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slasherbvnnie · 1 year

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Until We Found You | Part V

Part V is finally out!! I enjoyed writing this one a lot! I still have some more chapters in mind, especially for the big reveal. Not sure how many I can write out, but I don’t see it happening anytime soon. Sorry it’s a bit short this time! The next part is going to be longer. As usual, heed the tags

Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Eventual Poly!Ghostface x reader, Eventual NSFW, All characters 18+

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX

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“Don’t you know the trope of never having sex in horror films?” The other line asked you, making you laugh, “you didn’t kill me the first time, why would it be any different now?” You asked as you sat out on your front porch, taking a seat on the bench outside. “What if someone else made you star in their movie, huh? Wouldn’t you be part of their film instead,” they said as you laughed, “yeah, but then it could be some big cross over. Like alien versus predator or king kong and Godzilla, I would kinda like to see that, my two boys fighting for protecting me.” You teased as they chuckled.

“I heard you wanted both of us there tonight,” they hummed, making you smile, “so you’re the one who makes the calls?” you asked before continuing, “I want you both here…alongside a new lingerie outfit too, you boys are really racking up a total. You two should take me shopping sometime.” You suggested playfully, wishing that you could go out in public with the two. “Maybe someday,” they said, sounding a little more somber now. “Will you two ever let me know who you are?” You asked, it had been on your mind lately, but the silence gave you your answer. “I guess you still can’t trust me, huh? It’s fine, I’ll find a way to prove it to you two.” You said, hearing another phone call coming in. “I have to let you go now, one of my friends is calling, I’ll see you two tonight, right?” You questioned, “we’ll be a little later tonight but don’t worry, we’ll be there.” They promised you before hanging up. Y

ou smiled, answering the new call coming in. “Hey! Me and Stu were gonna head out for lunch soon, did you wanna join? Sid’s gonna call Billy to see if he wanted to go,” Tatum’s voice said, you debated for a moment before agreeing. “Great! Me and Stu will pick you up, we can pick up Randy too afterwards,” she said as you hummed. “Sounds good, I’ll get ready now,” You said, hanging up after saying goodbye. Your eyes lingered out into the street, you couldn’t help but feel as if there was someone watching you, wondering if your secret stalker was watching over you right now. Part of you wished they’d just come out and reveal themselves to you, pull off their mask and show you their faces. You let out a sigh, getting up from the bench and heading back inside the house to get ready.By the time Stu’s car pulled up to your driveway you were ready, hair and outfit finished along with just the right amount of makeup for you.

You could hear the music playing from outside, wondering at which point in time Stu would finally lose his hearing, you gave him another 10 good years. You texted your parents that you were going out with your group again, promising them to be home before curfew. Curfew had bummed you out recently, you made a mental note to tell your masked killers that you were mad at them for making Woodsboro go under a curfew, everything sucked now that nothing was open past 6. “Hey Macher, calm it with the stereo,” you said as Stu chuckled, “can’t help it, I like making my presence known,” he said as he turned up the music louder. You rolled your eyes, chatting with Tatum as you all headed to pick up the others.

Sid and Billy met you at the restaurant, already sitting down at a booth when you all arrived. It was about an hour later, everyone finished with their food and just spending time chatting about whatever came up. “Did you guys hear about Oliver?” Randy asked as Tatum nodded, “Dewey said it was even worse than Casey and Steve, said you couldn’t recognize him at all,” she added in as your eyebrows furrowed. “Sid said the neighbors tried getting the killer, did Dewey say anything about that?” You questioned as Tatum shook her head, “no, he said the neighbor tried to shoot at them but they missed. Said they took off into the woods,” she said, you growing worried if they had been hurt. They didn’t mention anything on the phone so you assumed they weren’t, making you relax a bit. “Maybe it was your mystery date,” Randy teased, making you glare at him, “I mean we were talking about him yesterday, maybe your boyfriend got mad about him and decided to off him as some romantic present,” he added as you laughed. “Right, cause I totally want to be an accomplice,” you joked as you rolled your eyes, but you did wonder if that was true.

Oliver had bullied others as well, so you didn’t put it past them to have also been one of his victims. Though, the thought that they did it for you made your heart beat faster. “I think you cracked the code Meeks,” Billy teased, noticing your reddening cheeks, “are you all forgetting she was almost killed by them?” Sidney brought up as Stu hummed, “well she is still alive, maybe Randy was right with them doing it to cover up their tracks,” he said as you scoffed. “Can you jackasses back off before I take my turn at you?” You said jokingly, waving the butterknife on your plate around playfully.

Later that night you sat in bed, rewatching the Texas Chainsaw Massacre on your laptop with Irena purring and fast asleep on your lap. You snacked on some popcorn as you watched the movie, looking to your side as you saw Tatum calling you. You hit pause on the movie and answered as you ate another piece of popcorn, “whats up, Tate?” You asked as she quickly spoke, “holy shit! They almost got the killer!” she yelled into the phone, making you sit up. “What?” You questioned as she laughed. “The killer! They were going after some of Oliver’s friends. They were having a celebration for him and one of the guys actually fucking stabbed them! Dewey said they were chasing them down but lost them a few moments ago, they said the police are gonna be waiting at the hospital incase anyone comes in with a stab wound,” she said, you carefully moved Irena off your lap and set your laptop on your vanity as you looked out your window. You could see the black outfit moving and struggling to climb up, “shit, that’s awesome Tate, let me know if Dewey calls you again, I’m gonna go tell my parents,” You spoke, hanging up the phone and putting it down as you pushed your window open.

“Seriously? Going after the whole fucking football team?” You asked angrily, putting your hand out to help them inside. You shut the window after they got in, seeing them collapse onto the floor. “Shit, hold on,” You said as you rushed to your bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit and rushing back to their side. You were about to lift up the robe before they grabbed your wrist, pushing your hand away. You felt a little hurt that they still didn’t trust you, but pointed in the direction of the restroom. “You can patch yourself up in there, my friend said the police are going to be at the hospital, you can’t go,” you said, seeing the flashing of police lights pass by outside. “Is the other one okay?” You questioned them, getting a nod as they hubbled to the bathroom. After half an hour they emerged from the bathroom, taking a seat on your desk chair. “Are you okay? Did the bleeding stop?” You fretted over them, getting a nod as they motioned you over. They grabbed your wrist, holding your hand up to their chest so you could feel their steady heartbeat. You relaxed before pushing on their chest, huffing at them. “The whole fucking football team, you’re actually fucking crazy,” you huffed out before gently rubbing where you had pushed them. “The other one, he got away okay?” You asked, smiling when you got another nod. “You can stay as long as you need tonight, the police are probably out searching for you,” you said, sighing softly as you looked to them. “Don’t think I forgot about that lingerie set either, it was pretty expensive,” you said jokingly, earning a laugh from behind their mask. “I’m gonna head to bed, I have an exam tomorrow,” you said, giving a little kiss to their mask. “If you wanna join at least take off your clothes, I won’t look, I promise. You can even blindfold me if you don’t trust me,” you offered, heading to bed. They followed after you, you laid down and closed your eyes, facing them so they could see that you weren’t looking. They began to shuffle out of the costume, going to your door and locking it before heading back to your bed. They laid down behind you, wrapping their arms around you and holding you close.

You fell asleep easily in their hold, relaxing in their arms throughout the night. A few hours later you woke up to muffled voices in the bathroom, you sat up and rubbed your eyes as you looked to see the morning sunlight lighting up your room. “I’m fine, just spent the night at her place,” you heard coming from the bathroom, your groggy mind a bit too slow to recognize they weren’t using the voice changer. You did your best to not pay attention, not wanting to betray their trust by finding out who they were too soon. You laid down again, closing your eyes when you heard the door open. You felt their hand tracing your face before they planted little kisses on your cheeks before planting a soft and loving one to your lips. They pulled away and pulled the mask on before tapping you, you pretended to stir awake, blinking up at them. “You’re leaving?” You asked as they nodded, “be safe, okay? I would rather prefer finding out who you are when you trust me and not through some Gale Weathers interview,” you said as you leaned up, planting a little kiss on their mask just like last night. “Be safe, both of you,” you said as they nodded and began to climb out your window.

An hour later Tatum came to pick you up in her little red beetle, driving both of you to class. You met up with Sid and Stu, who had his arm wrapped around Tatum. “Where’s Billy at today?” Tatum asked as Sid sighed, “said he came down with a major stomach bug. He said he was sick all night and didn’t even sleep, his dad told him to head to the doctor instead of class,” she said as you turned towards Sidney. Stu became aware of your glance at her, his eyes widening in surprise when you made eye contact with him.

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megamindsecretlair · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin , im never sure if ppl look forward to whats upcoming from me, but these keep me honest 🤣😭

Step one: Post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on, then prioritize the one with the most votes.

Step three: Ask me about my WIPs! Don't be shy, I love talking about my fics! We don't create or share in a void, we want to hear from you lovelies!

Well, Mega, what can we look forward to 👀

1) Beauty and the Beast Inspired Stunna: I have severe Yahya Abdul Mateen II brainrot and baby, 🥲 the way I want to write literally everything for him. This will be a precursor to a novella I wanna write with original characters and lots more action, but Id love extra feedback for it. It will have vampires, toxic staff, and naughty bits.

2) Mea Culpa: I have been debating how much time I wanna dedicate to rewriting that monstrosity of a movie 🤭 okay, thats not fair. The idea was there, the execution wasn't because TP wouldnt know what's sexy if it slapped him in his face. Who am I fooling? I won't be satisfied until I write the whole thing and satisfy my brain. So yeah, prepare for a rewrite according to what I would've done. Think corruption kink, think court drama, think Zyair being the toxic mess we know and love.

3) Mob Boss Tyrone: I feel like ive been teasing this for years 🥲😭🤣 and thats because the ask was specifically for a one shot and I plotted out 7 parts 🤭🤣 at this point, yall know how I am. I tried to conform to short fics for my sanity and I just cant 🤷🏽‍♀️ some ideas require one part, some require several. It will include hella angst, hella smut, hella toxcity, but at the end of the day, hes always going to love his baby girl. I also think im going to switch it to Fontaine chuz thats a prettier/grittier name and would suit the story better.

4) A Watchmen fic for Cal (Yahya): lissen, ive finally went back to finish Watchmen. Not because it was a bad show, but because it requires 100% of my focus and I aint had it. But for Yahya? Ill make the time. I feel like that is 100% a soft dom and I just wanna be his cute lil princess, sue me 🤷🏽‍♀️ I love a man I can't tell what to do 🤣

Theres more but for the sake of brevity, Ill keep it at the 4 most occupying my brain at the moment. Soooo, which one yall want first? And yes 🥲 im aware of how many series I need to update 🥲

No pressure tags: @nerdieforpedro @harmshake @notapradagurl7 @ellethespaceunicorn @miyuhpapayuh

#megaminds updates #megaminds tag game #tag game #tumblr tag game #wip #work in progress #wips #Ask me about my WIPs #poll game #poll #megaminds polls

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stevie-petey · 4 months

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How about Steve and bug talking about what they think their future is gonna be like? When he comes and visits her at work and they just talk about random stuff. He just says something off handedly like " I hope my kids read like you do, I want them to be booksmart like you." " Do you wanna have kids?"

" oh yeah definitely I want six."

"Six?! I could probably only handle three, if my kids are anything like me they'll be leash kids I'm serious."

And it's just sweet, them talking about how they hope their life to be, not knowing that they're each other's future.

oooo YES !!!

enjoy <3

"how many kids would you want? ya know, assuming you actually do want kids in the future."

steves question causes you to drop the change youd been counting at the register. "im sorry, what?"

"kids?" he sees your bewilderment and frowns. "what, youve never thought about your future?"

"i mean, sure? but i havent given any thought about kids. im sixteen, steve."

"and im seventeen and know for a fact that i want my kids to be booksmart like you." steve responds, not even paying that much attention to you as he busies himself with a comic.

you stare at him in shock. god, steve harrington really does just say the most bizarre things so casually. hes thought about his kids? and about how he wants them to be like you?

sometimes, you really hate that he does this. because then he just leaves you there, always standing in shock, as he goes about his day as if this is all normal.

you take a deep breath and shake your head, you have a job to do. dimes and nickels need to be attended to. "can i ask what sparked this insane thought?"

steve holds up the comic hes reading. "see, these i like. but those books about war and peace? no thanks. but... i dont know. guess theyd be good for my kids, seeing as they made you so smart."

you laugh. "im not the genius you think i am. i still think spider-man is real."

"youre like, the top of your class. shush."

"so sassy for a man who daydreams about having kids." you tease, but something shifts behind steves eyes.

"it is weird, isnt it?" he ducks his head down. "sorry."

well, now you feel bad. sighing, you drop the change in your hand and walk over to steve. sure, its a bit weird, but also incredibly sweet that he already seems to know how he'll raise his kids in the future.

you sit next to him and pluck the comic out of his hands. "so, tell me. how many kids we talking?"

a smile returns to steves face. "definitely, like, six."

"six?" you choke on your spit. "and who is birthing these six fucking children?"

a pause, then a frown. "hm. ya know, i never thought about that."

"bless you," you pat steves knee and he laughs. "i think id like three or so. maybe more, but definitely at least three. i love having a sibling, and i love taking care of dustin and his friends. ive already got years of experience."

"three? weak. do better, y/n." steve pokes your side.

you slap his hand away. "hey, i know im a handful. so is dustin. with my luck, my children will be little mini dustins and that... is a very scary thought."

"im an only child-"

"shocking!"

"anyways, its lonely. so im having as many kids as i possibly can. itd be fun, and id take them out to play baseball and go to parks and build forts and-"

"read them bedtime stories so they become booksmart?"

steve snaps his fingers and smiles. "exactly! you get me, y/n."

you giggle. "i try."

and for the last hour of your shift, you and steve debate the hypotheticals of your futures. steve remains adamant that he becomes a housewife, and you declare that if even one of your kids turns out like dustin, then youre sending them to live with him.

its a good day.

#ask #anon #come home blurb #m's writing #m speaks #set in between seasons 1 and 2 #i love u steve and bug

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kxmpfflieger · 7 months

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I wish to be upfront about a few things

Hey gang, let's have a talk about the future of this account.

In truth, I no longer wish to associate myself with the history community, specifically the Great War subsection I've actively participated in for the last (three-ish?) years.

I'm going to be blunt and say that it is because of the people I've come across. This place is a minefield, and every second mine that blows up in your face starts a chain reaction worse than the last. Its terrible. Ive hated it. And my only mistake has been not openly stepping down a year ago like I originally wanted. There's been a LOT of unsavory characters that I have followed and supported unknowingly, and people that I've just encountered out in the wild that just made me sick to my stomach. Despite my better judgement, I've persisted, but I recognise the toll it has taken on my mental health is really not worth any of this.

To add insult to injury, actively being in the history community has made me scared of engaging with other communities in fear of being ousted for the stigma WW/Imperial Germany art can carry in general, and its become a problem the more I've grown tired and fallen out of love with this material.

I wish to branch out, I don't want to be associated with this community anymore because of the shit I've seen and how insensitive and out-of-touch a lot of the people seem to be about such serious subjects.

My relationship with Martyrs is definitely not what it used to be, same goes for the "source material". I wish I could tell you a few bad apples didnt spoil the basket, but they did. In truth, I've lost the love I held for it.

A mix of the rancid experiences I've had with the community this past year, combined with the fact publishing comics as a One Man Team is something I wouldn't wish upon anyone (burnout, impostor syndrome, having to deal with carpal tunnel for the rest of my life now partially because of it, off the top of my head).

I don't want to drop the comic nor the characters I've made, developed and invested myself in for the past two years of my life. I need time to heal my relationship with my art, Martyrs in its entirety, and just broaden my horizons with other fandoms instead of limiting myself to one thing. I will not abandon what I've worked so hard for, but I need time to pull myself back up.

I don't plan on stopping art of the characters entirely. But please be aware that if that was the only content you followed me for, you will have to deal with lots of other unrelated stuff from now on.

Getting myself lost in the absolute minefield this place is (the ww community) is not something I wish to do again. I dont want to be considered a member of it. I want to be an outsider occasionally dropping by. Only surface level stuff with art of my characters and comic, that's it.

I'm grateful for the connections and the wonderful close friends I've made. For all the lovely fan-works and words of love and endorsement I've received. But I need to take better care of myself, and there are very clear and specific steps I need to take to do so. I debated making this post in the first place and just phasing out ww art out slowly overtime, but doing so didnt feel right.

If you wish to unfollow me after this, please go ahead. You're not obligated to stay, nor am I obligated to keep you here. Thank you for sharing this journey with me for the past two years.

#tldr i dont want to be part of the history community anymore #too many rotten apples in one basket have absolutely ruined all the fun i used to have here #i want to draw other things that bring me joy #martyrs will go on but will not be my main rocus since i need to heal my relationship with it #webcomics are too much work for one person to achieve without backup #thats all i think #see you on the other side #hopefully theres no edits i need to make #its hard to make my emotions coherent

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jame7t · 1 year

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Can I ask if you use OBS for streaming? And also any tips for an aspiring streamy girl? *looks at you with the wettest eyes*

I do use OBS ! If youre not really familiar with it, its totally worth looking up some simple tutorials for. Once you can get a grasp on the program in general, its super modular and fun to mess around with. I think my biggest pieces of advice for streaming are like. 1: IGNORE those numbers queen. It can be super easy to see streamers with anywhere from 29-100 viewers and feel sucks about an average of like. 1-4. but literally anyone who uses twitch- or any platform- has to start there unless you're already situated on a different platform!

These are my average viewers from 2020- its taken me a long time to do anything on twitch, but its been a hell of a lot of fun, and its let me meet some of my best friends in the world because of it! Streaming is a great way to meet people, which brings me to point 2: Absolutely be careful who you meet! I've met a lot of really great people on the site- but as much as small streamers gotta stick together, there's some real stinkers out there who only want to 'network' with you. I won't pretend im BFFs with everyone I interact with on the platform- we're like neighbors <3- but I can confidently say I've never spoken to someone with intentions of clout chasing. The internet's the internet- stay safe out there lmao Ironically this becomes less of a problem the more you stream, you kinda learn to spot it, but back when I was at around 300 followers I absolutely had some incidents where people were playing some real booboo games to try get closer to me. Lots of streamers have promo channels in their respective discords- places you can link your stream when you're going live- just make sure you're an active-ish member of the community if you plan on doing that! Chatters are way more likely to stop by if they recognize you- and its pretty rude to be completely silent in 45 discords unless you're going live- 3: have fun!! Twitch is still just a hobby for me- its admittedly helped me out of a few rougher financial months at random points in the last few years- but im still very far away from making it my full time job in any capacity. Pace yourself- play games with your friends- and have fun! Worrying about growth and money is a pointless endeavor- because twitch will not help you grow! 4: Use Other Platforms: (as well, i mean) There's a lot of youtube videos and tutorials debating the best streaming site- "ahh heres why i left twitch forever vs aahhh heres why im leaving youtube forever" but it boils down to Sites Is Sucks ALWAYS. Forever. If you want to grow on twitch- or any site- make sure you're posting about your streams elsewhere too! Not JUST stream promo posts, but highlights and clips as well! If you can get some sort of editing software, subtitling them expands their reach a TON across the board, though it does take more time to subtitle them. People wont know what youre doing unless you tell them! Now, this does mean you might have to download the dreaded tiktok- I can't speak for the quality of that site in terms of getting people to watch streams; but twitch itself has sent me emails in the past recommending I post clips to tiktok. Plenty of streamers do it- use your best judgement, and what sites you think you can adapt to! Tiktok honestly might be better for getting your clips out there without a preexisting audience- when I first started streaming, I had 6000 followers on tumblr and my promo posts regularly got 1-4 notes- Nothing against those 6000; a promo post is tragically similar to an ad! Of course they wouldnt click it. They dont know how sweet and awesome and silly i am and how my friends mash me with hammers. Theyd want to see that. [The Promo Posts Were Also MID] Some of these things might sound weirdly specific or erratic but its 1 AM and im just recounting some random knowledge ive gained- none of this is a science of course, people might swear the opposite for some of these things. But! Have Fun

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angelsdean · 6 months

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im wondering because ive seen a few posts about cas ghosting dean and the only times i can think of that he does that are season 6 fighting the angel war, season 8 running off with the angel tablet, and season 12 going behind his back to steal the colt. which are all situations where hes doing something dean disapproves of/will try to stop him. idk you can debate whether cas was right but it feels very different from this idea that he never answers dean's calls because he just cant be fucked?

ok a few things:

the post was not about the intentions of either character. it was simply highlighting how dean has been "ghosted" and ignored by people he cares about and left to worry for days / weeks / months, not knowing if they were alive or not and how this is a recurring theme in his life. always left waiting and worried / terrified he'll never see someone again. that's all. no one is saying cas is a horrible, Bad, evil, malicious person for doing this or that he ignored dean for the hell of it. simply that his actions, regardless of his reasons, unknowingly hurt dean in a very specific way that mirror's john's actions, unfortunately.

re: intentions, yes most often cas's reasons for not contacting dean are because he's doing something behind the winchester's backs. most often with good intentions! from his POV he thinks he's doing the right thing. cas always wants to take things on himself, and that's part of his own trauma from being seen a tool for heaven for billions of years. he always wants to "prove" his worth. he always wants to come back with a "win" for the winchesters. but that's not something dean puts on him.

and all of those times you listed are times when dean expressed he wanted to help / work together. when cas was fighting his civil war dean asks cas to come to him if he needs help. dean always wants to help / be in the loop so he can help. that's part of why cas fucking off to do his own thing and not telling dean is often perceived as "ghosting." like, good intentions aside, cas often barrels headlong into things that he Knows might not be the "right" thing. Half the time his decisions backfire too. Like going to crowley / opening purgatory + swallowing the souls. running off with the tablet? cas was the one who decided to go off alone and not trust dean. dean wanted cas to stay with them and figure things out together. the colt? dean wanted them to all work together, cas decided to go on his side quest.

back to intentions again, cas always believes he's acting on good intentions, and well, the same could be said about john? like, from john's POV he thought he was doing the right thing, he thought he was keeping his boys safe by keeping them out of the loop. he ignored them for so long in s1 because he didn't want them getting involved. similar to how cas knew dean and sam wouldn't approve of what he was doing or would want to get involved in something cas believed was his job to solve, john also knew dean and sam would want to get involved in the hunt for azazel so he pushed them away and kept them in the dark. he personally had "good intentions" and his "reasons" for ghosting them, but regardless these actions still hurt them. and then add in all the times john failed to check in when they were kids, dean was constantly worrying john could be dead, as a child and as an adult in s1. and living with that kind of constant fear leaves scars imo which unintentionally get reopen every time someone dean cares about goes ghost for whatever reason.

and well, i'd say it hurts even more when it's cas because sure, john's a piece of shit more often than not, but cas is dean's best friend (and love!) and to be ignored / left in the dark when most often dean just wants to know cas is okay or so they can work together to solve whatever problem is going on? it hurts.

so, yes cas had his reasons and his intentions were often good! no one is saying they weren't. but the lack of communication, the bare minimum of any relationship, still hurts dean.

it's not unreasonable for dean to want his best friend to let him know he's okay / alive periodically, especially when they live in a literal supernatural horror fantasy show where they can get dead at any time. i don't think anyone is really saying cas is just ignoring him for no reason. sure he has his reasons. and regardless the lack of communications still hurts.

but also. the miscommunication is very delicious to me personally as a viewer.

tldr: anyways i don't think cas ghosts dean for no reason. i think he has his reasons. and still ghosts him bc he wants to come back with a win / doesn't want dean to get hurt / or stop him. but the ghosting still causes dean to worry / think he's dead / triggers a deep-seated anxiety and fears he's felt his whole life starting with john etc etc

#sorry anon not all of this is directed at you i just used this ask to address a bunch of things re: my post #replies #long post

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firefly-sky · 2 months

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stop using kyle as leeway to talk politics. i know ive talked about this before but shit on this site just gets worse and worse. stop using him as a gateway for your political beliefs on the israel/palestine conflict. it doesn’t prove your point. targeting a fictional jewish 9 year old isn’t gonna make the war end so you might as well stop hurting actual people with your bigotry and go to twitter or something if you want to debate politics.

your posts and fanart using kyle as a mask for your opinions isn’t going to get the israeli government to be like “oh y’know what we should do? we should stop because this person on fucking tumblr says so’ like it’s not helping anybody. it’s hurting actual jewish people from what i can tell. send me all the anon hate you want. i don’t care. i can take it. but i’m sick of seeing this shit.

another thing i have a problem with is the fact that this fandom so desperately claims not to want tratt to make an episode based around this conflict, but i know that if they were to make an episode and didn’t portray israelis in the worst light imaginable this fandom will go ballistic because ‘it’s offensive to the palestinians’.

i’ll say this once and i’ll say it again. i absolutely do not under any circumstances support what israel is doing. i think that what is going on there is absolutely disgusting and words cannot comprehend how vile this situation is. however, you also can’t just look at what you want to look at. there is a lot of history between the two, stuff i am not yet qualified to talk about because i don’t feel like i know enough about it to say what i want to say. you also cannot just overlook october 7th. you cannot ignore what the people in israel went through as well.

with that little disclaimer out of the way, back to the topic at hand. south park has made so many offensive jokes. jokes about the holocaust, about sexual abuse, about political issues outside of this. and yet nobody cared. but i can absolutely tell that yall will go absolutely ballistic if tratt were to make an episode that didn’t show the israelis in the worst light they can. so why only care now? why isn’t anyone angry about the past jokes they’ve made? why isn’t anyone upset about that, but the moment anyone in this fandom talks about israel/palestine it’s always ‘censor israel because israel is bad and leave palestine because palestine is good’. like if we’re going by that logic why does nobody censor russia when they’re talking about it? (from what i can tell) why does nobody censor one side when talking about american politics? why is it just this one single conflict that people are so up in arms about censoring one party and not the other?

i do agree that a south park israel/palestine episode would be in horrible, horrible taste. i’m not saying like ‘oh let tratt make that happen because it would be funny’ no. it wouldn’t be funny. that’s absolutely not the case. however, if you guys are going to rant about why tratt airing a south park episode is bad, why do you turn around and ignore the fact that this fandom is actively making fanart and fanfics so they can talk about their political stances while using kyle as a puppet for said viewings?

i guess what i’m asking si where is the line. because form what i can gather, this fandom thinks it’s okay for people to make the most disgusting fanfics and fanart of kyle, tokenizing him and marginalizing him, but the moment someone mentions tratt making an episode it’s suddenly too far? in what world does that make sense? because i know yall don’t do your research beforehand. you just hear what you want to hear and say what you want to say. but the minute someone counters you with actual evidence you freak out. why is that?

(and again. i’m saying this now so i don’t get anyone thinking i don’t support free palestine. what is happening in palestine is vile and disgusting. it’s awful that this is happening, and i have been doing what i can to help out in the means of fundraisers and raising money. i don’t support what israel is currently doing. but i also don’t support october 7th, and i don’t condone the people who claim that people outside of the israeli government have anything to do with what israel is choosing to do just because they’re from israel or they are jewish. i am very anti genocide on both sides, obviously. and i do support free palestine whole heartedly. this post is simply made for the fandom because i’m so sick of seeing people get driven out of the fandom because of the way the fandom treats people like them. this goes for any fandom. not just south park, even though this is basically me ranting about that specific fandom.)

#south park #skipper speaks #kyle broflovski #israel #palestine #politics #(feel free to block the politics tag if it bothers you/you don’t want to look at stuff like this)#i feel like i should put a tw but i don’t know what it would be for

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mariatesstruther · 9 months

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maria miller facts that are 100% true because i said so - for @clickergossip because you’ve been feeding me so well

she was the copy editor of her high school yearbook AND a cheerleader AND captain of the debate team

she still does her stretches every couple of days even post-2003, so even in her 40s she can still do some flips, a backbend, the splits, and a pretty decent toe touch

tommy is a big fan of this 😏

she TOO used to smuggle and do some shady, morally dubious stuff when she was living in a QZ with her father, mostly to keep them both fed and safe and healthy. she never tells him, and he never finds out. the first time she admits this to anyone in jackson is to tommy after he tells her about his past with joel and tess

while the world ended she was at work all day, while kevin was at home with her husband. she never fully found out what happened to them; all she has is that, by the time she got home, the house was trashed and there was blood all over her floor and her walls. she tries her best not to think about this at all

she and dina’s older sister talia are best friends. after talia is killed, maria pledges to herself that she’ll watch out for dina as much as she possibly can, and she basically ends up being dina’s #1 supporter during the pregnancy and first year with JJ. she and dina trade stories about talia and promise to make sure JJ knows how amazing his auntie tal was

sometimes JJ reminds maria so much of kevin that she has to step out of the room

maria has a secret stash of weed that her and talia kept in a jar under a loose floorboard in her house. she rolls joints with rose petals 🌹

maria is lowkey extremely scared of horses, but she doesn’t tell anyone for the sake of keeping up her reputation. one day when she and tommy are cleaning out the stables, a snake startles one of the horses so bad it bucks and kicks over a metal barrel. maria jumps so high and screams so loud it startles tommy, too, and suddenly he and her and this fucking horse are all needing to take a deep goddamn breath together. when she finally admits it, he’s like: ??????? ive seen u ride and get on a horse like you were born on a farm????? what?????

still, from then on, tommy is almost always at maria’s side when she has to mount and dismount her horse. because he talked to a few certain people about a few certain things, she pretty much exclusively rides this calm, beautiful blonde thoroughbred named cleo

maria first recognizes joel in ep 1x06 by his accent and the cadence of his voice. it’s so close to tommy that it immediately throws her, and when he says he’s looking for his brother, well—she obviously needs to know his mf name right away

maria needs to move closer to joel on her horse in that scene because she is severely nearsighted. homegirl needs glasses BAD. she can’t see for shit

tommy searches for glasses for her on every patrol. it is his ultimate life’s goal to find his wife some mf corrective lenses

it takes maria three weeks to convince tommy she is okay to go out on patrols while pregnant. it’s not like he’s being controlling or anything, but her pregnancy is very triggering for him anxiety- and nightmare-wise, and she wants to wait until both of them are comfortable with the decision before she takes any risks. they both settle on the compromise that it feels safe enough for her to go out on patrols with larger groups, as long as they stick to areas that have already been cleared of infected and are accompanied by the dogs

maria is a cat person. she would take care of her neighborhood strays as a kid. by year 10 in jackson, there is a thriving colony of strays that basically live out of her and tommy’s tool-turned-cat-shed at the back of their house

along with tommy, the entirety of the jackson community is invested in making sure maria has a safe and peaceful pregnancy. people start going to tommy and joel with problems that used to come to her, and part of it really annoys her because she knows she’s just as capable as she’s always been. still, a larger deeper part of her is deathly terrified to have this baby, so she ultimately appreciates the extra help and rest

she doesn’t ever tell joel or ellie, but she has a Very Emotional Pregnancy-Brain Breakdown because she’s anxious that ellie will never like her and joel will never like her and then tommy will leave and she’ll be alone with a baby she id scared to have and then the baby will never like her, either. it takes tommy an hour to calm her down—by the end of it, he’s crying a little bit too. he hugs her and kisses her and promises that he’ll never, ever leave—that’s it’s in his dna, his blood, to love her, just as much as it’s in his blood to be joel’s brother—and that he’ll spend his life at her and their child’s side. she believes him

when he does leave in tlou 2, she goes into their bedroom and trashes it completely—rips all the clothes out the closet, pulls down the dressers and shelves, throws his stupid fucking knick-knacks at the walls until they break, strips their bed her bed and rips the sheets. she locks herself in her home and doesn’t speak to anyone for two days; it’s the longest in jackson history that maria goes without working, aside from the week baby miller was born. the members of jackson make sure to leave her alone

when tommy gets back, she continues to refuse to speak to him while simultaneously sitting at his beside in the infirmary for a week straight

seth and maria have had beef that literally stems from the very start of establishing jackson. he’s just a fucking ass. FUCK seth like i will make a whole post about her beef with seth

maria and joel have mutual hate for seth. we’ve discussed this already over here lmfao, they get together and drink and talk shit about him at least twice a week while tommy and ellie have mischief time

sometimes maria and ellie will hear joel or tommy say some southernism that’s so unfamiliar and twangy to them it’s ridiculous, and together they instantly break out into hyper-exaggerated accents to mock them. the miller boys rolls their eyes but they obviously find it to be pretty adorable and hilarious

maria and ellie are not allowed to be on the same team for board game night anymore because they win everything and it is no fun for tommy >:(

tommy does metalsmithing and makes trinkets and jewelry with charms for maria whenever she gets the chance. the first time he makes a loc charm for her, she cries

maria knows how to make those cool patterned woven bracelets out of string and yarn. she teaches ellie how to make some so that she can make valentine’s day bracelets for dina

she visits jackson’s preschool sometimes and it’s so fun because all the jackson littles absolutely LOVE her. at first they think she’s kinda scary because she’s the Serious Boss Lady everybody and their families talk to upon first entering jackson, but one day at the beginning of the schoolyear she comes in and shows the preschoolers that she can do a cartwheel—from then on they’re all absolutely obsessed

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lemonyko0 · 2 years

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Mr. Jeon: Ecstasy

the last words jungkook spoke to you before you fell asleep in his arms ring in your ears and in your mind days after. he's changed, you think you're a step closer to truly having him.

» genre: series, smut, fluff

» word count: 4.7k

Part 4 | Masterpost

i walk into school like i'm on cloud nine. i can't be bothered. i have nothing else to waste time on other than school and jungkook. i have nothing else going for me. no friends to hang out with, no parents to impress, what else am i supposed to do? ive never known anything besides what i've been taught to prioritize, which happen to only be those two things.

im disappointingly not in the maths wing until my last period, but my third to last class is adjacent to the math wing where his classroom resides. sometimes i can catch him outside of his classroom, preparing for his four classes.

today i see him for the first time by my locker, speaking professionally with another teacher.

what business would he have with a literature teacher? the new, young, and pretty one at that. they're smiling at each other and i have no reason to think it's anything other than professional, until he catches me staring.

he seems surprised to see me, he likely didn't know where my locker is and this isn't some elaborate set up. no flirting during school hours is a set of my rules.

i was going to smile and move on with my day, until he turns back to her, leaning his arm casually beside her on the doorway and acting cool. this is clearly a trick he's familiar with, he's oozing with attractiveness and she stutters on her words and slightly blushes. he grins and encourages her to go on about her favorite shakespeare works.

he continues to eye me as she talks, she doesn't seem to care a bit that he stares off for most of their one-sided conversation.

i decide, to discreetly do what i can, he's staring at me for a reason, might as well give him a show.

i smirk and turn back into my locker, reaching up into a little bin at the top where i keep the candy i've accumulated throughout the year as prizes, and i was correct in assuming i had a sucker in the mix.

i can feel his stare as i unwrap it and dart my wet tongue out to lick it, looking at him once i'm satisfied and putting it in my mouth and letting it sit against my cheek.

he ticks his head and looks back at mrs. book lover, acting as if he's disinterested and ignoring me but i know as soon as i look away he looks back at me.

i close my locker and sling my bag over my shoulder, holding miscellaneous folders and notebooks in my other arm. i notice a taller boy staring at me slightly in awe once i look up. i stare at him wordlessly and he plays cool, “y/n, right?”

i furrow my brows, “yeah?”

he smiles and sticks his hand out, “i-i’m jisung.”

i debate my options here. i know jungkook is watching me, now probably closer than ever, if i shake his hand he may definitely count that as a violation. i'm already on thin ice after my lollipop stunt.

suddenly a median solution presents itself to me and i sprint into action, stepping forward with a grin like i'm going to shake his hand, and instead letting the first few notebooks from the stack in my hands fall off and onto the ground, effectively attracting attention, avoiding having to touch him, and, bending down with my behind facing jungkook, an added bonus, teasing him.

jisung is quick to pick everything up and hand it to me, “i should get to class, nice to meet you.” i quickly tell him, turning around and walking towards my free period, which happens to be mrs. hot nerds room. jungkook is ogling me as i walk his way.

their conversation halts as i stand between them, “are you with me this period, erm…”

she looks at her clipboard of names for mine and i interject, “y/n, yes i am.”

she nods with a smile, “perfect you can take a seat-”

“actually mrs. soom, i came to take y/n as well. she failed her last quiz so she gets to spend every free period with me until she aces my next one.” jungkook smiles smugly at me, knowing i only did that on purpose and i may actually know math better than him.

she's shocked by his message, “oh well of course, y/n you really ought to be focusing more on your studies.”

i give her a half-asses bow, “yes of course, well i'll meet you in there mr. jeon.”

“nonsense i'll walk with you, make sure you don't skip out on it.”

i hum sarcastically as he escorts me away from my classroom. the bell rings and the hallways are quickly cleared, leaving only littered papers and gum wrappers on the floors.

we walk silently throughout the school, looking entirely normal, and i begin to run through every scenario in my head as to of what he could have in mind until he pulls me into a stairway, “why are we going downstairs? your classroom-”

“i know where my classroom is y/n.” he cuts me off rudely, not explaining further and dragging me down a set of stairs and into the basement level.

ive never actually been down here if not to fetch supplies for other teachers. there's classrooms on this floor but it's largely used by cleaning crew and summer school, which is why i'm unfamiliar with it.

he grabs my arm roughly and leads me to the front of a thick door, making quick use of his keys and locking it back after shoving me inside the room and turning the lights on to reveal a tiny workroom, only sporting a single, small desk and chair, an old copy machine, and some outdated books.

“don't you think it'll be suspicious-”

“nothings suspicious. it's true, you failed my last test. this floor is not off-limits to maths teachers as it's the only floor with math history textbooks, and the only floor without any functioning cameras. so if someone cares enough yes, they'll see me taking you down here. and if anyone asks, i was making you look for the seventh edition calculus textbook, and we couldn't find it, understood?”

i nod my head, “good story, b-but why did you actually take me down here? y-you said nothing was to happen during school hours-”

he leans into me, “yes, but i promised you something as soon as i saw you, and i'm delivering that.”

i scan back to two weeks ago, our phone call where he promised i could have him again as soon as possible if i recorded me touching myself and sent it to him.

i grin, “d-do you mean it?” hardly believing jungkook would be so nice to me, but his behavior entirely has changed since the hotel. i don't know what exactly sparked it, and it's subtle, but i know i am too afraid to ask.

he leans down and connects the tips of our noses, “whatever you'd like baby, a reward, for listening so well.” i close the gap between our lips and kiss him passionately, craving him always as soon as i part from him, he's like a scent constantly swirling around me, a song skipping permanently in my brain, every corner of my thoughts he consumes and it gets worse the closer he is to me.

so when he finally lets me be near him, to touch him, i feel as if ive completely lost myself.

his hands stray around my body, settling on unbuttoning the top part of my uniform and exposing my bra. he leaves my lips and leaves me panting, sprinkling slow kisses down my neck and chest until he mouths at my boobs, looking up at me, “you haven't told me what you want to do baby.” he lets a tongue slowly slip against my nipple and i whimper, “worship me, make me feel good, wanted.”

he smirks up at me, “you're precious.” he backs me up against the cold wall, beside the door, “wanna know another reason i took you down here?”

he continues to play with my chest, using his tongue, fingers, teeth, anything he pleases and i let him, playing with his hair as he goes. “yeah?”

he smiles, standing back up and hovering over me easily, his other hand ghosting over my crotch and running his digits along my slit, “so no one hears your loud mouth, you have no idea how terrible you are at being discreet.”

i giggle, “sorry, i just get so excited.”

he grins, “don't i know. you're so easy, you don't even know it.”

i hum, “isn't that why you like me?” his fingers continue to play with my clit through my panties, and the other with my nipple.

"your innocence is what first attracted me to you, but you're not so innocent anymore.”

i allow my quiet whimpers to slip past my lips and i frown at his words, “a-am i less attractive to you now that i'm not? i-i did it for you, i do everything for you-”

“quiet baby, i didn't say i didn't find you attractive.” he stalls me with a kiss and pulls my panties down as he works his mouth into mine before pulling away and instructing me to kick them off, “at first it was your innocence, but now it's the way you're completely infatuated with me.” i look at him confused and he continues, “is there anything you wouldn't do for me y/n? right off the top of your pretty head can you think of a single thing?”

i shake my head, “i-i just trust you, is all.”

he scoffs, “i don't know why, but that just makes you all the more sexy to me.”

i grin at his praise, “you should keep saying nice things about me. you've been so mean before.” i wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me with a pout, “you said it yourself right? i behave well.”

he connects our lips for a moment, “you're actually quite a brat, like that little tease show you put on in the hallway.”

i grin and chuckle a little at the thought, “i was so worried you'd be upset, b-but no one would have known why i did that, no one pays attention to me anyway-”

"that jock did. you mesmerized him.” im quick to shake my head, never having seen myself as the type of girl to incite that reaction out of men, “don't disagree, he was a bumbling mess watching you tongue that sucker. but he's gonna go home and wish it was his tiny cock on your tongue.”

i look him in the eyes determined, “i would never.”

he smirks, “you would if it was me.”

i nod, “of course.”

he lowers his eyes, “you astound me.”

i kiss and bite at his neck, “is that a good thing?”

he grins at my attempts, “of course baby.”

i come to a halt at his top, unable to kiss or touch any further with the fabric in my way. it dawns on me in that moment that jungkook and i have never actually been fully nude around each other. i place my hands along his shoulders and drape them down to his chest, “i-ive never seen you.”

he slowly takes my hands in his, “i know.” i look up at him, thinking for a moment before reaching for my top, unbuttoning it the rest of the way and letting it fall to the floor before reaching to undo my bra. i struggle with the clip and he laughs at me, “let me help you, turn around pretty.”

i do as told and face the wall, a blush forming on my cheeks as the fabric comes undone and i turn back around, letting it drop in front of his gaze.

he watches me with a familiar hunger, his hands not wasting for than mere seconds before groping my breasts and his mouth attaching to my neck, leaving me pressed against the wall again and gasping.

i feel something hard against my hips, rocking into me and recognizing it as his dick, and i busy myself with touching him best i can as he occupies himself.

“j-jungkook~” i whine, feeling impatient and wanting him inside of me already. i can feel my walls tightening in around nothing, aching for him only.

“what baby?” he growls in my ear and i moan as he nips at a particularly sensitive spot beside my throat.

“p-please, want you.”

he chuckles, “aren't you having fun now? you're so impatient.”

he rolls his hips against my palm, almost like he's fucking my hand, why do that when you could actually be having sex?

"jungkook please,” i grip and pull at his shirt, “n-need you now, it hurts.”

he steps back from me and smirks, unzipping his jeans and untucking his shirt before pulling it off of his body.

i ogle at his bare chest, mr. jeon occasionally wears shirts that he seems to have slightly outgrown, and is known to brag to his male students about how much weight he lifts, but i hardly payed attention to any of it until now. “wow.” i let myself touch him, almost unable to believe he's real, a built chest that slims down to a thin waist that accents his hips so well, and arms strong enough im certain he could throw me across the room if i begged enough. maybe one day i will.

“if you keep eye fucking me i won't have time to actually fuck you.” he teases.

i pout, “i asked you to be nice to me.”

he closes the gap between us and kisses my swollen lips, “i'm sorry baby,” i pull away from him and demand compliments.

he looks at me blankly and sighs, “im really holding myself back right now y/n,” he palms at his hard on through his boxers.

i shake my head, “cant fuck me until you tell me something nice. it's not that hard jungkook. you tell me i'm perfect all the time.”

he grins, “because you are perfect baby, you're so pretty,” he leans in closer, distracting me with his lips and the words slipping past them, “knew you were special when i first saw you, you always stood out to me,” he pulls his boxers down to his thighs as he speaks, “couldn't stop staring at your gorgeous legs, wanted to touch you so bad i couldn't stop myself, i was hoping one day i'd have any excuse to be alone with you.” i feel his hard tip against my heat, collecting my slickness and he drowns out my whimpers by shoving his tongue in my mouth.

before shoving inside of me he whispers, “the day you forgot your homework was the best day of my life. ive never been so excited, so captivated by someone.”

he angles his hips upwards and nudges my legs further apart so he can slide himself in. at the angle he can only he a little less than half, but it's perfect for now, still only the second time having something as large as him inside of me.

i wince in pain and to my surprise he doesn't ignore me, he uses shallow, slow thrusts to ease into me and plays with my clit until i'm completely relaxed and letting out quiet moans.

“see gorgeous? i care.”

i hum and smile, opening my eyes to view him, staring at me with an unreadable expression. i can tell he's holding himself back, “y-you can go harder, i can take it.”

he groans and laughs, “i'm fine, focused on you baby.”

“i-it's okay jungkook.” i insist, he's too smart and catches on.

with a scoff, “you think i'm not enjoying myself if i'm not being selfish?” i shake my head and he picks up his pace a little, “here's another lesson for you then baby.” he decided to be nice about it, i was expecting to be berated for underestimating him, “some people get off on pleasing others. like you.”

“like me?”

he grins, “yes baby. you like to satisfy me. don't care if you get anything of equal value from me.”

i hum in agreeance, “you teasing me is enough. j-just want to be good for you.”

i feel myself grow warmer and wetter between my thighs and jungkook grins and halts, grabbing the back of my thighs and picking me up and digging my back against the wall. “help me out will you baby?” he teases, looking downwards, needing me to direct his length into me. i do my best and he sinks right in, much deeper this time and i let out a moan that was loud enough for him to silence me.

he presses his lips against mine as he begins to thrust himself into me. his dick almost feels bigger than i remembered, or i'm just much more aware this time around of how he feels inside of me, stretching me deliciously and rubbing against my walls with an unmatched force, and his tip hitting something so sensitive it has my entire body reacting and moaning into his mouth.

he chuckles and mumbles a “found it.” before repeating this motion over and over again while i struggle to keep whatever composure i have left.

i can feel him staring at me smugly, his confidence peaking as he fucks into me in a rough rhythm that's perfectly abusing me.

he pulls away and tells me to cover my own mouth and i do, biting down on my lips and putting a hand over my mouth as the other grips his neck tightly, as if he'd drop me, he doesn't seem to be struggling an ounce.

“feels great doesn't it baby? you know what that is?” he says between groans, i shake my head and hardly manage to squeak out a no, my inability to speak only feeds his ego. “it's called your g-spot baby. can be hard to find, but it feels so fucking good doesn't it?”

i lazily shake my head, “so good jungkook.”

he smirks, “aren't you lucky im big enough to find yours? these little boys your age couldn't do this.”

“no one's like you jungkook.” i manage to say in a coherent sentence, whimpering at the end as he grazes it again.

“all about you right now baby.” he puts in extra effort to pick up his pace and fucks into me with admirable force and it's enough to have me coming abruptly around him without much warning.

he moans with me as i tighten around him, my back arches off the wall and my legs tighten around his slim waist, practically forcing him inside me, not that he fights me. he slows down to let me ride it out, keeping his word until the end and not focusing on himself at all. he didn't even do this when he took my virginity.

busy admiring his compassion he gently pulls out and murmurs to let go of him, holding me as he puts me down on my two feet again, “you good?” he asks and i nod, feeling very tingly but stable. he helps fix my hair as i button my shirt and fix my skirt.

he notices me looking for something and smiles, “stop looking for them.”

i glance up at him, “where are they? i kicked them off-”

“i have them.”

i pause, “well hand them over.”

he giggles like a teenager, “no.”

the softer, humorous side of him is a surprise to me. i suppose he, as every human, has that fun side, he's just never put his walls down enough for anyone here to see it yet, and i'm the first.

i grin before scoffing, “you can't just keep them! i-i’m messy i need them.”

he shrugs, “they're a reward for me. a reminder of a job well done.” he smugly grins in my face.

i frown, “whatever. i'll get them back.”

he hums, “okay.” and begins redressing himself, much to my confusion.

“what are you doing?”

he stops and looks at me, “getting… dressed?”

“you didn't finish, you can't go out there with a, erm.” i point at his crotch and he chuckles.

“a boner, a hard on, an erection.” he sings, teasing me for my lack of experience.

“y-yeah that.”

he shakes his head, “guys hide this stuff all the time, don't worry about it.”

“hide it all the time?”

he nods, “yeah, guys can get random ones every once in a while, or something little does it, or they get in their heads and it happens.”

“how do you hide it? wouldn't it be obvious?”

he grins, “strategies vary, tuck it in your waist band if you can, luckily i can,” he says with a smug smirk, im not entirely sure what he means but i continue listening, “or just cover it and pray it goes away.”

he grabs his jeans and i tug on his wrist, preventing him from further dressing himself, “please, i want to.” i pout. “you said anything i wanted.”

he sighs and checks his watch, then looks back at me, “you really want to?”

i nod eagerly, dropping to my knees in front of him like last time. he exhales heavily and looks down at me, “fuck i can't say no to you.”

i grab onto his length and smile, “help me be quick?” i ask, willing to do anything he asks so he can finish and we don't run out of time.

i grip him move my hand from the base up, using my tongue to lick at his head.

he cusses at the sight, “fuck, don't you worry, i won't last long.”

“is that a good thing?” i ask innocently, beaming up at him and he drinks in the way i look at him, so pure despite taking his length as far as i can into my mouth without hurting myself.

he kicks his head back and moans, his hand hitting the back of my head and gently moving me how he wants. “good thing right now, yes.”

i hum against his crotch and he responds with a gentle thrust into my mouth, startling me enough for my throat to close around him and pulling away coughing.

“fuck, sorry, you alright?”

i take a few breaths and go back in, looking up at him with tears brimming in my eyes and he groans before warning me, “fuck im close.” he exhales, “you wanna try swallowing it baby?”

i pull away from him and stroke him instead, “what?”

he whimpers, composing himself, “shit, stick your tongue out baby.” he moves my hand off of him and begins stroking himself. i stare at him in awe, never having seen this before. is this what he looked like over the phone? god i can only imagine. every muscle in him strains as he works himself onto my tongue and i taste a warm, almost salty, thick liquid on my tongue as he groans and cusses.

he finishes and takes a step back, admiring me as i sit on the floor with my mouth wide open for him. he chuckles out of breath, “you can close your mouth baby, if you don't want to swallow it i'll grab a tissue.”

i warily close my mouth and slightly wince as it goes down. i open my eyes and he stares at me with one eyebrow cocked up, “did you do it?” he says almost in disbelief.

i open my mouth to prove to him nothing was there anymore and he grins, “shouldn't have doubted you, my perfect girl.”

i grin widely as he helps me back up, quickly redressing himself as close to how he was before. he sighs and looks around, “okay…” before grabbing the first calculus book he can find and handing it to me. “seems like we had to settle on this one.”

i laugh and nod, “okay.”

he puts his hand on the small of my back and unlocks the door, leading us out and towards the stairwell again before putting some distance between us.

“i'll meet you in my room, go ahead and sit in your seat and work on your packet.”

“but where-”

“i'll be there in a minute, go, class ends in less than a minute.”

i pout and he gives me a stern look, guess he is a teacher after all.

“okay.” i mumble and toddle towards his room, taking my seat in the second row beside the window and dragging my books out and onto my desk.

he was right, the bell rings and soon enough students start to pour in, all talking amongst themselves before class starts.

i turn to my desk mate, “did you see where mr. jeon was?”

she scowls then widens her eyes, “oh! i saw him talking to mrs. soom by the vending machine.” i frown and tell her thanks.

moments later he walks in and makes casual remarks to some of the students before meandering over towards my desk, noting my angry disposition as i avoid looking at him.

he continues to grin and make his way around the room. just when i think he's merely going to pass by me he bends down to my bag, “ah y/n,” he speaks, picking up a water bottle from the ground and placing it in my desk, “sorry, i knocked your water over.”

he grins, his hand lingering on the object.

i examine it, i clearly didn't have a water, and it's still cold and unopened, did he pretend to do all of that just to give me water?

i decide his act is enough to explain what he was doing before class, that desperate mrs. soom probably ambushed him when he was busy getting water for me.

i smile and open it, “it's okay, thank you mr. jeon.”

wait no longer, if i had to guess i will wrap this series up with 5-7 parts total ... the end is near !! as always thank u for reading and i hope u have a good day <3 - ara :)

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enigmaticdiary · 2 months

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and so i have been thinking thoughts...

elicited from the new trailer. copy and pasted from my discord cause i do all my thinkin there n_n;;

claudia + louis

when i think back to the book and the movie claudia was obviously an extremely important turning point in louis' life but it never felt like she was... the center of it you know? despite the fact that she was that glue that kept louis tethered to anything human in him.

but the book felt like he was just telling his story to be a. Sad pathetic man thing for the sake of it. cause he had no purpose to exist alone. to exist without claudia or lestat (or armand but their dynamic is. different and dicier) but after claudia is killed something about her presence and the years she spent with louis while alive felt... shrugged off in a way? and its likely because she didn't really have much of an identity outside of him and lestat which is understandable because she was significantly more vulnerable in the book than in the show, so she lacked that autonomy to have that choice to exist outside of them.

and when madeleine was brought into the picture for her to get that autonomy it was unfortunately already too late...

~~[mild separation of thoughts because i left to take a shower]~~

theres a few things i want to mention. just thoughts in my head. claudia dies fighting HARD for her autonomy as a person and a vampire. in comparison to louis who in all honesty has (DEBATABLY) lived without a shred of having his own autonomy. with lestat, lestats love (as claudia very smartly puts it) keeps him in a box. louis is financially dependent on him as a black man in the jim crow era once he loses the azalea, hes cut off from his family, he has NO ONE.

the brief time of just him and claudia is a good moment in time for both of them , trying to discover vampiric history together(tho in the show it looks like before they get to paris its gonna be absolute dogshit in comparison to the book), but in louis' case i feel like its guided by guilt and some form of obligation, because if he didnt go with claudia–who was already set to do this traveling alone before lestat dragged her back–where WOULD he have gone? stayed in new orleans with lestat in the dump just waiting to crawl out? i think he would sooner kill himself if he was left alone like that.

with armand…………… loumand is definitely better than loustat in extremely complex ways that i cant put into words right now but simultaneously even worse because of HOW armand preys on louis. there is absolutely love between them and i wont deny it but armand is so INSANELY dependent on the love of others to give meaning to his existence that he leverages louis' weaknesses and frailities to ensure that they will spend an eternity together. like he was plotting from the second he met louis and claudia. he kills claudia and madeleine, which then makes louis kill all the other vampires of the coven, so that there is no one left, NO ONE for louis to be able to turn to for solace.

i think that him remembering what actually happened to him up until the present is so important to him because he'll finally be able to realize that he hasnt been allowed to properly exist for himself the entire duration of him being a vampire. and maybe he can decide what he wants to do, for himself.

devil's minion... (in the present)

[these thoughts are referring to a tweet that wonders if armand is going to end up alone in the end. note: i am not versed in devil's minion lore. i'm getting there but as of this post i have not reached it]

saw this [the tweet] and audibly exclaimed GOOD

i love armand but the guy is genuinely evil and has wronged every single character hes come across including lestat which i find is hard to do

I know ppl are excited for armandaniel and devils minion but Im not..going to lie ive been REALLY skeptical of it and how it would be explored in the context of the show without severely wronging louis and doing him EXTREMELY dirty.

people are allowed to like it in the bubble of the books but theres a really big shift in dynamic for the show in the fact that ... armand has definitely done... Something to daniel and louis, of what i cant say. but with the way that things are going, an ending in which daniel sides with armand after finding out exactly what armand did to louis and claudia in paris does NOT sit well with me?

and i love loumand but I am so uneasy about the inevitable breakup in regards to whats gonna happen AFTER it. I feel like daniel now is wise enough to not chase after a guy who is diabolically selfish and broken and leave louis behind to live out the vampire fantasy dreams of his youth. and in the trailer too im getting. Loudaniel vibes in terms of reconciling their past with the previous interview. And Heres my theory for Devils minion BUT ITS LOUDANIEL INSTEAD OF ARMANDANIEL (1/689)

#iwtv show #iwtv book #I usually post stuff under the impression that no one is going to gaf about anything i say but if you do I demand that you be nice to me

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kingcunny · 7 months

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What's your opinion on Viserys and Otto after the Episode 4 confrontation? There's such a difference between what Viserys says and implies to his face and what he says to Rhaenyra.

When Otto makes his report to Viserys, he immediately clocks what Otto is trying to do. (And makes a clear distinction between Aegon as Otto's blood and Rhaenyra as "mine own." OOP.) And then as he's scolding Rhaenyra, he acts entirely oblivious. "What vulture?" Is he putting on act for Rhaenyra? To counter her trying to put blame on someone other than herself? Is it more conflict avoidance?

And THEN he fires Otto, and he's like, "I think you killed my dad. Or at least you were gleeful at the opportunity his death provided you." There's some deep suspicion and resentment going back yearsss in that conversation that had nothing to do with why Rhaenyra wanted him gone.

oh my god viserys accusing otto of killing his dad makes me INSANE. cause no one wouldve told him that? the fact that we never hear daemon or any other character accuse otto of the same thing means this is a theory viserys came up with on his own, and has been just quietly holding onto all these years. and that theory sounds like the paranoid jealous ramblings of a kid on some “youre not my REAL dad” type shit. like Obviously the man who came in to take his fathers place MUST have killed him to steal his position and power. but viserys was like 24 at the time.

about viserys theory, i believe the unknown is the scariest thing of all. humans have a need to try and make sense of the unsensable. i think viserys theory about baelons death comes from that same place. viserys not understanding how his father could go from “a hale and healthy warrior and dragonrider at the peak of his ability” to so feverish and racked with pain that he cant even get out of bed and finally dying, all in the span of 5 days, is terrifying. he doesnt know what an appendix is, a ‘burst belly’ doesnt mean anything to him (just like his own illness, appendicitis would be both undiagnosable and untreatable in their time) . but poison? treachery? thats simple. thats understandable. he can point at someone and its *their fault* his father is dead.

this doesnt take away from anything ive said about viserys and otto before either. even with the belief that otto mightve killed his dad, what other father figure does he have? baelon is dead, aemon is dead, vaegon doesnt want anything to do with him. jaehaerys is so ill at this point hes calling viserys by the wrong name half the time. otto is the only one he has to cling too, to seek that parental affection and approval from. and after seeing how he takes care of jaehaerys during his final years, and prepares himself for being king, viserys starts to put his resentment on the back burner. otto is just a faithful and loyal servant, he has to be. jaehaerys trusted him after all. viserys was just blinded by grief.

when otto comes to viserys to report what rhaenyra is doing the first thing viserys does is almost engage in a strange game of chicken? like he refuses to accept ottos implications of what rhaenyra and daemon were doing, makes him "speak it, plainly" almost either *daring* him to say it or maybe giving him a chance to back down. and i think this is a part of his conflict aversion, if he can pretend its not real then it isnt. but otto doesnt back down, even when viserys tries to offer the out of "youve been lied too", either because he *is* trying to ruin rhaenyras reputation or because he believes viserys should know the truth. (theres that scene right before this were otto looks very upset. either debating whether or not he should tell viserys or trying to mentally prepare himself for what he knows will be a very difficult conversation? considering ottos conversation with his brother in ep 3, im leaning toward the latter, hes just been given a very real reason to discredit rhaenyra. aside- i would KILL for the rest of the hotd script to be released) its the confirmation that his daughter and brother have betrayed his love and confidence, and ottos refusal to let viserys remain delusional, to speak it into being almost, that upsets him so much. because now he *has* to accept that this is the truth, to deal with each of them, and the knowledge that Someone Else Knows. (both otto AND alicent now) and im wondering if the distinction between "your blood" and "mine own" isnt a freudian slip at this moment, both revealing that he does not view alicents and his children as 'his' and a resurfacing of those old paranoias about ottos ambitions with the new knowledge that otto has been spying on his daughter.

speaking of daemon actually, something interesting when viserys confronts him, he doesnt directly accuse him either. ("my daughter. wont you even deny it?") he tries to offer daemon an out too, for him to offer up some other explanation for what happened last night. but daemon is all too happy to take credit for taking his nieces virginity.

so when viserys finally confronts rhaenyra about it, he doesnt ask her what happened. just implies that he knows. where she challenges him that he hasnt asked her the truth of it, and he replies it doesnt matter what the truth is, only perception, HIS perception. it doesnt matter what really happened now, just what *he* believes is/isnt true. and both otto and daemon have forced him to accept that the truth is that rhaenyra slept with daemon. but he still doesnt directly accuse rhaenyra of this, because even though hes been forced to accept it, hes moved on to the 'covering it up' phase. if he can pretend it didnt happen, then it didnt. daemon is gone, rhaenyra will be married, it didnt happen and even if it did it wont happen again.

i think when rhaenyra calls otto a vulture it takes him aback a bit. cause how many times in those early days, when viserys believed otto was responsible for his fathers death, or at the very least jumped at the opportunity his death provided him, must viserys have thought of otto in the same way? i think he is feigning ignorance here, for two reasons. the first as a way to shift the blame, but not rhaenyras- his own. his own guilt of letting a man who he does not trust to become so close to him. to have allowed himself to become so reliant on someone who does not have his familys best interests at heart. the fact that otto is using him for his own gain, and viserys even suspected him of this and yet let it happen anyway. the second as a similar sort of game he was playing with otto, to see if rhaenyra will confirm his suspicions about otto. to make her 'speak it into being' so to speak. unlike otto however, rhaenyra does not hesitate to accuse him.

and thats why when viserys fires otto, he does not bring up rhaenyra, but instead the thing that originally made him suspicious of otto - his fathers death.

#i did NOT mean to write this much #turns out i had more to say about this than i thought #viserys i targaryen #otto hightower #asoiaf #hotd #asks #my posts

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