#the triangle choke is so weird
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(likely a modern AU so the timeline fits)
Eddie feels so very, very torn about the Hobbit movies. He loves the music and hums "the Misty Mountains Cold" before he can catch himself, but he not very silently screams about all the crap that was added for no reason and, the bad CGI? A travesty, your honor! He glares at the screen when Legolas appears and utters "where the fuck did you come from?", he loves the casting choice for Bilbo but absolutely roasts the idiotic way that the screenwriters butchered Bilbo's relationship with the dwarves and the way it evolved.
But the thing he never forgives those movies for is that unbelievably idiotic love triangle and the way it made others tear up when Eddie's soul temporarily left his body to punch Peter Jackson. Because it DOES. NOT. MAKE. SENSE. There was no development. The flirting was bad, trust him, he knows what good flirting looks like and this ain't it. Eddie hates it with passion, especially the scene that overshadows the incredibly powerful one with Thorin's death. He is PISSED. The scene is so so SO lazy and Thrandúil did not deserve this disrespect. Shit, even the weird added ginger elf Tauriel did not deserve it. Yes, we're talking this scene:
Eddie mocks the shit out of this. He gobbles up all the memes and there is a 50/50 chance in the months after he saw the fateful scene that his contempt for it would bubble up.
"Hey Eddie," asks Steve whe he sees Eddie between moving boxes when they finally find an apartment together . "Why aren't you packing?"
And Eddie, instead of saying "I'm taking a break," clutches his chest and chokes out, "because it was real, Steve!"
When Eddie goes to buy groceries and Steve unpacks them, he notices that Eddie bought two bags of potatoes instead of one. "Why did you get two?" he asks.
Eddie rummages through his pockets and produces the receipt. "Because the discount was real!" he says with a mock sob and points at the potatoes being 30% off.
And Steve is a patient man, he really is, but when Eddie tells him that the claws were real as a response to his question why is Eddie all scratched from their cat and refuses to elaborate, he threatens that if it doesn't stop being real, he's going to get a set of the Hobbit movie posters for his side of the bedroom and proudly display them.
Eddie bitches, moans, threatens, but eventually he moves past the idiotic love triangle.
When they lie together, falling asleep, Eddie mutters into Steve's neck "I can't believe that stupid threat worked on me. Why would you even thing about something like that?"
Steve turns to him with a deadpan expression and says:
"Because it was real."
#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddie#steddie drabble#stranger things drabble#steddie watches hobbit#one half of steddie hates certain parts of hobbit
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hell is empty - JJK, KTH
↳ PART 09 of hell is empty
life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.
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pairing — drvg lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader
genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut, love triangle au
word count — 11.1K
play — softcore by the neighbourhood
warnings/tags — single parent!reader, dad!JK, ex-boyfriend!JK, CEO!taehyung, pharmacy tech!reader, strong language, mentions of alcohol, one attempted kiss, lots of tears, oc & junho’s first ‘fight,’ subtle mention of gvns + vi0lence, jk is still MIA, oc + tae finally opening up 🥹, mentions of an off-screen talk about contraception, mentions of death, explicit smut — dom!tae, dirty talk, praise kink, biting/scratching, hickies, oc being bratty 😳, rough sex, hair pulling, pussy slapping, edging, spanking, choking, mouth stuffing, katoptronophilia (found the name for oc’s mirror kink? heh), foot play, toe sucking, brief foot job, [if you find foot play weird ~ the paragraphs are bolded if you want to skip it], impreg kink 🫣, oral (f), fingering, tae’s stubble sjklskdf, unprotected sex, slight overstimulation, creampie, multiple orgasms
note: okay, i decided to split this part into two once again since again, it’s a lot to take in and i don’t want to bombard you guys 😀 since i know it’s painful at times 😔 so this is part 09.1 !!
The beer grows warm in your hands, squeezed between your palms as you eye the man seated on your couch.
“Why are you standing way over there?” Seojoon chuckles, ankle propped on his knee as he snuggles into your couch, waving you over. “What’s new? It’s been a while since we talked.”
Sluggishly, you shuffle over to him and sit at the edge of the couch cushion, taking the tiniest sip from your beer before turning to him, forcing a smile onto your lips.
“Yeah…it’s been a while.”
You meet his gaze, hazy eyes locked with yours as you scan his face. This is the same Seojoon you spent late nights with, staying up to just talk about life and anything else that would pop up in conversation. The same Seojoon you trusted to take care of your son whenever you were at work or had other important matters to deal with. The same Seojoon who was there with one shout from you to deal with the bat that had gotten into your room or a clogged pipe. The same Seojoon.
But why does it feel…different now? Why do you feel so uncomfortable? His presence – so unnerving. And you feel guilty for it. To avoid him when he’s done nothing wrong except be a little too touchy with you recently.
That’s how some men are, you muse.
You show them some teeth and they think you’re down for whatever.
Perhaps you didn’t notice it before, you just don’t know why he’s giving you the creeps lately. Even before he started getting handsy with you.
“Ever since that fucker came to town you forgot all about me,” he sniggers, taking a swig from his can to then throw his arm over the backrest of the couch, fingers an inch away from your neck. There’s nothing you can say to that, because you have…Since Jungkook is around to take care of Junho and you learned to deal with clogged pipes and bats yourself. It just happened to be around the same time that Jungkook returned.
You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off, his words tapering into a croaky chuckle.
“Seems like you’re done using me.”
“No, that’s not it.”
He drags his tongue between his teeth, shaking his head twice, “nah I’m sure that’s what it is.”
Out of reflex, your hand flies to his knee to stress your point. Snapping away when his gaze falls to the point of contact. You press your hand to your own knee know, cursing yourself.
“We weren’t using you Seojoon, Junho does ask for you sometimes. It’s just that he’s been so…occupied with his dad these days. He’s hardly home if I’m being honest.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t blame the kid,” he mutters, speaking into his can, “asshole left and came back and bribed him with money and toys. Of course he would want to spend time with him.”
You raise an eyebrow, suspicions spiking.
“What do you mean?”
He turns to you, noticing your wary expression because a short laugh bursts out of him, one that has you scooting an inch away from him.
“I saw the Urus parked in the garage,” he nods, jutting his thumb behind him which is far from the direction of the garage, “figured his father got it for him since it’s Smiley’s favorite car.”
You’re silent, scanning his sheepish demeanor as his eyes shift around the room before they fall on you, a smirk tugging at his lips as he runs a hand through his curly hair.
“What about you?”
Your mouth twitches, “what about me?”
“Did he buy you anything?”
“Apart from the fact that I have to drive Junho around in the Urus, no, he didn’t.”
He nods, jutting out his bottom lip before he jumps a little closer, fist pressed to his temple as he slurps up the dregs of his beer, “and money?”
You regret ever confiding in him.
“What money?”
“You know,” he laughs, knee brushing yours lightly as he sets down the beer can to reach for another, “the money he’s been sending you every month?”
You suddenly feel the need to lie, “still the same.”
“Damn, so he gives Junho all that money and still managed to buy him a Urus and all these fucking expensive toys?”
If your suspicions had a radar – it would be beeping like crazy.
Junho is a neat boy lately. He packs all his toys and cars away after he’s done with them, and he knows not to leave them out in the lounge or kitchen or laying in the hallway. So, how does Seojoon know about the toys?
“And you still don’t spend the money?”
You rub your forehead, defences shooting up, “no.”
“So you’re still saving it like you said?”
“Why are you so interested in the money?”
His eyebrows shoot up, a flash of an emotion you’ve never seen before passes his features which has you wondering if you’ve made a mistake. But the nervous chuckle he lets out after has your hackles rising.
“I’m just asking, you’re not curious? Where does he get all that money from?”
And then it hits you.
So hard you feel yourself standing up but you’re not. You’re still sat next to him, blinking stupidly.
He’s after the money he knows you’re saving for Junho when he’s old enough to make decisions for himself and figure out what to do with the money his father left for him.
“Seojoon you—”
“So, you don’t miss me?”
Your feel your facial muscles tense, “what?”
“You know—” he laughs, his arm suddenly around your shoulder “—how things used to be with us?”
You shrug off his hand, making a move to stand from the couch but he’s got your wrist in his grip, light but terrifying.
“You’re gonna choose to run away instead of answer my question?” He speaks sharply, the smile he has on a juxtaposition of the domineering tone in his voice. “I know you miss me.”
When you speak, that’s when you feel your heartbeat pulsing in your throat, twisting your arm to break free from his hold. You laugh, masking your fear, showing him that you’re completely unaffected by him and his firm hold your hand.
“What do you mean?” You chuckle lightly, using your other hand to peel his fingers off and rise from the couch, pacing over to the door.
You’re turned to the door when you feel his breath hit the back of your neck, spinning around abruptly to find him so close, your chests nearly touching before you take a few steps away. Heart sinking to the pit of your stomach when the ice-cold door presses into your back. His eyes are glazed over, head cocking to the side menacingly.
“You know what I mean. Do you miss spending time with me?”
“Seojoon,” you chuckle, pushing him away lightly but he’s glued to the spot, Chest rock hard against your touch, “what are you talking about?”
“Just answer the question,” he states plainly, voice dropping to a whisper.
You look up at him, chin quivering slightly, “what are y—”
“I bet that bastard bought you off too am I right? You fell for his tricks and now you won’t admit your feelings for me.”
“What the fu—Seojoon what feelings? You’re my friend.”
His eye twitches, snarling through his words as he presses a hand to the door, towering over you.
“Stop lying,” he growls, the sounds paired with that blank look in his eyes sends a chill down your spine.
“I’m not lying, we’re friends, right?”
“No,” he exclaims, banging a fist into the door, “we’re not friends! Friends don’t do the things we did!”
You click your tongue, still believing that he’s playing some stupid prank on you.
“Seojoon, stop it now.”
“Stop what? Loving you?!”
You can’t help the laugh that bursts out of you, you’re aware that he’s being serious, but that seems like your only response in this situation. But the smile gets wiped off your face when he wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you close, his chest now flush against yours.
“Seojoon—” you beat your fists against his chest, that tiny voice inside your head telling you to remain calm getting smaller and smaller “—let me go.”
“NO! All those nights I spent watching you fall asleep, you would cuddle closer to me! All that was gone when that asshole came back! I saw you with him and that other snob. They can’t love you like I can.”
“What the fuck Seojoon?!”
He continues to spew a whole load of bullshit, while you’re beating at his chest and kicking his shin, but he refuses to let go.
“Listen to me, please! I saw you at the Junho’s party! You weren’t happy! You’re never happy around them,” he rambles, head dipping down while you’re shoving at his face, “I can keep you happy.”
Your eyes widen in horror when he grabs the back of your head and lowers his with his lips puckered. Pinning your hands to the door. Turning your head to the side, you spot your car keys in the bowl kept to the right of the door and reach for it, rearing your hand back and driving it into his side which has him stumbling away, clutching his side in pain.
You grab his collar and yank open the door, tossing him out in one swift movement, “you piece of shit!” He reaches out for you, but you jerk your knee upward, hitting his chin harshly. A loud crack resounding in the hall.
”Leave me the fuck alone or I’m calling the police!”
Without a single look at his face, you slam the door and fling the car keys across the room, gaze shifting around the small space of your apartment as your heart beats a rapid rhythm. You lock the door and push the heavy armchair across the front of the hall, setting it against the door. Rushing down the hallway, you stand outside Junho’s room, lingering in the doorway as you peek inside. Finding it empty.
Of course, you know he’s not here. He’s with Yoongi and Yuri. Why are you looking for him when you know he’s not here?
You jog to the lounge again, pausing when you see the beer cans. Like an arrow through your chest, what happened a few moments ago comes to the forefront of your mind. A stream of tears pouring down your cheeks as you pick them up one by one and throw them into the trash can.
With a pained groan, you flop down onto your bed after locking the door, chest aching as you press your fist to your forehead, wondering how you could let that happen. His shut eyes, crusty lips, filthy hands on your skin sits like a stain in your memory, playing like a broken record in your head and no matter how hard you rub your eyes – it just wouldn’t go away.
Worst of all, you trusted that man. And he turned out to be this psycho who watches your every move and knows exactly what’s happening in your life without your knowledge. Innocently, you would spend your free time with him watching movies and all along he had different intentions. You can’t help but feel like you fed his desire, you’re to blame for trusting a complete stranger and spilling everything.
A sob wracks your chest, a vision of what could’ve happened distorting your head.
Hugging your knees to your chest, you think of Junho, and what would’ve happened if he were here. Thank God he wasn’t here.
If Seojoon didn’t show up you would’ve been showered and in bed, now you can’t move, sitting in one spot as your apartment grows cold and dull.
You’re searching for your phone, spotting it on the side table before bringing it up to your face with shaky hands, fingers scrolling up and down through your contact list. Fear still fresh and coursing through your veins. It’s almost midnight. Everyone would be asleep.
The silence in your home is deafening, and you feel utterly and nauseatingly alone.
Heart refusing to slow down, rocking back and forth, you wait for him to answer, staring at the orange beam of light filtering in through a crack in your curtains, hyperaware that Seojoon is just out the door. You could call security on him at any moment, but you can’t bring yourself to. And you can take care of yourself. All you need to do is hear—
“He-llo?”
You chew on your nails, sitting up straight as you clear your throat, “hello…”
His voice is thick with sleep, low and raspy, and you can imagine the sleepy pout he’s doing as he speaks.
“It’s past 12, what’s wrong?”
You inhale a shuddering breath, vision getting blurred by tears all over again. You take a moment to think over it again, it doesn’t seem all that bad – you got out of it before it could escalate. So why do you feel so fucking broken?
“I-I know—” your voice cracks, refusing to let you speak before you take a few deep inhales again, focusing on the chipped corner of your coffee table.
“___? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing I…”
“I’m coming over right now. It’s only a two-hour flight.”
“No,” you protest, leaning to the side to rest your head on your arm, “no don’t come. I’m okay.”
“You don’t sound okay, love.”
“I just…”
“Nightmares again?”
Smiling through your tears, you press your lips together, nodding despite him not being able to see you.
“Is Smiley staying over at Yoongi’s again?”
You nod again, pressing a hand to your forehead, “yeah.”
Shuffling from the other end of the line filters through the speaker, his voice much clearer now, yet still laced with sleep.
“I can come over, it’s not a problem.”
“No, I’m okay.”
He exhales a deep sigh, whispering, “are you in bed?”
“Yeah,” you quake, resting on the couch now, facing the doorway.
“This…This might be stupid, but I can sing for you?”
You smile to yourself, hand resting on your belly as you stare at the ceiling.
“Really?”
“I’m not that good or anything but I can for you, if that would help your nightmares.”
The last time someone sang you to sleep was when you were five years old, and your mother would lay by your side humming a soporific tune. You sing the same for Junho, and it works wonders whenever he deals with his own nightmares.
“Okay.”
You can hear the smile in his voice, “don’t laugh at me.”
Giggling, you rest the phone on the side, next to your ear, waiting for him to begin.
“I won’t”
“It’s sort of a Christmas song…”
“That’s perfect.”
He clears his throat again, exaggerating the sound a bit before he begins. Taking your breath away with his honey voice.
“Hey snow
It’s coming today
What should I prepare?
I’m ready to greet you, okay
Grey is falling on the canvas
You can just cover it white—
Are you awake?”
“Your voice is…” You chuckle giddily, heart slowing to a steady beat, “wow. You really are perfect.”
“Thank you but you shouldn’t be talking, you should be sleeping.”
You roll your eyes, “you asked if I’m awake!”
“I was just checking!”
“Hmm,” you snort, bringing your pillow up to your chest to cuddle, “continue.”
“I’ll give you the world
In this cold season
You are my special event
Your warmth will melt
My blue and grey away.”
“Such a sweet song.”
“Not sweet enough if you’re still up.”
You yawn, eyes slipping shut as you envision him next you, curled up behind you on your bed while you’re drifting off to sleep, fast asleep knowing Junho is safe and sound and probably on his third dream for the night.
“When the world is full of white flowers
May out times be more special
When time is standing still
May these flowers fall on your sad smile.”
Sleep washes over you with his gentle words weaving into your mind, turning over to your left side as you peek at the door for a second then close your eyes again, so drowsy with his soothing melody.
“Good night love.”
You’re mumbling, phone slipping from your hand as you hear yourself say:
“Good night, Tae.”
“WHAT THE FUCK? WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL THE POLICE?”
You hold up your hands placatingly, tugging Yuri’s arm so she’ll return to her seat and calm down a tad. Peeking over her shoulder, you watch Yoongi from the lounge, seeing him stand behind Junho as they continue mix something in a large bowl.
“Weren’t you scared? And you stayed there all day? Fuck no. You’re moving in with me and Yoongi till you find a new apartment. I can’t fucking believe him! What the fuck?! AND HE KNEW ABOUT THE PARTY AND THE CAR AND THE MONEY.”
“Well, technically,” you sigh, intertwining your fingers with hers, “I told him about the money a while ago. And no no—”
She throws you an exhausted look, a mix of disapproval and disgust written across her face.
“You wanted me to get with him!”
“That was before I knew he was psycho!”
“Me too!”
She scratches her head, waving your joined hands around.
“But to tell him about the money…”
“I know and I honestly thought he was after that.”
She scoffs, “anyone with a fully functioning mind knew what he was after, I’m just…shocked, you know? He seemed so nice every time I saw him, and he was so good with Smiley.”
You exhale a burdened sigh, staring at nothing in particular, “looks can be deceiving.”
“Still waters run deep.”
Silence falls over you, the sound of Junho and Yoongi’s giggles echoing in their capacious home. Seojoon’s blank look replays in your mind, a chill runs down your spine when you think of how he cornered you. Refused to let you go. Yuri narrows her eyes at you, cogs turning behind her brown eyes.
“So when are you moving in?”
“What?” You laugh, swatting her arm, “we’re not.”
“Well, I’m gonna tell Yoongi whether you like it or not and you know what he’s gonna do.”
“Tell Jungkook and I can’t have that!”
Her eyebrow jumps, “why not?”
“Because…”
“Because…he’ll…break Seojoon’s legs and hand it to you?”
You gasp, “we—”
“Taehyung would do the same by the way. I’m one hundred percent sure. Should I refresh your memory and remind you? That night in the club?”
Your eyes widen, “oh God no. He’ll beat Seojoon to a pulp. Did you see their size difference?”
She juts out her lip, leaning back on the couch, “he’ll deserve it.”
“I just don’t want to cause any more issues, as it is Junho has been asking a LOT of questions lately.”
“Oh,” she chuckles, crossed legs brushing yours, “tell me about it.” She twists in the couch, ensuring that Yoongi is far away before dipping closer to you, hand cupped around the side of her mouth. “The other night he asked Yoongi why you and Jungkook can’t be together like us.”
Even if you laugh, your heart chips a bit to hear that.
“He also asked when I’m gonna have my own child,” she rolls her eyes, smile fading ever so slightly.
“Ugh, Junho. Hey—” you wiggle her knee around, voice lowering to a whisper “—how’s that going? Yoongi said I should talk to you…something like that.”
She dismisses you with a wave of her hand, fixing her t-shirt as she rises from the couch, but you yank her back down.
“Tell me!”
“No,” she grins, “it’s nothing. You know Yoongi overthinks everything.”
“Yeah, but everything is good, right?”
Her smile turns solemn, “I have an appointment with the gynae next weekend.”
“Alright, well you let me know how it goes.”
“WE’RE READY!”
Junho skips to the lounge holding a big silver dish while Yoongi follows carrying smaller bowls, setting it on the table then gesturing for you to join them. You peek into the bigger dish, running your fingers through Junho’s hair.
“You guys made hwachae!”
“Perfect for this weather,” Yoongi winks at Junho, busy scooping out some of the watermelon punch to then hand to Yuri who takes the seat next to him.
“It’s been so rainy these past few days,” you comment, sitting down next to Junho as you fill up his bowl. “Nice to have the sun out.”
Yuri hums, mouth stuffed, “I love the rain. This is so good! Thanks baby and baby—” She pinches Junho’s cheek who pouts, fist held out.
“I’m not a baby anymore!”
Yuri’s mouth hangs open, “yeah well you’re still a baby to me, okay?”
Pulling Junho’s chair closer to you, you nuzzle into his neck, “we know you’re not a baby but you’re still our baby, hm?”
His big eyes soften, dimple denting his cheek as he smiles.
The only sounds that can be heard is soft slurping and munching, enjoying the sweet juices while you’re itching to ask that one question. One that’s been nagging you ever since you arrived at Yoongi’s house.
“Ah—” Juice spills down Junho’s chin, and he panics, gesturing to the mess.
Yoongi hands Yuri a tissue, and she gets to cleaning up Junho’s neck and chin, patting his chest for good measure.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome baby.”
“Have you heard from Jungkook?”
Their heads snap in your direction, including Junho, who then looks at Yoongi, waiting for an answer.
Yoongi seems a bit stunned by the question, before his face relaxes to its usual expression, setting down his spoon.
“I spoke to him this morning.”
“And?”
His eyebrows furrow, “he’s…okay. Why do you ask?”
Your spoon clinks against the sides of your now empty bowl, fist tucked under your cheek.
“I’ve been trying to call him. But he wasn’t picking up. Voicemail.”
You’re avoiding Yuri’s inquisitive stare, knowing that she’s going to nail you for being so curious about Jungkook.
“I’ll let him know you tried calling.”
“No,” you blurt, fixated on the small chunk of ice slowly melting away in your bowl, “it’s okay. I was just wondering.”
Yoongi hums, tongue poking at his cheek.
“Smiley,” he calls, jerking his head in the direction of the kitchen, “let’s clean up.”
They clear the table, while you’re watching in awe as Junho takes each of your bowls and stacks them into each other. He’s not like this at home.
“We’re making dinner tonight,” Yoongi announces, holding Junho’s hand in his as they pad over to the lounge, “gonna chill in the meantime.”
“Hey, Yoongs,” Yuri shouts, earning a slow ‘yeah’ from her husband, “can you come over here for a sec?”
Once he’s back in the dining room, without Junho this time, Yuri passes you a quick look, one you recognize. But it’s too late since Yoongi is already here.
“We need to talk to you about something.”
He pulls out the chair Junho occupied earlier, sitting between the two of you, “what?”
She cocks a brow, gesturing to Yoongi with her chin while Yoongi looks at you perplexed.
“What are you two up to?”
“Nothing,” Yuri sighs deeply, “you remember Seojoon, the guy that moved in next to ___ after we got married?”
He thinks for a bit, small eyes narrowed, “y…es. Tech dude?”
“Yeah, last night he—”
“Lat night—“ you begin carefully, knowing that it’s best if you tell the story instead of Yuri given how she reacted earlier “—last night he came over.”
You keep your gaze on the charcoal grey tablecloth, drawing invisible patterns as you continue with a quickening heartbeat.
“He said we should hang out since we haven’t done it in a while…and recently, he’s been…giving me a weird vibe so I was like, okay, let me just get it over with since Junho isn’t around.”
Glancing upward, you check if Yoongi is still listening, and he is, elbow propped on the table with his gaze more pensive.
“And…we drank, well, he drank. I had this feeling, but I figured I was just overthinking it since we hung out a ton of times before.”
“What happened?”
“Uh, he…started asking me all these questions about Junho and Jungkook and money and I know it’s my fault since I should’ve have been so open with him from the beginning.”
“And?”
“I figured he was after the money but then he—God, this is so weird.”
“No, it’s not weird,” Yuri exclaims, reaching across the table to grab your hand as she grips Yoongi’s shoulder with the other, drawing his attention to her, “he was stalking her. Started talking about the party when he wasn’t even invited! About the car Jungkook bought and all that and he said other creepy things!”
Yoongi’s eyebrows shoot up, “what else did he say? How do you know for sure that he was stalking you?”
“I don’t know,” you laugh emptily, “just…the things he said freaked me out.”
“And what he did after…” Yuri finishes, shooting a warning glare at you.
Yoongi turns to you, “what did he do?”
“He…well, he grabbed my hand—” you clutch your sore wrist to your chest, recounting the events from last night “—and he wouldn’t let me go. When I tried to get away, he pushed me against the door and refused to let me go still. Then he…”
“That’s harassment!”
Yoongi turns to Yuri who’s fuming all over again, his voice calm, “then he…?”
“He tried to kiss me, but I managed to push him away and kick him out.”
“And she still slept there! She should’ve called the police!”
“I’m afraid of how much he knows.”
“You have nothing to worry about,” Yoongi counters, pushing the chair back as he stands up, “Yuri and I will take you back home to pack whatever you need, you’re staying with us till we deal with him.”
Yuri squeals, grabbing your hands to pull you in for a hug, “I told you!”
Perhaps it isn’t too safe for you to go back there with Seojoon around, knowing what a creep he turned out to be. And maybe you did wake up multiple times throughout the night to monitor your surroundings. As much as you hate to admit it, you had to drink several glasses of water before you truly calmed down.
She takes your face between her palms, grinning, “told you he’ll say that. Don’t worry about anything. Yoongi will sort everything out. Let’s get ready to fetch your things.”
You’re eyeing Yoongi who’s busy talking on the phone, slipping away into the kitchen.
How he deals with Seojoon shouldn’t be any of your business, right? Especially since Yuri has no idea who he was all those years ago.
Yuri holds out the purple, jewel toned silk dress, mouth hanging open, “this. You’re wearing this on Friday.”
You stuff another pair of jeans into your suitcase, huffing, “Yuri, you’re supposed to be helping me pack. Not help me pick out what I’m gonna wear!”
She tosses the dress onto your bed, resuming her search in your cupboard, “you’re right, you’re right. You could wear anything, and Taehyung would still drool!”
Heat creeps to your cheeks, “shut up!”
Butterflies swarm your belly at the mention of his name, fluttering around when you think of how your date would go this Friday. He’s taking you out to one of the…fanciest restaurants in town.
Yuri flops down on your bed dreamily, arms splayed behind her, “still can’t believe he sang you to sleep. Yoongi does sometimes…but it’s mostly me singing him to sleep! And I don’t mind, since I love watching how he struggles to keep his eyes open.”
You chuckle, aiming a camisole at her face, “he didn’t really sing me to sleep. I dozed off for a while then woke up again since I couldn’t…fucking calm down.”
“Ah,” she pouts, tugging at the hem of your shirt, “sorry babe.”
“It’s okay.”
“I wish you would’ve called us! If I saw him I would’ve—” she holds up her hands, choking the air “—you know?”
You snort, “I can take care of myself.”
“Right, right, I know,” she jokes, poking at your side, “you were part of the bees once upon a time.”
Smirking, you collapse next to her, taking a lump of her hair between your fingers. She opens her mouth to speak, but the sound of your phone ringing in the lounge interrupts her. You rush over to answer it, eyebrows pinching together when you see an unknown number flashing on the screen.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me, Jungkook.”
“O-Oh,” you chuckle, both hands clutching the phone to your ear, “hey.”
“I tried calling you.”
You scoff, “I tried calling you! And you wouldn’t take any of my calls.”
“What?”
You sit at the edge of the kitchen stool, hearing the shock in his voice, “yeah. I tried calling and you wouldn’t answer. Then voicemail.”
“That’s funny because I didn’t get any calls at all.”
You purse your lips, “I find that hard to believe.”
“I’m serious. Not a single call. And I have my phone with me all the time. You know I can switch numbers on my phone, but still receive calls on one. I explained it to you.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know.”
“But I didn’t get any from your number,” you hear him make a small sound of surprise, “and I sent Junho a few messages, but he didn’t reply.”
“What? Junho?”
“Yeah, I know you have like this safety thing on for him so he can’t receive calls from unknown numbers, so I couldn’t call you there either. He didn’t reply so I was worried, but Yoongi said you guys are okay.”
You’re already making your way to Junho’s room, finding him stuffing the miniature version of your suitcase with his own clothes.
“Oh, yeah, we’re okay.”
Junho leaps up, pulling at your dress, “can I talk to dad?”
“I’ll call you later, gotta go.”
“Alright, bye.”
“Wait, why did you try calling?”
“Oh, err…I wanted to talk to you about something.”
You hear someone speak in the background, along with shuffling, “okay, I’ll call you and we can talk.”
“Okay.”
Once you hear beeping to signal the end of the call, you set your phone down on Junho’s desk, scanning his room.
“Where’s your iPad?”
Immediately, you notice his change in expression, fingers pulling at his bottom lip.
“I got it here.”
You fold your arms, perched at the edge of his bed, “can I see it?”
He shuffles around his room, looking under the heaps of clothing and inside his drawers. Stalling. Finally, he finds it in the overnight bag he took to Yoongi’s this weekend, handing it to you without meeting your gaze.
And just like Jungkook said, you open up the messaging app to see over fifteen voice notes from Jungkook. All have been opened. But not one response from your son. Junho hovers near you, swaying on his feet.
‘Hey Smiley! How’s my big boy doing? I miss you!’
‘Smiley! What are you up to? I saw a Bugatti on my way to work today and I thought of you. I’m always thinking of you and mamma. Tell her I miss her and I miss you toooo!’
‘Junho I hope you’re okay! Please let me know if you want anything before I get back. There’s a nice shop over here and they keep Matchbox and Hot Wheels!’
‘Smiley you’re doing good? Respond to meeeeee.’
‘Does mamma like black or white more?’
‘Don’t tell her I asked, pleaseeeee.’
‘Smiley can you tell mamma I’m trying to call her. I don’t think she wants to talk to me. Ha ha.’
You glance at Junho, a dense lump lodged in your throat. He’s staring at the screen now, sat next to you.
‘I love you sonnnn, I love you both!’
Locking the iPad abruptly, you turn to Junho, heart pounding in your chest. Ears turning hot when you catch sight of Junho’s guilty frown.
“Are you going to tell me…why you didn’t respond to dad?”
He hops off the bed, short legs carrying him to the other side of the room where he grabs his headphones.
“Junho. I’m talking to you. Why didn’t you tell me dad was trying to call?”
“Because,” he grits out, back turned to you.
You inhale a shuddering breath, your own voice going against your will and booming out into the room.
“Because what?!”
“Because I didn’t want to!” He yells, stomping his feet.
“You didn’t want to?!”
“Yes!”
You grab his arm, turning his head with a hold on his chin, thumb and forefinger pressing into his cheeks, “why not?!”
He squirms out of your hold, eyes as wide as saucers, “because!”
“That’s it,” you shout, folding the cover over his iPad and tucking it under your arm, “no more iPad for you.”
“NO!”
“The weekend is over anyway.”
“Mamma,” he sobs, reaching out for you. You will yourself to look away, ignoring the way tears brim his doe eyes because you’ll give in to him. And then he won’t learn his lesson.
“Are you going to tell me why you didn’t respond to dad?!”
“Because,” he grits, shoulders lifting with each harsh breath he takes, “because I didn’t want to talk to him. He’s gone again!”
Your heart stutters in your chest, tears springing to your eyes.
“He’s gone! He left us again!”
“J-Junho…”
“I didn’t want to talk to him,” he repeats, wiping at his eyes furiously, “I didn’t want to!”
“He’s coming back,” you soothe, crouching in front of him to wipe his tears but he jerks away, stuttering through his words.
“And now you’re angry with me!”
“Junho, I’m not—”
“Yes, you are!”
You pull him into your lap, wiping his tears with the hem of your shirt.
“I’m just…sad. I was waiting for dad to call for so long and then when I tried to call him, it wasn’t going through. So, I was just worried and then I found out that all along he’s been sending you messages and you didn’t tell me.”
He buries his head in your chest, sobbing, “I’m sorry.”
You pat his back, seeing Yuri’s reflection in the mirror to your left. Spinning around with Junho in your lap, you wipe your eyes with your shoulder, sending her a maudlin smile.
“How much did you see” – you mouth to her, receiving a shrug.
“Enough.”
Later that evening, you’re trying to make sense of why Junho would do something like that. Why would he ignore his father when he loves him so much and he’s afraid that he’s never going to come back? How can a child, his age, have all the anger and willpower to ignore someone he yearns to talk to?
You’re glad that you made up after, sat with him till he fell asleep and tucked him in good, but you know you should’ve handled it differently.
Sat in the patio across Yoongi and Yuri, you take a sip of your drink, shrinking into your seat.
“Am I a bad mother?”
“What? NO!”
“Of course not.”
You giggle at their reactions, nodding.
Yoongi sits back in the couch, “why would you think that?”
“I don’t know,” you shrug, gazing up at the sky, “I just feel like I could’ve…reacted better today.”
“You were surprised, and you made up pretty quick,” Yuri quips, nudging Yoongi in his side so he can add some of his input.
“Smiley’s a smart boy, I’m sure he understood why you were mad at him.”
“If your kids don’t hate you at some point then you’re a bad parent.”
Both you and Yoongi share the same quizzical expression, eyes on Yuri who sinks into Yoongi’s side, laughing hysterically.
“What? That’s what my mother says!”
Yoongi hugs her into his side, gummy smile in place, “I guess she’s right.”
“Do you think your kids would hate you at some point, Yoongi?” You tease, hearing a rigid no from him.
“My kids are gonna love me! I’m gonna spoil them and spend all my time with them, make sure that they’re always having fun.”
Yuri stares up at him fondly, stars in her eyes.
“Yeah?”
He looks down at her, nodding with his cheeks puffed up, “mhm.”
“Can’t wait,” she giggles, reaching for his hand to place a kiss on his knuckles.
You look away to give them privacy, but you find your gaze wandering back to them. A sense of longing blooming in your heart at their precious interaction.
Taehyung pulls up in the driveway with a loud roar of his engine, radiant smile in place. You wave Yuri and Junho goodbye, taking cautious steps down the stairs as you rush over to his car. Clicking in the seatbelt, you’re unable to hide your goofy smile once you turn to face him.
“Hey.”
He gives you quick peck on the lips, his fingers brushing your chin ever so slightly but it’s enough to have your face turn hot and tingling. The taste of mint lingers on your lips, along with his playful smile.
“Hey,” he says charmingly, one hand on the wheel while the other sits on the gearshift, “you look beautiful.”
You flick your hair over your shoulder, scanning his attire. Grey, three-piece suit with a darker colored tie, hair swept over his forehead.
“Thank you, so do you.”
“How have you been?”
You gaze out the window, eyes tracking each car that passes by. A habit you picked up from your son.
“Been okay, and yours?”
“Busy,” he sighs, heel of his palm pressed to the wheel as he takes the first left turn, “things went well at our new branch. I’m just glad that I’m back home.”
“That’s good.”
He turns to you, dark brown eyes simmering with the streetlights, “to see you.”
“Me too,” you smirk, alarmed when a car honks behind you, “hey, keep your eyes on the road!”
“It’s not my fault!” He laughs, the sound rich and masculine, “you distracted me.”
Face burning impossibly hot, you fix the strap of your dress, marvelling at the bright yellow lights ahead once you come to a stop outside a large building. It’s exterior black with yellow highlights and a modern structure. ‘Beaujolais’ in a glowing, brighter yellow situated above the double doors. While you were admiring the architecture, you failed to notice that Taehyung had left his seat to make his way to your side, startling you when he opens your door.
“Madam,” he winks, holding out his hand which you take gracefully.
Once you enter, all heads turn your way, his name being mumbled in every corner of the dimly lit restaurant. You grip onto his arm, feeling him lean into your side as you’re ushered to a quiet corner in the back, an elderly couple seated behind you. Taehyung tucks you into your seat, jerking it forward till you’re snug against the edge of the table.
You wait for him to take the seat across you, but he doesn’t, instead he pulls out the seat next to you, arm thrown over the backrest of your chair.
With a flick of his finger, not one word from him, the waiter dips his head and scurries away from your table, leaving you to take in the elegant interior, a low murmur floating around as well as the soft clink of utensils.
“Are you going to tell me what happened that night?”
He’s so close you could count each pore on his face – zero. Which leaves you feeling a little exposed. But he’s unbothered.
“Which night?” You whisper, whisper because he’s speaking in such a low tone.
He drags his tongue between his teeth, a light smirk playing on his lips. The entire gesture insanely attractive to you.
“Don’t play dumb with me, sweetheart. The night you called. You’re not the type to call at midnight crying over a nightmare. Usually, you’d tell me the next day.”
You scrunch up your nose when he nudges it with his index finger, following the sparkles his rings catch with the candlelight.
“I know you too well.”
Sticking out your bottom lip, you arrange your thoughts – wondering if you should tell him. Whenever you talk about it, it leaves you in a lugubrious mood for the rest of the day, and you don’t want to spoil your evening.
“I…I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
There’s a question on his lips, eyes searching yours before he nods slowly, fiddling with the napkin on his plate.
“Alright, but you are going to tell me.”
“I will,” you promise, shoulders feeling a little looser.
“How’s Smiley doing? I wanted to pop in to see him before we left but then we would’ve missed our reservation,” he pouts, his attention carried to your neck when you throw your hair over your shoulder.
“He’s good. Ah, you can see him tomorrow if you want to.”
“I was thinking we could go to this one water park not too far from here, Junho would love it!”
“Is it the one near Jangmi? I heard about it a while ago.”
“Yeah, Yoongi and Yuri can come along if they’d like, we can leave after work and maybe spend the night too.”
“That sounds like fun,” you admit, knowing how much Junho would enjoy the water park, since he’s your little water baby, “I’ll ask them.”
“Okay. Just let me know what they say, and I can book in for us,” he mumbles, reaching into his pocket for his phone.
He’s busy texting, and you can’t help but look, he lets you too, holding the phone up so you can observe.
“Deiji?” You say before thinking, but he’s quick to respond before you can play it off.
“Yeah, her dad owns the park, so I asked if she had hold a few rooms for us until you let me know.”
“Oh.”
At the mention of her, you recall the sickeningly sweet smell of her perfume, extremely high -pitched voice to match whenever Taehyung cracked a joke. Her grubby hands on him—
“Let’s check.”
Taehyung rubs his hands together, bringing one of the menus between you. You settle on one of their chicken dishes since the name sounded delicious itself and Taehyung picks out the starter and dessert, keeping his main similar to yours. The entire time he’s pinned to your side, hands caressing your knee as he munches on his entrée cutely.
You dab at the corners of his mouth, already full by the time you’re done but once the aroma of the chicken hits your nostrils when it’s placed in front of you – your stomach gurgles for more.
“Told you it’s good,” he chuckles, sipping at his wine. Whenever you turn to look at him – he looks at you, so you can’t truly ogle him like you usually do. But Taehyung in this setting – sipping on wine, lax and calm under the candlelight, he’s truly, so breathtakingly handsome. You surge forward, pressing your lips to the mole on his nose.
His eyes widen comically, as if breaking character before he relaxes, returning the gesture which has you giggling.
“The mole on your nose—“ you say, brushing it with your finger once again.
“What about it?”
“It’s cute.”
“I have one here and here too—” he bites his bottom lip, showing you the one just there.
“I know.”
“Why don’t you kiss those too?”
Heat settles on your cheeks once again, and it’s not the wine. You find the elderly woman’s bespectacled gaze on you, her face twisted in disgust.
“Maybe later,” you wink, patting his cheek lightly.
It’s silent for the rest of your meal, till dessert comes around, a rich, chocolatey mousse which has your tastebuds tingling, moaning with the decadence as it hits your tongue.
“I come here on special occasions,” he informs, poking into his mousse.
You lick the underside of your spoon, cocking a brow, “what’s today’s special occasion?”
He shrugs, “just feel like it.”
Narrowing your eyes at him, you can tell he has more to say with the way he leaves his mousse unfinished, hands disappearing under the table.
“I haven’t been completely honest with you, ___.”
You swallow the last bit of chocolate, urging him to continue with raised brows.
“I mean, about my past,” he begins, words leaving his mouth cautiously, “I know, that day, you saw those pictures of me, and my mother said I was a rebel and all, but it’s more than that.”
Setting down your spoon, you rest your hands on the table, “okay.”
He shuts his eyes, struggle shooting through them once they reopen, “I just don’t want you to see me differently from this day onward. Who I was before is a poor representation of who I am today. What you get from me now is me, one hundred percent.”
“Tae,” you giggle, catching the short tufts of hair at the back of his neck between your fingers, “you can trust me.”
“I know I can,” he stresses, ringed fingers curling around your thigh, “I just…don’t want you to see me differently.”
You inhale a deep breath, releasing the words just as slow, “I haven’t been honest about my past too…so I understand.”
He chews on his bottom lip, gaze latched onto yours.
“Alright, well, I’ll go first.”
Nodding, you readjust your position in your seat as he does the same.
“If something happens to you, and it affected you so much, won’t you swear to yourself that you won’t let your kids go through the same?”
Your chin hits your chest as you nod, his words resonating within you since you share a similar thought.
“My father refused to marry the girl his parents picked out for him and instead married my mother, gave her two children and then left because he couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t handle taking care of a family without his parents’ wealth. So he left. Leaving us with absolutely nothing.”
You’re listening intently, arm winding around his back.
“But everything caught up with him,” he exhales a bitter laugh, “anyway, I was seen as the black sheep of the family. My brother worked hard in school, and I was trying too. But when your effort isn’t recognized when you know you’re trying, it just feels like you’re doing it all for nothing, you know? At least that’s what I thought when I was younger. So I gave up, got lost in the wrong corner at the wrong time and joined the wrong crowd.”
His large hand covers yours, lacing your fingers.
“The whole time, I grew up thinking that we were born into an unfortunate family, so when my grandfather caught me picking at his pocket in a high society event, I refused to believe him when he said I was his grandson. They still didn’t help until my mother agreed to give up one of her sons to the family name. She hated them—” he grits, agony flashing behind his eyes, “—hated them with a passion, thought he was lying so you know who she gave up?”
You cup the back of his neck, whispering, “you.”
“But I refused to leave my other family behind and that’s when everything went haywire. How I ended up—” he presses a hand to his forehead, hands trembling.
“We don’t have to talk about this, Tae.”
“No, I want you to know,” he intones, fixing his posture. “Again, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, given a weapon I didn’t even know how to handle at the time with one job assigned to me and my partner. We were supposed to shake the guy up, you know? Make him pay in another way till he could actually give us the money.”
He shakes his head vehemently, brown hair flopping over his eyes.
“But things went out of control, he tried to hurt me and my partner and before you know it, I was the one who pulled the trigger.”
With that, he exhales a burdened breath, turning to you slowly as he surveys every inch of your face. You’re taking it all in, wondering if he means what you think he means.
“You…?”
“Yes.”
This should affect you a lot more than it actually is, right? Why do you feel nothing after finding out that he once killed a man…in a difficult situation. Maybe because you witnessed something like that multiple times before.
“It was self-defence, that’s what they all said, but up till today I still live with the guilt knowing I could’ve aimed lower, in his leg, in his arm.”
Then his words hit you, stomach flipping in on itself.
“Why do you…carry one with you then?”
He chews on the corner of his mouth, “I don’t anymore. I keep it in my car. That day at the warehouse, I just had the suspicion that Jungkook was gonna do something stupid, so I took it with me.”
“What if you…had hurt Yoongi? What if you didn’t aim for his arm?”
“The thing is, after that day, I went for training, I got a license and I know how to use it. Eighteen-year-old me was clueless and scared. I aimed for the pipe behind Jungkook, I guess Yoongi got scared and tried to save him, I had no idea it would hit his arm.”
“Taehyung, I don’t understand.”
“I didn’t go there intending to hurt anyone, ___. I didn’t aim at Jungkook or Yoongi, I was trying to scare him like he was doing with me. It was purely an accident.”
You’re blinking at him, slowly making sense of his words. Suddenly, your shoulder feels cold, he scoots away from you, buttoning up his blazer.
“Anyway, that’s my story. I just wanted you to know if we decide to take things further.”
You can tell how he’s feeling. He just poured out the most defining moments of his life and you’re pondering on something you’ve already discussed multiple times before. Somehow, you feel like he’s contradicting himself, saying that he’s not who he was but he’s still careless with a weapon like that. Whether he likes it or not, you’re going to have to talk about it again. But now it’s your turn.
“This is my story.”
You start from the beginning, just like he did. From your religious parents, to how you met Jungkook and Yoongi, to how things started with Jungkook, to how you found out who Jungkook’s father is. Somehow, it seems a lot worse than his story when you recall how you witnessed Jungkook’s father’s gang blow up a whole building, countless deaths taking place right in front of your eyes. How you stuck with Jungkook.
Till he didn’t stick with you anymore, retelling the story of how he left, which seems incredibly similar to what his own father had done. It makes you think.
He’s caressing the back of your knuckles with his thumb, a regretful tint to his eyes.
“Is that why you wanted us to work things out? Did you somehow relate to my situation?”
He licks his lips, “I saw my mother in you.”
Your heart clenches in your chest, vision going blurry.
“Why she did what she did.”
“Tae…”
Hoping you don’t ruin the eye makeup Yuri took hours perfecting, you dab at your eyes, unable to fight the tight lump in your throat any longer.
“But most importantly, I saw myself in Junho.”
You continue to chat, his words stir a range of emotions, words refusing to come out as you blink at him. Just then, the waiter comes around with the bill, forcing you to conceal your face behind Taehyung. You leave the restaurant in silence, soft jazz filling the car as he takes the long route back home, turning to you when you stop at a red light.
“I’m glad we finally talked.”
You smile, half his face illuminated by the city lights. This whole evening makes you feel closer to him, the yearning extending into something else, something strong and latching onto him as he sits and speaks to you with his telling eyes.
Something blossoms in your chest. You want him. But not in a lustful sense, that too, but more. Your own thoughts fail to pinpoint the feeling.
His shirt is unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck.
“What’s wrong, love?”
Acting on impulse, you unclick your seatbelt and jump across the console, catching his lips in a searing kiss. He kisses you back just as thirsty, the breath he takes in through his nose sharp and stuttered as your fingers curl around his neck, peppering kisses all over his handsome face, uncaring as the straps of your dress drop from shoulders.
Keeping you in his lap, he speeds down the highway as you continue to nip and suck at the side of his throat, hearing him groan when your tongue swirls around the bruise just below his ear. You work on giving him a matching one of the other side, turning his head for your easy access.
“Fuck, my place or yours?”
“Yours,” you hum, catching his earlobe between your teeth to hear him grunt, girthy cock pressing into the underside of your thighs. You’re soaking through your panties, pulling at his tie then working on unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, dark lipstick marks scattered across his shirt, face and chest.
Once you’re parked in his driveway, he carries you bridal style up the staircase, navigating through his mansion while you continue with you assault on your neck, heels slipping from your feet, wanting nothing more than to have his neck marked with your love. You’re being tossed onto the bed, breath hitching in your throat when you find your reflection on the ceiling, lipstick smeared across your chin and cheeks, hair a mess.
“What’s gotten into you, today?” He husks, undoing the strap on his watch before discarding his belt in a similar fashion, the clink of the clasp sending a thrill up the length of your spine. His rings come off next, clattering to the nightstand.
You kneel at the foot of the bed, working on pushing his top garments over his shoulders.
“Nothing, but I’m hoping you do.”
A strangled gasp tumbles from your lips when he fits a hand into the back of your head and grabs a fistful of hair, tilting your head up so your gaze is on the ceiling once again, the tantalizing sight of his back through his button up has you clenching your thighs together.
“Naughty today, hm?”
You grin salaciously, “you like me naughty.”
He spins you around harshly, back pressed into his chest as his fingers pull down the zip on the side of your dress, breath hot against your flushed skin.
“No, I don’t. You know what happens when you’re naughty.”
Batting your lashes, you meet his gaze in the reflection, “maybe I need you to remind me.”
His tie is being pulled over his head, rolled up into a ball before being shoved into your gaping mouth, the narrow end sticking out. You moan around the dry fabric as he pushes you back down on the bed and flips you over onto your back, dress a useless piece of material draped on your body. He’s looking down at you with a biting smirk, moonlight hitting his face as if it’s his own personal spotlight, shining on him as he removes his shirt, muscles rippling with the movement.
He sets his hands on either side of your head, you’re looking up, watching as his back flexes deliciously, setting his weight on your lower half which has you spreading your legs, core aching to be filled, touched, anything.
“That enough to remind you?”
You shake your head, watching as his jaw clenches. Whining as he pulls away, you feel a light breeze sift through the diaphanous curtains and dust your skin. Goosebumps rising as he peels your dress off your body, his eyes widening a bit once he sees your matching purple bra and thong.
He reaches for your right leg by the ankle, bringing your foot up to his mouth. Staring at the darkened spot between your legs with ravenous eyes.
You wiggle your toes in front of his face, remembering what you talked about the last time. What he likes. What you like. His eyebrows lift in question and you dare to move your feet closer to his face, core pulsing once you feel his tongue slide between your big and second toe, fingers twitching when his lips wrap around the middle one, the sensation…so new but amazing.
His cock strains in his pants – reminding you that you have another foot. Ever so slowly, moaning around the ball in your mouth when his tongue moves lower to lick at the creases in your foot, you rub at his bulge, flexing your foot against it. It’s a workout, trying to keep the right angle, but the look on his face is worth it. And as he continues to tongue at your foot, heat unfurling in your lower abdomen, he unzips his pants, pulling out his cock in one swift movement.
The tip is glazed with precum, leaking as you drag the length of your foot up and down the shaft, hearing a guttural moan from him. His cock is hot and heavy against your foot, the feeling so foreign as your toes curl around the head, feeling his juices leak between your toes.
When your foot glides down and back up, pausing at the head, his hips jerk forward, thrusting against your skin as he suckles on your toes one by one. You speed up your movements, seeing his brows furrow, lip tucked between his teeth after he lets go of your toes with a loud pop, moving back to sink to his stomach, spreading your legs with his large palms on your inner thighs.
He tears at your panties, ignoring your squeals before blowing hot air onto your puffy clit, eyes shut as spreads open your folds with his index and middle fingers.
“You’re fucking dripping,” he sighs, breath kissing your clit as he continues to speak, taunt you till you’re pushing his head down into your pussy, fingers buried in his hair, “did you enjoy my mouth on your feet that much?”
You want to say that no, I enjoyed watching you fall apart as you fucked my foot, but you can’t. Jaw aching as it stays pried open with the soggy tie.
He runs his knuckles from your clit to your weeping hole, tip of his tongue pressing into your clit. Your back arches off the bed, sticky toes curling, eyes rolling back with the sharp motion of his tongue flicking your clit at breakneck speed. Fire ignites in you lower belly a lot faster than you expected, eyes slipping open to watch as his head shakes between your legs, light stubble grazing your thighs, hot mouth glued to your cunt that responds to every stroke of his tongue.
“Hmmmmmm,” he hums into your pussy, dragging out the sound in time with the drags of his tongue against your swollen folds, tongue hooked under the hood of your clit.
You thrash under him, feet planted on the bed as you rut into his face, drenching his tongue and cheeks with your slick. Your moans are muffled, sweat building on your forehead. Breath escaping your lungs when he sinks two fingers inside you in one fluid motion, abusing that spongy spot within your walls till your thighs tremble around his face.
“Hmmmmm.” The sound reverberates through every inch of your body, cunt fluttering around his fingers.
In a second, his movements stop just as you’re nearing the edge, an animalistic sound leaving your throat when he removes his tongue and fingers, eyes glinting with mischief. He slaps your pussy twice, leaving you twitching and rolling onto your side in a ball of sweat and sadness. The position gives him access to the clasp on your bra, ridding you of the flimsy material.
His hand rears back to land a resounding slap to your cunt again, a squeal of his name leaping up your throat when he directs his attention your ass, flesh rippling under his hand.
“Didn’t think you could get away that easily, hm? You weren’t being so naughty though,” he chuckles, kicking off his pants and boxers, now as bare as you. “So that was nothing.”
The heat in your pussy tells you otherwise, begging for release.
His eyes soften, caressing your cheeks with the back of his hand as he settles between your legs, cock brushing your thigh.
“Do you remember what we talked about? Or do you need reminding again?”
You chuckle breathlessly, throwing your arms around his neck as he lifts you up with one arm to put you up further on the bed, pillows resting under your head.
“I do,” you smile, locking your ankles behind his waist, “I’m on the pill.”
“I’ve only ever been with you recently,” he grins coyly, sweaty strands of hair sticking to his forehead, “I’m clean.”
“Me too,” you say proudly, jutting your hips closer to his.
“I really want this,” he professes, lining his cock with your entrance. You eye the point where your sexes meet, waiting with bated breath.
“Me too.”
He covers your mouth with his, tongue entering your mouth just as he sinks in to the hilt. Your mouth hangs open, feeling every ridge, every twitch of his cock against your ridged walls as he drags in and out, groans pouring into your mouth.
“Tae,” you cry out, nails piercing his back as he stretches you out, walls hugging his cock with each pivot of his hips. You watch his ass move in the reflection, taking in the sight hazily till you can’t keep your eyes open any longer.
“Yes, love,” he moans, kissing you feverishly, but you’re unable to return his kisses, so enthralled by the feel of his long cock sinking in and out of your pussy, moans getting louder as the bulbous tip brushes your sweet spot on every thrust.
“I feel so f-full,” you sigh, lips pressed to his neck once he picks up the pace, chest brushing your perky nipples.
“Yeah? You do? You’re gonna feel more full when I stuff you with my cum.”
Your eyes roll back, panting into his neck as his chest stays pressed against yours, his hips working at an inhumane pace.
“Fuck, you’d like that, hm? Fill you with my cum till it’s leaking out of you.”
“I want it,” you moan, trying to meet his every thrust with your own hips, “want your cum.”
“Yeah? What else?”
You’re riding on the euphoric feeling of his cock drilling into you, speaking without thinking.
“Want you to cum inside me,” you whisper, whimpering as he continues to pound you into the bed, words stuttered with the movement, “wanna…fuck!”
His pants into your ear, sweat dripping from his forehead, “wanna what?”
“Tae,” you let out a drawn-out moan, so close to the precipice, nothing but him and his skin rubbing against yours centered in your mind.
“Tell me love, fuck, you like that name?” He laughs, cupping your chin to land another sloppy kiss on your lips.
“Want you to cum deep inside me,” you blubber, mascara streaking down your cheeks as your teeth grind into each, etching the feel of his cock buried inside you in your mind as he plunges into you at a slower pace.
“I will, fuck but where—”
You cry out, orgasm hitting you in slow, consuming waves, walls closing in around him as his hips stutter, moaning into your neck.
“Fuck, fuck, want me to cum inside you?”
“Yes,” you sigh, rolling your hips into his and clenching around him, watching as his pretty eyes flutter shut, a groan of your name filling the hot air. There’s so much more you want to say, but you’re afraid you might scare him away, given your circumstances. Like you want him to fuck you so full of his cum you might…
And then you feel him unleash hot ropes of cum inside you, the idea of him fucking a baby inside you has heat travelling up your spine again, teeth piercing into your lower lip as the sensation triggers your second high, clutching onto him as he fucks into you, making the best of it before pulling out. When you clench again, a lump of white spills out of you and you moan, the sound a little alarming to you since he’s watching you so intently, cock soft and wet against his leg.
Wordlessly, he pulls you into his arms, pecking the back of your neck daintily. Once you catch your breath, you turn to him, finding his eyes on you. You can’t help but wonder if you said something you can’t remember. If you gave too much away, but he just smiles, the same boyish smile that makes your heart skip a beat.
“That was amazing,” he mumbles sleepily, fingers trailing down the valley of your breasts. Grinning stupidly, you rest your cheek against his chest, knowing you should get up to clean yourself since the feel of his cum drying on your thighs isn’t too pleasant. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, leaving you a little dizzy. So close to him.
The sound of your phone ringing cuts through the sweet moment, and when you sit up to answer it, he pulls you back down, whining.
“Leave it, if it’s important they’ll call again.”
Settling in his arms again, you wait for the call, but it doesn’t come. And it was in your best interest not to answer anyway, since it’d just ruin your night.
Yoongi, on the other line, angry. Asking why you decided to hire someone to hack into Jungkook’s phone and interfere with his business.
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omg we get nsfw alphabets??? as a resident Kai simp i need that for them. If their drive even can be contained in just 26 questions🤭🤭
I've never thought this hard with my figurative dick before I hope it's worth it👁️🥺
Statler • Jean/Jade • Wanda
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A = Aftercare
Depends. Kai typically either dips or kicks people out of their bed, but they do like to smoke and chat a bit if their partner is someone they're close to.
B = Body part
Ass and thighs, Kai is not ashamed about it either— they know people like that about them too, and they love the attention. In their partner, Kai loves their chest area (boobs or pecs), which they like to squeeze, teasingly rub their face against, or play with their nipples.
C = Cum
Loves getting facials.
D = Dirty secret
Kai once slept with one of their past bully's now-wife. They claim it was an accident.
E = Experience
Very experienced. Kai has been with all kinds of people, and they know they're really good. Especially with their mouth.
F = Favorite position
Has many. Mostly likes legs to be spread wide open, thrown over shoulders, and anything on all fours.
G = Goofy
Kai is really unserious. They like joking around, teasing, pausing to laugh because they found their partner funny. Sex is a means to de-stress and they refuse to take themself too seriously.
H = Hair
Their natural color is the same as their pubic hair, dark brown. Shaves when they remember to. F!Kai is trimmed in a triangle shape. M!Kai is a bit trimmed. Both of them were originally Liv's insistence, and Kai happened to like it.
I = Intimacy
The least romantic person in bed. Kai prefers being called a ‘slut’ (gn) than a term of endearment.
J = Jack off
Kai is really into getting caught while they masturbate.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Exhibitionism, especially the whole ‘almost caught’ scenario. Though that is the thing Kai is the most into, they also like bondage/BDSM, brats, being edged and choked, pegging and dirty talk.
L = Location
Anywhere. Especially if it's semi-public (the balcony, public bathrooms…)
M = Motivation
Just the mere mention of sex, or someone desiring them gets Kai in the mood. Degradation and angry sex also work.
N = No
Things Kai would consider weird like pet play or age play.
O = Oral
Loves oral in all its forms. More often than not, Kai wants to make their partner cum once (or twice if they can) before penetrative sex. If they're in the receiving end, Kai is more than happy to enjoy themself.
P = Pace
Kai prefers it rough. Slow and sensual feels too intimate and romantic, and they tend to panic around that.
Q = Quickie
Loves quickies, Kai finds them very fun and will proposition to their partner no matter when or where. If there's a will there's a way.
R = Risk
Experimenting is something Kai is very open to. They don't mind trying new things and will bring up new positions and ideas to their partner from time to time.
S = Stamina
Kai is usually very lazy so their stamina isn't the best. They know how to save up energy and it's barely noticeable, though.
T = Toys
They own a few dildos (one of them is massive, a gift from Liv), vibrators, beads, ropes, a blindfold, and bullets.
U = Unfair
Loves teasing and driving people completely insane. Foreplay with Kai is almost a form of torture. They love to be the one teased too.
V = Volume
Kai can moan and groan and be very loud but it's typically an act they put on to stroke their partner's ego. They're normally quiet, though.
W = Wild card
For the longest time, Kai's grandparents assumed that Liv was their girlfriend, and they were very happy about it. Since then, Kai refuses to bring her around them.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothess)
M!Kai is average (7.5 inches) but they claim to “know how to use it.” F!Kai has an A cup. They also have nipple piercings.
Y = Yearning
Very high. Sometimes Kai's partner doesn't satisfy them enough and they're forced to masturbate afterwards.
Z = Zzz
Falls asleep almost like it's on command (5 to 10 minutes after).
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Down The Rabbit Hole Bingo
(Note: The orders from another menu will still be delivered)
Dearest Customers,
The butcher establishment is opening a special menu as The Online Service currently being made.
Down the rabbit hole bingo is all about the strangest, the good, the bad, and the magical things from all over the world. From a foreign tale to a love story of the century, or the things that crawled all over the online world.
Below listed is a possible trigger warning and their codeword, so could avoid it when needed to:
Upsetting historical events--for example; a death from a plague (Codeword: Rotten Rodent BBQ)
Graphic depiction of violence--For example; Description of a scar (Codeword: Wounded Steak Flesh)
Dead Dove themes--For example; Rape/non-con, autocannibalism (Codeword: Chicken’s fried head)
Disturbing fictional themes--For example; novel about scalping the native, a lyric that has described disturbing things (Codeword: Roadkill Soup)
Romantic themes; you know what to expect (Codeword: Waltzing cats)
Dark Themes; Murder, robbery, and many more (Codeword: Nightly Owl’s eyes)
Sexual themes; Voyeurism, 69, blowjob, and many more (Codeword: Steaming Butchered Long Pig’s Jewels)
Disturbing facts from all around the world (Codeword: Hiding rabbit)
Fluff; (Some customers do not like happiness) (Codeword: Fur covered Plate)
Angst/Heavy Angst; Some customers like torture (Codeword: Live Dolphin)
Disturbing internet's rabbit hole--For example a letter from a murderer, or dark web rumored facts (Codeword: Electric Bugs)
Monster/creatures--For example alien, or the mothman, or kuntilanak(Codeword: Alien Fried Fingers)
Wonderful/disturbing places--For example haunted places or a beautiful tourist attraction (Codeword: Atlantis Water)
Artifacts from all over the world--For example Rosetta stone or dead sea scrolls (Codeword: Monkey's paw)
Strange events--For example The Bermuda Triangle tales or story from the Winchester haunted house (Codeword: Msytery Blood)
Humor (Codeword: Laughing fox)
Song/musical instrument (Codeword: Singing Raven)
Movies/short film (Codeword: Through The Lens of The Butchered)
Gen (Codeword: Gen)
Paintings (Codeword: Macabre From Humanity)
What the Codeword is used for:
To mix one codeword with another to get a mixed prompts/two themes merged into one.
Let's talk about Mannerism and customer's rights now:
While The Butcher is not a highly-demanded place, mannerism is needed or else you're going to be somebody's culinary experience.
1. You can only request two (2) menu at maximum and you are only allowed to ask for a change at maximum up to 2 squares. Therefore, please be careful when ordering.
2. Due to certain culinary experiences, only customers over 18+ are allowed to order.
3. When you're eating—filling up your stomach—you are allowed to use any method to eat; with your hands, with a fork and a knife, with a spoon. Your experience when eating should grow depending on how you look at it.
4. It might sound weird, but The Butcher accepts if you play with your food however you want. For example, if you're ordering a chicken, you're free to make a poem out of it or an art, or just throw it in the trash.
5. The Butcher establishment is offering special badges if you finish eating your order. It's just for fun. The Butcher is all about having fun.
Second, customer's rights.
1. Order from The Butcher establishment opens on October 11th 2023 and will be forever open, at least until The Butcher is dead.
2. The Butcher prefers having the customers take their time when eating so no one will die choking in the establishment, so… they have time to fill up their stomachs. There's no deadline. So even if you turned into vampires--like some of our customers and live eternally, you could still eat your fill.
3. The Butcher opens its door for two orders only, however, you can cut it into pieces. There is no minimum or maximum quantity for the requirement put in as a filling. 100 pieces? Go for it. 70,000 pieces? Go for it and have fun!
(pshh! Pieces as in word count)
4. The Butcher allows customers to bring food from another establishment and mix it up with The Butcher's order, as long as the other establishment allows it.
5. Anyone from anywhere could sign up, whether you like evil superheroes or two cannibals in love, The Butcher is open to everyone.
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el deserves better + why people can’t take mike’s monologue seriously
*these are my own personal opinions and observations! if you liked this scene how it was, that's fine! no one's forcing you to look at this lol. i'm not trying to "ruin" this scene for anyone or invalidate people’s feelings. it’s a fictional show. the writers like when people analyse and look into it and that’s what i’m doing. these are just my own opinions about it as someone who has watched the show since the beginning, pays attention and truly cares about the characters, and i think they could've done this scene a lot better if they wanted it to seem genuine.
i also just want to make it clear that i would’ve had no problem with mike and el’s relationship if it was well-written, slowly developed properly instead of rushed, they actually understood each other and could be themselves with each other AND if will wasn’t involved in this love triangle and had his heart broken in the process because that’s probably one of the most cruel, horrible and unnecessary things i’ve ever seen in a show. there was absolutely no reason to involve an abused and traumatised gay child in this mess if he was just going to end up hurt again after everything he’s suffered and people have EVERY right to be uncomfortable and upset about that, but anyways!
“love at first sight”
the love at first sight trope coming out of nowhere seemed really out of character for mike since he's made it clear several times he doesn't believe in that and we also know he didn't fall in love with el the moment he met her when he was only 12 years old and struggling with the trauma of his best friend going missing. i'm not sure why they felt the need to include that when will was sitting right there listening and they could've done literally anything else to show he loved her. he shouldn't have to lie and make things up that don’t make sense (seriously, what happened to “friends don’t lie��)? and sure, the cast can say whatever they want about a 12 year old falling in love with a stranger the moment he looked at her even though he knew absolutely nothing about her and his best friend was suffering in an alternate dimension, but it still makes no sense from a writing standpoint and you can literally see that in mike’s words and actions after they take her to his house. the whole thing has always been weird lol. i don’t know why people romanticise the love at first sight trope with two children anyways and act like it makes their relationship better when it only made it worse because of how rushed it was.
using will
this needs to be mentioned considering will is the reason this monologue happened in the first place (so don’t even start with the “stop making everything about will” when THE WRITERS THEMSELVES literally put him in every mike and el scene except their fight scene!!!!!!!) but i absolutely hated how they used will's feelings for mike in order to make him say he loves his own girlfriend. like… what. using a gay character who has suffered since the very beginning as a plot device to force another ship back together while he continues to suffer and be heartbroken isn't cool at all. you can come up with any excuse, but NOTHING makes it okay that they included will in this mess and turned him into a couple’s therapist that fixes their problems when they can’t even do that themselves. if they wanted all this drama with mike and el and STILL have them stay together for some reason, fine. but will should’ve NEVER been involved. there’s no excuse. i don’t understand how anyone is okay with that. he literally had to push him into saying the monologue even when el was choking because mike wouldn’t have said it otherwise. he also took inspiration from what will said in the van about his OWN feelings for him and basically re-worded it. it’s just crazy.
“mike was just trying to save her”
i get that!!!!! he was panicking and under stress. it’s actually a realistic way to respond in that situation and anyone would make up whatever they think the person wants to hear to save them. he was trying his best to help her and i really do appreciate him for that because she really needed strength and motivation. BUT the point is, it still wasn’t entirely genuine and it’s so weird that people watch it and talk about it like it’s a proper romantic love confession and their relationship is oh so perfect when he always lies and contradicts himself which just feels hurtful and unnecessary. he could've told her he loved her WITHOUT making things up. in fact, he should’ve told her he loved her BEFORE she got her powers back, before he was pushed into it by will and before she was in danger and he was under pressure. that would’ve made it seem so much more genuine.
flashbacks
i’m just gonna link this incredible analysis post from @aurorabyler here about flashbacks because they explained it so perfectly. please check it out!!!!
anyways mike could’ve spoken about happy memories instead of making up lies she knows aren’t true. when he said “it’s not because i’m scared of you. i’ve never felt that way”, it just sounded ridiculous because she knows he’s been scared of her. it literally happened a few episodes ago at the roller rink. even in season 1, mike yelled at her and triggered traumatic memories that reminded her of brenner (the flashbacks happen right after to show the parallels) and it happened again in season 4. she also said “you think i’m a monster too” when they were arguing because she knows that mike has been scared of her. and at the roller rink when she was sitting at the table shaking and crying, he just stared at her along with the crowd and he didn’t sit with her or take her away from the triggering environment. he just stared and did nothing. in the car he was silent and then at the dinner table he made a sarcastic comment which made her feel worse and get up and leave. then he sips his drink which is a parallel to ted and karen. obviously mike has every right to be shocked and afraid sometimes, but el was also really struggling and he did nothing to help. even when she confronted him about everything, he just sat there, got defensive, denied everything and called her ridiculous. “he’s just a teenager” just doesn’t work as an excuse because we’ve seen that mike can be mature, apologise and take responsibility for what he’s done wrong with other people, so why didn’t he do that during their fight scene? why was he sitting there with no emotion on his face and making her feel worse as she was literally breaking down in front of him? why did he have to be pressured and motivated by his best friend to say he loves his own girlfriend? “he just needed some advice”, “he’s just insecure”, “his parents couldn’t say ily”. these are all ridiculous excuses that make no sense. it also doesn’t explain why will was involved in this mess in the first place. how is it okay for a gay child to just be shoved to the side and heartbroken and then force the boy he loves into telling his girlfriend he loves her? how are people seriously okay with that?
more lies and idolisation
during the monologue, mike also could’ve mentioned el's friends and family which mean the world to her instead of just making it about himself and why he needs “his superhero”. he could’ve mentioned who she is as a person instead of just her powers, but the truth is, he barely knows who she is as a person because they can’t be themselves around each other and they don’t even share any similar interests. that's why it confuses me when people actually take what he's saying seriously and think he's being genuine and "romantic" when he isn't. "oh, but mike said he fell in love the moment he met her, he’s so in love”. uh, of course he's going to say that when he's under pressure and she's in danger, but that doesn't mean it's true. we know that he was going through one of the most traumatic times in his life when will went missing and he wasn’t focusing on falling in love… he was literally only 12 years old and he knew el for 6 days before she disappeared. they were strangers. he also only let her stay when she said the bad guys were after her and when he found out she had powers and could help find will, not because he “fell in love”. he was literally planning to send her away so they could focus on finding will. so many people forget about this but it’s just crazy to think about. even when they reunite at the end of season 2, they had only spent less than a week with each other as children. mike called her every day with no response but that’s only because he wanted to know if she was out there because she was his friend and of course he cares about her. but they still barely knew each other and he didn’t get to know her more while he was making those calls because she couldn’t even respond. there was no proper build up, no honest communication and no getting to know each other properly before getting into a relationship.
rushed romance
people talk about how they fell in love immediately when they barely even knew each other and el just escaped a lab she was raised in and didn’t know what romance was. she couldn’t even communicate at the same level as mike and everything happened so quickly for her (and no, this is NOT saying that she's not capable of having a boyfriend now. of course she is. she's incredible and she's capable of so much. but when she got out of the lab, she was just a child and she wasn't taught anything about romance or relationships, so it would've been so confusing for her and she needed more time to discover herself and her own interests and then figure out who she likes, if she even wanted a relationship at all). in season 3, she asked max how she knows what she likes because no one has ever taught her or allowed her to figure things out on her own and decide what she likes for herself. max was the first person to do that and it was a really important moment for el. she was also the happiest she had ever been in that scene when they were shopping and i’ve never seen her smile and laugh so much. it was really beautiful to see.
anyways, i know she's not being forced to stay in her relationship with mike but i feel like both of them heavily depend on each other due to their emotional attachment since they found each other during a traumatic time and saved each other when they were vulnerable and needed help. mike was the first person to take care of el outside the lab and helped her hide from the bad guys so she wouldn’t have to go back, and el saved mike's life when he jumped off the cliff and then she broke his bully's arm. mike and el feel like they owe each other something and they're extremely dependent on each other because they saved each other, but i don't understand why they had to start dating because of that? it's like they feel like they can't be anything outside of a couple which isn't healthy considering the show has proven over and over again that they're not working as a couple. i don't know why people think this is a bad thing either or an "insult" to their relationship. it's not at all. no one is saying they don't love each other, because of course they do. they just don't work together romantically for many reasons, but they would still love each other even if they're just friends. in fact, i think their relationship would be even stronger if they were just friends.
they don’t feel like equals (and literally admitted this in the show)
one of the biggest issues with their relationship is that both mike and el can’t be themselves with each other and they always lie, so it doesn’t help that he lied during his monologue too. it’s really sad. you shouldn’t feel like you need to lie or change who you are when you’re in a relationship. and i just feel like there were so many other ways they could’ve done this. like, if they wanted mike and el together, that’s fine. but why couldn’t their relationship be more genuine and why couldn’t they be themselves around each other? el didn’t even need a boyfriend or first kiss in season 1, she just needed a friend to help her and be by her side. mike is the one that decided what their relationship would be because he had a little crush on her, but el didn’t get a say at all. i understand it was supposed to be "cute and wholesome" and mike didn’t have any bad intentions when he kissed her, but it’s just really strange when you actually think about how they barely knew each other and el didn’t know what a kiss was.
the characters deserve better
i also just feel like this scene hurts all 3 characters involved (el, mike and will, because yes, will was involved in a way considering he's been in love with mike since the beginning and he’s the reason mike said his monologue in the first place) and it feels insulting to them. the writers also placed will in EVERY mike and el scene except their fight, so people can’t get mad when people “make it all about will”. blame the writers then. people are obviously going to talk about the abused and traumatised gay child that’s suffering and getting his heart broken.
el: she deserves to be loved for who she is as a person, as jane, not just “superhero eleven”. her boyfriend should’ve shown her love in his letters and he should’ve comforted her and explained himself (or just simply said “i love you”) when she was crying in her room begging to hear the words. his excuse for not being able to say it was “i’m scared she won’t need me anymore”, but she clearly needed him in that moment. he knew what she wanted to hear. he also said he feels inferior because he’s just a nerd and she’s a superhero. but she didn’t even have powers in that scene where she was crying. she was just a regular person like him, so why couldn’t he say it? in the next episode, he also admits that if he just said “that thing”, she might’ve taken him with her (he couldn't even specify what it was when he was talking to will). so he knew exactly what she wanted but he still didn’t say it. this entire plot was just added for drama and it feels so unnecessary. he couldn’t even tell her he loved her when she was sobbing in his room but he only could after his best friend convinced him with his painting, monologue and pushed him to when el was in danger. how is that fair? how do people think it’s genuine after all that? “because mike is just insecure and needed a push”???? because that doesn’t change the fact that he has lied to her and made her feel horrible before. it doesn’t change the fact that she was SOBBING in front of him and he was more worried about himself than her feelings. 3 simple words could’ve comforted her and he just couldn’t do it… until his conversation with will? it’s crazy to think about. that’s why all the excuses are just ridiculous. el deserves so much better than this. she deserves to find someone that loves her for who she is, that shares the same interests as her, that she can fully be herself around, and that doesn't care about her powers.
will: his feelings for mike shouldn’t have been used as a plot device to force mike and el back together when they can’t even sort out their own relationship problems. using a gay character’s feelings when he has been abused, targeted, bullied, lonely and suffering since the very beginning of the show is absolutely cruel and unnecessary. he hasn’t even had a moment of happiness and he thinks he’ll never experience love because of his sexuality. it's even more heartbreaking knowing he has loved mike since the beginning but he thinks mike will never love him back and he has to watch him with someone else while he gets pushed to the side. speaking of being pushed to the side, the way mike treated will in season 3 and 4 (especially how he couldn't hug him at the airport) makes absolutely no sense unless he has repressed feelings for will and internalised homophobia because otherwise, mike is just an asshole and there was no need for any of that. his relationship with el never should've affected his relationship with will, especially because will has been his best friend since they were 4 years old and they have the closest relationship in the entire show. also, will's painting for mike was supposed to be a special moment between them only. his love confession was also the most beautiful and genuine thing and it made mike so happy, but he used el’s name to disguise it and it was so painful and heartbreaking to watch. will is also the only reason mike said his monologue to el because he was so inspired by the painting and car monologue and thought it was all from el when it wasn't. it was all from will. even when el was in danger, will still had to push mike to say it. and yet, will is still lonely and heartbroken after being so kind and selfless to everyone around him? he still doesn't get to be happy after everything he's been through? it’s just not fair. they can’t keep doing this to him.
mike: he’s just simply been reduced to el’s boyfriend. we barely even know him anymore and he doesn’t get his own moments. his entire arc this season revolved around not being able to tell el he loved her. like are you actually kidding me? he did nothing this season except be part of el's storyline. he also changes so much when he’s around her. it’s so ridiculous and unfair and his friends have been hurt because of it too. he shouldn’t have to pretend to be someone he’s not in order to impress el. i also feel like so many people forget how much trauma mike has been through and we don’t even get to see any of it. we don’t get to see his POV or feelings or understand what’s going on inside his head. his entire character just revolves around el and it’s not fair. he also deserves to be with someone he feels comfortable with and can actually be himself around. mike has to hide his own interests and he feels embarrassed about himself when he’s with el and he shouldn’t feel like that in his own relationship. sure, some people might use the excuse “they’re just kids” (as always), but it doesn’t change the fact that this has been going on since their relationship started and they’ve never truly felt like equals. they’ve always been different and they always will be. mike deserves to be with someone that loves him for exactly who he is and that brings out the best in him. someone who makes him feel safe and comfortable for being nerdy and passionate. someone who can give him the love he wants and needs. it’s just sad (and unhealthy) to see him in a relationship where he changes so much and obsesses over his girlfriend and treats his friends like garbage to the point where he becomes the most disliked character in the show and the general audience can’t stand him. like if that doesn’t say a lot about how this relationship isn’t good for this character, i don’t know what does.
#also this isn't specifically byler but i love the people in the byler tag and we have good discussions so hi lol#anyways#if they wanted mike and el together fine but why not make their relationship genuine at least#why not make them actually be able to be themselves with each other instead of constantly lying to each other#and also#the fact he only said all this because of will's confession feels like a slap in the face too#and will had to sit there and listen to it as well#he would've been panicking for el AND also getting his heart broken at the same time#it would've been one of the most overwhelming and hardest moments#el doesn't deserve to only be told she's loved when she's in danger and when her boyfriend gets pushed into it by his best friend#and will doesn't deserve to have his feelings for mike used as a plot device to force another ship back together#and then he just suffers all alone again like he does every season????? absolutely not#the entire thing is a mess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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-Wonbin (Riize)
Genre : new trainee Au , retired Manager Au , secret Relationship Au,A Cliffhanging ending , Love Triangle
Rating :Tv-Ma
Contains : Talks about Mature Themes , Sucide ,Eating disorders , Beauty standards
Chapters: 1/72
Word count : 2.3k
Parings: Wonbin x reader!
Amid the flashes of cameras and pressing bodies, Wonbin ducked his head, the black hood of his jacket drawn up to shield his face. The cacophony of questions fired at him felt like an endless barrage, each word a pointed arrow aimed at his heart.
"Wonbin, is it true that you had a hand in the murder of your former bandmate, Junji?" a reporter blurted out, a voice slicing through the tension.
The accusation hung in the air, heavy and toxic. Wonbin's heart hammered against his chest; his manager's quick glance serving as a silent directive to respond. But the words wouldn't come. They stuck in his throat, choking him, the pressure of all those eyes waiting for him to unravel.
The manager’s gaze was steady, a quiet sympathy that somehow made it all worse. Wonbin felt sick, covering his mouth as he struggled to breathe, the weight of the unspoken truth gnawing at him.
“It wasn't my fault,"
Wonbin finally whispered, a voice laced with a pain so raw it hushed the voracious crowd. "Junji... he was unhappy with the company's policies. He wanted out... I couldn't stop him..." His words, spoken so softly, seemed to echo, too loud in the hushed silence.
As the reporters digested his words, a murmur of empathy spread through the crowd. The atmosphere shifted, the air now thick with unasked questions and shared sorrow. Before anyone could say more, Wonbin turned away, the guards parting to let him through.
He found solace in an empty, rain-soaked alleyway, the cold droplets mingling with the hot tears that traced his cheeks. The rain felt purifying, a small mercy in his world that had turned so merciless. Clutching Junji’s bracelet, a painful reminder, he whispered a vow into the storm, “I swear I’ll never be an idol again.”
That’s when she appeared. A figure, her face partially concealed by the umbrella she held above them both. Wonbin looked up, rainwater dripping from his hair, meeting eyes filled with understanding rather than starstruck awe.
"Are you from One and Only?" she asked, a hesitant excitement in her voice despite the heavy atmosphere.
“Yes, I am,” Wonbin replied, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper.
Recognizing his pain, the girl hesitated before gently presenting him with a placard, his image and the space for his autograph stark on it. He took it, the marker heavy in his hand, and as he signed, he found himself inscribing it with the raw edges of his grief, a silent message to the friend he had lost.
For a moment, it wasn’t a fan’s autograph he was signing; it was a note to Junji, a final goodbye he’d never gotten to say. The girl took the placard back gently, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. She offered a small, empathetic smile, one fan’s tribute to the shared mourning of an idol who had lost far more than fame could ever grant him.
As the girl walked by, Wonbin snuck a glance at her, then whispered to himself, "I hope we meet again someday."
Time flew by, whether it was seasons or days within the year. With Wonbin now excluded from the group and an ex-member of One and Only, his life seemed to be both easier and more complex than ever before. with more freedom that included dating, more free time for friends and families, which was more than the merrier, but it was something he missed about being an idol and that was being in the spotlight and being glorified by his fans. It felt weird to him, there was a deep yearning within him to regain the success he once had. But this time, he wished to achieve it on his own terms. He imagined a life where he had the freedom to make his own choices in everything he did. His main goal was to live as a true artist, using his own special creativity. He didn't want to be confined to creating things just for marketing purposes or to gain public approval. The idea of being a people pleaser didn't appeal to him at all. He dreamt of being recognized and appreciated for his genuine talent and unique artistic vision, not just because he fit into some marketing strategy. This dream of independence and authentic self-expression was what he truly desired.
"Why don't you join Lionsgate Entertainment?" his friend asked, dangling the company's business card in front of him.
Wonbin gave him a blank look as he took small sips of his Iced Americano. "Sunhee-ah..." he said.
Sunhee eagerly asked his friend, "Please?" while cupping his hands in a cute way.
“Dude, give it a rest! It's been four months already. Aren't you tired?”
Sunhee sighed in defeat as he tossed the business card away, which was then brushed aside by Wonbin's hand. Sunhee scoffed and tapped his foot in disappointment.
"You're such an indecisive person," Sunhee said with a roll of his eyes as he took a bite of the crepe cake in front of him.
Wonbin answered the phone and put one finger to his lips to hush Sunhee. He held the phone close to his ear and dialed, but there was no answer. He tried again, but still no answer.
Wonbin placed his phone down and looked out the window. "Why aren't they answering?" he asked himself. The door opened and he heard a bilingual conversation being translated between English and Korean.
Wonbin and Sunhee both looked at the man first, as he seemed vaguely familiar to them, but the girl not so much. Wonbin leaned in a bit closer as he tried to get a better look at the man's face.
Sun-hee noticed someone and said, "Look, isn't that Byeon Woo-Seok, the head of Seoul Arts Entertainment?"
Wonbin turned to see the man whose voice filled the room. The man took a seat with his back and legs casually draped over the back of the chair, facing Wonbin, and confirmed, "Yes, that's me."
Wonbin gave an awkward chuckle and politely bowed his head to Woo-Seok, who bowed back a bit later.
A waitress than came over to their table, barely looking up from her notepad to see Woo-Seok, who was absorbed in smiling at his phone while texting. "Sir, can I take your order for coffee?" she asked, turning her attention from Woo-Seok to Wonbin, who was quietly sipping his coffee. Noticing Wonbin, she gasped in surprise, "Are you Wonbin from One and Only? Could I get your autograph, please?"
Noticing that Wonbin was uneasy, Woo-Seok intervened. He picked up a marker from a nearby counter, took a blank piece of paper from the table, and signed it. "I'll sign this for him as his CEO," he said, handing it back.
Surprised, Wonbin asked, "CEO?" Woo Seok said yes and talked about an audition at 4 pm the next day, then took Wonbin's phone to possibly put in the company's contact details.
Wonbin spent 12 days working hard on a dance for his audition, choosing SHINee's "Don't Call Me" for his performance.
. Wonbin knew the song's main part was hard, but he was sure he could do it like he used to in training. Wonbin played the music over and over, took breaks, and lay on the dance studio floor without much rest.
While taking deep breaths to relax, Wonbin grabbed his water bottle, opened it, and had a few sips. He then carefully put it down beside him. Next, he made sure his phone was securely in his pocket. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see the dance instructor and the person who owned the studio standing right in front of him.
"Hey, good-looking," he began, speaking with his mouth full of minty gum. "Just like always, remember that a session for two hours is going to cost you." His chewing was loud and clear as he reminded the young man of the usual arrangement.
He searched his pockets only to find them empty. Looking up at the man, he spoke softly, a bit embarrassed. "I used up all my money for my audition," he explained, hoping the man would accept his situation. His voice was quiet, reflecting his worry about not having any cash on him.
The man let out a dismissive scoff and started poking Wonbin's chest, showing his disdain. "You're just like all those kids who suddenly decide they want to be idols," he said, his tone mocking. "In the end, you won't achieve anything. You might find yourself in a situation where you're selling drugs just to get by, while you watch those wealthy girls and their privileged friends make way more money than you ever will." His words were harsh, painting a grim picture of a future where Wonbin's dreams didn't lead to success.
Suddenly, a hand shoved the man, making him fall to the ground. Wonbin looked up and saw standing by the door. Woo-Seok stepped on the man's hand, and the man couldn't help but yell out in pain. In a show of spite, Woo-Seok bent down and tossed some money. The bills fluttered down, landing right on the man's face. The scene unfolded quickly, with Woo-Seok making a point in a rather bold and dismissive way.
Woo Seok glared at the man on the ground and issued a stern warning. "If you ever dare to touch my employee with your dirty, creepy hands again, I won't hesitate to cut those hands off," he said with intensity. "And I'll go as far as to turn them into soup for my dog." As he said this, Woo Seok pressed his shoe down even harder on the man's hand, driving his point home with physical force. His words were fierce, making it clear he would protect his trainees at all costs.
The man's voice was filled with more pain as he struggled to pull his hand away. In his frustration and agony, he thought to himself, “Who does this asshole think he is? “
Wonbin, feeling unwell and not wanting trouble, pulled Woo Seok away and asked to leave, with Woo Seok following him out.
Woo-Seok glanced at the time on his watch and realized it was getting late. He turned to Wonbin with a small, emerging smile and made a friendly suggestion. "How about we go for a drink? What do you think - do you like soju, or would you prefer wine?" His voice was light, and the smile on his lips showed he was trying to make the situation more relaxed and pleasant. It was a simple gesture,
As they were driving, Wonbin glanced up at Woo Seok, who was behind the wheel of a very fancy car. He couldn't help but notice how costly the car looked, which was a bit too extravagant for his own taste. Breaking the silence,
Wonbin remarked,
"Back there, you kind of looked like a gangster."
Woo Seok was quiet for a moment after Wonbin's comment. The car's engine hummed softly in the background, filling the silence. Then, turning slightly towards Wonbin, he finally spoke. "I learned boxing back when I was in the States," he said, his voice calm and matter-of-fact.
He looked over at Woo Seok with interest. "Oh, really? What state were you in?" he asked
Woo Seok began to open up as they drove. "I was living in Georgia," he started, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "I stayed there with a relative who needed my help." He paused, as if gathering his thoughts, then continued. "During that time, I met someone special. We had an amazing connection, and believe it or not, we're still in touch."
He glanced briefly at Wonbin, then back at the road. "But things didn't go smoothly. There was a mix-up, a kind of misunderstanding between us." Woo Seok’s tone turned a bit more somber. "She once saw me at a train station with another woman. It wasn't what it looked like, but it caused a problem. We drifted apart after that."
While telling the story, Woo Seok drove into a winery's driveway and parked. The chauffeur took his keys and opened the car door for Wonbin. As Wonbin stepped onto the street, he looked up towards the lights.
Entering the place felt surreal to Wonbin. When he was part of One and Only, he couldn't really go out or hang out with friends, especially for drinks, because it might lead to rumors or 'shipping' by fans.
He whistled in amazement, impressed by both the outside and inside of the place.
"Is this the sensation of being wealthy?" Wonbin whispered amongst himself
Sitting opposite Woo Seok, he handed over a paper titled "contract" in bold. "Don't sign immediately, but consider it," he suggested. Wonbin looked suspiciously at the contract, glancing between it and Woo Seok. After a moment of thought and a sigh of resignation, he signed the contract.
"I'll sign it, but with certain conditions," he said, folding his arms on the table and taking a sip of the white wine beside him.
Before responding, Wonbin noticed Woo Seok's phone lighting up with a call. Woo Seok stepped away to answer it, leaving Wonbin alone at the table. As Wonbin waited, swaying to the background music from a classical trio, he suddenly experienced a whiplash sensation and began hearing voices in his head repeating the word
"Junji…"
Feeling lightheaded, Wonbin tapped his head and abruptly stood up, slamming his hands on the table and shouting "Stop it!" This outburst caught the attention of everyone around, including Woo Seok, who quickly returned to him. Meanwhile, the classical music continued playing.
After quickly finishing his drink, Wonbin felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning, he saw Woo Seok, who looked at him with concern and asked, "Does this happen often?"
Without responding to Woo Seok, Wonbin stood up, paid half of his bill, and left the winery. On his way out, he accidentally bumped into a woman. They exchanged glances, recognized each other, and then looked away. As he exited the question arose.
"Who was that woman?"
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Choose Your Own Adventure
(as always Links are in the end of the post for the last chapter)
I loved writing this! I think it's a good plot turn! Hope you like it too! Feedback is appreciated!
Story beyond this point!
Sam and Bobby made their way to the center of the maze, both of them dwelling on Taylors’ scream. Sam had to fight back tears, wishing that Taylor wasnt’ in too much pain or worse. Taking random turns, left, right, left, right over and over again they finally found the center. Turning around the last right, Sam sprinted towards Rowan and Hazel! “I thought you were dead, that the monster had gotten you!” Sam said, choking on tears. Hazel embraced Sam gently and assured that they were fine.
After the group had settled down a bit Rowan asked where Taylor was, “did you see them? Did you see anything weird while in the maze? Where did you pop up? And Who is this?” Sam realized they never introduced Bobby. “Oh this is Bobby, he came into the maze to help us.” Sam looked down, not making eye contact and whispered, “While we were looking for you we heard Taylor scream and then silence. The monster probably got to them.”
“A monster-um okay…What monster? And why are we here? Why did the outside world disappear?” Bobby explained again the town's ritual, the seal, and how the four were sacrificed. “So, if we are to be eaten and all we need to do is break the seal, why don't we break it now?” Hazel questioned. The four of them looked towards the symbol on the plaque. It looked like black marble with a red symbol on it and was shining. The symbol looked like it had liquid in it moving, almost like a blood vessel.
Bobby looked at the symbol and touched it feeling a zap through his finger, shocked he fell back in surprise. He struggled to sit up and said, “What the hell? I saw something. I saw three more symbols that were in the maze forming a triangle around this one.” The three looked at him with confusion and terror. He went on, “I don't know how i know this but, we need to break the three other seals first before this one. It didn't show me where the seals are located unfortunately. And there’s one more thing. Only four of us can leave after breaking the symbol, the fifth one of us has to,” He paused and swallowed hard, “the fifth one of us needs to die to break the seal.”
Sam, Rowan, and Hazel looked at Bobby with suspicion, he just magically knew? But they had to take his word for it since there was nothing they could do to get out of the maze. Rowan broke the silence, “Well I’m not dying, and neither are Sam, Rowan, and Taylor it looks like it has to be you.”
Bobby shot up and pushed Rowan, “Look I’m not dying either, one of you are!” He pushed Rowan to the ground and took out a knife, “I’m not dying.” The other two pushed him off and said in unison, “Us four are living. You're not!”
Bobby replied, “Well, I saw Taylor is alive. So good luck finding where the monster is.” He took off into the maze with one last word, “It’s Taylor or me. I'll find Taylor first, I’m going to get out.”
The three turned to each other with Hazel saying, “We need to find Taylor before Bobby does.” The group agreed and Hazel went on, “If Bobby was telling the truth, then we also need to break the symbols. So do we try to find Taylor first or break the seals?”
Their choices were,
Try to find Taylor
Break the seals first.
https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716212039957315584/i-have-to-add-that-there-will-be-reading-in-the?source=share (starting post)
https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716334914436497408/choose-your-own-adventure?source=share( 1st post)
https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716427608586321920/choose-your-own-adventure?source=share (2nd post)
https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716427608586321920/choose-your-own-adventure?source=share (3rd post)
https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716521280771424256/choose-your-own-adventure?source=share (4th post)
https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716612292854382592/choose-your-own-adventure?source=share (5th post)
https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716702987461050368/choose-your-own-adventure?source=share (6th post)
https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716793684698480640/choose-your-own-adventure?source=share (7th post)
https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716884979014139904/choose-your-own-adventure?source=share (8th post)
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Ok I was originally gonna write how I wanna go back to Eddsworld and do stuff for it again but felt out of the loop with the modern fandom and shit but ended up being a rant about how I hate Beyond so like gonna write this again but keeping part of the rant cause i need to share how much i cant stand Beyond again
So like I wanna come back to Eddsworld cause as much as it was a dumpster fire for me it was my first real fandom I was apart of online so it holds a place in my heart. I mean probably technically whatever I did on Framecast was my first ever online fandom space but shhhh that dont count i was but a wondering traveler looking for my place in the world. It actually got me into Eddsworld someone made a animation to Youth by Daughter and had me hooked. But still was very important to me and my art development.
Its so crazy to me cause i was into Eddsworld HARD in the 2016-2020 era where alot of the ig modern fandom was born i watched cities fall and crumble I was deep in the amino trenches, Pork Sodaing and seeing so much historical fandom events happen before your eyes. I was watching everyone consume every piece of Prince of Mints and Moho art I was a sucker for them which probably wasn’t okay for like a 5th grader but i definitely turned out all right /j.
I left for a little bit on and off cause Hetalia was choking me and like keeping me prisoner but like it still had a place in my heart for it but like ya know i still was there but idk now I just dont find the same spark anymore from the first go around. Something changed and maybe cause i just had my tastes change and maybe cause my ex-best friend was making fun of my oc all the time but i made him when i was like 11 and figuring out identities and ways to express yourself without sticking to the gender norms and dealing with alot of stuff at the time i finally caved and just didn’t feel the same any anymore about the show.
Cause I loved that fandom more than anything but, I don’t know I just don’t know how to get back that spark and go frolic in the fields with my TomTordOc love triangle of my 5th grader dreams and just be cringe and free and feel joy again but I just cant enjoy the material anymore like THEY ARE MASSACRING MY BOYS WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO THEMM
It doesn’t hit the same and i know i dont need to consume Beyond i doubt anyone actually does at this point but i cant stand beside while they murder everything i loved about the Classic and Legacy eras.
Also just, I think I hit a road block with it too like, I got stuck on where to do and what to do with Eddsworld like. I make aus i made ocs i made a ask blog i made animatics, now what? And like idk i felt weird and like stuck in the mud with them. Also just had the friend falling out who was also the co-creator of the ask blog so now i dont know how to pick it back up all by myself again but them again i really was just doing it by myself all the time anyway so i just have to figure out how to get back into the swing of things
I have some ideas for aus and maybe just finally be free and bring my oc back from the grave for realsies and make you all consume it but, I don’t know. Im scared to come back cause also weirdly alot of the new fans are younger than me or the older fans are older than me so its kinda awkward, also im just awkward im scared to talk to people online, there is and were some people i desperately wanted to be friends with both in and out of Eddsworld but im too scared and either just watch from afar or abuse the Anonymous function in ask boxes. 
If i cave enough i might come back to Eddsworld to at least finish my lore for the ask blog cause IM SORRY I LEFT YALL HANGING I HAD SCHOOL AND THEN JUST FORGOT ABOUT IT but forever haunted by the people who like every single post and then i get excited cause i see like 99+ notes waiting for me and i think one of my new posts blew up but no its just the ew boys who screw around likes and reblog and the occasional comment
One day ill return to my rightful birthplace and one day I shall be free and one with nature and draw as much as I want for it and as many ocs i want without someone telling me its cringe or make more for the ask blog or hell start doing animation and animatics again
Ok here is the Beyond rant now if you wanna read it
I feel the difference between Beyond and Legacy is that, Beyond is trying to horriblycopy their older brothers Classic and Legacy and almost dumb it down a bit with more childish humor, and Legacy takes inspiration from Classic: It’s different but a natural difference/evolution. Or the fact a whole new guy was writing it all with a slightly different style so he wrote what he knew idk maybe a bit of a factor idk
Also i cant stand the Tord bait sorry I cant, especially when they used to like get annoyed by the fandom by asking and then just realized he was a cash cow so like now we get Tord merch and the hints and Tori and the skit with the cavemen like OMG TORD- and he got crushed by a rock thanks gang, cause like dude I think as much as we love Tord like maybe this go around respect Larson’s choice to like not use him in the series anymore and take him out but like ig that doesn’t apply to merch so yeah lets do one more go around bring out the red one. Or idk maybe they contacted him and was like “yo dude can we like use him for merch” but i dont think that happened. I think it was just better to leave him absent from the show and be like “yeah no Tord guys, no Tord” and we could have all had our thumbs up and be like “Ok Eddsworld Beyond we are okay with that”. Like I know Red October was for charity but idk it still felt weird to use Tord, like could this really not have just been the main 3 or like bring in some deep cut old characters or side characters did we really need Tord here.
#localgardenweed#the weed is rambling#eddsworld#big rant#sorry for the influx of text posts guys i have no art rn to share to the public#i mean ive been drawing but its a bunch of like irl friend group au stuff and idk if we wanna share it to tumblr dot com yet
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Random thought, but do you think in an AU Kiba would be like a wild barbarian that lives in the forest surrounded by nature? I feel like he'd be really feral and Akamaru would be his loyal companion!
yesss, i said he'd fit either a war general or a barbarian in a royalty AU; both are very suitable. thoughts below!!
i actually talked about a similar kind of thing with a moot; where he's like this completely feral man that you have to teach entirely new mannerisms in order to let him join society ahdhdhdh......... it was so funny, like he doesn't even know how to use utensils, wearing 'normal people' clothes bothers him and the collar chokes him up, he feels weird sleeping in an extremely soft bed with all the big, feathery pillows, so he sometimes prefers a simple blanket and the floor that's been warmed up right next to the fireplace. that kind of thing.
but yeah, i think he'd also be ruthless; perhaps even more so than general!kiba. rips out people's throats with his goddamn teeth kind of ruthless. roars like a beast while going in for the kill. allows rage to control him and his actions until he's blind with it.
and he scares you; with his burly stature, crude language that you have immense trouble understanding, lack of respect and the red triangle markings on his face that remind you of nothing else but big, deadly fangs and make him look like a heathen. he just always looks so mean; even the brown in his eyes has gone cold because of the hard glare that never seems to leave his face.
and he just doesn't know how to behave either. it's infuriating and frightening, especially because his temper is short; it makes him unpredictable like an animal. he keeps you as his mate, or his wife in your context, even if you barely understand each other because of the language barrier. and as if that wasn't bad enough already, coming to a mutual agreement is seen as nearly impossible, when he gets way too frustrated to even try communicating with you because of said barrier.
and as months pass, you settle on despising him; him and his crude manners and greedy hands and a tongue you can't speak and reach compromise with. but then you catch him enjoying the sunshine with his canine companion one morning, and the opinion you'd previously held for him changes.
the white dog is the only living being he seems to show any form of affection towards. even now, as he sits with it in the tall grass, he's absent-mindedly petting its thick fur with his eyes closed and his head angled towards the sun.
the increasing warmth tints the apples of his cheeks into a slight pink, subduing the otherwise angry crimson that make up the barbaric markings on his face. his tan skin is painted golden because of the special hour; the light even manages to bring out subtle reddish streaks in his otherwise chestnut hair. it's uneven and crudely cut - probably by him - as a means to keep short and fight the fast-approaching summer heat.
and watching - spying on - him like this, you can't help but think that it looks like the sun itself adores him. that mother nature accepts him as one of her own even if he's cruel. he just looks so peaceful and content in that short little moment, his facial features are soft and relaxed for a change, his mouth is missing that firm line of disapproval it constantly dons on whenever other people are around. it's like he's become one with the sun, and the grass, and the gentle breeze that sways its green blades. it's like he's home.
you fall in love with him right then and there despite not wanting to and denying it to yourself for ages. however, it takes you an even longer while to successfully lure out that specific side of him and make it come out to play again.
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Have you sean any Shonda shows aside from Bridgerton? I'm tempted to watch but I'm told they get bad after a few seasons
I have seen... most Shonda shows aside from Bridgerton, I'm afraid lol.
Grey's Anatomy--Obviously has been on for a million years, I have been watching with some off and on periods (currently off but I check in) since... season 2. Grey's Anatomy is a BEAST. It's obviously her biggest show (Bridgerton stans I'm sorry baby but y'all can and probably never will stand up to the cultural BEHEMOTH that is Grey's, which has been on for ALMOST. TWENTY. YEARS. Ugh choke me.) In a lot of ways, Grey's is a standard medical soap, much like E.R. In other ways, it is both better and worse. I will not lie--the DRAMA of the early seasons is amazing. Season 2 of Grey's Anatomy is kinda legendary. Season 1 ending on "and you must be the woman who's screwing my husband?"
Like, whatever you feel about Meredith and McDreamy (they are... something............) the Meredith/Derek/Addison love triangle is something I don't think a lot of shows would attempt today because everything is boring and Cheating Is Evil, which means all of the people in that triangle are Evil and Bad and We Can't Like EvilBad People. Addison is one of my favorite characters on TV, which is why I also watched the entirety of the spinoff, Private Practice, which isn't anything to write home about and they kinda botched Addie at points, but she gets her HEA and I'm good with that part. It has some really emotional moments.
Also, the Denny Duquette arc in season 2 is kind of the sort of TV that everyone should at least watch for like, the history of it all. Cristina Yang is one of the greatest TV characters of all time, imo. (Cristina and Burke... whatever Isaiah Washington is irl, Cristina and Burke were a VERY compelling ship to me back in the day lol. She was his mentee??? He was her boss???? They were both kinda cool operators except they fell in love? It was toxic but it was good.
Scandal is... again, iconic TV, but damn did it fall off. I mean lol, the first two seasons were incredibly compelling TV. I'd watch them again. High drama. I hate Olitz as a couple, but I mean. There was some weird stuff happening in that show, and I did kinda eat it up. B6-13 was weird, but it did bring me Papa Pope, and I loved that nutjob. THE SMARTEST GUY IN THE ROOM. EVIL DAD.
Still Star-Crossed is bad, don't listen to anyone who tries to tell you otherwise, it should've been cancelled when it was lol.
I hate Inventing Anna. I'm glad that the Julia Garner hype seems to be dying a bit, I do not see it for her as this Great Talent at all lol.
How to Get Away with Murder.... Not something she wrote, but it has Shonda all over it. Viola Davis gives the type of performance that like, took the innovation of Olivia Pope to another level. Both were obviously something we really didn't see a lot of on mainstream primetime TV before this, and I think Shondaland does deserve props for making it prominent--the true Black antiheroine, and honestly in both Olivia and Annalise's cases, borderline villainous heroines. Also, it gave me Wes, who I love so much, and Alfie Enoch was so good in this role, and Wes and Annalise's relationship was so like... pseud-maternal/filial, but I also felt like they could kiss at any moment? The kind of dynamic usually reserved for white characters with an older man/younger woman. Season 3 really uhhhh screwed me lol, but the first two seasons, especially the season 1 arc? OOOH COMPELLING.
#this was interesting and therapeutic thank you#it's honestly wild for me to remember that not everyone started watching shonda shows at like 11 and had resulting brainrot#but fwiw i have a 17 year old sibling who regularly rewatches like the first eight seasons or so of grey's lmao#their rule is that they stop watching after the plane crash#which like... tbh is not a bad rule of thumb#i feel like the plane crash was the last Great Grey's Anatomy Disaster#nothing really hit as hard after that#plus before the plane crash p much everyone we cared about passed their boards so lol
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Monday Fic Recs
Hei Xiazi/Xie Yuchen (DMBJ)
Everything For You by thedarksidecupcake
After Xie Yuchen disappears while on an expedition, Hei Xiazi is led to another abandoned ruin just like so many before. There the only trace left of Xie Yuchen's team, is a bloody jacket spelling out a single word:
Death.
Still going in, he is ready to follow in the steps of those before, determined to leave these ruins with one man more than entered.
Though whether Xie Yuchen has reached death or a fate worse than that, Hei Xiazi is about to find out.
This was so great. A fantastic and interesting tomb, mystery, the two idiots each trying to sacrifice themselves to save the other. Excellent stuff.
Thigmotropism by aequoria
He may be a climbing plant, meant to reach for the sky and choke every living thing in his path, but he does not know his destination save for up.
He thinks, now, that perhaps he is also meant for this: curling his tendrils towards the pull of gravity, shaping himself into a gentle arch above Hei Xiazi’s precious head to protect him from the rain. He will catch and digest the insects that bother this man of his, so nothing can touch him save for the earth and the air and the soft brush of leaves.
If you love something well enough, it will always be returned, even if it’s in a form you don’t expect.
This is an absolutely unique and wonderfully written fic. So creative and yet so perfectly in character
Gen (DMBJ)
called your name til the fever broke by ravenditefairylights
“Xiaoge isn’t back yet,” Tianzhen says, and Pangzi can tell he’s frowning without looking at him.
“He’s not?” Pangzi says. “That’s weird, usually he’s—” The sound of the front door opening echoes across the house. “ —back just in time for lunch,” Pangzi finishes, a little unnecessarily. Tianzhen is already moving towards the sound.
“Xiaoge!” Pangzi hears him say, audibly pleased. “You’re back! Where did you—Xiaoge! You’re soaking wet! What happened? And—oh my god, are you bleeding?”
A lovely bit of hurt comfort that was like wrapping up in a cosy blanket
Wu Xie and Pangzi's Bed and Breakfast for Tired Tomb Robbers by daydreamorama
In an Alternative Timeline, Pangzi and Wu Xie didn't meet anyone else on their adventures and they retired early and moved to Rain Village, setting up a bed and breakfast and retreat, and quickly became known in the tomb-robbing world as a place to go if you needed to recover or rest.
After a debilitating accident, that was exactly what Liu Sang needed.
This was so sweet and sad and soft and lovely
A Long Way From Home by alxina and xantissa
All Pangzi wanted to do was sell some information to a broker for a nice sum of money. Or it was what Wu Xie wanted and Pangzi was doing it for him, as usual. He even agreed to go all the way to Siberia for the exchange. It was cold and remote and of course the deal went to shit the moment he arrived, landing him in a tiny cell and beaten black and blue. He wasn't worried. He knew rescue was coming.
When it arrived, it definitely wasn't what he expected.
I can't believe I hadn't read this before. One of my favourite series, featuring two of my favourite characters? Obviously I loved it.
Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling (DMBJ)
trade all my yesterdays (for just one more tomorrow) by onyxsphinx
A snapshot in the life of the Iron Triangle in retirement.
I never get tired to reading domestic retired Iron Triangle. This was lovely.
Wang Pangzi/Zhang Qiling (DMBJ)
Once you called I'll be fallin' to your warm embrace by bimingjue
Xiaoge comes to Pangzi's rescue once again. Pangzi mentions for the millionth time that he needs to start keeping Xiaoge on his belt. Xiaoge makes it happen.
Absolutely adorable
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Movie Night (Dipper, Wendy)
Summary: While explaining how Mabel defeated Bill, Dipper accidentally reveals his sensitivity to Wendy, who takes immediate advantage. (Based on a lovely prompt by the lovely @veryblushyswitch! Enjoy!)
Their weekly movie nights were something that Dipper looked forward to immensely. He and Wendy took turns showing one another their favorite films and discussing whatever was new in their lives. Usually, it was Wendy catching him up on her friend group, while Dipper informed her of the crazy things he and Mabel had encountered.
“Wait, so what happened at Mabel’s puppet show?” Wendy asked, lounging back on the couch. “From the audience it just looked like she wrote a bad ending, but I know her better than that.”
Dipper gave a shudder. “Long story. You remember that guy I told you about, Bill?”
Wendy nodded. “Demon triangle guy? Yeah, that rings a bell,” she replied.
“Well, he was trying to get my journal and possessed me to try and get it. Mabel was using the journal as a prop in the show, and I was like a ghost that no one could see or hear, so I possessed one of Mabel’s puppets and told her what was happening, so she went after Bill in my body to keep him from getting it,” Dipper explained, trying to sum the ordeal up in a quick and simple manner, though it was a tough situation to sum up. “Being in my body made him basically human, so he could feel stuff he normally wouldn’t.”
Wendy raised an eyebrow. “Jeez dude, the whole possession thing does not sound fun,” she said, patting his arm sympathetically. “So he basically had the limitations of your body and couldn’t do any weird demon stuff?”
“Yeah, sort of! I actually hadn’t slept very well leading up to that, so he was exhausted and couldn’t even run properly,” he said. “Mabel caught on that he would have all the same weaknesses as me, so she just tickled him to get the upper hand.”
That made Wendy perk up, mischief glinting in her eyes. “You’re ticklish?”
Oh no.
Feeling his face burn, Dipper shook his head. “No! I mean, a little, I guess? Isn’t everyone, though? But like, you don’t need to test it, just take my word for it,” he babbled, scooting back against the arm of the couch, eyes wide.
The redhead advanced on him with a wild grin, looking almost predatory in a way that should have scared Dipper, but instead it only made his stomach flip with anticipation.
“You’ve spent so much time with the strange creatures of this town, you didn’t realize one was sitting right next to you all this time,” Wendy said in a playfully menacing tone. “The tickle monster!”
She pounced, and Dipper had no chance of escape one her fingers found his sides. A shout of laughter escaped his lips before he could even try to choke it back. His high-pitched giggles filled the room, flustering him beyond belief. When he was with Wendy, he found himself trying to act much more cool and tough than usual, even if it was clear she saw right through it. Having her discover how ticklish he was definitely did not feel cool, nor tough.
“Woah,” Wendy said. “You’re like, more ticklish than all of my brothers combined.”
Dipper felt his blush spreading to the tips of his ears. “Shuhut up!”
Wendy gave a gasp of mock offense. “Where are your manners? It seems like Stan is rubbin’ off on you,” she said. “You’re in no position to be so rude, you know.”
Her nimble fingers moved their assault to his belly, scribbling away. His t-shirt provided basically no protection from the unbearable sensation, making Dipper squeal (although he would deny it until his dying day).
Wendy laughed along with him, clearly enjoying the power trip it provided. “C’mon, what’s your worst spot? What part of you is so ticklish that a demon couldn’t handle it, huh?”
Dipper shook his head rapidly, which effectively knocked his hat loose. He groaned as it fell to the ground, effectively exposing his messy hair and that stupid birthmark on his head. Although Wendy knew of its existence, he still didn’t like to show it off. She didn’t acknowledge it though, simply continuing her torment of his stomach.
“Oh, don’t be so stubborn. If you don’t tell me, I’ll just ask Mabel, and I’ll be much less merciful if I have to outsource my information,” she teased.
Oh, and Mabel would sing like a canary, he knew it. She had no problem telling Grunkle Stan and Soos any and all embarrassing facts about him, and knew she wouldn’t hesitate to throw him under the bus and reveal his weakest spots, especially to the girl he had a crush on. His sister’s capacity for evil should not be underestimated.
“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you,” he said between laughter and gasps of air. “But you have to stop first!”
Wendy’s fingers stilled immediately, but she still had him effectively cornered on the couch, half pinned by the way her legs sat atop his own, leaving him no chance of escape. As he caught his breath, he resigned himself to the humiliating fate, refusing to meet her eyes.
“I’m waiting,” she cooed in a sing-song voice.
He gave a dramatic sigh. “Under my arms,” he admitted. “But basically everywhere is bad. Mabel used to call me a ‘walking tickle spot’ sometimes.”
Wendy grinned. “Because you were so honest with me, I will grant you mercy. But I am absolutely using this in the future.”
Dipper groaned, burying his red face in his hands. “You’re so mean.”
“Yeah, but you love me,” she said, ruffling his hair before reaching down to grab his fallen hat, placing it back on his head.
His stomach flipped again, although it wasn’t the anticipation that time.
Suddenly feeling brave despite the butterflies, he looked up and met her eye. “Are you ticklish?” he asked.
Wendy’s smirk faltered ever-so-slightly. “Don’t even try, or my revenge will be twice as bad.”
He didn’t listen, and the room was once again filled with their laughter, a tickle fight that Dipper was sure to lose but happy to be in.
Next week’s movie night was sure to be interesting.
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Smashing Pumpkins. Eddie Munson x Reader
Smashing Pumpkins.
I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT
SUMMARY: basically ur a little shit and wont let him help you even though you’re definitely struggling and he keeps asking you to give him the knife but ur just in full goblin mode and wont let him and then you cut yourself a little, and hes like SEEE!!!
18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.
Warnings: fem!reader, little bit of ditsy!reader, Eddie being the sweetest boyfriend, hospital, stitches, blood (reader slices her thumb pretty badly) a doctor (cause ya know, ur in the hospital) IF I MISSED ANYTHING ELSE LET ME KNOW
Word count: 1876
You’re sat in the middle of Eddies living room. Newspaper and a big black garbage bag surround you from where you say, legs splayed out into a V with a very large pumpkin in between them. You wanted to do something really cool and surprise Eddie with it when he came home from work, but the fucker came home early, ruining any chance of surprise. You were elbow deep into the pumpkin, pulling out the cold squishy insides and letting them splat onto newspaper next to you when he walked through the door.
He choked on the song he was humming, slightly startled at your presence, and even more so to see the giant pumpkin between your legs.
“Eddieeee!” You whined, tipping your head back. “You weren’t supposed to be home yet!”
He laughed, setting his things down on the counter before turning to you. “I mean I can leave if that’s what you want?” He said teasingly, thumb pointed to the door behind him.
“No, you can stay” You said mumbling, trying to hide your smile “But you ruined the surprise” You said with a pout, continuing with the squishy insides.
“Was the surprise the giant pumpkin in your lap?” He said shuffling towards the sink in the kitchen, washing his hands thoroughly of any left over grease and dirt from work.
“It might have been” you mumbled. “Well technically it was gunna be the jackolantern I’m turning it into, so you can’t look till it’s done okay?” You said picking up the large kitchen knife next to you and pointing it at him.
He laughed, putting his hands up in surrender, coming over to you, feet balanced on either side of the carpet not covered by pumpkin mess, as he leaned down to kiss you on the forehead.
You giggled. “You look like you’re playing a weird game of twister”
Eddie laughed, tipping his head back and almost losing his balance. “I’m gunna change, please don’t hurt yourself while I’m not in the room” He said with a pointed look.
“I’ve made it this far Munson, I think I can manage” you said smiling.
He rolled his eyes and left, a very dramatic “mhmm” leaving his lips as we went.
You continued gutting your pumpkin until you were satisfied with it’s mostly clean insides, and started on carving it. You really didn’t know what to put on it, and you didn’t really have the artistic abilities, to do something more creative, so you decided on making the pumpkin look as silly as possible. An all too happy pumpkin to sit outside of the Munsons home. You laughed to yourself as you started on its eyes, classic triangles.
When Eddie came back out, you had the pumpkin as close to you as you could get it, practically under your chin as you concentrated on guiding the knife back and forth through its thick skin.
Eddie audibly cringed when he saw the way you were handling the knife. “Baby can I do that for you?” He asked sweetly.
“M'fine Eds I got it” You said huffing, blowing a few strands of hair away from your face.
He tapped his fingers on his thighs. “What about using a smaller knife? It might be easier” he said taking a step towards you, slowly like you were a small animal that was going to get spooked at any sudden movement.
“They don’t cut as well as this one” You said with a grunt, the knife finally going through to the other side.
“You’re going to hurt yourself” arms crossed, like a parent scolding a child.
You looked up at him through your lashes. “You look like Steve” You said with a smirk, and he immediately dropped his hands to his sides, shoving them into his pockets.
“Can I please do it for you?” He almost begged.
“If you take one more step I will stab you I swear” You said laughing, holding the knife up to point it at him again, a harmless threat because in actuality you would never hurt that soft boy intentionally. “I know how to use a Knife Edward, I’m not gunna hurt myself, I’ve carved a pumpkin with much worse”
Cringing at his full name he huffed. “Cause that’s exactly what I need to hear to reassure me of your safety” He said rolling his eyes and turning towards the kitchen.
You mocked him in a high pitch voice before stabbing the knife into the pumpkin once more “You worry too much, I’m very mu- Shit” You cut yourself; sliced the side of your thumb from where your hand was holding the pumpkin steady, the knife slipping out a little too much with your last pull, slicing the meaty side of your thumb. Dropping the knife haphazardly you wrapped your hand around your thumb with a whimper, afraid to look at the damage.
“You cut yourself didn’t you?” Eddie said coming to your side quickly.
“N-no” You stuttered, eyes big and watery, bitting down on your bottom lip.
“Can I see?” he asked softly, tentative hands on top of yours. Looking down you saw blood dripping down the palm of your hand and your heart beat quickened slightly. Letting go of your thumb slowly, your hand sticky with the warm substance, you realized you cut yourself a lot deeper than you thought. You shoved your hand back around your thumb tightly, doing a breathing exercise to try to keep yourself calm. Eyes back on Eddies, his softened at your expression, one hand coming to cup your cheek, brushing away the tears that began rolling down your flushed cheeks. “Hey you’re okay baby, were gunna wrap it up nice and tight, and just take a little trip to the emergency room okay?”
You whimpered and shook your head ‘no’ in response, words stuck in your throat, unable to get anything coherent out.
“It’ll be okay, promise” he said standing up and walking into the kitchen, returning to the floor next to you with a baby blue tea-towel in hand. “Here, c'mon, we gotta wrap your hand up babe” when you hesitated to give him your hand, afraid of losing more blood.
“I’ll be quick yeah?” He said reaching one of his hands out. You took a deep breath, leaning towards him and freeing your thumb from your hand, looking away while he swiftly wrapped the towel around it. He grabbed your other hand, bringing it back to your now wrapped hand, and squeezed your fingers, encouraging you to hold the towel tightly in place. You winced a little, a few more tears escaping when you finally opened your eyes.
“Alright up you get” Eddie said holding onto your elbows while you leaned them into his palms, steadying yourself as you stood up. Helping you into your shoes, Eddie knelt in front of you, quick fingers looping the old laces of your converse, wrapping one of his sweaters over your shoulders and leaning you to his van. Hopping up onto the ledge with you he made sure you were safe in your seat, leaning over you to buckle in your seatbelt before heading to the drivers side.
The wait wasn’t as long as you thought it might have been, and by the time a doctor finally saw you, your thumb had mostly stopped bleeding. Still from it being so deep, the doctor decided to give you two stitches, knowing it would heal faster this way.
“Alright if you would just turn your head, maybe look at your boyfriend there, I’m going to numb your thumb so I can stitch you up”
“Oh god” You mumbled, turning to Eddie, your free hand holding tightly onto the fabric of his shirt, in the centre of his chest. He brought both of his hands to yours, warm and large as they wrapped around it.
“You got this babe, it’ll be quick don’t worry” He leaned forward to kiss you on the forehead, his subtle attempt to loosen the tightness of your furrowed brows, creasing in the middle.
You felt the doctor take your hand, almost as gently as Eddie had touched it earlier, but you could tell it was more strategic verses being comforting.
“If you could just take in a nice deep breath for me” The doctor said calmly, and you did as you were told. Inhaling deeply, almost hurting your lungs with how much air you pulled in you groaned at the sharp pinch in your thumb, clenching your teeth together and leaning forward until your head rested on Eddies chest, just above your still clenched fist.
“Jesus, fuck, christ, shit, bitch, tit that hurts” You spat out the words, mostly muffled by Eddies chest. He tried not to laugh at your choice of expletives and how your feet were stomping quickly on the white tiled floor.
Within less than a minute, you were stitched back together, and wrapped up with a now comically large white gauzed thumb. You felt stupid, a little embarrassed, and a bit hungry. Unusually quiet on the drive home until Eddie turned to you briefly, before looking back at the road. “What’s up buttercup?”
Tears welled up in your eyes, and you felt silly for being emotional about it; maybe it was the adrenaline wearing off but still. “M'sorry” You said quietly.
Eddie turned to you again, a few times in a row to take in your expression while still driving safely. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for my love” he reached over with one hand, petting the hair away from your face, hand resting gently on the back of your head. You turned to face him, cheek pressing agaisnt the skin of his wrist.
“You don’t think I’m stupid?”
He snorted. “Hardly, you’ve hurt yourself in weirder ways”
“Never needed stitches though” You said with a pout, very much feeling sorry for yourself. “Oh god did I leave blood in your house? What if Wayne sees it and thinks you really did kill someone this time, oh no”
Eddie laughed hard at that one, it was loud and throaty, his hand returning to the steering wheel as he turned back down the road of the trailer park. “You know he wont be home until way later, and besides, you really didn’t bleed all that much, just a little much”
“Just a little much?” You repeated with a smile, cheeks sticky from leftover tears.
Eddie held up two fingers, his index and his thumb giving you a visual of how much blood actually came out. You rolled your eyes at him and laughed, unclipping your seatbelt and sliding out of his van, being extra cautious of your thumb, holding it against your chest for maximum protection.
Coming around to your side of the van, Eddie wrapped his arm around your shoulder, leading you back to the trailer. “Can I help you carve the damn thing now?” he asked, opening the door and letting you in first.
“Nah, I think we should smash it, I’m mad at it now” You said staring at the pumpkin through slitted eyes, hoping it could sense your hatred through your look.
“Smashing pumpkins huh? Sounds metal, I’m in” He said with a grin.
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ introduction
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uhmmmm wow! now that i'm writing this my mind has gone blank.
alright, take two!
hello! hi! good day! my name is Sam, you can call me whatever the fuck you want ^^.
this is a nsfw account, because i'm horny and i can do whatever i want! i'm 18 and i may have or may have not been planning this introduction for about a week...!
i also rlly like weed! in case that makes me more attractive?
i have certain bad k!nks (haha uhm cnc and choking) due to trauma an stuff. if you find that creepy or weird, i'm sorry 4 causing you mental pain (unless ur secretly into that we could have a secret rivals to lovers!!!!!) oh my god what am i talking about
im just gonna
normal (nsfw tumblr standards) k!nks : hurt/comfort, love triangle (is that what its called? like multiple people), aftercare, praise, petnames. (these are my favorite tbh)
"other" k!nks that im scared to state : hurt/no comfort (lmao you thought you could punish me by no comfort? jokes on you LOL), cnc, choking/strangling, light pain, MAYBE knifeplay. maybe. kidnapping, biting/marks, breeding.
haardddd no get AWAY : HEAVY gross k!nks (diapers, watersports, etc. i dont k!nkshame, i have weird ones too, but do NOT try and get me to play along.) minors (obv this is a n$fw acc...), homophobes, raceplay (ew ew ew!), racists, socially misogynistic.
if i have bad english, grammar issues, or misspells, im so sorry!
i might redo this later, i added too many silly comments. i can talk alot, im sorry bout that sir/maam/random person on the internet in a fancy way!
im bisexual w/ a pref 4 women, but men are pretty too, so i dont care, whoever likes me pls like me
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**MINORS DNI!!!!!! NUH UH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NSFW FUCKING BLOG IM NOT TRYING TO BE MEAN ITS JUST BAD FOR YOU AND ME!!!!!!!!!!!!1**
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I don’t know if you’ve answered this question before, but why do you think some characters have been so sidelined in the last season? Especially Will (my fav) in both s3 and s4; Jonathan in s4; and it’s not only the sidelining, it’s that they almost haven’t been written at all. Joyce in s3 and s4 just didn’t feel like a main character anymore, and after ST had exploited her popularity to hype s1? I kinda blame it on ageism tbh. Mike, a character I loved at first sight, has been going downhill since s3; he had a lot of screentime there but in s4 he’s not only sidelined but also, still, deprived of character development. I wonder sometimes what the Duffers are doing? I feel like they just don’t care about these characters, Will in particular and Jonathan in the last season. Sometimes I think that maybe they didn’t really know what to do with their characters but I know that can’t be true — they created these characters and they can decide to give them good arcs and screentime. Idk, it just really doesn’t sit right with me and it makes me question the Duffers’ capacity. This goes hand in hand with some very weird writing choices — have Will fall for Mike of all people just to, I don’t know, add unnecessary drama as if being gay in the ‘80s wasn’t already enough? Use his love to prop up a straight relationship? I just really don’t get it, and being queer myself, I felt kinda disappointed. And don’t get me started on the whole stancy storyline. Even if they felt the need to give Steve and Nancy (Steve in particular) some kind of closure, there was no need to bring the love triangle back in, even if they wanted to show Nancy and Jonathan struggling in their relationship (which was already showed in s3 and I thought it was great even though it seems most people found it boring). We didn’t get any Byers family scenes with El — I get that her arc this season required that she’d feel unloved/misplaced, but they could have given us anything, even Joyce reaching out and her not responding would have been fine; and later have Will and Jonathan say something too while she’s being choked by Vecna. Every time I think about these kinds of things to maybe find a reason why they decided to proceed like that, it just doesn’t make any sense to me. It’s their show, their decisions: they have all the power to write good storylines and actually give their characters meaningful narratives. Idk if I’m being too harsh, I have to say I really loved Max’s storyline this season and Lucas’ as well (another character that deserved more screentime and his arc had to be given more attention and depth). Generally, though, I feel ST has been a letdown. I can’t really keep my expectations high for the next season.
There’s a lot here, but “I feel like they just don’t care about these [i.e. some] characters” gets at it I think. Instead of writing for each character consistently and somewhat equally, they both developed clear faves, the faves tended to turn towards comedy and changed the tone and focus of the show, and they kept bringing in new characters, while sidelining multiple OGs. It really makes no sense.
I’m still mystified by how much they’ve sidelined the Byers family, though. They bring such heart, but it feels like part of shifting the focus of the show away from subtle character moments. I agree a lot of the writing choices have been v baffling! I really hope there are real Byers fam and Byers-Hopper fam scenes in s5. And more equal character writing and plots across the board.
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i’m reading the final gambit and i’m barely 25 pages in but i’m gonna say one thing
if grayson and eve start dating im gonna lose my damn mind there’s no way that’s how they’re ending the love triangle im gonna scream
like he’d clearly only be dating her because she’s the closest thing to emily he has and that’d be weird on SO MANY LEVELS
also i want my averygrayson and i want it now.
*edit** i read the book, glad to see they never dated. emily can choke. grayson deserved better.
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