchin i’ll make you quite”

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piercer! choso

-this man has my heart he could literally do anything to me

-choso is such a sweetheart, he really is, but he doesn’t necessarily look that sweet.

-with his strong build, arms covered in tattoos, several piercings, he looks a little more rugged.

-this certainly wasnt your first piercing, but it was one of your more painful ones, and based on the reviews, choso was your best and safest bet.

-you were definitely nervous but once you saw choso you almost turned around and left. but your committed, your going to get this piercing.

“just lay down on the chair and it wont take very long” you lay down, ‘to late to turn back now’ you thought. as you lay back choso takes his seat in between your legs, preparing everything to complete the piercing. his hands slightly lifted up your shirt to expose your belly button. you would be lying if it wasn’t a great sight. “so pretty, ready for your piercing?”

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ceo! nanami

-i know, i know “ceo? everyone puts him as that” its just what he is😞

-he looks so good, sitting at the desk in his office, one foot crossed over the other propped on the desk, working on paper work

-your just his little secretary bringing him coffee every morning and checking up on him every so often. i guess you wouldnt want colleagues to know what you always do at your 2 o’clock meeting.

“such a good girl bent over the desk for me” he says, fingers plunging in and out of your tight cunt. “nanamin p-please give’m more” you slur out, then feeling a sharp slap across your ass, causing you to whimper. “if you dont shut up your not getting any of my cock”

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plumber! toji

-oh god he can come clean my pipes whenever 😊😊 (please send help)

-definitely fucking hates his job😭 wishes he didnt have to work but knows he needs the money bad.

-you would think he would half ass shit to get it done but he’s doing everything the best he can so he never has to come back.

-and then he came to your house, or, your daddys mansion.

“m’better hurry up before your daddy gets home” toji says, holding your hips as you bounce on his cock. “t-toji your too big., m’gonna cum soon- ah” you cried out, but your sobs fell to deaf ears as toji started fucking up into you harder “c’mon baby lets make this quick, we can do more next time”

toji didn’t fix all of your houses pipes this time, looks like he’ll have to come back to finish the job.

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actor! megumi

-he’s a pretty boy so ofc he’s gonna be on screen

-all the girls want him, he’s literally the josh hutcherson of his universe. constant edits being made of him, always being shipped with someone new.

-what they wouldnt expect is the one he wants isnt an actor, a producer, another celebrity of any kind, but his own personal makeup artist

“hold still megs i have to put more blush on you” you say, slightly sticking your tongue out to concentrate. megumi’s hands find there way to your hips, and pulling you down onto his lap, causing you to accidentally get to much blush on the side of his face“megumi! now im gonna have to redo your base” you whine, but megumi doesn’t care, pulling you into a slow kiss “as long as i get to spend more time with my favorite girl”

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delivery driver! yuji

-i felt bad for giving him a delivery driver (no hate to delivery drivers obvi) i feel like its so much less glamorous but it kinda fits him😭😭

-yuji is a little pizza boy, driving around the city in his busted, broken toyota camry, but whatever pays the bills right?

-but, hes a broke college student and this is the only way to pay off all his loans.

-its his last house for the night, he walks up to the door and sees you, teary eyed and holding a tub of ice-cream in one hand and a spoon in the other.

“fuck.. you like that? do i fuck you better than he ever could” he said, your pushed against the wall with yuji fucking you at a pace you cant keep up woth “mmmhm.. m’yes- y..uji soso good!” you cry out, tears spilling from your face as he keeps going “good, i’ll fuck the thoughts of him out of your mind”

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firefighter! ino

-oh my lord imagine this man in firefighter gear, AWOOGA, that hose aint the only thing spraying🥰(im sorry that was so bad😭)

-ino is a caring person, putting others safety before his own, i mean thats his job as a firefighter.

-so when someone sets your apartment on fore, ino is the first one rushing in to help, even tho he has no clue who you are

-he helps you out, and then theres the investigation, but ino is the only one you trust to talk to about what happened! looks like you’ll be spending a lot more time with him!!

“cmon baby im only fucking you in here cause you basically begged for me infront of those police officers “ he says hips snapping against your own, balls slapping your ass. “i only wanna talk to that firefighter ino! cant i talk to ino!” he says in a high pitch tone meant to be mocking you. “well now im here so talk to me baby, tell me how you feel.”

#toji fushiguro #toji smut #jjk fanfic #gojo #yuuji #ino takuma smut #megumi smut #nanami smut #nanami kento #choso smut #geto smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #honestly not bad for my first time #bakaakawaka

[midmourn]

like the movies

♡ nct dream ﹒ gender neutral!reader genre fluff, slice of life, angst, suggestive warnings language, suggestive on jeno’s, brief death joke on haechan’s note if yall have any requests let me know 🫶 here’s the tropes if you can’t tell: mark: best friends to lovers. renjun: enemies to lovers. jeno: fwb. haechan: fake dating. jaemin: second chance. chenle: arranged marriage. jisung: brother’s best friend. i cant remember who inspired this but i do know it was for enhypen lol ( masterlist )

resting on his elbow on your bed, mark’s mouth is agape as he stares at you, blinking furiously. was he dreaming? you, who stood in front of the floor length mirror, smooth down your clothes for non-existent dust and smile to yourself, “okay, how about this outfit?” you wait a few seconds before frowning, “mark? hello— mark?” you wave a hand in front of him and he jolts, “wha—? oh, um, yeah, it’s great. you look really good— … dude.” he winces inwardly at the name, but you don’t bat an eye at it and frown at his seemingly insincere words. “you’re right, it’s bad. i’m going to change.” mark catches your hand with a laugh, “dude, no! seriously, you look really— …” he trails off, looking hesitant to say the next word, even though he’s said it so many times before so easily. what was different now? “— pretty. gorgeous,” he says it without even thinking, realizing it the moment you smile bashfully, ducking your head to your chest to try and hide it but failing miserably. he studies your face for a second, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. and— oh. he wants to kiss you so bad. you, his best friend. oh. oh shit.

renjun doesn’t know when the lines blurred from enemies to frenemies to … lovers? crushes? all he knows is that the burning rage that used to fill him every time your mouth opened was now replaced with warmth spreading over his chest and the urge to kick his feet while giggling. words neither of you would dare to speak around your mothers, intended to hurt, were replaced with teasing, playful words with no hint of malice. your head turns swiftly, knocking him out of his daydream as you raise an eyebrow at him, “take a picture, maybe it’ll last longer.” cheeks flushing a subtle red, his eyes narrow at you, “you might break my camera.” but his pinky creeping towards yours and lips curling up at the ends says how he really thinks. you smile, flipping your hand over and making the first move to intertwine your fingers. his heart stuttered in his chest, “i— you—” you laugh, squeezing his hand once before going back to your textbook. and, yeah, he was certain he’s never felt this before.

“if you squeeze any harder, i think you’ll break the glass,” mark attempts at a joke to diffuse the tension radiating off jeno. jeno’s lips barely twitched up as he glanced down at the glass in his hand before setting it to the side, done drinking for the night. he didn’t feel like it anymore when he saw how closely some guy holds you to his side, hand on your waist. he didn’t like the funny feeling it gave him and he could only imagine how it’d feel when alcohol was added into the equation. “jeno, dude, when are you gonna make a move? you guys have been—” he glances around, checking for eavesdroppers even though the music was far too loud for anyone to hear, “—messing around for months, basically a couple without the label. and you know there’s more people interested in y/n than just him.” the two look back to the opposite side of the room where the guy was whispering something in your ear, a smirk on his face. “you need to tell them you want something more than just fuck buddies. or else you’ll lose them forever.”

“you— WHAT?” haechan winces as your voice grows louder in his ear, casting a quick look around to see if anyone could hear you through the phone. “hyuck! what the fuck?” “don’t act like it wouldn’t be a privilege to date me,” haechan scoffs playfully, hiding his nervousness behind humor; as he always did with his emotions. “i’d rather die.” “okay, well, please! my mom’s already told everyone in my family that i’m bringing someone, including my sisters!” the mention of his sisters have you going quiet, and he hopes you’re thinking about it on the other end. “god, haechan— i—” you sigh in frustration, “how was my name the first name to pop up in that tiny brain of yours?” he ignores the jab, thinking back to that moment. truthfully, he already knew why you were the first name to pop up in his head when his mom mentioned bringing a date to his family reunion. but you didn’t need to know that. not right now, at least. “you weren’t, you were actually my last choice but all my other choices would’ve said no,” he teases, hearing you scoff in disbelief and he grins. “whatever. you’re lucky i love your sisters and hate letting them down.” “and me?” he raises an eyebrow, maybe a hint of hope in his voice. “you wish.” he does.

jaemin swears he’s dreaming when he looks up and sees you. never in a million years did he think you would come back home. not when you tried so hard to leave, anyway. you’re across the aisle, switching your gaze between two spices in your hands when you feel the back of your neck prickling. your head lifts, making eye contact with jaemin immediately. your breath catches, the world freezing around you as the two of you stared at one another. jaemin had only seen glimpses of you through social media the last four years, living your life in some prestigious university with your dream job and dream life in america. he watched your life through pictures like he used to watch you sleep. you break first, raising a hand to wave shyly at him, attempting a weak smile as you didn’t know how he’d react. jaemin abandoned his cart, walking closer to you as you set the spices into your cart. “hi,” you breathe out once he stands in front of you. for years, it seemed like you could never catch your breath, always missing just one thing. and now, it seemed like a breath of fresh air, standing in front of him. his lips turned up into a soft smile, eyes shining as he said softly, “hi.”

the hotel room is silent as chenle unlocks the door with the cardkey, letting you in first and doing a quick check of his surroundings before following in. he listens to the click of the lock, eyes following your movements as you grab a change of clothes and your skincare items from your suitcase. he loosens the tie around his neck, kicking his dress shoes off and turning his back towards you. he doesn’t intend on saying anything, knowing that this situation is definitely not your favorite thing in the world. while he wished it was on his own terms, he liked that it was you. it was only ever you for him. you just didn’t know that. “chenle?” he hums in reply, shrugging off his suit jacket and throwing it on the loveseat. “you don’t … hate me, do you?” his head snaps up, brows furrowing, “what?” the word comes out incredulous and you bite your lip, embarrassment sinking in as your cheeks begin to feel warm. “i … i know this isn’t ideal, but for me, i know it’s not the worst thing in the world.” he blinks at you. you smile slightly at his dumbfounded expression, “i was angry at first, and i was so … betrayed. but, i’m glad it’s you.” you don’t expect a response, heading into the bathroom quietly. he smiles to himself once he fully registers what you just said. i’m glad it’s you. he was, too.

from your spot on the armchair, you watch as jisung rises from his seat on the couch, next to your brother. “i’m getting a drink, anyone want anything?” the rest of your friends and your brother’s friends chime in with their answers, and you wait a second for anyone to get up and follow after him. but no one does. you smile to yourself before standing, “i’m going to help him, since you assholes won’t.” your brother waves you off, too far into the video game to give a better reply. you sneak up behind jisung, sliding your cold hands up under his t-shirt and he jumps, neck twisting to look at you. “ah!” he says a little too loudly, and you shush him. you stay silent before you hear shouts of excitement and disappointment from the living room, turning back to him. “what if—” he starts to say. “as far as they know, i’m helping you with the drinks and snacks,” you poke him in his ribs and he jumps, making you snicker. you stare into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the small moment you’ve rarely got since you all came home from college for the summer. at the thought, your face falls and jisung frowns, brushing a stray hair away from your eyes, “what’s wrong?” you shake your head, not wanting to ruin the moment but he insists. “i … i really want to tell him, ji.” you frown, watching his face carefully. “the longer we keep this a secret, the more he’ll be mad. i think we should just rip the bandaid off.” at his hesitation, you sigh and step away from him, making him take a step forward to close the distance again. “jisung, if we’re really serious about this, we have to tell him at some time.” you hesitate, “… are you serious about me?” his eyes widen, “what? yeah, i am. i’ve been serious about you since we were seventeen. i…” he looks shy, “you’re it for me. you’ve always been.” your cheeks heat up, eyes darting away shyly at his words as you allow him to close more distance between you two and press a meaningful kiss to your lips. “we’ll tell him … after everyone leaves, okay? i don’t want to hide anymore. i didn’t like it in the first place.”

#k labels #k films #nct dream #nct #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct angst #kpop imagines #nct u #nct 127 #nct fluff #nct smut #nct reactions #nct x reader #nct texts #huang renjun imagines #huang renjun #mark lee imagines #mark lee #lee jeno #lee jeno imagines #haechan imagines #lee donghyuck #haechan #na jaemin imagines #na jaemin #zhong chenle #zhong chenle imagines #park jisung #park jisung imagines

[mellifiedprincess]

anotha one😝 this fic is pure crack honestly, it’s not my best work and i was sleep deprived and wrote this in like 20 minutes, soooo keep that in mind. i also imagined the reader being super short in this, because i may have a wee bit of a size kink (don’t tell anyone🤭) but like how cute would ethan look with a partner that’s like 4’11 compared to his 6’1 ass. AGHHH I CANT

Ethan Landry x Reader

Nap time

Everyone who knew you, knew that there was only one thing in this world that could rival your love for Ethan. And that was napping. You couldn’t help that you were a sleepy girl. You were lucky enough too, that you could nap anywhere. Whether it be your head resting on a hard countertop, the lap of one of your friends, you were even found asleep on the stairs in your parents home once.

Unfortunately though, as of lately, you haven’t been able to sleep that well. And you knew exactly what the cause of this was from, well more of WHO the cause of this was from. Ethan fucking Landry. The boy with the loveliest doe eyes, the boy with the sweetest smile, the boy that stole your heart all those months ago and has told you he was never giving it back.

But he didn’t just steal your heart, no, he stole your ability of napping anywhere your little heart desired.

You couldn’t nap without him anymore.

Of course it wasn’t all his fault, you were the one to snuggle up to him, thinking you were only going to ‘rest’ your eyes for a few seconds. Those few seconds turned into two hours. You couldn’t help it. He was just so warm and smelled so good. It certainly didn’t help that he was running his fingers through your hair while softly humming in your ear. Anyone would have fallen under his spell and drifted off in minutes, if they had been in the position you were in. At least that’s what yoy keep telling yourself.

You had also, by now, convinced yourself he did all of it on purpose.

Which is why you’ve been glaring at him for the past seven minutes. You were sleepy, and all you wanted was to lay your sweet little head down and take a nap. But when your head hits the soft pillow on Ethan’s bed, you find yourself not able to fall asleep. You knew in your head all you needed to do was ask Ethan to come lay down with you, and he would. He would do absolutely anything you asked of him. But you were furious with him. Furious that his conspiracy against you has worked.

“Baby, we’ve talked about how you have to tell me when I’ve upset you, otherwise I won’t know how to fix it.” He wasn’t even looking at you, he had his back towards you while he worked at his desk. “I can quite literally feel the heat from your eyes, angel.” “Well my eyes would be closed and I would be fast asleep, taking my much needed nap if you wouldn’t have ruined them for me.” You grumble out, arms crossed, brows furrowed, adorable pout present.

He drops his pencil at that, confusion wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what Ethan felt. “How did I ruin your nap?” His voice raises an octave higher out of disbelief, and he finally turns to look at you. “I’ve been quiet this whole time and you have quite literally fallen asleep at frat parties before, where it was much more chaotic. I had to nearly tackle someone to stop them from sitting on you.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what you did!” You yell as you jump up, standing on Ethan’s bed and pointing an accusing finger at him. His brown eyes widen, not sure if you’re just having one of your ‘moments’ as he likes to call them, or if you’ve actually lost your mind. “I don’t though, that’s why I asked you to tell me.” At his remark, you ball your fists up, throwing them down at your side, all while making the cutest grumbling sound.

Ethan stands from his chair, coming to stand in front of you at his bed. Since you’re standing on his bed, you’re looking down at him. His hands grab yours, unballing your “threatening” fists, and he’s pleading with his eyes. “Tell me what I did so I can make up for it.” After a few seconds you throw your head back with a loud groan, before dramatically falling forward to be caught by Ethan, wrapping your arms and legs around him completely. “I can’t nap without you.” You all but cry out, still holding a menacing stare as your forehead touches his.

He laughs. He laughs right in your face. “Stop laughing at me!” You push his face away from yours, squirming in his arms trying but failing to get away from him. “Awe, I’m sorry baby. What can I do to help?” To anyone else, he would sound patronizing, but you knew he genuinely was sorry and wanted to make you feel better.

“Don’t you need to finish your homework?” Your eyes glance over at the anatomy worksheet, and then back to Ethan. “Yeah, well I think my baby needs me more. So, I’m not worried about that right now.” You grin at his words, placing a sweet kiss to his lips, before pulling away pretending to look deep in thought. He already knows what you need, he also knows you’re just too scared to ask. All because you got in your own head about how dependent you’ve become of him. He loved it. He loved that you needed him just for the smallest of things like taking a nap.

“Do you want me to lay down with you while you nap? I’ll even hold your hand the entire time, if you want.” You giggle at that, already feeling much more relaxed. “What if I want to wrap myself around you like a koala? Would you let me do that?”

“You’re already the size of one, so why not?”

“Ethan!”

You’re pouting again, and he could only smile because you were just too fucking cute. “Okay! Okay! I’m done.” He pushes a few strands of hair out of your face, and grabs your chin, placing a few kisses to your pouted lips.

“Can we lay down now? You’ve been standing here holding me for like 10 minutes now, your arms have to hurt by now.”

“Baby.” He says with disbelief. “I’ve held you for way longer than 10 minutes, while we were doing something a lot more physically demanding.” Your cheeks immediately flush red at his words. Hiding your face in his neck. “Don’t get all shy on me now. You were just yelling at me 10 minutes ago about ruining your naps.” He couldn’t help but tease you, it was just too easy.

“Ethan, stop it.” You mumble out. He laughs again, but finally moves to sit you back down on his bed. You climb to the top, and wait for Ethan to join you. He goes to slip under the blanket with you, but you stop him. “No! You have to take your clothes off!” He holds his hands out in front of him, in a defensive manner. “Someone’s not so shy now. You need me to tire you out or something?”

You roll your eyes at your dumb boyfriend, and watch as he removes his tshirt and jeans. “I meant so I could sleep on you more comfortably, you perv!” “You’re calling me a perv, after asking me to strip and defile you?”

You open and close your mouth “I didn’t ask-“ You stop, exhaling sharply through your nose. “Please, E, just get in the damn bed.” “I’m coming, jeez!” Finally, he lays down beside you, and before you could move, he turns and wraps his arms around your body, an innocent grin on his pretty lips. And you can already feel your eyes grow heavy, as his fingers begin to trail up and down your spine and he presses soft kisses to your temple.

“Get some rest, sweet girl, because I will be defiling you when you wake up.” His tone is light and playful.

“Ethannn, can you stop being such a horny teenage boy for two seconds?” Your tone is annoyed. “Yeah, as long as you’re around, that’s not happening.”

“You’re such a whore.” Ethan laughs at your remark, squeezing you even closer, if possible, to his body. He’s finally quiet after that, besides the soft humming coming from his lips.

And he would never admit this to you, but he was having trouble sleeping without you by his side too. He loved the weight of you on his chest, the way your hair smelled. He especially loved when you would take his hand in yours, all while still sleeping, and hold it to your chest. You would hold it so tight sometimes he would lose feeling in his fingers.

He didn’t care though. Because he loved you and all of those things produced a warm, comfortable feeling he never received as a child.

So, he would lay there for hours, and watch the rise and fall of your chest, and listen to the soft snores leave your mouth. All without a single complaint.

#ethan landry x reader #jack champion #jack champion x reader #ethan landry #scream vi

[chaepink]

Ok but, like, the way Kuroo would be so cocky about taking it up his ass? He would be so proud, telling his friends how his girl is the best at pegging, how good she fucks him, and how much he likes it. Saying things like:

"Yeah, she fucks me in the ass, what about it?"

Or

"Nothing is prettier than my girl in a strap on."

And

"What's the problem with it? Are you scared you gonna like it too much?"

Maybe even

" Since I am always this kind, I might ask her if she could fuck you too..."

HELP 😭

he'll be giving too much info but he cant help it when he takes pride in the way he gets pegged in the ass

the way he'll have pictures that you've taken of him on his phone of you fucking him with tears running down his face and a flushed face. imagine he's showing a picture to his friends and scrolls right only for it to be one of those photos. but he would be so calm with it too?

"oh yeah, and here's when my gf was fucking me with a 7 inch strap while i had a choker on and-"

who knows, maybe one of his friends (kenma) might actually take up on his offer to get pegged too

#chaepink.answers #[ 🏐 ] haikyuu! #chaepink.nsfw #chaepink.thirsts #sub!character #dom reader #dom!reader #sub!haikyuu #hq x reader #sub!hq #sub!kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #dom fem reader #dom! reader

[yeonjun4beagles]

fwb jjun who makes you watch while he fucks a girl infront of u because u were flirting with his friends~

im gonna put my own little twist to this hehe

"ugh why are you calling me, jjun? youre not supposed-", that's when you realised that it wasnt a phone call, but instead a video call and on the screen was the dick youre very familiar with, standing tall, red and angry, leaking precum. "hello, baby~ miss me?", yeonjun purred, lazily stroking his hard on. "you couldve texted me if you were horny, jjun. i would be there anyway", you chuckled, seems like the little game you played with his friends earlier worked. "oh but i dont need your pussy tonight, y/n. i have my own", yeonjun said as he moved his phone to show a girl, naked and sprawled on the bed, his bed. "what the fuck, jjun?"

"you shouldnt have acted smart earlier, baby, or this couldve been your pussy im filling up right now", yeonjun spat as he entered the girl, her moans echoing in the room. "fucking fake ass moans", you cursed under your breath, as you ended the call. yea sure, you and yeonjun werent exclusive, you guys fucked other people but that was behind each others back. never in front. what you didnt expect was to receive another call from him, and another, another, until you picked up the call.

"what do you w-", "dont you dare end my call again, baby. youre gonna fucking watch me and imagine this is your pussy im filling up so good, you hear me? if you still want my dick inside you after this, that is", yeonjun gritted, his hips meeting the girl's so hard, hes practically shoving her into the mattress. "fuck you", seething, as you sat your phone down next to you. why does he has to be the best fuck you ever had? fuck him. "eyes back on the screen, baby. need you to look at me, okay? fuck, not even this pussy is as good as yours, you know? fuck i would love to fuck you right now instead of this bitch but youre such a brat, baby", yeonjun stammered, you just know hes near with how whiny his voice is getting. "jjun, do you wanna cum, hm? too bad you cant cum in me, handsome. you shouldve just fucked me instead of her~", you cooed, playing along with his game, trying to push his orgasm nearer. "fuck, y/n, yes, yes, nothing, no one can beat your sweet pussy, baby", yeonjun whined before suddenly ending the call.

and seconds later, your phone lit up with a notification from him, with a picture of his cum on the sheets along with a text. "my cum is only for my sweet brat </3".

#mimi!! <3 #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun hard thoughts

[sukiipjs]

✮ BLONDIE : PT 1

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↳ nick sturniolo x masc reader

↳ words - 2239

↳ summary - you’ve been having a hard time realizing and accepting the fact that you’re gay, and in love with your best friend. you try to ignore the feelings but that only makes everything worse until you can’t hide it anymore.

↳ contains - swearing, angst, use of y/n, internalized homophobia, depression, crying, idk??? [READ PT 2 - PT 3]

↳ song - blondie by current joys

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nick has been my best friend for years, he’s always been there for me, and me there for him. we met in the first grade when he saw me alone at recess on the swings and he ran up to me, asking if i wanted to play with him and his brothers. one of the many things i love about him, hes always there, always there to help, or just be with. from that day on he’s always been my number one but honestly, i’ve been kind of avoiding him lately.

of course i don’t want to, i really really don’t want to, trust me, but i don’t want to make anything bad between us either. even though pushing him away is probably fucking things up anyway.

the thing is, for months, maybe even years now i think that i might be coming to a realization: i think i’m gay, or not gay but bi? i hate labels, i dont want to be put into a box, its honestly just hard to fit into one too. i mean i’ve had girlfriends before and i’ve liked that, but nick…

okay i might be coming to another realization: i think i’m in love with nick. and to make everything worse, i can’t even talk to anyone about this because the only person i would tell is nick, but if i told him, well i just cant, it could destroy our friendship. he’d hate me, i cant lose him.

but maybe i’m not in love with him, i mean i love nick, i always have but maybe its not love love? maybe its just me appreciating our friendship more. okay who am i kidding it’s definitely becoming more, I LOVE HIM. he’s just perfect, in general, to me, to everyone. i want to spend every moment of my life with him, i want to hug him and never let him go, i want to be with him, i just want to see him again.

i can’t even imagine what he’d say if he knew i liked him. he’d probably be disgusted, i’d ruin our friendship forever. i cant do that, i can’t risk anything like that, i need him even if that means the best thing i can do is just stay away, make up lies of why i cant hang out, slowly stop texting him, i mean maybe it's not the best thing but its either i do this and try and force these feelings down or i tell him and ruin everything. this is better, or at least that’s what i keep telling myself.

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nick 🫶

| wanna hang out today? haven’t seen you in forever, i’m boredddd

| i know i’m sorry, but i cant today, really really sorry. still not feeling good

| that’s okay, hope you feel better though 💕 if you need anything tell me okay?

| i’d rather hang out with you and get sick then spend one more second with my idiot brothers over here 💀

i stare at the message on my screen, i’m not sick, i’m just trying to be a good friend… by avoiding my best friend… sure, whatever.

i slam down my phone on my mattress, rolling over and burying my face in my pillow. muffled screams from my mouth as tears, start to pour from my eyes. every time i message him, saying i cant hang out i immediately regret it. i want to see him, i always do but again, i cant, i fucking cant. it would only make my feelings stronger and i just need to get rid of them as soon as i can so things can just go back to how they were.

fuck, here comes the spiral that ive been replaying in my head forever. do i even really like him? am i really bi, gay, straight, whatever the fuck? i don’t even know, it’s all too confusing and stressful right now. why can’t i just be me? and have my best friend with me again? actually hang out with him, see him?

all i can really do right now is continue screaming and crying into my pillow about how much of a shitty friend i’m being, great. I constantly stalk his instagram, trying to see if i do really like him and try to see what he’s up to without me, i miss him so much.

…i wish he was a girl then i would be straight and all this shit wouldn’t hurt so much. i’m not trying to say that being gay is bad, all i’m saying is that it would be easier to figure all this out if i was straight and he was a girl. i know that’s so messed up to say but i don’t know how else to put it.

if he was a girl, i’d know that i’m in love with him, i wouldn’t be so afraid to accept myself because there wouldn’t be anything to accept. i’d just be me and he’d she’d be him her, i’d get to be his her boyfriend and we’d be a happy couple. i’d be happy and i wouldn’t have to push the person i love most in this stupid world away…

i smash my face into my silky white pillowcase over and over, shaking my head as i force the sides of the pillow into my face more. i want to suffocate.

i scream into my pillow more and more. ‘i love you nick, i love you nick, i love you. i DONT love you nick, i DONT love you nick, i DONT love you… but i do, i really really do, but i cant… i really really fucking cant.’

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i stay rotting in my bed, spiraling about random shit, taking random quizzes of ‘am i gay?’ or ‘am i in love with my bestfriend?’ or ‘is it a crush?’ like i know.

soft blankets cover me, my silky pillows supporting my back as i rewatch rupaul's drag race on my computer until i finish it again, oreos and empty dr pepper cans surround me. and of course, nick always in my mind, everything reminding me of him, those stupid quizzes, his favorite show, his favorite drink. i wish he could be here, like how we used to hang out before i started ruining everything but i could be ruining it more, at least im keeping my mouth shut.

every once and a while, a message from nick pops up. him sending me a tiktok or telling me about how spacecamp is going or just something random, asking how im doing, if im still sick. most times i try to ignore him, turning off the notifications but i answer sometimes, only one or two words, maybe just an emoji, just trying to say something. i don’t want him to think i hate him or anything, i still of course love him.

the only time i ever get up from my bed is to go the the bathroom or get more food, ive been wearing the same two sweatpants alternating them and random shirts that i throw on the floor after i wear them for enough. my hair shaggy and a scratchy stubble on my face. i look and feel gross. i didnt think that forcing my best friend away and trying to figure out my sexuality could make me this depressed, who knew.

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weeks pass of me ignoring (or at least trying to ignore) nick and weeks of screaming into my sheets and sleeping all day become more and more. i finally decide to leave my apartment and stock up on some random things that will help me rot in my room even more: coffee, chips, oreos, whatever else i might want.

as i scan the aisle for dr pepper, standing in my gray hoodie with the hood covering me and one of the two sweatpants i’ve been wearing on, i hear a voice at the end of the row calling to me, “y/n?” my head turns to see who knows me that’s here, about to see how disgusting i look and just my luck, it’s nick.

“nick” a bright smile floods my face, i haven’t seen him for what seems like forever, i look at his blonde hair with grown out brunette roots, plus that signature nose ring and star earrings, of course he looks great.

he runs up to me, giving me a warm hug as he smiles too, “oh my god i haven’t seen you in decadessss” he exaggerates, laughing at me, “you feeling better now?” i tilt my head a little, confused but then i remember my lie. “oh yeah, i am. even though i dont look it” i try to scoff a laugh, looking down at myself, excusing how ‘i dont care’ i look right now.

“you look fine.” he laughs back again, “you know… me, chris and matt were gonna go out for dinner soon, wanna come?” i can tell he really wants me to be there and i really want to but i try to push it away, still.

“uhhh, i think had something later, sorry” my small smile slowly fading as his does too, i don’t think i’ve seen his smile leave that fast. “really? we haven’t talked in weeks, i miss you” he jokes a little, but really we do miss each other.

“i know, i’m sorry, but i promise we’ll hang out soon yeah?” i try to fake a small smile, trying to make this a little better but nick still looks sad, “yeah okay, see you later then?” he looks like he hates me, he looks just annoyed, hurt. i feel terrible.

“yeah, later” i’m about to walk closer to give him another hug but he leaves, to i assume go find his brothers, before i can. i’m terrible.

i finish up grabbing my things before leaving and driving off, replaying our interaction in my head. i could’ve just went? it was one dinner, that’s all. not a big deal. but it’s too late, it would just be weird if my schedule suddenly cleared up now.

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i make my way back to my apartment, putting my bags down on the counter before going straight to my room again, flopping down on top of the pile of blankets and stuffed animals that cover my bed.

i dig in my pocket for my phone, taking it out as i grab a blanket to pull it over my face, closing off the sun that shines through my window.

i go straight to me and nicks messages, thinking of texting him. ‘i’m sorry’ too short, plain. ‘sorry, i was wrong i can go’ feels like i’m pitying him, plus just dumb. ‘i love you’ yeah definitely not. ‘come over? sorry’ again, stupid and he can NOT see the mess i have over here.

i decide on nothing and put my phone to the side of me, burying my head into my pillows again, tears flooding my eyes again again again. it’s too much. this is all stupid and i need to get over it all. this is terrible.

i go back to my cycle of curling up in warm blankets, eating my now new oreos and dr pepper and rewatching shows i’ve seen a million times before. and obviously stalking nicks instagram, he posted a story of him and his brothers at dinner. he’s still wearing those earrings and that same beige jacket he was wearing before, and he still looks great.

i swipe up, about to message him. ‘you look great, sorry i couldn’t come’ i quickly delete it and just like the story. i need to stop trying to message him when i’m trying to ignore him.

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after falling asleep shortly after i finished looking at nicks story i wake up to like five texts from who? nick, of course.

nick 🫶

| are you ignoring me?

| like did i do something or what?

| are you okay?

| can we just talk or hang out please?

| y/n?

| okay sorry actually, never mind

my heart drops, i feel so TERRIBLE. nick did nothing and i never want him to think that he did something wrong. he’s perfect.

i pick up my phone to respond but honesty i don’t know if i should… i want him to know that he did nothing but he’s right about me ignoring him… fuck this. i just ignore him, still.

i shut off my phone fast and roll to my other side, curling up my legs and staring at the small textured bumps on the off-white wall that i face. i take in every detail, trying to distract myself with something else. i spot all the tiny discolorations or stains on the wall, the way it all starts to blur when tears, again, rain out my eyes.

they drip on the curves of my cheeks and lips, my hands are tucked under my legs as he tears drop onto my sheets, i don’t bother wiping them off. they make a small circle ish shape when it hits on my bed with a darker gray on my gray sheets.

my spiraling hits again when the ridges on my wall go dark as my eyes close. why can’t my best friend just be my best friend? why can’t i just be a normal person? why can’t i just forget it all? why can’t this all just go away? why? why? why? why?

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[dayoldtea]

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user111 HIS HAIR???!?!?!! IM FUCKING DEAD

user165 excuse me sir, where is your girlfriend?

user241 ok but yn was wearing this same hoodie a few weeks ago during a live on instagram

⤷ user268 i thought i was the only one who noticed! this hoodie is definitely hers

user344 this is giving frat boy harry in the best way

user358 GIRL WHAT IS IN THAT POOR PLEASING BAG 😭

user417 the way he and yn are always wearing each other's clothes—

user450 THIS IS YN'S HOODIE

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yndaily YN WITH SOME FRIENDS TONIGHT IN LA

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user06 she and harry always find the camera

user51 she's so pretty, bye

user76 WHERE IS HARRY????

⤷ user105 that's a good question

user83 the most beautiful woman in the world

user99 @yourinstagram girl, you better be at the grammy tomorrow

user108 i love her so much

user417 MY WIFE

user420 literally everyone's favorite person

user590 why hasn't harry put a ring on her finger yet?

user622 if she really goes to the grammy with harry i will lose my mind 😃

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harry_updatemedia Harry on the 65th #GRAMMYs red carpet tonight! February 5

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user89 THIS OUTFIT. HIS HAIR. HIS SMILE

user92 HIS TATTOOS🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

user187 the real proof that harry looks hot in anything he proposes to wear

user203 SOMEONE HELP ME

user236 harry lambert u had one job...

user248 i can only imagine what yn thought of this outfit

user301 IM NOT OKAY

user412 HE LOOKS SO FUCKING PRETTY IM GONNA BE SICK

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yourinstagram see you soon grammys

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billieeilish i chocked

⤷ user761 literally me

user818 SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE'S DOING

user891 i would also write two whole albums about her

user912 i just don't know what to say

zendaya excuse me, are you single?

⤷ user1021 lmfao half of the internet is asking the same question right now

user1066 wishing i was harry tonight

harrystyles holy shit

⤷ user2811 LMFAOOOOOO

⤷ user2918 EXACTLY WHAT I SAID

⤷ user3612 LOL WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

user3181 MOMMY?? SORRY

jacobelordi wow 🔥🔥🔥

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harryflorals HARRY ON THE GRAMMY STAGE PERFORMING AS IT WAS!

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user80 HARRY STYLES WORLD DOMINATION

user86 im so fucking proud of him 😭

user112 Y/N AND TAYLOR DANCING TOGETHER WAS THE REASON FOR MY BREAKDOWN

user265 i'll never shut up about him

user295 this is art

user300 THIS IS SO FUCKING ICONIC I CANT

user387 OUR MIRRORBALL

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ynandharryupdates "I want to take a moment to give a special thanks to my beautiful, brilliant and talented girlfriend. Y/N, absolutely none of this would be possible without your constant presence and support in my life. Thank you for being here tonight, and thank you for inspiring me every day to write songs that surely wouldn't exist if it weren't for you. I love you. I love you and I hope to keep showing you that every day as long as you allow me to." Harry Styles during his speech as the winner of the album of the year award at the #GRAMMYs

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user91 sleeping on the highway tonight... 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

user104 "beautiful, brilliant and talented girlfriend" i'm biting my pillow

user117 YN CRYING DURING THE SPEECH KILLED ME

user131 lizzo recording yn's reaction was the cutest thing ever

user145 so many tears

user230 the way yn held harry's hand when they announced the names in the category, the way he immediately turned to her when his name was called, the way they clearly said "i love you" to each other before they embraced and he came on stage to accept the award, the way his voice wavered a little as he dedicated the award to her… im dead

user265 how can i not be single when harry styles is my ideal male pattern?

user341 I'M SO HAPPY FOR THEM 🥺

user410 crying, screaming, shaking, throwing up, pulling out my hair

user437 HE IS SO WHIPPED BY HER OMG

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yourinstagram meu amor (my babe) is a grammy winner

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harrystyles the real winners of the grammy for album of the year

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[caffinedragon]

He knows what happened, he just doesn't feel like anyone would care.

This is a little long but it has been bothering me after i have seen several posts on how Halsin didn't realize what happened to him in the Underdark.

I have a different opinion:

Have people ever considered that Halsin talks that way about his trauma because of how little he believes people would care, and not that he doesn't understand what happened to him?

Now, I am speaking from my own personal experience as someone who has faced a lot of trauma(Nothing sexual thankfully) and who has been put in a semi leadership adjacent position during or after experiencing it, and let me tell ya, you quickly learn how much of a one sided affair that is.

From a young age I ended up being the person everybody in my friend group came to for advice and help, something I had taken pride in. However, I wouldn't realize how lonely that was until I was in my early 20's when the first time I tried to reach out for a fraction of that help I gave out back I got a response along the lines of, "Your life is so much better than mine, what do you need help for?"

And do you know what that does to someone?

I will tell ya.

You shut the fuck down.

You feel like you don't have the right to reach out for help.

Your the strong one.

Your the one everybody needs to look up to.

Your the one everyone believes is unshakable.

You don't need help.

You can do this all on your own.

Sound Familiar?

I am not in the camp that he doesn't understand what happened to him.

It's been 200 years at least and he didn't live most of his life in a society with social rules, forced power dynamics and complex politics and gender norms.

He knows what happened to him was horrific and wrong.

He knows how nature works. He studies it.

I doubt he is ignorant of the fact that the mind and body can operate separately.

He wouldn't be able to control his wild shape otherwise.

He tells you how he feared for his life and wanted to escape.

He explains how he was biding his time in order to survive.

Ever hear of undercover agents getting too deep and forgetting they were undercover?

But, despite this, he has also been around people long enough to notice how people might perceive his story.

he has interacted with people long enough to know that not everyone would be understanding.

I firmly believe that he talks the way he does about his trauma because he knows how people not only react to his physical appearance, but how they view him as this wise and strong unbreakable leader.

He said it himself, "People who see someone my size don't think i can get hurt or have feelings."

He talks like that about it because he has been made to feel that no one would care if he actually broke down.

To be able to do that, you need to trust the other person not to judge you or blow you off.

It puts you in an incredibly vulnerable position.

A vulnerable position Halsin couldn't really afford to put himself in due to everything that happened after.

Unless you have been in that position, you have no idea how scary that is.

And the only way to change that, is to find someone or someones, that allow you to be weak in front of them without judgement.

Which, even in this day and age, is very hard to do.

I am lucky that i have my best friend of 30+ years who let me realize that i had someone i could be weak in front of.

Halsin doesn't have and i think has ever had someone to be weak in front of by the time of the start of the game.

I know how hard it was to let my walls down at 36.

I cant imagine how hard that would be at 350.

If he can at all.

tl;dr: Halsin knows what happened to him was awful and horrific. He just believes no one would care if he spoke about it seriously because "People believe someone my size cant get hurt or have feelings."

#halsin #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 halsin #being the strong one is a trap #being the strong one is lonely #Halsin needs someone he can be weak around. #let Halsin be weak

[slushiebonez]

hey guys copy-paste of insane dexter ramblings I sent to my friends sorry for typos lol. anyways

so im deciding personally bc im insane that she damn well knows her son is fucked up and works as an exterminator so he can legally satiate his need to kill but she still loves and defends him anyways. its my personal little treat. and i feel like this has to be at least partially true bc pelo has said that dexter has ASPD and that disorder oftentimes begins to manifest in childhood including as animal cruelty, so like she's probably been seeing these signs since he was a little kid. and seeing how much she loves him she either A) knows he's unwell and works extermination to satisfy himself and still loves / defends him bc at least hes putting his violent tendencies into a more "productive" outlet or B) is purposefully ignorant of it but i dont want to believe in this one bc nuh uh also dexters mom knowing and still supporting and loving him would be more interesting from a character standpoint bc since dexter is a very unwell man and i imagine doesnt have that many close relationships, if his momma is one of the only ppl that knows something is wrong with him and still loves him then seeing how much he seems to love her back id imagine shes like one of the few people he has. which is sweet but i also imagine its kinda like unhealthy codependent bc they both love each other dearly and cling to each other bc they know each other best but that can lead to them self-isolating and just clinging to each other because its just mother and son against the world and other people hate you but not me and them being like rlly close to the point of being kinda codependant could also be a reason why dexter doesnt get help. bc ASPD and its symptoms can be helped with therapy and medication but instead dexter treats his symptoms by indulging in reckless violent and impulsive behavior. and like. imagine if thats kinda a result of his mom bc she never got help for him and as he got worse she was like "i still love you and will protect you and theres nothing wrong with you" bc she loves her son but she instead reinforced the idea that his behaviors were fine and since he has no encouragement from his mother or others to seek help and change he chooses not to like. their relationship is so sweet and i know they both love each other so much and theyre there for each other BUT i also cant help but think that like. if dexter's mom knows abt his violent behavior which she probably does, why has he just gotten worse and indulged in it. sorry everyone im insane

#spooky month #spooky month 6 #spooky month spoilers #spooky month hollow sorrows #spooky month dexter #sm dexter #spooky month michelle #sm michelle

[equallyshaw]

favorite crime | mat barzal.

– part of the Sour hockey imagines.

– warnings: swearing.

– word count: 2.2k

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Know that I loved you so bad I let you treat me like that I was your willing accomplice

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she was head over heels, and everyone knew it. especially mat. he thrived off of it, he had her in the palm of his hands and used it to his advantage. especially when he wanted to get laid. he was a dude, what else would you expect? the first time she questioned everything was when he failed to show up to her apartment after a pre planned meeting between the two. he blew it off as "something came up" not knowing he was doing it to test her patience and her loyalty to him. the second time she questioned her love for the canadian was when he blew up at her when she commented on him showing up unannounced while she was doing school work.

"you show up now and now then, mat? I'm busy! i cant just drop everything for you when i have my own life." she fought back, and he chuckled angrily. "there are plenty of fucking women in this city that would." he seethed before turning around and walking out.

the third time was when he was harassing her over text messages, he did not like how she was seen in a snapchat story from one of her friends of her and another guy doing shots together. he was asserting dominance over her, and again testing her loyalty. her friends told her that that was not fuckin normal and that she needed to drop him. but the only problem was, was that she loved him. they did not know how sweet he could be in private, when he whispered sweet nothings in her ears as he made love to her or when they did couple things her their respective apartments such as decorating a gingerbread house or baking pumpkin bread over the holidays. they did not know who he was when it was just the two of them, and so she just kept going back.

–

And I watched as you fled the scene Doe-eyed as you buried me

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then things began to turn for the worse, and every time he left her apartment he'd leave her in tears as he had just given her another blow to her self-worth, confidence, and who she was. he did not care. he would act as if he did nothing wrong, and that they were just having a conversation. he again thrived off the feeling it gave him and how she could still take it all, and crawl back to him. he'd leave knowing what he always knew, she'd call or text the next day apologizing for whatever she thought she did.

she sat on the couch looking at her white carpet, as he yelled at her from the other side of the room. this time it was about how she was seen taking shots with a guy in the snapchat video. "but you don't own me! we arent even a damn couple, so you cant get upset if i go out with my friends!" she screamed at him through tears, not being able to control them. "that's why you need new friends!" he screamed back at her, as she consoled her self by wrapping her arms around herself. she looked up at him, as if what he said was not hurtful and that it was not an issue. that he was just, 'stating the obvious'. she shook her head, crying even harder as he slammed her apartment door shut.

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Those things I did Just so I could call you mine The things you did Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

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this girl did everything her power to make sure she looked the part everytime they went out, with his teammates. make sure she looked the part so that she could actually have the part at some point; officially. her sister and her best friend were concerned when she brought a whole new wardrobe, got her hair highlighted and started wearing loads of makeup. the very opposite of who she was, prior to meeting mat.

"listen please don't take this the wrong way hun, but what is going on? why have you changed everything about yourself? for him." her sister said concerningly one morning over brunch. her little sister gave her a confused looked, "look at the outfit you have on. this is something i'd wear and though i love it...it isn't you. this isn't my sister that i know." but her little sister would not hear it. "you don't love him bean, please don't say that you do." she said giving her hard look and her little sister knew that she was upset. "god damn, he's changed you! you cant be in love this deeply after 4 months bean..you just cant be!" her older sister said getting heated. "you-you don't know him-" and her older sister chuckled. "i know him enough, thankyou." and with that her older sister threw some money on the table and was gone.

she did not realize how much she needed to hear that, and as she returned back to her apartment; her mind was running rapidly. she had changed, and not for the better. she began to dress differently, act differently to those that tried to talk down on mat, changed her whole schedule to match his and most importantly, she never ate anymore. she was too transfixed on being enough for him, but deep down she knew she'd never be enough.

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I crossed my heart as you crossed the line And I defended you to all my friends

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"denise- he isn't that bad!" she defended mat, as she was out to eat with the friends that he wanted her to drop. denise and the other shook their heads. "how many god damn times have you called me in tears after he left your apartment, huh? how many times have you called us having an anxiety attack because he told you to stop hanging out with us or to stop doing the things that make you happy? he's fucking controlling you, and you don't even recognize it!" and the others agreed. the girl shook her head, so miserably in love. "girl..we don't even wanna hang out with you knowing that he's gonna call you as soon as you step one foot out of the restaurant or store..but we know we cant leave you alone to fend for yourself." ashley another friend stated. "guys, stop. he cares about me, i promise. i would not be with him if he didn't." she said desperately, trying to move on from the conversation. the others took another defeat and moved on. though, they would be continuing to go back to the conversation at a later date.

–

And now, every time a siren sounds I wonder if you're around 'Cause you know that I'd do it all again

–

even after 6 months of having no contact, whenever she heard the song that was playing the very night that they met in that crowded bar, she looks around hoping to see him. she thinks about that night everytime and how much he love bombed her, in hopes to get her back to her apartment. she thinks back to how good it was those first few weeks and how much he acted as if he adored the girl to the ends of the earth. sweet texts, coffee delivered to her place, flowers in the mail and the incredible sex her gave her. she would go back to that mat in an instant, but she knows it was all a ploy to gain her trust just so then he could rip herself apart, slowly and surely.

–

It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we do 'Cause I was going down, but I was doing it with you Yeah, everything we broke, and all the trouble that we made But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

–

the two of them did a number on one another as if that was not already clear. even though she continued to go back time and time again, she'd make sure he felt just as shitty as when he did it to her. she made sure he felt just how worthless he made her feel and would threaten everything, even his livelihood.

once people had begun to question their relationship and how fucked it all seemed, she began to become distant. mat noticed it, how couldn't he? he was in tune with every mood, every step, and every action she made. he had to be, or he wouldn't be able to get away with what he did. then slowly, she began to fight back. if he was doing it, why couldn't she? the next time he showed up after she brunch with her sister, she didn't take the words he threw at her. mat felt threatened with every insult and glare she threw at him. he was nervous for the first time in their 'relationship' or 'situationship'. "what has gotten into you?" he said as he felt cornered. she laughed heartedly, "doing exactly what you do the second you step into my place." she seethed, turning back to look at him with an icy glare. "you hurt me babe, so i get to hurt you." she said grinning darkly. "do you know how that makes me feel about you?" she questioned, not a beat later. he shook his head. "it makes me fucking hate you." she said smiling, before she placed her lips on his.

–

Oh, look what we became

–

finally after what seemed like an eternity, when in reality it was only 7 months; she left. she moved back home to connecticut to be with her parents and friends. mat was shocked to show up to her place, and she no longer resided there. he texted her, but never got a response after she had changed her number. he had no way to get ahold of her besides social media, that she also abandoned for new accounts as well.

her parents had no idea why she showed up on their doorstep right before christmas, but once they found out; they were never going to let her leave the state again.

the last time they fought was the worst that they had fought before, plates and cups as well as a flower vase broke within her apartment. cops were called, the apartment manager was called and so was his lawyer and agent. the two were able to get out of it, and with a little money dropped their way they forgot about all of it. she had never once been in the presence of violence, and she knew in that moment she had to leave. she quickly got her sister and friends to help her pack the very next day and as soon as everything was shipped, she flew home.

–

All the things you did

Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

–

even when things never seemed to go right, there would be moments that would make it seem like it was all alright. a few nights before the last fight, mat had shown up with her favorite pizza and a bottle of red wine. and that night he showed her what she'd been craving for a while again. he was gentle, he was sweet, kind, loving, and every single synonym in the book that described somebody who deeply cared about somebody. he had shown her what he could be if he ever made things official. but like anything in her life, this was not meant to be.

she hopes that he realizes how much of a mistake it all was, getting to know her. she hopes selfishly, that he realizes how much of an ass and how he had fumbled a dime like her. she was an amazing person, ask anyone in her life. and one should be so lucky to know her and call her theirs.

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Your favorite crime

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as years go by, she finally finds the courage to head back to new york to visit her sister. running through the snowy streets trying to get inside before she gets even more soaked. she holds the hand of her new fiance tony, she gets inside quickly to see her sister and her husband sitting near the back. her sister see's her baby sister's contagious smile from across the restaurant and tears up at how comfortable she looks and see's the ever- loving gaze her fiance holds for her as he takes her coat off.

as luck would have it, mat and his teammates had just sat down in the Italian restaurant only mere minutes before her and tony. the couple walk down the length of the restaurant to hug the waiting couple. "oh my god, the ring is even more beautiful in person!" her sister gushed as she and her husband inspected it. tony only laughed, as he looked on. he pulled out the seat for her, and which she took with a wide smile. a little while later as the four were leaving, the older sister saw the scorned and tainted canadian as she walked in front, and she gave the best family glare she could. he felt chills run down his spine, as he took in the girl that he used and abused over and over again. she looked happy and so in love with the guy.

hope it was all worth it, mat.

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and there you have it folks😢 pls don't kill me lol

but if you enjoyed, please like and reblog-- itd mean a whole lot!

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some tags from previous parts in series: @fallinallincurls @jayda12 @barzzal @matbaerzal @slafgoalskybaby @bitchinbarzal @hockeyboysarehot @cellythefloshie @hockey-lover86

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[spectrum-core]

STEPHCLAIR IS BAD AND YOU SHOULD FEEL BAD

Alternative title: a very angry (and tired) Full Stop fan's thesis.

ok, so me being the stephan/sinclair comparison's strongest hater is a bit i really like to lean into, but for the sake of keeping things semi-serious i will try to keep the actual essay content as free of me ranting my frustrations as humanly possible (which i mean commitement to the bit aside this will be hard bc it is frustrating to see people calling them both the same character, at best it shows a very surface level understanding of either character and at worst it shows just reducing them to cookie cutter meme fandom archetypes neither character actually fits into, so bear with me if i slip up and make unserious comments from time to time)

so before i start the actual essay let me say this: this essay doesnt even scratch the surface of how much i hate this comparison you guys cant even possibly fucking imagine ive been obssessed and i mean OBSSESSED with the full stop office since 2021 and im glad i wasnt in the limbus prerelease fanbase because if i had to see people comparing my beautiful boy and beloved best friend to a guy we had no info about other than "hes based of the guy from demian" i would have turned into the joker this is not even about saving my own mental health this is about sparing the entire pjm fandom of the monster i would have turned into

spoilers for ruina and limbus, universe terminology heavy and surface level references and interpretations of demian by herman hesse because imma keep it real with you guys the first and only time i read that book i was still in high school and i barely remember shit.

Table of contents:

Stephan - a summary

Sinclair - a summary 2.1. Emil Sinclair in Demian (1919) 2.2. Emil Sinclair in Limbus Company (2023)

Addressing common arguments

1.- Stephan - a summary

And of course I will start with Stephan, because I love him very much, just like Liwei he's one of my favorite pjm characters (yeah i like him more than your favorite popular character don't ask) so it's not surprising that i have A Lot to say about him, right?

And of course, I do.

As I said in the serrated duo post, a core part of my perception of the Full Stop office depends on the fact that they are poor. Mentions of money are common all across many factions in the game, yes, but the Full Stops are extremely constant about money, how taking a wrong turn means losing more than they can afford, how they can't afford to drop their weapons because they were too expensive, how even getting the permissions to be able to buy and wield these weapons was ridiculously expensive and so on. Of course, Stephan is the one talking about this the most (something I will elaborate on later), but Liwei and Tamaki also make a few ocassional mentions to it in their dialogue and keypages and considering this is a shared business it just makes sense that this is something that affects all of them.

These are just some few of the callbacks to money that Stephan alone does in his dialogue, without focusing in keypage text or what Liwei and Tamaki have to say about it.

And idk man, at least to me the difference between social classes is an important aspect for their characterization, specially because of how constant the concern with money is for Stephan. From this point alone comparing them feels like erasing a core aspect of Stephan's characterization, a lot about Stephan (and the Full Stop office as a whole, let's be real here) starts making more sense once you read the office as lower-middle class (and I'm saying lower middle class because they can afford some place to live and their weapons, but to me these guys are the types who precisely because of their need to keep bullets at all times can't pay for water or electricity all the time and sometimes they simply can't afford food or if they do they can spend a week straight eating nothing but unsalted pasta).

Now, going back to Stephan being the most outward about his complaints with money, he is in general the most outward about all problems the office is facing, to the point in which he doesn't mind inconveniencing everyone else with his rants, being one of the few guests who interrupt Angela's introductory speech and getting into Tamaki's nerves (something he's well aware he's doing, as these two know each other) at least two times through the course of their pre-battle cutscene, even Roland comments after the reception on how he wishes he would always have been as open about his problems as Stephan was.

However, it's worth nothing that he doesn't spend the entire cutscene crying about his miseries, and he only starts losing hope at three key moments: when they can't kill Eileen inmediately (making them waste more bullets than needed), when Argalia shows up (forcing them to retreat and making them fail their mission, meaning they won't get paid for this after they already lost a ton of money, as well as turning the situation into something much more dangerous than what they had signed up for) and once they enter the Library (an Urban Plague grade threat they have little to no information about, when him and Tamaki are almost out of bullets so Liwei is essentially the only fixer with some chance of putting up a fight and, you know, making it out alive).

Now, while it's true that Stephan is someone who dislikes danger, he isn't someone who isn't used to seeing gruesome events, his instinctive reaction to seeing a guy getting his head put into a meat grinder was cracking jokes and calling the concept of thought gears "a load of horseshit", which is something that falls in line with him being a somewhat experienced Fixer (sure, grade 5 isn't amazing but we can assume it's still either in the higher side of average or barely above average, and for someone specialized in firearms, which are far from the best weapon in the city, getting that high means he must have some experience and skill, right? more so considering he's been at this for 5 years at most) who has seen a fair share of horrid shit and can be unfazed by (most of) it as long as his own safety isn't on the line.

Another point is... he dislikes danger and is always wary about money and expenses, to the point in which he enjoys checking his bank account (or at least he believes so, if we go for the theory of the artbook profiles being more a mix of what the characters perceive themseves as/would describe themselves as to others, which is a theory i go by, I see him as someone who's convinced he does that for fun instead as out of desperation), but this seems to be more a generalized feeling of impending doom at everything rather than something that can be traced back to a particular traumatic event (anything can be dangerous, anything can cost him money), dude's from the backstreets after all, he's seen shit and he's used to assuming the worst. How I see Stephan, he's a guy who already expects bad things to happen but once things go wrong he starts freaking out about how this time They're Screwed For Real, but he never really tricks himself into believing "maybe things will turn out just fine this time?" or who thinks "well, we've done this before, surely we can handle it again."

This is not very related to Stephan as a character in terms of personality but I think it's still an important point to make as it is particularly related to body mods, his physical condition and his body shape.

So we can easily say that Stephan is a strong dude, at least if compared to real world standards without the fancy and insane body mods we see people in the city have access to. He carries that huge rifle around with his bare hands, something that Tamaki doesn't do and that not even Stephan himself in earlier iterations of his dessign did, and his main talent (which based of my theories is something that can be assumed as "something he's proud enough of to consider it the thing he does best") is physical labor.

Pictured, Tamaki's talksprite, carrying a rifle almost as long as she is tall with a strap supporting the weight on her shoulders, like a normal person.

Also pictured, an earlier iteration of Stephan's dessign, carrying the same rifle his current version does, but also holding it with the help of a similar strap supporting the weight on his shoulders.

And finally, Stephan's current dessign, holding that shit with his bare fucking hands in an exhibition of his brute animal strength, what the fuck is wrong with this man (affectionate)

And Stephan's artbook profile, the important part here is his speciality being physical labor, not only he's strong but he aknowledges this.

However, I made a point about the Full Stop office being poor, right? Even Roland says that "giving a whole office augmentation procedures is cheaper than keeping a decent supply of bullets in stock" (not the exact phrasing).

At least personally, I see this as Roland essentially saying "it would be cheaper (and more efficient) to get body mods for everyone in the office and buy another (cheaper) type of weaponry instead", but as things stand, the Full Stops can afford to either buy more ammunition and maintain their weapons, OR to get body mods, and since their whole deal is firearms... well, they can't really Stop investing in them, meaning they have no body mods At All and they got their grades purely out of their own physical strength.

Similarly, Stephan makes a similar point about how body augmentations are required for people to be able to run while carrying their weapons around (specifically talking about the rifles he and Tamaki use).

And... you know, the whole point is that they couldn't run carrying their weapons because they were too heavy, Argalia mocked them for that, Liwei urged them to drop their weapons, something they refused to do because of the prices.

Lastly on this point, while it's true that Ruina talksprites have a very bad case of Long Anime Legs (to the point in which how Roland's legs take about 2/3 of his height is a common joke), if we focus only on his head and torso, Stephan looks pretty Wide, and not only because he's wearing thick, fluffy and multilayered clothing, as other characters wearing similar clothing styles still look thinner than him.

This is all to say: I don't think this guy is a twink, or thin at all. He's a prime example of the strongman build to me and this is yet another hill I'm willing to die on watch project moon turn him into a beanpole once he inevitably shows up in limbus and me turning into the first real world distortion as a consequence.

Finally, Stephan is very notoriously the most informal member of the office, not only being the only one who doesn't wear any sort of formal clothing fully prioritizing comfort and practicality over looks but also completely disregarding formalities with his attitude at work (again, he interrupts Angela's introductory monologue, and again, his first two lines when being introduced are him cracking jokes), being the only member of the office to swear on screen and using several informal expressions and metaphors through both the reception dialogue and his keypage story.

And for good measure, he's a compilation of Stephan being the creature he is.

The literal introduction of the characters, also known as the moment in which Stephan became one of my favorite characters because he's Just Like Me Fr

Very normal behavior for someone who hates blood and violence and isn't used to seeing it. This man is more than capable (and willing, assuming money is involved) to murder kill.

Which, I mean, this attitude is very different from what we see from Sinclair.

2.- Sinclair, a summary

In retrospect I probably should have made this one first because I'm gonna be honest with you, Sinclair is one of the sinners I care about the least (I still like him and think he's pretty cool mind you I just don't vibe too much with most of the tropes making up the character) so what I have to say about him is less me grasping for straws and subtext because I don't care enough about him to be bothered with a super serious and in depth analysis like I did with Stephan and more things we can explicitly see about him in game and things that happen in the novel Demian.

And if I can have a small parenthesis here, people saying that one of my favorite pjm guys Ever is in any way similar to a guy who despite being pretty cool is just Not the type of character I fully vibe with... really, it gets annoying fast. Anyway back to the serious analysis now.

2.1- Emil Sinclair in Demian (1919)

To be able to understand Sinclair as he is depicted in Limbus Company, it is important to first be familiar with the source material of the original iteration of the character, that's it we're doing your high school homework by compiling several literary analysis of a symbolic psychological early 20th century autobiographical novel i hope you guys signed up for this (and if you didn't, though luck! i will do this anyway, I love literary analysis).

In the novel, young Emil finds himself torn between the worlds of light (which can be equated to the Garden of Eden, but it's more tangible meaning for our protagonist is his childhood home and family, a serene and well structure/organized space where he can be innocent, untainted by the evils of the outside world) and darkness (basically all the scary shit that goes on outside, where people do evil things for the sake of it), he finds himself tempted by the violence of the outside world, particularly through the actions of his classmate Franz Kromer, which eventually leads him to consider that due to being exposed to this tainted world of evil he no longer can return to the world of good and innocence.

Here, the character of Demian acts as a guide, someone who helps Sinclair to trascend this binary perception of good vs evil and to see himself as someone worthy of happiness because him witnessing the world of evil didn't taint him as a person but rather merely showed him another face of the world, Demian here mentions the Mark of Cain as a symbol of mental strenght and freedom, considering that bearers of this mark are capable of making their own choices and should be able to go beyond their assigned roles, being able to embody aspects of both worlds. This is to say that Demian's view is less focused on good vs evil, instead taking a more order vs chaos approach (without giving an explicit moral character to either).

In the book, the symbol of a bird breaking out of the egg is frequently used to represent Emil's personal growth, the egg represents safety and innocence, but a bird must eventually leave the egg or it will die, and getting out of the egg is a process than can be seen as violent, as a bird must fight to get out of the egg, and getting out of the egg represents birth but also an irreversible change, it can be seen as breaking out of the world of light and getting permanently in the world of darkness since a broken shell can't be fixed, but it can also mean achieving the enlightment and personal balance to not feel permanently bound to a condition, place or state of being and therefore growing as a person by learning to see himself as a whole human instead of supressing his "evil side" by only forcing the "good side" to surface.

Max Demian is here to show this second meaning of growth/self improvement (while also explaining that Sinclair is permamently growing and must always keep this balance between all the parts conforming the whole being that is himself rather that trying to make parts of himself antagonize each other). This idea of personal growth being one of the core themes of the book.

2.2- Emil Sinclair in Limbus Company (2023)

With Sinclair's source media analyzed (at a very surface level, mind you), we now can start talking about the depiction of Sinclair in Limbus Company, how it parallels the book, why the book symbolism is important for this instance of Sinclair and so on.

When we are first introduced to Sinclair in the game he's clearly nervous, he doesn't know what he's supposed to do as he hasn't worked for a similar company before and he isn't used to the gruesome sight of the bus eating people, this does fit inmediately in the motif of a naive person with limited experience about the world (well, to be fair to him most people won't be seeing man-eating buses at a regular basis, but the average backstreets dweller would be familiar with equally violent situations).

With this said, despite Sinclair's obviously nervous behavior... he isn't really a pessimist like Stephan was, in fact, almost every chapter (counting cantos, intervallos and the short mini chapters such as the Dante's notes update episode) have at least one key moment with him trying to rationalize horrible stuff as something much less violent, or simply going "but I thought this thing didn't work like this..." when confronted with the more horrible realities in the city. He thought the G corp veterans were really going to let them pass without a fight, he thought the people being controlled by headhens were just actors wearing mascot costumes, he thought mermaids were the beautiful half-woman half-fish creatures he heard about in fairy tales, and there's more examples but I don't really feel like looking for The Entire Fucking Plot Because This Guy Is An Actual Protagonist Instead Of A Background Guy Like Stephan Was to make my point clearer than it already is. And it's only when he realizes that the real world doesn't fit his expectations that he panics.

Well, there is one exception to this pattern: his own canto. Here, he panics inmediately as soon as K corp's nest is mentioned and spends the first half of the chapter pleading to turn back while saying that they are going to get killed. So what is different here with the rest of the plot?

Obviously, the fact that is related to his very own very personal very specific trauma. That is to say, unlike Stephan who is wary of anything that can put him on danger or cost him more money than it should, Sinclair has a very specific traumatic event that makes him act Like That (sure, he gets scared and nervous outside that, but these are more normal "I'm unfamiliar with this and I don't fully know how to react, this is normal behavior in a human being" reactions than outright "I am Actually Terrified due to being reminded of an actual traumatic event, this reaction is a textbook definition of post-traumatic stress disorder").

HOWEVER, Sinclair being someone who's deeply traumatized and kind of a scaredy cat when it comes to violence and unfamiliar situations... it doesn't mean that he's incompetent or a bad fighter. Almost all of his identities are terrifyingly good fighters (at least in their lore), Los Mariachis fear jefe Sinclair, Cinq director Sinclair is someone most association members are terrified to duel even during training, Blade Lineage Sinclair is considered a talented killer (it's also worth noting that save maybe for the mariachi one, in none of these mirror worlds Sinclair is precisely happy of being recognized as "the guy who's very scary when he fights people", unlike Stephan who I don't think he particularly likes killing but has a more "as long as I get paid..." mentality about it), the only "not very good at this" Sinclair id I can think of is the molar boatworks id where he's more a mechanic than a fighter so he fears he's lagging behind in that aspect. Hell, even the Canon Timeline so to speak (which is to say: his base identity) has him carrying that huge halberd, going on a frenzy attacking some already mutilated inquisitor's corpse, piercing through Guido's armor and dealing a fatal blow that finally killed him for real. To compare, Stephan is good at physical work, but we don't know about his close combat capacities other than the fact that he dislikes it, for Sinclair however we know he's terrifyingly good at physical combat.

Now, I've seen a lot of people call Sinclair a twink and while it's one of these words that nobody agrees on what it means, let's give it the benefit of doubt and say "alright, for the duration of this analysis let's settle on a twink being a young looking (regardless of actual age), thin man with almost no facial/body hair".

Since Sinclair is a rich guy (not just Any Rich Guy though, we're talking of someone whose family had ties to a Wing, probably not some elite guy like Daniel or Hong Lu, but not a self perceived "mediocre" nest dweller like Samjo either), and pressumably not very experienced in combat in most mirror worlds (we know he has no prior experience in the base one where he joined Limbus, at least), let's say that he has enough body mods for him to be much stronger than he looks like despite being thin, he does look thin and young and much to my dissapointment he also has no facial hair, so yeah, under this very broad definition of the term he is a twink.

However if you start adding personality archetypes to the definition he stops being one almost inmediately, as we've been shown time after time that his "submissive" attitude is mostly a result of him not knowing too well how to impose himself and just going along with what the rest say or do, but he's starting to grow tired of that ever since Hell's Chicken (even if he clearly still isn't great at that), as it should be more than obvious for anyone who even just googled "demian herman hesse literary analysis", Sinclair is undergoing a lot of changes even now, and the game is doing a good job at portraying that.

Honestly I also think he'd be hotter with a sleeper build but really, I don't care enough about him to argue about that.

And for the last point, precisely due to his upbringing as a rich guy AND his traumatic experience with Kromer, Sinclair is not only a very polite and mild mannered guy (again, unlike resident creature Stephan), but also he tries to take as little space as possible, both literally and metaphorically, as Dante notices near the end of canto 3 when they finally comment on how Sinclair never talks about his own problems until it's too late because he doesn't want to bother the others as they probably have it worse (again, unlike Stephan "i don't mind loweing team morale and making everyone in the room uncomfortable as long as i get to vent" Full Stop office).

3.- Adressing common arguments

Alright, now that I talked about each character, let's see some of the most common arguments I've seen people use to compare them.

"They look the same!" No, they don't. The only thing they have in common is being blonde but even their hairstyles are different with Sinclair having a simple bowl-ish cut with slightly wavy hair and Stephan having curlier hair (not to mention the whole point I made about body types because I'm the sort of lunatic who cares about that stuff). I won't even bother with this argument.

"They have the same personalities!" Again, they don't. Stephan is very cynical with a lot of his attitude being clearly derivated from him coming from a poor background and having stayed there his whole life, he also doesn't care about his cynism getting in the way and bothering everyone else. On the other hand, Sinclair is someone who could almost be described as naive due to having lived a sheltered childhood and only having his experiences with Kromer and his time at Limbus as moments of realizing that the rest of the world is Not Like His Childhood House, still believing that the world is a binary of good vs evil and expecting things to turn out fine or be much better than they actually are, just to be hit with the reality of the city Not being a nice place where people are nice and polite and not trying to kill him, this is not to say he doesn't have his own issues but even Dante notices during his Canto that Sinclair makes a point to avoid bothering everyone else with his personal problems, keeping them to himself even if that makes things worse on the long run.

"Both are opposed and harmed by a lunatic!" This is an argument I've seen a lot and is incredibly filmsy at best, half of the city's population are lunatics and the other half are people who got opposed by them some way or another. Will you say that Ishmael and the rest of the Pequod crew can be compared to the Full Stop office (or really, even mention the other Full Stop fixers instead of just focusing on Stephan because he happens to be blonde and can be compared to Sinclair) because of their situations with Ahab? Or the W Corp crew who got their train targetted by Jae-heon and Elena (or, you know, the train passengers who were turned into Love townspeople or puppets)? What about the Vermillion Cross who got killed by the Reverb Ensemble? Or the Cane office fixers? or the Zwei association section 6 who got beaten to death by Gyeong-mi just because he felt like doing so? Or the Liu association section 1 who had to deal with Argalia taking Philip away? Or the Kurokumo clan members when they were attacked by Tanya? You aren't comparing them to either Stephan or Sinclair, right? Not to mention that in her weird and fucked up perception of things, Kromer was less opposed to Sinclair as she was trying to lead him to join her and her cause, even the last things she says before getting killed are her calling him to follow her.

"Both are compared to birds!" Oh, right, because I forgot that a very directed symbolic comparison to a baby bird breaking out of it's shell as a symbol of rebirth, learning about the nuances of the world and self improvement/liberation that is consistently used in the source material Sinclair comes from is exactly the same as one (1) throwaway line the big bad guy uses to mock not only Stephan but the whole Full Stop gang, right. And if you want to say "but Tamaki compares him to a bird once too", yeah she calls him a parrot because he keeps repeating the same complaints over and over, it's still not the same as a consistent metaphor.

"Both are sad blonde twinks! They're essentially the same guy." Sad? Yeah, everyone in the city is sad but their ways to be sad are polar opposites, and neither of them is the pure cinnamon roll uwu crybaby archetype people tend to lump both into, Stephan was merely having a bad day and people decided to make that his whole personality (when honestly we get more insight on his actual personality before Argalia shows up, when he's making sarcastic remarks and getting impatient because they weren't starting killing people fast enough) but he's still perfectly capable (and willing) to murder people, and Sinclair is just... someone who lacks experience about the real world and how it works and has a tendency to get nervous because of this, but he can adapt quickly to situations once he understands them. Blonde? Yeah, but I guess if that's a point to draw a comparison then we should also compare them to Don Quixote, the Tiphereths, Lenny, Yun, Lulu, Olga, every single npc, librarian, and agent who comes with blonde hair from the generator... Twinks? Stephan absolutely isn't one, Sinclair depends on how you define twink as nobody seems to get to an agreement with that, if you define it as merely "young looking thin man with almost no visible body hair" then yeah he is one, but if you go for any more specific definition than that he stops fitting into the definition almost instantly.

In conclusion: if I see anyone else comparing them I'll start blocking people liberally bc I'm sick of seeing that shit (I do that already tbh but just so you know), now scram

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I was wonderin if you would do this request as your too a James gurlie like meee

So my vision is your James girl best friend and have been for a long long time. Little do you know, James has a size kink and has a PHAT crush on you. He adores the fact your only 5’1 and curvy (in total just his type from head to toe) and you’re on tour with him.

He just finished a concert and was pissed off for some random reason so you innocently ask him what’s wrong. Your drinking a beer with him in your hotel room but he soon enough gets impatient and fucks your brains out.

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AHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA!! I can imagine any era james for this but blackalbum! james is whats popping up in my brain for that (if its not good im sorry 😭)

Being best friends with James Hetfield is quite a roller coaster, but I love him, and if going on tour with him makes him happy, then I'll do it without a second thought.

I'm sitting on the side of the stage waiting for the guys to finish their set so I can congratulate them for another amazing show, but something seems off about James. I mean, he always performs to the best of his abilities, but tonight he just seems more...angry?

The guys finally finish the set and thank the crowd for the amazing night. As James walks up to me, I can feel his anger radiating off of him. What best friend would I be if I didn't check to see whats wrong?

"Hey boys, that was an amazing show you put on tonight, but I'm going to take James back to the hotel for the night."

Lars begins to say, "Ooh, Hetfield, you're going to get some pus." In a pissed-off tone, James cuts him off, "Shut it, Ulrich."

We make it to the car, and James is in the drivers seat. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, I speak up.

"James, you know you can come to me for anything, right?"

James turns to me with a fake smile planted on his face and says, "Dude, I love you to bits, but I don't think you want to hear about my girl's problems."

As he said it, all the air in my lungs seemed to vanish, and a feeling of dread washed over me. Don't let your feelings show; this is James' moment, and I need to worry about him.

"Girl problems, eh? Well, I'm a girl, so maybe I could help you figure everything out for  you."Don't let the jealousy show, please, not now; James needs me.

"It's fine; she probably doesn't like me back anyway," James whispers.

"James, you are so blind; how could someone not like you? but if you want to drop it, we can."

Just like that, there's a gleam in his eyes again as he replies, "Thank you, and when we get back to the hotel, we are so going to drink since you rudely stole me away from the guys."

We got back to the hotel and decided to bunker up in my room for the night since it was more convenient. I tell James that I'm just going to get changed into some comfy clothes and that I'll be right out. I walk back into the living room in some shorts and one of James' shirts and see James' gaze linger over my exposed thighs. Huh, weird.

I grab us both some beers and settle into the couch, but James is still looking at my thighs, so I pull my legs up to my chest and sit like that.

"James, are you sure you don't want to talk about anything? You seem really off today."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I didn't get enough sleep last night, though." James says he's still looking at me like I'm a goddess or something.

I shuffle around a bit on the couch and hear James' breath hitch. My thoughts are now running wild with how he's looking at me. Calm down; he's probably just lost in thought.

We talk for about 10 minutes before I notice there's something else in his eyes. I can't quite decipher it yet. We're just aimlessly talking at this point when James leans in and kisses me like his life depends on it. He pulls away and gets up, grabbing his things in a rush and mumbling things like "why did I do that? I'm such an idiot" and "I just ruined the best thing that ever happened to me." I finally manage to catch on to what he's doing and grab his arm, trying to get him to look at me.

"James, calm down; I'm not going anywhere. I promise" He looks back at me and says, "But I just kissed you."

I look at him like he has three heads, and suddenly I get what's up with him tonight.

"James, it was ok—more than ok, actually. I enjoyed it."

He turns around, and suddenly he's lunging at me, and when he finally gets to me, our lips smash together in a mess of desire and admiration. Years of longing and lust all spilled out in a matter of moments.

We pull away for air, and he says, "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that."

He adds, "I've been in love with you for years, you idiot." With a huge smile on my face, I reply, "It seems like we're both idiots, because I've been in love with you for years too."

James then pushes me onto my back on the couch and gets on top of me, encompassing me with his arms stationed right above my shoulders and his long hair blocking us out from the outside world. And my thoughts are filled with "james, james, james, james."

He gives me a quick peck before moving down my neck, licking and sucking at it like a madman, before looking back up at me and asking me if he can take my shirt off. I nod at him, but he stops. "I'm going to have to hear you, hon."

I whine as my cheeks burn from how much I'm blushing, and I plead, "Jamie, please, I need you. Stop teasing me."

"That's what I wanted to hear."

He continues where he left off, but he's doing it slower. I'm getting so worked up, but he can't tease me without consequences, so I brush my foot against his hardening cock, and he stills his movements. And straight-up growls

He pulls us off the couch, and when I try and ask him what he's doing, he pushes me against the wall.

"Aww, look at you—so little and fragile in my hands. I could easily pound into you right here; do you want that doll?" James speaks through his teeth.

I try to speak, but the only thing that escapes my mouth is a moan.

"Does my bunny like me crowding her like this, huh? Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

James has me pinned to the wall, and his knee is between my thighs, and the friction is so delicious.

"James, can you please hurry up and fuck me?" I whine out.

"Don't worry, hon, we'll get to that later, but right now I'm enjoying watching you get yourself off my thigh," he laughs.

I don't want to sound like a brat, but I need him, and I need him now.

I feel my release building up, and when I'm about to finish, James pulls his leg away with a wicked smile, and I almost cry.

"Don't cry, sweetheart; you'll get your release soon. Can you pull your shorts and panties down for me now, please?" I do as he says, and he praises me for it.

"Are you ready for me, sweetheart?" He knows I am; he just wants to draw this out for as long as he can.

"Mhm, been ready for you, Jamie."

James pulls his pants down and thrusts into me, filling me to the hilt. After I've adjusted to his size, he starts slowly dragging out his thrusts. I squeal because he feels so good. "Feel so full, Jamie, so good. Keep going, please, please."

He seemed to enjoy that, and his pace quickened, pounding into me at a brutal pace. Through gritted teeth, he manages to say, "This pussy feels so tight and warm, just for me, yeah?"

"Just for you, Jamie, all yours; I'm all yours."

He adjusts his arms under my ass so he can get a better hold on me, and while doing that, he gives my ass a smack.

I let out a moan. "Right there, Jamie, keep going; feel so full." "M'girl, you're gripping me so hard; if you keep it up, I'm not going to last."

With one particularly hard thrust, we both let out moans that are borderline pornographic. His thrusts are getting sloppy; he must be close.

"Jamie, I'm going to cum. Can I cum please? I've been a good girl for you. Please let me cum."

"Hold on a little bit longer, hon. Wanna cum together?" "Where do you want it?"

My mind is shouting at me at this point. "Inside, please Jamie, I just want to feel you."

James then says, "Now, let go, hon. C'mon, cum sweets." With a final thrust, we both finish. I can feel his warm cum filling me up to the brink. When he pulls out and some of his seed spills out, he uses his thumb to push it back in and then gets me to suck it clean.

"Wow, that was something," I say out of breath.

James doesn't say a word; he simply lifts me up bridal style, puts me down gently onto the bed, and walks out. For a second, my heart cracks, and I think, "He just used me," but he comes back with a warm washcloth and cleans up the mess between my thighs. After he's done with that, he puts some boxers on me and lays beside me.

"Feelin' ok, sweetheart?" James says softly "Better than ok, Jamie, thank you." "Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?" "Jamie, stop worrying. I feel amazing; you're amazing." "I meant it; you know what I said earlier. I do love you." And in that moment, he seemed so vulnerable, so I hugged him. "I love you too, Jamie. I love you so much it hurts."

"D'ya wanna be my girlfriend?" He says it shyly. "You just fucked my brains out and gave me the best orgasm of my life, and you're getting shy about asking me out? but of course I'll be your girlfriend, you big idiot."

With a huge smile on both our faces, we slowly drift off to sleep, embraced in each other's arms.

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