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[steddiealltheway]

Rockstar AU in which Corroded Coffin is slowly becoming more and more famous to the point that Dustin and Mike are STRESSING that after this next concert, the tickets will go through the roof with their pricing. So they have to go now.

Lucas isn’t as big of a fan, but he still wants to go. And Will takes any opportunity he can to hang out with Mike so he joins in on the need to go.

They all realize that they can’t drive, and someone will have to take them.

So they go about nagging Nancy who outright refuses no matter what they bribe her with. Jonathan apologizes because he has work that night and can’t call out.

All the boys agree that there’s no way they’re asking their parents.

Dustin reluctantly offers up Steve as their last option.

“No fucking way!” Mike yells. “He’s so fucking lame and probably doesn’t even know what Corroded Coffin is! I’d rather have my mom take us!”

Lucas points out that if Mrs. Wheeler goes, she will tell all the other moms about it, and the lead singer and guitarist Eddie Munson is known for his… unhinged theatrics.

Will hesitantly says, “I wouldn’t mind if Steve goes with us.”

Mike’s eyes snap to him. Will shrugs. Dustin prays that this will be enough.

“Fine.” Mike gives up. “But if they kick us out because of him, I’ll never let you live this down!”

“Mike, that doesn’t even make sense,” Lucas comments.

“He hasn’t even agreed yet,” Dustin reminds them, already heading out the door to ride over to Steve’s and ask. The others trail behind him.

“Like he’ll have any other plans,” Mike sneers.

The ride over is filled with Mike making rude remarks and the other boys asking what his fucking problem is.

“I just don’t want Eddie thinking we’re lame!” He finally confesses, praying that the cool air is enough to blame for the flush on his face.

Will catches his eye, and Mike nearly falls off his bike. Luckily, he can play it off since they’ve made it to Steve’s.

Dustin is ushered forward because he’s the favorite. He knocks and Steve almost immediately answers.

“Steve! Dude! How are-”

“Nope,” Steve immediately says, jutting his hip out, leaning against the doorframe.

Dustin gapes. “I didn’t even ask anything.”

Steve crosses his arms and looks around the group. “I know that look. It’s the ‘we need a babysitter’ look. I’m not doing it this time.”

Dustin pushes past him and the others follow behind him into the house.

“Hey hey hey! I didn’t even- take off your shoes at least!” Steve yells after them.

Will already has his shoes off while Mike rolls his eyes at Steve, begrudgingly taking his shoes off. Lucas apologizes. Dustin doesn’t even bother to untie his shoes.

“You have to take us to this concert. You owe me,” Dustin says.

“Owe you for what?”

“For… for telling me my hair looked good at the snowball dance!” Dustin exclaims proudly, complimenting himself on his improvisation skills.

All the other boys rapidly agree with Dustin while Steve tries to argue that it did look good. The conversation derails quickly into a general argument until Mike unexpectedly speaks up, “Alright! Enough.”

He digs through his backpack with alarming urgency and pulls out a picture of… Eddie Munson?

“We need to see him. This may be our only chance! And when I tell you that you were my last option, I mean that you were my last option. I would rather have my fucking dad take us! But they insisted it be you. You have to understand that begging you like this- this is rock bottom for me. But I beg you. Please take us,” Mike finish dramatically thrusting the picture into Steve’s hands.

“Dude, why the fuck do you have a picture of Eddie Munson in your backpack?” Dustin asks and the other boys join in egging him on.

They’re all oblivious to Steve’s little crisis over the image of the metalhead until he suddenly announces, “I’ll do it. I’ll take you guys.”

Dustin immediately yells and hugs him. Lucas and Will hug each other as Mike snatches the image back and stuffs it into his backpack again - face beet red.

“Wait, when is it?” Steve asks breaking the hug.

Dustin stammers out a few, “Well, it’s funny that you asks… so funny actually. Hilarious. Funniest thing I’ve heard all day…” All the boys make their way to the front door.

“Dustin…”

“It’s tomorrow night at ten! We’ll be here at nine!” Dustin yells immediately rushing out the door and slamming it behind him.

The boys all laugh as the rush to their bikes, hearing Steve yell, “Always the goddamn babysitter!”

-:-:-:-:-:-

Nevertheless, Steve rushes into his car at 9:05, while Dustin and Mike scream that they’re going to be late as if it’s the end of the world. About ten minutes into the ride, Mike finally notices what Steve is wearing.

“Uh, Steve. Please tell me you have something on under that,” Mike groans.

Steve glances down at his yellow sweater and asks, “What’s wrong with this?”

This sends Mike spiraling while Dustin laughs, “You’re joking, right? Tell me you’re joking.”

Steve shakes his head. Dustin joins in with Mike’s breakdown.

When they get there, Steve realizes what they mean. In the venue - that is on the surprisingly smaller side - there isn’t a single person who isn’t sporting either a t-shirt from the latest album Hellfire or wearing all black.

Steve sticks out like a sore thumb. The people around him give him looks, but he doesn’t really care since he’s never heard of Corroded Coffin. Besides, with him standing a few rows away from the stage, there’s no way the band would spot him.

The opening band is alright and gets the crowd really going to the point where Steve can see why none of the kids wanted one of their parents to bring them. He gets lost in the general vibe of the place, reminding him of a way more intense version of the big high school parties he used to go to. He knows Dustin would kick him in the shins if he told him that.

Once the opening band walks off stage, the lights go out, startling the audience. “What the hell-” Dustin says before loud chords play out with a flash of lights.

Steve catches Will and Mike holding hands in one flash and in the next they’ve broken away with red faces.

Steve would laugh fondly at the pair, if there wasn’t a sudden spotlight on Eddie Munson. And fuck he’s gorgeous. His eyes flicker over the crowd, and Steve swears that his eyes narrow when he looks toward him, but there’s no way he can see anything in the spotlight.

He sings into the mic, and Steve’s heart beats a little faster. Thank you kids for making him take them here.

A few songs in, Steve is relaxing into the music which isn’t his usual taste, but there’s something about Eddie that… makes him want to hear more.

There’s an odd pause between songs when Eddie begins talking to the audience. He pulls his hair in front of his mouth and is… oddly adorable. He seems to get flustered by the crowd while simultaneously radiating with all the praise.

He introduces each band mate and gives them a look before saying, “They’re going to kill me for this, but we’re going to do something new tonight.”

One member - Gareth - gives Eddie a look like not again.

The audience waits in anticipation for Eddie to announce whatever scheme he’s thought up. “Ladies, gentlemen, and everything beyond and in between… we’re going to invite someone to the stage.”

Steve laughs as Mike and Dustin fight to get Eddie’s attention.

Eddie takes his time, holding his hand above his eyes to block out the stage lights and actually observe the audience. Eddie laughs darkly into the mic. “I won’t lie to you guys. I had this person picked out from the moment I saw him. Welcome Mr. Yellow Sweater to the stage!”

Steve’s heart drops in his chest and everyone around him turns to him as if they’re going to murder him - especially Mike. Dustin, Lucas, and Will, on the other hand, excitedly shove him along, ushering him to the stage.

Steve makes his way to the edge of the stage and looks up to see Eddie holding his hand out. Steve takes it and perfectly scales the stage, ending up right up in Eddie Munson’s personal space. “Well, hello there, pretty boy. What’s your name?”

Steve is thankful that only he can hear Eddie’s words. “Steve,” he manages to choke out.

“Steve, please tell me you spilled something on your shirt and this was the only thing left for you to wear,” Eddie says.

Steve looks down at his sweater once again because hey, what’s wrong with his sweater? He shakes his head.

“You keep getting better and better…” Eddie looks him up and down.

The drummer yells, “Eddie! The fans are getting restless. Get on with whatever this is!”

Eddie shoots him a apologetic look and tugs Steve towards the microphone. “Everyone, meet Steve the exact person I pictured when writing this song.” The crowd begins screaming as a few notes ring out. Steve has never heard this song in his life but it somehow sounds familiar.

Eddie pulls a stool forward and whispers, “Take a seat, sweetheart.”

Steve immediately sits down and prays that his face isn’t as red as he imagines it to be. Eddie shamelessly eyes him up and down as he sings some song about a place like Hell called The Upside Down with demobats, strange vines, and what sounds like the budding romance with a stranger.

It’s weird as fuck, but somehow Steve just gets it.

As the final notes ring out, Eddie looks off as if he’s recalling some memory or trying too. He shakes his head and says to the audience, “Let’s give another round of the applause to the poor soul I dragged up here.” The audience roars with applause that confuses the shit out of Steve, but luckily it drowns out Eddie saying in Steve’s ear, “Meet me after the show at the back right door.” He cocks his head towards the back at Steve’s left.

Steve immediately replies, “Okay, but I have four kids with me.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up.

“They’re my… friends.”

Eddie stares at him in disbelief and huffs out a laugh. “You’re full of surprises, Steve. I’m happy to meet them.”

Steve nods at him not knowing what else to do and makes his way to the edge of the stage and hops down. As he makes his way back to the kids he can’t help but think what the fuck just happened.

All the boys are yelling, asking what he said to him and why did he choose him and is he nice and…

“He said he wants to meet us after the show,” Steve says first.

“What did you say to him?!” Mike shouts.

“I told him that we couldn’t because Wheeler here has a strict bedtime.”

All the boys’ jaws drop, and Steve is actually afraid Mike will murder him. “I’m kidding. I said we would,” Steve says nonchalantly leaving out the part where Eddie had rendered him speechless after asking to just see him.

The rest of the concert passes pretty quickly, and Steve tries not to get his hopes up that the winks Eddie gives the audience are all directed at him.

As Eddie wishes everyone a goodnight and makes his way off stage, Steve’s heart starts pounding in his chest. Mike and Dustin are frantically trying to appear cooler than they are while Lucas and Will try to muffle their laughter. Steve guides them towards where Eddie had told him to go, going directly against the flow of everyone exiting the venue. 

Steve looks around, making sure no one else is following them and pushes the door. It swings open and Steve steps through expecting some sort of security to be blocking him but… there’s no one.

There’s a loud shout of “Holy fucking shit!” chanted over and over again down the hall, with more people joining in. Steve follows the noise cautiously until he gets to a door that is slightly cracked. Sounds of squealing, laughter, and floorboards creaking - from what sounds like people jumping up and down - ring out through the crack.

Steve pushes the door open and is met with a startled shout that comes from none other than Eddie Munson. “Man, you’ve got to get better security in this place,” Steve says without thinking but Eddie’s bandmates are nodding in agreement and shouting out things like “That’s what we’ve been telling him!”

Dustin pushes past Steve and gets down on one knee to bow and say, “My lord,” he stands up and continues, “I am Dustin Henderson. Huge fan.” He holds out his hand and giggles as Eddie bows back and shakes it. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Dustin. Never change.”

Dustin’s smile widens into what is an almost terrifying grin of joy. Steve turns to find Mike gaping at Eddie, frozen in place. 

Eddie smiles at Mike and asks, “And you are?”

“Mike,” the boy chokes out. He clears his throat. “Mike Wheeler.”

“Good to meet you, man,” Eddie says, resting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing briefly.

Steve’s heart warms at the interactions, he turns around to find Will and Lucas nearly hiding behind him. He nearly tells them to get a grip, but he knows what it’s like being under Eddie’s gaze for the first time and can’t blame them.

“Eddie, this is Will and Lucas,” Steve introduces them as if Eddie’s one of his friends or something. 

Will blushes when Eddie shakes his hand, and Lucas makes a comment about loving his work which Eddie thanks him for.

“Well,” Eddie says, “I can’t wait to speak to you guys more, but I’m going to request a few minutes with Steve here. If that’s alright?” Eddie holds eye contact with Steve who looks at the other kids first - who are all urging him to say yes with their eyes - then he nods his confirmation. Eddie tries to hold back a smile. “I hope the rest of my band can provide entertainment that isn’t lame.”

“Hey, fuck you, man! What do you mean your band?!” Is the general response from the other members before the four boys are firing questions at them.

Eddie pulls Steve into a small dressing room and closes the door. Steve doesn’t know what he’s expecting but it certainly isn’t Eddie’s response. “I’m so sorry, dude. I- I don’t what came over me up there,” Eddie’s face has dropped and he’s fidgeting with his rings looking endearingly awkward. He continues pacing and going on, “I just saw you, and, really, stage Eddie is a huge flirt, but I’ve never singled someone out like that before. And you clearly aren’t even a fan. Are you a fan?” Eddie questions, eyes narrowed, invading Steve’s personal space.

“I am now,” Steve replies, glad that his charm has suddenly made a reappearance. Eddie blushes and he pulls a strand of hair in front his face. Steve finds him absolutely adorable. 

“I guess I just wanted to apologize... again. You’re just... so familiar, and I needed a closer look. Because... I meant what I said about you. You’re exactly who I pictured and... Fuck, I’m coming on way too strong right now.” Eddie sits down in an uncomfortable looking foldable chair, burying his face in his hands.

“You know,” Steve says slowly approaching Eddie, “I hadn’t even heard of you or your band before those kids showed up at my door yesterday.”

Eddie sarcastically replies, “Thanks.”

Steve shakes his head. “No, that- that’s not what I mean. I mean... I almost didn’t take them here. I truly didn’t want to.”

Eddie looks up and smiles amusedly at Steve. “You’re really digging yourself a deeper hole right now.”

“I-” Steve sighs and grabs the chair closest to him, drags it directly in front of Eddie, and immediately sits across from him, so they’re eye to eye. “I wasn’t going to until Mike showed me a picture of you. And something in me told me I needed to go; you know? That I somehow had to meet you. And that song, man, it was so fucking weird-” Eddie snorts. Steve continues, “But I understood everything you were saying as if it was... weird deja vu or something. I don’t know.”

Eddie holds eye contact with him for a few moments, searching his eyes for any lies. He shakes his head and sighs, “I know exactly what you mean. But maybe we’re both crazy.”

“Maybe,” Steve replies. He boldly grabs Eddie’s hands and holds them in his. He glances down at their hands and smiles. Then, he catches sight of his watch and more specifically the time. He shoots up. “Shit! I have to go. The kids’ parents are going to absolutely kill me if we don’t head back soon.”

Eddie stands and nods at Steve. Neither of them wants to leave each other’s company. Steve frantically looks around and spots a pen. He scribbles his home number onto Eddie’s arm and rushes out of the room. “Guys, we need to head out.”

“What? Why?” Mike asks, and man that kid needs to keep that attitude in check.

“Check the time,” Steve suggests. The boys look at their watches.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Dustin says then turns dramatically towards the group. “Gentlemen, it was lovely meeting you, I can’t wait to see you again one day.” He nods his head and rushes out the door. The other boys hurriedly say their goodbyes and rush out. 

Steve holds eye contact with Eddie for a moment then hurries after the boys. He wonders when he will call. 

(Oh gosh... is this... unfinished??? I meant to finish it. Anyways, Eddie definitely calls Steve and when they meet up again Steve is like “How the hell do you still have my number on your arm?” and Eddie nonchalantly replies, “I got it tattooed so I wouldn’t lose it.”)

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #slight byler #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie rockstar au #homophobia doesn't exist in this universe #simply does not

[gassydumbjocks]

Filthy Animals

Shawn sighs trying to focus on his algebra book again to study as he hears all the noise coming from the living of the apartment he shared with his roommate.

He couldn't have any worse luck than living with the most sexist, grossest, filthiest, and DUMBEST guy he've ever met, Jaden was watching the football match with his bunch of good-for-nothing bros again, or apes, like Shawn liked to call them, filling the house with the obnoxious sound of their dumb laughs and bodily functions, Shawn swore he couldn't pass five minutes without hearing (or smelling, even from his room) a belch or fart those ogres would let out, and then giggle like toddlers cuz it was so much fun for them.

"BOOOOOUUUUURRRRRPPP" the jock lets a fat bassy belch out after drinking a whole can of beer "Woooh Broo! Hahaha, that was a fucking BEAST! ah?" He says joking with his slob peers as they all agreed while watching the game or commenting about the breast or butt from the cheerleader girls they were dating on.

It was already enough for him, as he made his way out of his room decided to confront him, he found him on the couch wearing nothing but his nasty underwear and a hand under it as he scratched his balls casually, Shawn grimaced.

"Y'all will never behave?! I can hear your disgusting noises from my room, You animals!" He said, almost red from rage, but Jaden simply letted a goofy laugh with the dumb smile and look he always had, same with his dudes.

"Lil bro, relax a bit, we're bonding as we men should do, you afraid to cut the cheese or what?" he smirked as he lifted one of his legs and pointed right at Shawn, he grunted and before the poor guy could do anything "Protein fart bomb!".

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!

The putrid stink of the protein combined with the beer and all that food he and his friends were eating hitted Shawn almost immediatly, making him gag and feeling nauseus, wanting to run to the bathroom and throw up, while Jaden was having a good laugh and fist bumping with his all his bros, some even responding with another fart just to bother Shawn more "Damn i fucking stained my briefs with that one hahaha" Jaden said smiling, and it was no joke as even Shawn could see the brown mark on them, horrifying him.

"Ewwww! STOP YOU BRUTE!" He covered his nose "You are an ANIMAL" he hissed giving him a killer look.

"What is your damn problem?" It was then when Jaden got done with his whines and looked at him "Why dont you fucking relax and start acting like a man? You could even join us if you wanted" He offered, for Shawn's surprise, but the nerd was so mad that he made a disgusted face at the idea of it.

"I wouldn't join a group of slobs without manners who only know how to think with their cocks and fart or belch non-stop like fucking pigs, You are so dumb that you cant even count past 10 or say your own names correctly!" He stated, The jocks made overexaggerated gasping sounds, seeming offended by it, Jaden just stared with a neutral expression, his 'you're dead already' look perforing him deeply. Shawn quite started to fear him once he lost his sudden dose of courage.

"We'll see who ends up being the animal here, lil bro" was all the jock said before focus on the game again, leaving Shawn with a bad feeling running throught his spine as he rushed back to his room.

"Idiot... He just wants to scare me" He said as he seated again in his chair to continue his studying for the rest of the night, A little worried tho, for Shawn he just said the truth, but he didn't know what the immature and stinky athlete could do to him, time after overthinking about it he decided go sleep, unaware of the plan the Jocks at the living were making in that moment.

During the next morning, Shawn woke up around 9 am, so he supposed Jaden would probably be at the gym before his training, he got out his room and walked to kitchen to have some breakfast, but to his surprise he was there, still in his undies as always when he was home , eating some brownies from a plate that was in the table, before smiling at the nerdy guy "Brodaah!, you want some of these? My girlfriend brought me brownies cuz she made some for the annual campus event tomorrow, but i can share" he said, as innocently as he could sound, Shawn narrowed his eyes at him and then at the brownies

"If you farted on them i swear i'll throw them to you" he threatened, Jaden rolled his eyes, grabbing another "Bro, grab some, i didn't put anything nor poisoned them, ya paranoid" He said "I left the white chocolate ones for you, i ate the rest"

The pale guy doubted for a sec, but then he thought that Jaden maybe couldn't even be that smart to think on something to ruin the food, he was the last of his class and his IQ didn't pass over 65.

He slowly extended his arm, and picked up a brownie, he sniffed it before "Smells a bit rare... What did she use to bake them?"

Jaden simply proceeded to shrug "they tasted good to me, just try one bruh! You wont regret" The jock said once again, Shawn looked at it unsure of what to do, after some eternal seconds, he sighed and finally bited the brownie, gulping it down his throat once finished

"Eh... Actually it wasn't so bad-" He got interrupted by a huge growl, coming from his deep gut in his stomach, he held it in pain with a hand, and somehow for some reason he started to feel a bit... Bloated.

"What the hell was in that?!" The nerdy guy looked in horror the taller jock, who just dedicated him an evilish and satisfied grin.

"You'll see, lets just wait it does its effect" He said, Shawn tried to run, but he couldn't move neither "This is bullsh-..SHIOOooOOOUUURRRRPP" a wet then deep and smelly belch made its way out of him out of nowhere, but instead of feeling ashamed, that burp seemed to take all the worry out of him and leaving him on a slacking and relaxed state.

"Cool haha" Jaden approached him, seeing the scrawny boy with a lost look standing there "Now we can start... Where should we... You said we were animals, but what if i tell you you are one too? Man, you even smell worse than me, just sniff your pits!"

Shawn proceed to lift his arm and sniff deeply, he showered daily, but now his armpits immediatly took a fetid and rank odor that could make even the strongest faint.

"And you also said we dont have manners, remember? You dumbass, we both know your fumes are deadly, you love to let it rip bruh hahaha"

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRTTTTTT!!

That blast made Shawn's pants vibrate at the bass from that fart, with each gas he letted out, his expression seemed more and more relaxed and drool scaped from his lips.

"You forgot you are such a dumb jock" Shawn made a goofy laugh at that as he scratched his butt.

"Such a dumb and gross jock"

"BOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRP" was Shawn's response this time.

"You truly are an animal, dude, so dumb and filthy i cant imagine how you are even able to talk haha"

"Du... Dumb hahaha" A new deep voice came out of his throat, and then he belched again before grinning stupidly.

"Oh and, for the record" he made a pause "I did farted on those brownies, but just yours man, and Bryan could possibly rubbed them in his ass... And Wesley maybe burped on them too, i dunno, just enjoy the extra flavor haha"

Shawn never felt more dizzy or dazed in all his life, not that it mattered now tho, his life now was being a hot dumb and smelly jock, blasting burps and farts as if it was his own breath, it felt good to be dumb, it felt good to act like a man.

#male burp #male farts #iq loss #macho #dumbing down #male tf #alpha man

[azulock]

hi can you please do sae, karasu, and isagi nsfw hcs?

Listen, you could consider what I wrote Isagi slander, but I know there are a bunch of people out there who'd be into it. Like, dude seems too average to actually be normal. "Oh my type is someone with a nice laugh and beautiful smile", suuuure, go off you sword art online looking motherfucker.

Karasu Tabito

⟳ Looks like a dom, is probably a switch - but ends up not having a lot of luck in finding a chance to be a sub. So if you can do it, I bet he'd love to be bossed around a little, so he can let go for a bit. Would probably like to be edged and have you control when you get he can cum.

⟳ As a dom, though, he can be a bit mean, likes teasing you and bossing you around. Will probably love edging you too, only letting you orgasm when he has you whimpering, crying and begging him to. Probably not very much into brats, prefers a sub who is eager to please.

⟳ As per the egotist bible, he has a voice kink (this manga continues to be strangely horny). Probably gets excited if you send him audios, you could be talking about anything, doesn't matter, he really can't help it. Obviously, he likes to hear your voice when you are fucking, so if you aren't one to talk he will make you talk. He is gonna talk to you, ask you things, and demand an answer.

⟳ For that same reason he prefers giving oral rather than receiving. When he is receiving he can't really hear you, so he is cut off from one of the things he finds the hottest. But on the other hand, he will love to spend a lifetime between your legs just to hear all the sounds you can make. He is very good at it too, but he will take the edging to almost a torture, only letting you cum when you are crying and begging.

⟳ Not against bondage or ropes but not big on them either, he is far more into seeing you struggle to keep yourself restrained when he tells you to. He's gonna tell you to keep your hands behind your back and you gonna have to do it or else he stops. Gonna tell you to keep your legs still and you gonna have to do it, or else you are getting edged for longer - call it an exercise in self control.

⟳ He likes people watching so he prefers fucking you either in front of a mirror or while facing you. He wants to see your every reaction, as well as hearing them. Be it missionary or mating press, he won't take his eyes off of you. Loves fucking in front of the mirror, even if he has you sitting on his lap and facing him, cause that way he can see both angles.

⟳ Dick is long but not really thick, curved upwards nicely, and not really veiny, just a couple thicker veins showing. He is shaved clean, and definetly a shower.

Itoshi Sae

⟳ This guy took a quick liking to Shidou, so those dead eyes are def hiding something. Maybe not the highest sex drive of all, he is pretty controlled, but for sure kinky - and mean. Also seems like the kind of guy to be into someone who'd already be kinky by themselves, no time to be teaching.

⟳ A mean dom, of sorts, he is fair always, but isn't afraid to punish someone. Will reward you if you please him, he isn't one to change his word just to amuse himself, if you obey he will give what he promised. Though, if you behave like a brat, you get treated like one. The punishment is always fitting to the transgression, can tolerate mistakes and mishaps, but not willful misbehavior.

⟳ Not really vocal, mostly silent actually. Will start grunting and groaning when he gets closer to orgasm but really he is mostly quiet. Sure, that is aside from satisfied hums when you behave and disappointed huffs when you don't. Also he's really hard to read unless he is close to cumming.

⟳ Tailors what he is gonna do with you depending on what you like and how well you behave, he is pretty flexible on that. Likes to tease you by using the things you like most as a carrot on a stick type of deal - you get it if you behave, you don't of you misbehave. Not fast and easy with praises but he has no problems in praising someone when they earn it.

⟳ Very much into hair pulling, gagging and having you ride him. Prefers receiving oral to giving - will make you swallow. Likes choking, not even necessarily hard enough to restrict airflow, just really likes the possessiveness of having his hand around your throat.

⟳ Not much above average in length, but thick enough to leave you felling full. He is veiny, curved upwards and has a small head, which makes it look bigger. Not shaved, but trimmed.

Isagi Yoichi

⟳ Perv. Have you ever seen someone who looked too normal, almost bland, like a piece of bread, not bad but not noticeable, tho you felt there was something deeply off with them? It's him. He is too normal, which of course hides something not normal. (Alexa, play Creep by Radiohead)

⟳ The underwear stealer type of perv. Actually, any of your clothes within range of his hands is not safe. The jerking off in the bathroom while he can hear you talk in the other room type of perv. The watching his neighbor through the window with binoculars type of perv. He gets horny and his morals suddenly take a nosedive.

⟳ Not a dom, not a sub, just a desperate pervert. If you pull up with the attitude to whip him into place he will gladly lick the floor you walk on, will cum in his pants while you pull him on a leash. He is gonna be eager to please, if anything a bit too eager, kinda like a dog in a rut.

⟳ Now, if you let him be in charge, well, he is still a dog in a rut - just as eager to please but not good at controlling himself. It's not all bad, he is a pleasure dom, sort of. He wants you to feel good, very much so, and while he is still fucking you, he will continue working to bring you to an orgasm. Even if you've orgasmed already like four or five times before.

⟳ Both vocal and loud, grunting, groaning, moaning, talking, whatever. He tries not to be loud but loses the notion of how loud he is halfway through. I say either shut him up or live in a house, else the noise complaint is coming. Though, sometimes he will grow silent, but that's cause he wants to listen to the noises your bodies make while you fuck.

⟳ Underwear sniffer, if you are dating he is gonna steal one - probably more - of your panties for when he has to travel. Gotta be used. And he has a preference, generally goes for whatever you find more comfortable - cause then it's seen more use. Also if he ever calls you during a trip there is the very real chance he is jerking off while on call.

⟳ His favorite position is gonna be whichever has your bodies the closest, he actually likes the feeling of you both sweating while fucking. Has no qualms about licking and sucking in your skin when you are like that. As a dom he loves positions that leave you open and vulnerable to him - may have a bit of an intox kink, kinda into dubcon.

⟳ His dick is average, nothing to write home about, not bad but not exceptional. It has a nice curve upwards tho, that gives it a bit more of a kick, he isn't veiny, mostly pretty smooth, it's not bad. He tens to just be trimmed, but would fully shave if asked to do it.

Nonnie, whoever you are, whevere you are, I hope you liked this. Cause you managed to ask for two characters I have a hard time getting into (Isagi and Sae) and I did my very best. Actually, I like Sae a lot more now, so thank you for that one.

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #karasu tabito x reader #To me Isagi looks like your everyman harem protag except his harem is all yaoi

[taboo-delusion]

So, I just discovered something interesting.

This is a bit of a long one, so bear with me. It's important. Seriously.

I just woke up a few hours ago. My meds are starting to kick in. I was having a very serious and genuine, deep conversation (in-head) and it was... beautiful. It wasn't happy, but it was beautiful. Not the point.

Point is:

I had not had a single fucking intrusive thought today until someone made a noise in the other room.

I am so fucking PISSED OFF

Why my brain refuses to realize that intrusive thoughts CAUSED the good feeling to go away, I have no fucking idea. I've known that for almost a year now, yet my stupid fucking subconscious refuses to change anything it's doing

Before I snap my fucking android phone in half and yeet somebody's face into neptune, I thought I'd share the discovery!!!!

Basically:

MY INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS DID NOT START UNTIL SOMETHING STARTLED ME OUT OF FOCUS

AS I TYPE THIS, I REALIZE THAT INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS -AT LEAST FOR ADHDERS- ARE A SURVIVAL TACTIC.

Elaborating:

When you fall asleep and your heart slows too much, your body does the falling thing to make sure you're still alive.

It's not that intrusive thoughts are *Just* because your brain gets too quiet, It's because your life has never been completely quite before, or -like me- the few times it is quiet, something interrupts. And even if it doesn't piss you off, even if you don't jump like I do, your brain still registers it as not safe.

--

Falling asleep, heart slows a lot-

Body: *Sends adrenaline just to make sure it still actually works.*

Drowning, even mostly unconscious-

Body and brain: *Hold onto that last half-breath even if it feels like you're head is going to explode.*

Going grocery shopping or talking to someone you think is cool-

Brain: *Remembers what it felt like the first time your guardian was indifferent or mean about something that made you happy or calm.*

Things around you actually get quiet-

Brain *Sends a thought you hate just to make sure you're prepared for a sudden problem.*

TDLR 1: Your brain isn't mean on purpose, It's just paranoid and still has a will to live.

Listen. I know I'm just some random dude from a weird blog. But I'm trying to translate, to assist. Maybe somebody else needs this realization as much as I do. I apologize for the yelling earlier. I'm still just as upset, but only at my dumbass subconscious. Now some time has passed, and I have regained self-control.

(I also apologize for the above paragraph, my brain nags for me to do this, but I can't remember why. So:)

I am no psychologist. Here are my qualifications (why you should listen to me):

As my friends call it- "Disturbingly self-aware at all times."

Paranoid Schizophrenic with actual (unrelated) OCD, with years of experience dealing with it- more healthily in recent years.

Philosophy and deep thinking is simply my default. I use metaphors, but everything in this post is entirely literal, ...except the angry threat. (*begrudgingly accepts disappointment*)

I am a fiction writer. I don't know about healing people/first aid, but I know a LOT about how anatomy works, with many deep-dives on the psychology/evolution side.

People irl generally consider me a genius? Idk how to gauge that, IQ tests are irrelevant with this type of... smart?. I've been compared to both Da Vinci and Einstein. So, ...actually that's pretty fuckin' cool- (I AM NOT TRYING TO BRAG! I APOLOGIZE IF IT COMES OFF THAT WAY! I've never put it all down like this, and I'm just surprised and questioning my reputation.)

(Also, I love playing detective, so naturally I call myself Batman XD.)

Autistic; I experience the world, and every situation, from a view without any context.

ADHD: My brain automatically -As a guardian I hate describes- "Can watch three different movies at the same time, all in fast forward, and can keep up with all of them." ... Well, yes, but technically no. Idk if other ADHD people do this, but my brain "connects the dots" so quickly, I end up laughing at jokes I've never heard before the 'punchline', because I've already figured out what you're going to say next.

Now combine all that. I am kicking depression's ass and now I want to help you do the same.

I have only mentioned the relevant things. Please keep in mind that ALL of these have both advantages and disasters. Thank you for your patience and understanding. I am running on four hours of sleep. For the love of whatever, I hope this actually helps someone other than me.

Qualifications are noted because: This is all stuff (and stuff like this) that I am just always casually aware of.

TLDR2: Even if I wasn't trying to help people feel better, Apparently I was born with a nat 20 perception/insight check, so please don't argue that I truly understand what I'm talking about here.

#this is serious #serious #intrusive thoughts #adhd intrusive thoughts #especially adhd #psychology #psychological analogy #human instinct #evolutionary psychology #survival instinct #fighting depression #original content #adhd #it can be done #it can be fixed #mental health #mental illness #mental issues #actually mentally ill #mentally fucked #and still going #so i'll help where i can #and you can't stop me #hope #how to get better #get better #getting better #you're not alone #you're gonna be okay

[ijumpbridges]

Scp 076 Crush Headcanon

At first he doesn't know it he had one on you. You were an agent, you had been in the military and you got partnered up with this thick skull. You used to be a Captain in the infantry, you also quickly ranked up pretty quick at the foundation.

076 saw this and was impress by this. A "true leader" he used to call you. You didn't mind, as to well of course what he thought of you didn't matter, but what he does around mattered because, now you were in charge to keep him in control, which it was annoying, he did considered you as a leader, but he would step out of line sometimes.

Even though he step out of the line, he was still a bit more competent at the things that some irresponsible co-workers did. Surprisingly you did a lot, really heavy work, from paperwork to physical work, but it wasn't something that could throw you off, since you were used to it.

Scp 076 would admired all the hard work that you did for him. You would mercilessly scold him when he did something cruel, you would train with him and give him challenges to complete. Training was most of the big thing, his favorite thing was running with you in the outside with the sun hitting both of you and the heat outside of the artificial outside campus they had for training.

Training together made both of you a bit closer, you told him stories about your deployment and he would listened to them amazed, but never showing it because of his pocker face. Sometimes, when you scolded your soldiers he would step in, even if they were acting up or not, and you will tell him and everyone who you were yelling at to drop down.

You will literally lose your voice because of him doing this. Of course 076 was hated for this. You will always leave off the room piss off having to cool off somewhere else, and oh yeah, he will be following you. He would stay out of your way but of course not out of your sight.

You two complemented each other, he had actually helped you with making exercise and the physical therapy, since working in the military had damage your muscle and almost cripple you for life because of irresponsible leaders who refuse to help their soldiers when they said they knees or back hurt. You were really grateful for it.

He ended up using some of your daily quotes that you said around. "Bullshit","As long as we fucking tracking", and military branches to describe other agents, "Hey Marine", or the one that stress other the most "Hey HERO" most of the time he liked when you were angry, since he knew something 'good' was coming, by good is that someone will get callout for their bs behavior.

In missions he was always sticking to your side, he had protect you when you saw a dead agent around and you had to do the work of cleaning them up, so no one tries to get anything important from them. He also appreciates when you also try to protect him too, when you warn him about enemies and show him some small trick of how to use new technology, even thought he refuse to use a pistol he needed basic knowledge, at least on how to use a walkie-talkie.

After some missions you ended up rewarding him with being able to help with the dogs of the foundation, he was able to train them and take care of them with you and he loved that, but he hated the other people around. There was an agent who was clingy to you. No, let me rephrased that, half of the staff or agents that work around of the foundation saw you as a parental figure, they were all equally clingy to you. Dudes older than you calling you mom/dad.

076 saw this and hated it, he thought you deserved more respect because you were greater than that, and even hear the comments of who you would look good with as a partner figure since, of course there were other staff members who were looked up like that too. You didn't mind this, it surprised you that dude's older than you accidentally called you mom or dad or other staff members came to your office crying to you for any weird problem that they had.

He will try to get them off of you, you, on the other hand, you did mind this, you told him to stop forcing people out of your office or to be away, even thought you had work to do, you also look out for others well being, even his own and not to get in the way of it. So he would stare at whoever came in anger wishing their were gone from your office.

He enjoyed alone times with you, you used to sneak him some sweets, talk to him, he had slowly opened up to you, and you both even ride one of those golf cars that the foundation used around with him while blasting some music. They banned both of you because they thought you were breaching him containment because you surpass the limits of where he had to be.

By the time 076 had warm up to you a lot, he is bit more open with what he feels, he doesn't do a lot of talking about himself but sometimes throws small details that you quickly catch onto. He overhear others and see the behavior of other couples, he had found himself thinking about it with you and even more after you took him fishing one time. He keeps overhearing other people keep talking about love, the things that he knows are 'love languages and what love is and what partners sometimes do' and really weird loop holes and rabbit holes of 'love' that he still didn't understand, since its all different from his culture.

He started to think more about you as a partner and what people say, he didn't care whether if it was positive or negative. He was embarrassed to ask, so he would have to find out on his own and not to get caught and of course he would never ask because its not his thing. So, he would have to relay of what other say and what they do too. He also thought about what he remembered what he did on his culture to pursue someone romantically.

Recently you were called for a mission, you told him and he was and about for not being able to go with you, he complained that to you and you listened and try to calm him down by telling you couldn't do anything about it, but in case you didn't come back to enjoy your company while it lasted it. He told you not to talk like that, it was a dead man talk and you even yourself told him not to ever do that. You laugh realizing how much you had taught him and went doing physical training again.

When you left, he was locked in his cell, he took the time to do exercise and read books, after a week he had ask for you and they still gave you no answer, they ended up changing you from someone else and he was so upset to that and demanded an answer on why they changed you. To which they told him it was for the mean time, and that you gave him some task to do while you were gone with one of your co-workers. He didn't like them either, he acted out a lot with them.

As it turns out you were on the hospital because you got shot on the chest, he demanded to see you, but was put on request to a senior staff who ended up asking you if it was okey for him to come. The moment 076 pass that room and saw you he started to start to demand what happen for you to go like that. Not even a warning and you are jumpscared and bombarded with question.

You told him to calm down and you explain to him the whole thing, he thinks you are badass to survive. After an hour he is taken back to his cell. He thinks to himself about what had happen. He thinks you are a warrior fighting for your life and others. He still wishes he had be there in the mission and next to you in the hospital room, the same way your co-workers were hanging out with you in your hospital room, it made him mad he wasn't in neither on them, that's why he put a long face when he was on his way to his cell and when he got there. For the pass days he would think of everything and questions everything.

After you had fully recovered, you went to see him to surprise him. He was happy and the best part he even attempted to make physical contact which was new and you accept it. He tried to hug you, awkward, but wholesome. You got to hang out there for about 30 minutes until they told you they needed you for something and you left. He thought about the hug he gave you, he didn't want to think about it, but couldn't stop.

He thought maybe the next day he could try to hug you again, and the next day and then he wondered what physical contact he could make with you. Then he stop for a second, why was he thinking about all of this? He realizes what has he been doing and then all the thoughts rush inside him.

The next day he got distant with you, you thought it was normal or tried to believe so, but it felt weird than his usual distant persona, this showed that you knew him maybe well or too well. When you asked him he questioned why were you asking and that it was nothing, you of course didn't say anything and still tried to engage with him as usual.

Your interaction with him started to get a bit questionable, not sure what was happening with him, but you took a step to tell him that it was okey to tell you any problem he had and that you will never judge him. He again told you he didn't have any, you told him that it was okey if he didn't have any now, but maybe in the future he could always come to you. You try to avoid on keep asking him to not upset him.

After one week of you telling him, a breach containment happen, you were on your office it was late, but when you hear the intercom saying that 076 breach containment you lock the office door. Not even a second of doing, so you get massive amounts of messages because he broke out pf containment and now somehow its your fault.

You tried to contact anyone to ask them what was happening on to why he did that, then a call from the intercom inside of your room call you saying that you should go to the cafeteria immediately in demands on 076.

~~~

You went rushing to the cafeteria, not sure of what was going on or why 076 was on the lose, but maybe have some answers there. When you open the door you saw how the tables where aside and saw Able in the middle, two d-classes both typed up and a deer.

"What..." You said looking at him.

Able was holding goat one D-class too.

"What in the actual fuck" you said you were so confuse.

He didn't say anything, but he knew you weren't a good reaction, maybe he should take initiative.

"Come closer" he said and you comply.

"Able... what is going on?" You said.

"I brought you a offering, im not sure if your parents were alive, so im making it to you the offering on taking your hand" he said he paused and approached you with the deer and D-class. When he got close you could see what D-class he took. This D-class used to give you trouble and 076 knew it, seeing him in such a position made you wanted to laugh and feel bad for him.

"I brought what was close for the offering, you didn't have sheeps here p,but deers near by and the D-classes who used to dishonor you" he said.

"Wait, hold on why did you do.. this?" You asked him.

"For your hand" he reply.

"You mean marriage?" You asked.

"Yes, it may not be practical, but its close. Please, take my offering for your hand and i will be by your side till death and give you protection even from the people here. What do you say?" he asked and looked at you waiting for your answer.

#scp x reader #scp 076 #scp #scp foundation #scp 076 2 #scp 076 x reader

[ms--lobotomy]

Couldn’t sleep so I tried to write some Curze smut. Loosely based off of this fic. Have fun.

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summary: Y’ALL FUCK

word count: 857

content warnings: female reader, i mean its pretty much just porn with a really big dude

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Before you knew it, you found yourself stark naked on the bed, clothes nothing but a memory. It was cold on the Nightfall, but you were close enough to his naked form that it wasn’t a problem. He held you down by your wrists, fingers threatening to tear into your flesh. You were limp on the bed, pliable, malleable. The lights were on. He wanted to see you under him, squealing and moaning, flesh tearing from flesh.

His mouth met yours, his rough tongue parted your lips. For a second you suppressed any noise you could have made, but a soft “mmh!” escaped you. He pulled away, a grin almost lighting up his pale complexion. His fervent breath met your face. Your cheeks were warm, you were looking away from him almost as though you were embarrassed. He took your jaw in his hand. It threatened to leave a bruise later.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

Your eyes met his. You felt your chest rising and falling against him. He stared at you briefly, and you almost saw his expression soften as he went in to bite your lower lip. You almost squealed. His teeth were sharp in your flesh. As soon as you felt as though he would dig in too deep, he relented, if to bite lower on your neck. He’d trailed down to your collarbone, leaving bite marks and bruises. Just above your nipple, he bit you a little too hard.

“Aah! Konrad!” you cried. Even if you wanted to move your arms to run your fingers through his hair, his grip was far too tight on you.

He didn’t respond; instead, he ran his teeth along your nipple. He let go of one of your wrists to grab your other breast before letting it roam the contours of your small body. You planted your free hand at the back of his head, your fingers intertwined in his hair.

With this free hand, he stuck a finger in you. You gasped. This was a man twice your size, he could rip you in half if he wanted to. The hand that held your wrist slid towards your throat. It hovered on it for a brief moment of silence between you two. His thin face seemed unbothered, almost mournful, but yours had been scrunched up in pleasure. You could feel his warm form hovering over you. Holding back for you.

“Please,” you said.

His hand was clasped around your neck now, engulfing it. You could feel the airflow getting tighter. His sharp nails cut the skin on your neck open. You used your free hand to cup his face, feeling the rough, scarred skin that decorated it. You ran your hand over a scar on the side of his face as your vision blurred. Here you were, being defiled by him, and you were treating him with such… care. Such reverence.

And he stuck another finger in you, stretching you even thinner. “Aah!” you cried with what little breath you had. Your body felt like jelly underneath him, it was starting to hurt in between your legs. You felt your eyes begin to close before he pulled his fingers out of you and he relented on your neck.

“Look at me,” he commanded again before your name was on his lips.

Your eyes squinted open to behold the demigod above you. His eyes were pitch black, his skin paler than anything you had seen. His frame was thin for his size, but he was well built. It was like you were taking him in for the first time again.

“You’re gorgeous,” you said.

He paused for a second, almost as if taken aback. He was fearsome, he was terrifying, he was anything but gorgeous. The two of you sat in silence for a moment before your hand slid to his chest.

“I really mean it.”

He wiped off his wet fingers as if he were ignoring you and he grabbed your legs, spreading them apart on him. You winced, not normally being this flexible. That was all before he entered you, hard and fast. You couldn’t even try to contain your squeals of pleasure and pain.

“Konrad!” you cried, barely comprehensibly.

And still he rammed into you, your legs kept apart by his tight grip. You cried out his name again. You needed him. You could feel his nails digging into your legs, drawing blood. Just when it was about to become unbearable, he stuck two fingers in your mouth to muffle you. Your hands were splayed beside your face, there was nothing to hold them there.

And before the two of you knew it, he thrust just a few more times in you before he stayed there, buried in you. His fingers left your mouth. You stared up at him with wide eyes. A bruise was beginning to form around your chin.

“Finished?” you asked.

He gave a curt nod before sliding out of you. Your legs closed, and he pressed a button to turn the lights out. You reached out to him and ran a hand through his hair.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

#primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #konrad curze x reader #reader insert #konrad curze #warhammer lobotomy #its almost 3 am and im writing porb #livin la vida loca

[theschizotypalsolilquy]

I just know that that anon is the same person who was camping under two Jikook blogs yesterday and I don't know why y'all even waste your time on them because it's clear as day that they're just a Jungkook solo who's extremely homophobic.

It's okay to think that he's not with Jimin and that he's someone who fools around and has a high body count. Anything is possible. But to double down on the fact that "JK fucks girls" is all I need to know about that person and what their agenda really is. If the point they're trying to make is that it's unlikely for a young, handsome, successful and famous man like him to be in a committed monogamous relationship, then why is their emphasis only on the fact that he's sleeping with women? He can still be sleeping with men as well, no?

I love how they use "scandals" and that recent smoking clip of him *nonchalantly* staring at a girl for three seconds as proof that he likes pussy, but conveniently ignore all the times he's shown blatant attraction towards men over the years.

I wouldn't be surprised if anon is just a JK solo imagines herself as his future Y/N and doesn't like the fact that there are so many people who believe he possibly doesn't like women, likes men and even more so, that he's been in love with one for so many years. It shatters the illusion.

Anon should give up on coming here with some mission to make Jikookers "see the light". It's futile. There have been many like them years before, they're not the first. But what's always interesting about these people is that I've never see them camping under Taekook, Yoonmin and Vmin (when it still had people who genuinely believed they were in a romantic relationship) blogs with their theories.

I've always lurked on every side of ARMY Tumblr and I never see the other shippers getting such asks; it's always Jikookers. Which is strange considering that Jikookers aren't even nearly as loud as Taekookers or Yoonminers for them to always attract people like that.

Simple answer?

Cuz they feel threatened by a 5'9 androgynous beauty who gets heart eyes 24/7 from their solo stan.

But what they forget is that before Jimin's "glow up" (cuz dude was always hot he just matured into an ethereal being and honestly good for him) JK was still obsessed. Constantly touching and squeezing his arm muscles, the almost exorcist neck turn when Jimin would flash his abs during the choreo for "No More Dream", how when the members were asked what part of Jimin they liked the best, JK doubled down and said "all of that".

He LOVES that man. And whether they think it's platonic or romantic, some people have a problem with it. And that's horrible for them because their bond is so rare. It should be celebrated. The gods decided those two should meet, they should bond, and we are better for it. Because something like that comes along so rarely, and we are privileged to witness it.

But homophobic bitches and delusional yns ruin it. They can't accept it. I guarantee you that if those two weren't half as hot and as popular as they are, they wouldn't give a fuck. It's the audacity to them. How dare a gorgeous man love another gorgeous man? He should be getting all that pussy, spreading his seed far and wide, not settling for a man. How dare he gatekeep his own hotness??

That's how they think. And it's revolting.

#jimin #jungkook #jikook #kookmin #park jimin #jeon jungkook

[nekropsii]

🔥

Dancestors

[For the Unpopular Opinions Ask Game!!]

Okay, this may come across to some as harsh, but I don’t care. You asked for Unpopular Opinions. This is one of them. It’s heated. It needs to be said.

The way people continuously searched for reasons to get mad at the Alpha Trolls and still to this day continuously search for them to the point of literally fucking making shit up is embarrassing. The fact that people- fans!- use them as their little scapegoat for “everything wrong with Homestuck” is embarrassing.

The way people will make up and pass around straight up lies about the Alpha Trolls just for the sake of Outrage Farming is embarrassing. The fact that these are all taken as truth, more so than the literal text of the Alpha Troll plot lines, simply because people didn’t have anything else to yell at that week, is fucking embarrassing.

I once watched a pretty good Homestuck video essay on YouTube. It was a great time. The premise of it was basically a retrospective on Homestuck and it’s plot in broad strokes, and why the whole thing is good and cool and you should read it. Very nice. The speaker had a lovely voice. And then, for some ungodly fucking reason, right at the end, they started going on some very long winded, incredibly wrong diatribe about the Alpha Trolls and why they’re the worst thing that’s ever happened- parroting, with rage, common lies I’d seen for years and sprinkling in some brand new brain fungus, all like it was fact. The dude called Porrim, Porrim fucking Maryam, an MRA. Porrim fucking Maryam was reduced down to a whiny Men’s Rights Activist who didn’t know shit, and Kankri Vantas was correct about everything, suddenly. Horuss’s main problem was that he was a mockery of Otherkin people. Otherkin people! As if the fact that he’s a mockery of Systems is less important!! The reason for this is clear- that motherfucker, and every god damn other person making essays about how the Alpha Trolls are The Worst in the whole ass 2020s, have not actually read or played through the Alpha Troll segments for shit. They have no go damn clue what they’re talking about, and they don’t care. They don’t care about being right, or making good points and observations, they care about being mad and getting engagement. It is literally completely performative.

It completely ruined the entire essay. And for what? And for fucking what? The Alpha Trolls are, for the most part, wholly irrelevant to the story, sans Aranea and Meenah. You can skip over them and miss nothing. They are not “the worst Homestuck has to offer”, they are a skippable fucking footnote, and everyone needs to get a god damn grip. Holy shit.

At this point, it really feels like most of the anger and hatred is only still parroted around blindly because it’s just tradition at this point. No one knows what they’re talking about, and no one cares. Why would they? This is what gets them the little guaranteed dopamine rush of other idiots just looking to be angry agreeing with them blindly, just for the sake of being really mad at something that doesn’t matter and no one will face check. God damn. Grow some eyes and read the comic you’re criticizing before criticizing it. Grow a damn spine and get your own opinions. This is not hard.

The Alpha Trolls are rife with things worth criticism. No one is talking about any of them, because no one cares to actually read it and gather an insightful, meaningful opinion on them from literal direct observation and analysis. They just care about being mad, and saying something very outrageous confidently enough that they seem right. It’s not that they don’t have anything worth criticizing, it’s that almost everything people are criticizing them for either doesn’t matter, is wrong, or is a lie.

#homestuck #homestuck analysis #homestuck meta #alpha trolls #beforan trolls #dancestors #homestuck.pdf #nekro.pdf #nekro.sms

[svnoohe4rts]

bed of lies ; part one

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↳ PAIRING: park sunghoon x fembodied!reader

↳ SUMMARY:  making a bet with jay was easy. getting your attention, however, wasn’t as easy; especially since you seem to have your eyes set on his bestfriend.

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↳ WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, smut; fingering minors dni

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If you could back in time and change anything you’d like, it would probably be crossing paths with Park Sunghoon. 

With his sharp jawline and melodic laugh, it was almost impossible to resist Park Sunghoon. Not a single girl in the entire school hadn’t dreamt of letting Park Sunghoon have his way with them, his presence making every girl come to a halt every time he passed them in the hallway; discreetly whispering to their friends how attractive he was.

Sunghoon was well aware of his status. He could tell how the girls adored him whenever he walked past them, no matter how discreet they tried to be with their glances; he could still tell how every girl was practically eye-fucking him every time he was near. There had been many instances where some of the girls’ jealous boyfriends would approach him, telling him to back the fuck off; threatening him that they would smash his pretty face in. Sunghoon on the other hand would just act completely oblivious, because, at the end of the day, it was their girlfriends coming onto him; not the opposite.

Was Park Sunghoon an absolute dick? Yes, he was. And he loved every second of it. He loved the power he held, he loved being able to make boyfriends fuming in anger by just making their girlfriends blush, he loved the way he’d make girls tremble by just shooting them a small smile in the hallways.

It wasn’t like his friends were any better. Sunghoon had many friends, maybe one too many; but most of them were just people he met during class or friends he mainly partied together with, none of them could ever compare to his real friends.

Jay and Sunghoon had known each other for what felt like an eternity. They had grown up together, attended the same middle school, high school, and now college. Not a single thing could ever separate the two of them, even though their friendship had been on the line many times; like in their sophomore year for example, after Jay lost one round of the video game they were playing and broke the mirror standing in Sunghoons room. But that’s what Sunghoon loved about his best friend, the rage that lived within him. 

When Jake Sim, who had just moved from Australia to study in Korea, first arrived at the college Sunghoon and Jay attended, they had been quick to make him a part of the group. Jake was a sweet guy, his smile was brighter than both Jay and Sunghoons combined and his laugh sometimes even melted Sunghoons heart; even though there was no way he'd actually admit that. That’s how he knew Jake Sim fit right into Sunghoon and Jay's friend group, seeing how girls melted at the sight of him and his strong accent.

‘’What do you mean, you won’t be there?’’ Jay spat at his friend, still chewing on the food he had just shoved into his mouth. ‘’Dude,’’ Jake sighed, running one of his hands through his hair. ‘’I can’t cancel another date with her. Last time she looked at me like she was ready to kill me right there and then,’’ Sunghoon chuckled at his friends’ rant, playing with the food on the plate in front of him using the fork he was holding in one of his hands. ‘’Like anyone could hurt a puppy like you.’’ Sunghoon let out, not taking his eyes off the unappetizing food placed in front of him. He could hear Jay chuckle from across the table, Jake’s eyes burning into his skin; clearly annoyed over the fact that his friends weren’t taking him and his love problems seriously. 

Sunghoon was a simple man. He had never felt the need to fall in love, because why would he? Why would he ever need to fall in love when he had a line filled with girls, waiting for him to even notice them? He hated the thought of being attached to someone, or having someone attached to him; so whenever Jake would start babbling about this new girl he had started seeing and how it might be serious, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

‘’It’s not that big of a deal, just tell her you’ll go out with her next weekend instead,’’ Jay suggested, knowing very well that he’d be bugging his friend to join them in going to a party next weekend as well. Jake just stared at his best friend for a moment, his lips slightly parted. ‘’Fuck you guys.’’ He suddenly muttered before standing up, grabbing his food tray before quickly walking away. The action caught Sunghoons attention, causing him to finally look up from his food; watching his friend leave the cafeteria. ‘’He’s so fucking sensitive sometimes,’’ Jay mumbled as he shook his head, taking another bite of his food. Sunghoon let a chuckle leave his lips, dropping the fork; crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in the chair he was sitting in. ‘’Maybe I should make his girl fall in love with me so he stops being such a simp.’’ Sunghoon snickered, half joking, his eyes still gazing over at Jake who was walking further and further away from the cafeteria. 

Sunghoon was confident, a little too confident sometimes. He knew he was attractive, and he knew he could get away with anything purely because he was attractive and his alluring personality. There had been plenty of times when he had gotten away with things he wasn’t supposed to get away with, like cheating on his exam during senior year for example. Of course, he wasn’t supposed to get caught; but his teacher quickly realized what he was up to. Luckily for Sunghoon, his teacher was yet another victim of his tempting aura, and all he had to do was to bat his eyelashes at her. He knew the moment he saw a color of red flush onto the older woman's cheeks, there wasn’t going to be any problems. After all, he got perfect scores on his exams. The sound of Jay choking on his food made Sunghoon snap out of his thoughts, quickly shifting his gaze over at his best friend. He became worried for a minute, before noticing his friend was laughing; not dying. ‘’As if,’’ Jay managed to let out between coughs, a big smile still plastered on his lips. Sunghoon raised one of his eyebrows in confusion. ‘’What do you mean?’’ He asked, watching his friend desperately chugging down water. ‘’You stealing Jake's girl,’’ Jay replied as he put the now empty glass down on the table in front of him, clearing his throat before speaking. ‘’Don’t get too full of yourself.’’ 

Sunghoon simply stared at his friend, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he tried to piece together the words that just left his friend's lips. ‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’ Sunghoon questioned his friend, waiting for an explanation.

‘’Look,’’ Jay sighed as he pushed the half-full box of ramen placed in front of him to the side. ‘’There’s a difference between being attracted to someone and actually being in love.’’ He continued, resting his forearms on the table as he spoke. Sunghoon slightly tilted his head, his eyebrows still furrowed as a chuckle escaped his lips. ‘’What are you implying?’’ He asked, not taking his eyes off his friend seated in front of him.

If Jay hadn’t known Sunghoon for almost his entire life, he probably would’ve feared for his life as Sunghoon stared at him. His eyes were sharp and people knew very well to not question him or his ways of doing things, purely because he was Park Sunghoon. You simply just didn’t want to end up on his bad side. Jay, however, wasn’t imitated by his friend. ‘’That I don’t think anyone’s ever actually been in love with you Sunghoon.’’

As the words left Jay's lips, Sunghoon couldn’t help but laugh. He couldn’t believe that his friend was telling him, Park Sunghoon, that no one had ever been in love with him; like he wasn’t the only topic every girl constantly discussed. Jay stared at his friend for a second, watching him laugh until the point there were tears filling his eyes. ‘’You’re funny, Jay,’’ Sunghoon mumbled as he wiped his eyes, still chuckling from the statement his friend had just made. ‘’I’m not joking.’’

Sunghoon’s smile slowly faded away from his lips, still trying to understand if Jay was just trying to mess with him or if he actually meant to hurt his ego. At the end of the day, Jay tended to be brutally honest, even in moments he shouldn’t. ‘’You actually don’t think anyone has ever been in love with me?’’ Sunghoon asked after a moment of silence, causing Jay to shake his head. ‘’Attracted, yes, but in love? No.’’ Sunghoons lips parted, almost like he was about to say something; but he remained quiet.

At some point, Sunghoon started to believe being attracted to someone and being in love with someone were the same thing. Maybe because he himself had never been in love before, so he had no idea what it felt like. But he knew what being in love looked like, and it looked awfully a lot like the way girls looked at him. ‘’Fuck you,’’ Sunghoon spat, crossing his arms over his chest once again. ‘’I could make any girl fall in love with me and you know it.’’

‘’Want to bet?’’

‘’What?’’

A small smile crept onto Jay's lips, licking his lips as he mimicked his friend's movements; crossing his arms over his chest as well. ‘’You heard me,’’ Jay replied, shrugging as he spoke. ‘’Want to bet that you can make any girl fall in love with you?’’ At that moment, Sunghoon thanked god that his friend couldn’t read his mind, not that Jay needed to read his mind to know what was going on inside of his head; the confusion plastered on his face spoke for itself. ‘’And what exactly is your plan?’’

Jay’s eyes darted around the cafeteria, looking for a girl that Sunghoon could pursue. Jay knew he could’ve easily just picked a girl for his friend, but what would be the fun in that? ‘’You have to make the next girl that walks into the room fall in love with you.’’ Jay replied, his gaze meeting Sunghoons once again. Sunghoon raised his eyebrows, breaking eye contact with his friend as he turned around; looking over at the entrance leading to the cafeteria. A small smirk formed on his lips as he turned back to face his friend. ‘’Easy,’’ Sunghoon let out, confident. ‘’There’s more,’’ Jay spoke, sitting up straight. ‘’You have thirty days to make her fall for you.’’

Like that would be a challenge for Sunghoon. He knew all he had to do was just smile, make some small talk, and maybe ask for her number; and then he would’ve succeeded. Nice and simple, it would be almost too easy showing his friend how incredibly wrong he was. ‘’Bet.’’ Sunghoon shrugged, like it would be the easiest thing he had ever done; causing a chuckle to leave Jay's lips as he shook his head at his friend's confidence. Jay's eyes darted towards the entrance, his lips parting as he raised both his eyebrows.

‘’Well, there’s your girl.’’ Jay’s words made Sunghoon spin around in his chair, his eyes immediately glued to the entrance As he spotted what would be his girl, as Jay had put it, he raised one of his eyebrows. ‘’Who the fuck is that?’’ Sunghoon mumbled, scanning the girl who had just walked into the room, accompanied by what he assumed was her friend. A chuckle was heard from across the table, followed by a small sigh. ‘’We’re about to find out,’’ Jay spoke, reaching his arm over the table; patting his friend on the shoulder.

Sunghoon wasn’t a stranger to you. The two of you shared some of the same classes and from what you could tell, he seemed like a nice guy. If it weren’t for all the rumors going around about him, that would probably be the only image you would have of him; a polite, definitely attractive but down-to-earth guy. Nothing more, nothing less. But no, the tale of the infamous Park Sunghoon told a completely different story.

It was no secret that he had his fair share of fun, to put it simply. Every week there would be a new girl talking about how Sunghoon had dragged her into the bathroom of some random party and fucked her dumb, each and every one of them showing off the marks covering their bodies that the boy had left behind. Not that it mattered to you, you found his other friends way more attractive anyways; especially the Australian one.

If you hadn’t been so busy begging your friend to borrow one of her books for your next class, you probably would’ve noticed the way the two boys sitting across the room eyes were practically burning into your skin. ‘’Yeojin, please,’’ You begged, getting ready to get down on your knees at this point. You had been following her around the entire school for almost half an hour, spending your entire lunch break begging your friend to borrow the book you forgot at home that morning. Yeojin rolled her eyes, a small sigh escaping her lips. ‘’I’m not even sure if I brought it with me,’’ The girl replied, leaning against the wall; her backpack dangling off one of her shoulders. ‘’The teacher will literally kill me if I don’t have it with me, Yeojin.’’ You groaned, rubbing your temple using one of your hands.

Yeojin was probably the prettiest girl you had ever seen. Her strawberry blonde bangs were always swept across her forehead perfectly, even if she had just woken up or just gotten out of the shower. You had met her during one of the classes the two of you shared and hit it off immediately, her personality complimenting yours perfectly. ‘’I’ll check,’’ Yeojin mumbled, sliding the backpack off her shoulder. You let your arms fall down your sides, your eyes widening in anticipation. 

She placed the bag on the chair in front of her, rummaging through it; flipping through the books placed neatly inside the bag. She pulled one of the books out, popping her tongue against the roof of her mouth as a smile spread on her lips. ‘’Here you go,’’ She let out, passing the book over to you. You let out a sigh in relief, placing one of your hands on top of the book; but Yeojin kept her hand on it as well. ‘’But promise me you’ll return it by the end of the day, okay? Otherwise, it’ll be me the teacher will want to kill tomorrow.’’ She continued, raising her eyebrows as she stared at you.

You just scoffed, snatching the book away from your friend as you rolled your eyes. ‘’Yes, whatever, I promise,’’ You mumbled, hurryingly shoving the book down your bag as you gazed over at the big clock hanging on one of the walls. ‘’Fuck,’’ You muttered as you managed to close your bag; the zipper threatening to break at any second. ‘’I have to go, my class starts in five minutes,’’ You sighed as you threw your bag over your shoulder, Yeonjin chuckling as she watched your stressed face. ‘’I’ll text you when I get out of class, okay?’’ You let out, looking over at your friend; gaining a nod from her as you waved her goodbye, hurrying to your next class.

In moments like these, you wished you would’ve paid more attention to your surroundings. But the only thing you had on your mind was the fact that you were probably going to be late for your class, and you could already imagine your teacher's disappointed face as you walked in; scrunching your nose in disgust as you thought about it. And the fact that you had just bumped into someone, dropping your bag on the floor would probably make you even more late.

‘’Shit,’’ You mumbled under your breath as a sharp pain shot through your shoulder, the noise of your heavy bag hitting the stone floor underneath you causing you to snap out of your thoughts; realizing you had walked straight into someone. ‘’Fuck, are you okay?’’ A soft voice spoke beside you, causing you to look away from your bag; your eyes meeting a pair of dark brown ones. 

Your hand automatically grabbed your shoulder, which was now throbbing in pain from the harsh collision. You parted your lips, ready to apologize to the person standing in front of you; before you suddenly realized the person you had just bumped into. Jake was quick to pick up your bag from the floor, lifting it with one of his hands; meanwhile, you had to use both your arms to even get it over one of your shoulders. ‘’I was looking at my phone, I’m so sorry,’’ Jake mumbled as he wiped the dust that was now covering your bag away. ‘’No, I’m sorry,’’ You managed to get out, not being able to take your eyes off the man standing in front of you.

You had never interacted with Jake Sim before, nor had you ever interacted with any of the other boys in his friend group. You already knew Jake was attractive, but as he was standing a couple of inches away from you; you realized why everyone else found him so handsome. ‘’I wasn’t watching where I was going, it’s my fault.’’ You mumbled, looking down at your bag as you realized you had been staring at him for way too long; probably making him uncomfortable.

Jake, on the other hand, just chuckled, his pearly white teeth showing as he laughed. ‘’No need to apologize.’’ He smiled, your eyes meeting his once again as he suddenly threw your bag over his shoulder. ‘’Let me make it up to you, yeah?’’ He suggested, raising his eyebrows as he smiled at you. You stared at him for a moment, one of your eyebrows raised in confusion. ‘’Let me carry your bag to your next class.’’ He continued, pointing to the backpack which was now hanging off one of his shoulders.

There was no way Jake missed the way your cheeks flushed red, a small smile creeping onto your lips. ‘’Sure, my next class is business management.’’ You replied, trying your best to hide the fact that you were blushing. ‘’With Mr. Kang?’’ Jake asked as you started making your way down the almost empty hallway, his eyes glued to you. ‘’Yeah,’’ You nodded, not daring to look up at him. But as a groan escaped his lips, you had no choice but to look up at the taller boy walking beside you. ‘’He’s a pain in the ass.’’ He chuckled as he shook his head, causing a chuckle to escape your lips as well. ‘’Tell me about it.’’

It suddenly made so much more sense to you why there were girls thirsting over Jake Sim, the way his eyes lingered a little too long as you spoke making you realize why there were girls lining up for him. Who could blame them? The boy was gorgeous. ‘’Well, good luck in there,’’ Jake chuckled as you reached the door leading into your classroom. You chuckled as he handed you your backpack, looking up at him once again. ‘’Thank you, and again, I’m sorry,’’ You apologized, causing Jake to roll his eyes.

‘’Please don’t apologize, it was just an accident. Plus if you hadn’t bumped into me, we wouldn’t have had this chat, would’ve we?’’ He smiled, causing your cheeks to burn once again. Fucking Jake Sim, you thought, fuck you for making me blush like this. ‘’I guess you’re right.’’ You smiled, earning a smile back from him. ‘’I think you better go in there before Mr. Kang comes out here and spots you chatting with me instead of attending his class,’’ Jake joked, pointing towards the door right beside you. ‘’You’re right,’’ You laughed. ‘’Thank you once again.’’ You smiled, holding your bag using both your hands; trying your best to not show how heavy you found it. ‘’Don’t mention it.’’

You waved him goodbye as he walked down the hallway, his hand up in the air as he waved to you before turning around. Even after he turned around, a big smile still lingered on your lips. You stood there for a minute, not even caring about the fact you were more than ten minutes late at this point; feeling completely hypnotized by Jake and his smile. But reality soon caught up with you, causing the smile to fade off your lips as you looked towards the door leading into the classroom. A sigh escaped your lips as you pushed the door handle down, mentally preparing yourself for Mr. Kang’s harsh scolding.

Oh, how you would regret ever bumping into Jake that day.

‘’So you made a bet?’’ Jake exclaimed, his mouth hanging wide as he stared at his best friend. Sunghoon just hummed in response, his eyes glued to the TV screen in front of him. ‘’And you don’t even know the girl's name?’’ Jake continued questioning his friend, earning yet another hum from Sunghoon. ‘’I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before,’’ Jay chimed in, his eyebrows furrowed as his fingers moved over the controller he was holding in his hands.

Jay had told Jake about the bet he made with Sunghoon as soon as the group of boys gathered at Sunghoons house, playing video games; like they did almost every day after school. Jake didn’t really care about what his friends did, knowing he would probably agree to do something similar if he wasn’t already interested in someone, but a part of him couldn’t help but feel shocked by his friend's behavior. ‘’Well, it can’t be that hard, right? Someone has to know her.’’ Jake spoke, his eyes darting between his two best friends. ‘’Or you could just approach her,’’ Jake shrugged.

Sunghoon just chuckled. ‘’I don’t do that. They approach me, not the opposite.’’ Sunghoon mumbled, his eyes still glued to the screen hanging on the wall as his fingers pressed the buttons on the controller. ‘’And that’s why you’re going to lose this bet,’’ Jay mumbled under his breath, but loud enough for both Jake and Sunghoon to hear. Jake let out a chuckle, leaning his upper body against the headboard of Sunghoons bed.

Sunghoon heard what his friend said, but chose to remain quiet. He didn’t feel the need to defend himself, he was confident that he wouldn’t lose. His tactics had always worked, so why would this be any different this time? All he had to do was wait until you approached him, which he knew you would at some point, and take it from there. ‘’Fuck!’’ Jay exclaimed as his part of the screen turned red, indicating that he had lost the game. He threw the controller across the bed, almost hitting Jake with it. Sunghoon gave his friend a taunting smile, causing Jay to grow even angrier. ‘’You really shouldn’t underestimate me,’’ Sunghoon remarked, causing Jake to laugh as he watched Jay’s face turn red in anger.

As Sunghoon walked into his first class of the day the following day, he had almost forgotten about the bet. But luckily for him, Jay on the other hand hadn’t forgotten. As Sunghoon placed his backpack on the floor next to his seat, he suddenly felt his phone buzz in the pocket of his jeans. Running one of his hands through his hair, he quickly grabbed his phone out of his back pocket before unlocking it.

Quick reminder, 29 days left. :)

Chuckling at Jay’s text reminding him of the bet, he slumped down in his seat; muting his phone before pushing it down the pocket of his jeans once again. Students slowly started filling the room one by one, a smile occasionally appearing on Sunghoon’s lips as he greeted the people he somewhat knew passed by him. Almost every seat in the whole classroom was filled when Sunghoon felt his phone buzz in his back pocket once again, despite him putting it on mute. Pulling it out of his back pocket, an annoyed sigh left his lips as he turned off the phone completely; not even bothering to check the notification.

Yeojin had texted you that morning letting you know she wasn’t feeling too well and that she would be staying home. A part of you felt relieved as you had forgotten to return her book the previous day, knowing she needed it for her first class in the morning; avoiding having her scolding you for it during lunch. But that also meant you would have to get through the day, completely on your own.

It wasn’t like you didn’t have any friends; you did. You had plenty of people you technically could consider friends, but none of them was really your friends. They were people you could chat with during class, study together in the library, or company each other to class; but that was it. At the end of the day, they had their friend groups to return to, and well, you had Yeojin.

And since today was your lucky day, one of your classes got canceled which meant you would have to spend even more time alone; looking like a complete loner. Which you weren’t, but you sure looked like one walking down the hallways on your own while groups of people walked past you. Since everyone else was still in class, the hallways were mostly empty. You smiled as you greeted someone you briefly knew before looking back down at the phone you were holding in one of your hands, making your way towards the library.

‘’Hey!’’ The sudden voice took you by surprise, causing you to quickly look up from your phone; both your eyebrows raised as your eyes landed on a boy leaning against one of the lockers beside you, a big smile plastered on his lips. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he stood up straight, facing you. ‘’Is this going to be our official meeting spot?’’’ 

Jake fucking Sim. Your steps came to a halt as your eyes met his, your lips slightly parting but not a single word left your lips. ‘’Sorry, you took me by surprise,’’ You chuckled after a moment, slightly lowering your head to hide your embarrassment. ‘’My bad,’’ Jake smiled, pushing his phone down the front pocket of his jeans. ‘’I just wanted to check how your shoulder is doing.’’ He continued as you looked back up at him. ‘’Oh,’’ You let out, a smile plastered on your lips as you shook your head. ‘’It’s doing alright, considering the collision from yesterday.’’ A laugh trailed off his lips, his gaze meeting the ground underneath him. ‘’I’m sorry, again,’’ He began apologizing, causing you to shake your head once again. ‘’If I don’t get to apologize you don’t either.’’

It was scary how easy it was to talk to Jake. Moving countries might’ve made him extremely social, but you still found it weird how easy it was for you to talk to him. It was almost like he was someone you had known for years, even though you only interacted with him for the first time yesterday. ‘’I never got your name,’’ He suddenly let out, his brown eyes meeting yours. ‘’Y/N,’’ You smiled, causing a small smile to form on his lips as well. ‘’Jake,’’ He replied, extending one of his hands for you to shake. You looked down at his hand for a second before shaking it, a smile still spread across your lips. ‘’Nice to meet you, Y/N.’’ He smiled as his warm hand wrapped around yours. ‘’Likewise, Jake.’’

As soon as you spotted Jake, you had completely forgotten about where you were headed. Standing in one of the hallways chatting with Jake Sim seemed to be a way better idea than studying in the library on your own anyways. ‘’How come you were standing here on your own?’’ You asked, raising one of your eyebrows as the hallways slowly started filling with people once again. ‘’My class was canceled, so I figured I’d wait for my friend to get out of class.’’ He shrugged, his eyes gazing over the people leaving the nearby classroom. You hummed in response, about to ask him if he was in the same class as you; but before you could even open your mouth, a voice interrupted you.

‘’Jake?’’ A confused voice let out behind you, causing you to turn around. ‘’What are you doing here?’’ You looked up at the taller figure standing beside you, immediately recognizing the person standing a few inches away from you; Park Sunghoon himself. ‘’Didn’t you get my text?’’ Jake asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked over at his friend. Your gaze shifted over to Jake; feeling unsure if you should just leave without saying goodbye. But before you could even think about your next move, Jake's voice interrupted your thoughts. ‘’Anyways, this is Y/N,’’ The sudden mention of your name caused you to snap out of your thoughts, looking over at Sunghoon once again.

As if Sunghoon had just acknowledged the fact that you were standing right beside him, he looked over at you for the first time since he got there. As soon as his eyes landed on you, they suddenly widened. Only for a split second, but long enough for you to notice the surprised look in them. ‘’Y/N, this is Sunghoon.’’ Jake introduced you, like Sunghoon needed introducing; like no one knew who he was. ‘’Hi,’’ You smiled softly, extending one of your hands. ‘’Nice to meet you.’’ Sunghoon looked down at your extended hand before placing his own over yours. ‘’Nice to meet you Y/N.’’

Sunghoons hand was visibly bigger than Jakes, his hand wrapping around your own as a small smile formed on his lips. ‘’I think we share the same business management class on Thursdays,’’ You let out, causing Sunghoons smile to grow even bigger. ‘’We do? Maybe you can help me study then,’’ He chuckled, his hand still lingering on top of yours. You just let out a chuckle in reply, looking down at your still intertwined hands; confusion washing over you as you slowly let your hand fall down your side. 

As both Sunghoon and Jake stood in front of you, it became obvious to you why both of them had girls weak the knees. They were both extremely charming, not only were they attractive; but also very good at keeping conversations going. ‘’We’re gonna head for some lunch, why don’t you join us?’’ Jake let out as he looked over at you, eyes filled with anticipation. You felt Sunghoon gaze over at you, nibbling on his bottom lip. ‘’I have one more class before lunch, sadly,’’ You pouted, causing Jake to groan. ‘’Well that’s a pain in the ass,’’ He let out, causing a chuckle to leave your lips. ‘’Well, maybe next time,’’ He smiled. You smiled back at him, nodding your head in response.

You watched as the two boys made their way down the hallway, Jake waving to you with a smile spread across his face. You gave him a small smile as you waved back, gazing over at Sunghoon. He had both his hands shoved down the front pockets of his jeans, a stern look on his face as the two of them made their way down the hallway. You stood there for a minute, trying to process what had just happened.

‘’Dude, how did you know?’’ Sunghoon let out as soon as he knew you weren’t anywhere nearby. ‘’What do you mean?’’ Jake asked, looking over at his friend; confusion lingering in his voice. ‘’That’s her,’’ Sunghoon continued, raising his eyebrows. ‘’Her?’’ Jake asked, both his eyebrows furrowed together. ‘’That’s the girl,’’ Sunghoon let out once again, staring at his friend walking beside him. Jake stared at him in confusion for a second before raising both his eyebrows as he realized what his friend was talking about, his steps coming to a halt. ‘’No fucking way,’’ Jake mumbled, a small chuckle trailing off Sunghoons lips. Bingo, Sunghoon thought, fucking bingo.

As Thursday morning rolled around, Sunghoon was fully expecting you to greet him as you walked into the classroom. He kept his eyes glued on the door from the moment he sat down, his foot anxiously tapping against the floor as he waited for you to walk through the door.

Sunghoon had surprised himself, remembering how you had told him you shared the same class on Thursday mornings; considering the fact he barely remembered the name Jake had introduced you as. Not that he really cared, he didn’t have to know your name to make you fall for him. So the moment you finally walked through the door, a small smile crept onto Sunghoons lips as he sat up straight; getting ready for you to greet him.

But as Sunghoon waited for you to greet him, he slowly realized you weren’t going to even acknowledge him. No, instead you just walked straight past him, your eyes not leaving the screen of your phone as you walked by. Sunghoon slightly furrowed his eyebrows as he gazed over at you, now sitting down in your seat. Confusion washed over Sunghoon, had you really not seen him? There was no way you had just walked past him, you were the one who had told him you two shared the same class; that meant you had to be interested in him, right?

Sunghoon’s mind kept racing the entire class, making it incredibly hard for him to concentrate or get anything done. He kept gazing over at you every now and then, but you never even acknowledged the fact that he was sitting across the room; annoyance building up inside of the boy as he realized he would have to be the one who approached you if he wanted to win this stupid bet.

It was true, you hadn’t even acknowledged the fact that Sunghoon was even in the classroom nor had you noticed the way he kept gazing over at you. You were too busy being annoyed at Yeojin for still not being back at school, resting your forehead in one of your hands as you tried your best to hide your phone underneath the table; pretending to be reading something in the book placed in front of you as you texted back and forth with your friend.

‘’Hi,’’ A low voice suddenly let out in front of you, almost causing you to jump as you quickly locked your phone. You let the phone fall into your lap as you looked up, your gaze meeting the gaze of the person who was now standing in front of you. ‘’Can I help you?’’ You let out, the tone of your voice sounding way more annoyed than you intended it to. Your lips slightly parted as you realized who the person now standing in front of your desk was. ‘’Oh,’’ Sunghoon chuckled as he shoved his hands down the front pockets of his pants. ‘’I was just wondering if I could borrow your notes? The professor left to get some coffee so I couldn’t ask him.’’

At that moment, you wanted to mentally slap yourself. ‘’Oh.’’ You quietly let out, avoiding his gaze by looking back down at the book in front of you. ‘’Sure.’’ You mumbled as you began looking through the papers laying in front of you. ‘’Bad day?’’ Sunghoon asked, his eyes still glued on you. You let a chuckle trail off your lips as you handed him the notes, still avoiding his gaze; the feeling of embarrassment for snapping at him still lingering.

Sunghoon, however, only got more annoyed when he noticed you wouldn’t even look at him. Why were you being so difficult? ‘’Y/N, right?’’ He suddenly let out as he gently grabbed the papers which in reality, he didn’t even need; he just needed an excuse to talk to you. As your eyes finally met his, Sunghoon prayed that he didn’t just mess up your name and accidentally called you another girls name. ‘’Yeah,’’ You replied while scanning his face, trying to figure out why he was still standing in front of you. ‘’Wanna study together some day after school, Y/N?’’

The question did not only surprise you, but it surprised Sunghoon just as much; if not more. As soon as the question left his lips, he immediately regretted it. He felt like he was in middle school all over again, asking girls if they wanted to study with him after school in a desperate attempt to show them he liked them; and the fact that you were just staring at him wasn’t making it any better. Before Sunghoon could even try to make the situation better by explaining himself, a laugh trailed off your lips. ‘’I was not expecting that,’’ You replied, a smile on your lips as you looked up at the guy standing in front of you.

Sunghoon had never felt more pathetic in his entire life. The question was embarrassing as it was, but you just made it ten times worse by making fun of him. ‘’But sure, as an apology for snapping at you like that.’’ As the words left your mouth, Sunghoon finally relaxed as he gave you a small smile. ‘’Sounds like a great deal.’’

You were about to lose your mind if Yeojin didn’t come back soon.

As the weekend rolled around and yet another party was being thrown, Sunghoon was getting slightly annoyed at himself; or maybe it was you he was getting annoyed at. A week had already passed, yet he had only interacted with you twice. He had seen you in the cafeteria a few times during the week, but each and every time you had simply walked past him like he wasn’t even there. The annoyance building up inside of the boy had only gotten worse as he had embarrassed himself. Not only had he embarrassed himself by asking a girl if they wanted to study someday, like he wasn’t twenty and in college but more like he was back to being twelve and desperate; he had embarrassed himself in front of his entire class.

‘’Stop sulking,’’ Jay groaned, looking back at his friend using the rearview window placed in the ceiling above him. Sunghoon however just kept staring out the window, completely ignoring his best friend. ‘’I get it, you’re worried about losing the bet,’’ Jay continued, looking back at the road. ‘’I’m not,’’ Sunghoon was quick to respond, his eyes quickly darting over to his friend. A small smirk spread across Jay’s lips, finding how quick Sunghoon was to defend himself amusing. ‘’I just fucking embarrassed myself, that’s all.’’ Sunghoon muttered, his gaze returning to the window.

‘’Major setback if you ask me.’’

If there was one thing Jay was amazing at, it was definitely getting on Sunghoons nerves. He knew exactly what buttons to push to make the boy want to smash his face in, and there had been a few incidents where Sunghoon almost acted on his thoughts; but he knew he had to be the bigger man, like right now for example. Instead of replying, he just kept staring at the window as Jay continued driving, a small chuckle trailing off his lips.

‘’Do I look acceptable?’’ Yeojin spun around as she spoke, her flowy dress exposing the skin of her thighs. You scanned her body, furrowing your eyebrows as you bit your lower lip. ‘’You look alright I suppose,’’ You joked, your eyes meeting hers as a small smile spread across your lips. 

Even though Yeojin had been sick all week, she made sure to get better before Friday. You could tell she was still not fully recovered judging by her slightly runny nose and her glossy eyes, but there was also no way Yeojin would ever miss a party. If there was one thing you had noticed during the past year you had been friends with Yeojin, it was the fact that she simply just couldn’t say no to a party; which you were somewhat grateful for. Because without her dragging you along to all these parties you simply would be spending every weekend at your parent's house, which wasn’t half as fun as watching your dear friend get absolutely hammered.

‘’Fuck off.’’ Her voice was still kind of hoarse, a small smile plastered on her slips as well as she hit your arm playfully. ‘’That’s what you get for leaving me all alone for a whole week,’’ You replied, grabbing your purse before throwing it over your shoulder. ‘’You weren’t alone though,’’ Yeojin replied, bending down to tie her shoes as she spoke. ‘’You had two boys practically begging for you to fuck them.’’

Jake. It was the first thing you told Yeojin about, how the Jake Sim had approached you twice in one week. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought about him and how good he looked when he’d flash you a smile, because you had thought of him; maybe a little too much. But Sunghoon? Somewhere along the lines, you must’ve mentioned your encounter with Park Sunghoon as well. ‘’Fuck you.’’

As you stood on your own, leaning against one of the walls, you slowly started regretting your decision to come with Yeojin to this forsaken party. It had only been around half an hour, yet the strawberry blonde girl was nowhere to be seen. She accompanied you to the kitchen to get yourself something to drink before she suddenly spotted some of her friends, and before you knew it, she had disappeared. So, when you stood there, sipping on your drink as people around you danced; the thought of spending the weekend at your parent's house suddenly didn’t seem so bad.

‘’Y/N?’’

Just as you were about to take your phone out of your purse and let Yeojin know you would probably be heading home soon, the sudden mention of your name caught your attention. ‘’Don’t tell me you’re standing here all on your own?’’ 

And just like that, like a savior sent from above, Jake was suddenly standing in front of you. He was dressed in all black, holding the same red cup as you were in one of his hands; now leaning against the wall beside you. ‘’Looks like I am,’’ You chuckled, taking another sip of the alcohol in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves. ‘’Then let me keep you company.’’

As your eyes met, you suddenly felt like downing the rest of the alcohol that remained in your cup. Your lips slightly parted as he gave you a smile, shoving one of his hands down the front pockets of his pants. You scanned his face, the darkness of the room making it hard for you to make out if he was just incredibly drunk or if he was actually trying to flirt with you. ‘’Wanna sit down?’’ His question made you nod, a small smile appearing on your lips as well.

If you would’ve known you would be spending your night next to Jake, his thigh brushing against yours; you probably wouldn’t have gone. Because there was no way you’d be able to handle this without the alcohol in your system, shivers being sent down your spine every time his thigh brushed against your bare one. Your skirt had ridden up your thigh and you could now feel the fabric of his pants every now and then, making you slightly nervous. ‘’She dumped you because you canceled your date?’’ You asked, your eyebrows furrowed at the boy's statement. A chuckle trailed off Jake’s lips, nodding his head in response. ‘’Well,’’ He replied as he leaned against the couch, holding his cup in one of his hands. ‘’I guess I kind of had it coming.’’

Not in a billion years would you have thought you’d be spending your Friday night on a couch, listening to Jake out of all people rant about his girl problems. A part of you found it oddly comforting, the fact that he felt comfortable enough to tell you about his love problems made you believe that made he felt just as comfortable around you as you did around him, almost like you’ve known each other your whole life. It was a weird feeling to say the least, but who were you to complain? Jake Sim was sitting next to you, his leg touching your bare thigh. ‘’I wouldn’t have dumped you if I was her.’’

It was probably the alcohol speaking, but at this point, you had nothing to lose. He looked at you, his eyes wide from your sudden confidence before a small smile crept onto his lips. ‘’Really?’’ He let out, not taking his eyes off you. You nodded in response, your eyes meeting his. As you felt his hand creep onto your thigh, you could’ve sworn your heart stopped beating right there and then. ‘’I enjoy talking to you, Y/N.’’ He smiled, using his thumb to slowly stroke your thigh.

If it wasn’t because of the alcohol you had in your system, you probably would’ve passed out. You weren’t a virgin, but you weren’t exactly experienced either. You had hooked up with people before, but it was never any good; it was usually drunk one nightstands thrusting into you a few times before finishing, no foreplay and you definitely never got to cum. So Jake’s touch was something you had never experienced before, and the way he was now licking his lips wasn’t making things any easier for you.

‘’Jake?’’

A part of you wanted to thank whoever just interrupted whatever was about to happen, but another part of you wanted to smack the person across their face for ruining your chances of getting laid. ‘’Sunghoon, where the fuck have you been?’’ Jake let out, breaking your eye contact as he looked over to the boy now standing in front of the couch.

Sunghoon felt like punching his best friend in the face. He had spotted you two talking from across the room and satisfaction had washed over him; thinking his best friend was helping him win the bet by talking to you. But as he came closer and saw the way his hand was moving closer and closer to your core, he quickly realized that wasn’t the case. No, he was trying to fuck you. ‘’What are you doing here?’’ Sunghoon hissed, looking down at Jakes hand which was still placed on your thigh. ‘’I got dumped so I came here, just like you asked me to!’’

It suddenly made sense to Sunghoon why he was trying to get in your pants. He had gotten dumped which meant he wouldn’t have someone to go home with, which made you his target. An ironic chuckle trailed off Sunghoons lips as his eyes met Jakes once again, Jake slowly moving his hand off your thigh as he saw the look on his friend's face. ‘’You should’ve told us,’’ Sunghoon muttered. ‘’You should go say hey to Jay.’’ He almost demanded, not taking his eyes off Jake.

Sunghoon could see the defeat in Jakes eyes, his lips parting like he was about to say something; but he refrained from doing so, not wanting to argue in front of you. ‘’Sure,’’ He mumbled under his breath, getting up from the couch. ‘’You keep her company then.’’ Jake hissed as he stood in front of his friend, not breaking their eye contact. Jake made sure to bump into Sunghoons shoulder as he walked past him, disappearing into the crowd of people.

Another chuckle emerged from Sunghoons throat, visibly annoyed by his friends' behavior. You, on the other hand, felt beyond uncomfortable. Not only had Jake left without saying a word to you after practically getting ready to finger you right there and then, but you were now alone with Sunghoon. Sunghoon quickly noticed how uncomfortable you were as his eyes landed on you, who was now pulling your skirt back down your thighs. ‘’It’s okay, you don’t need to stay here with me. I was planning on leaving soon anyways,’’ You mumbled, avoiding eye contact with the taller boy standing in front of you. The truth was, you weren’t planning on leaving; you were hoping Jake would come back sooner or later.

Sunghoon saw right through your lie. He was well aware of the fact that you weren’t planning on leaving, he could tell by the way you were rubbing your thighs together that you had hoped for something else. ‘’Do you have anyone picking you up?’’ Sunghoon suddenly asked, causing you to look up at him. ‘’No, but I’ll just walk,’’ You let out, wanting to get out of the situation as fast as possible. ‘’Then let me walk you home.’’

Sunghoon saw his opportunity, and he took it. You just stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out how you could tell him no in the nicest way possible. ‘’I don’t live too far away, I’ll be okay,’’ You forced yourself to give the boy a small smile, shaking your head as you spoke. ‘’No, I insist,’’ Sunghoon continued, shaking his head as well. ‘’I don’t want you walking alone this late.’’

Since he put it that way, you simply had no other choice but to let the boy walk you home.

As you were walking down the street, with you holding your jacket in your hands and Sunghoon walking by your side with his hands shoved down the pockets of his jeans silence fell over the two of you. You looked down at your shoes, trying your best to come up with something to say to avoid the awkward silence. Sunghoon on the other hand, was too busy thinking. He was annoyed, annoyed at his best friend for trying to get you, his bet, in bed with him; but he was also annoyed at you.

He tried figuring out why you were being so difficult. Why you tried to get away from his presence the first chance you got, why you weren’t even trying to talk to him; why you were all over his best friend and not him. He simply just couldn’t figure it out, mainly because it had never happened to him before. He was used to girls begging for his attention, but you? You were the complete opposite and it was starting to get on his nerves. ‘’I only live a couple of houses down from here, you can go back to the party if you want,’’ You suddenly spoke, causing Sunghoon to snap out of his thoughts. He looked over at you, both his eyebrows raised. ‘’I wanna make sure you actually get home,’’ He replied as he kept walking, completely ignoring the point you were trying to make; that you wanted him to leave. You didn’t get the chance to protest before he was already a few feet in front of you, making it clear that he wasn’t leaving.

The awkward silence once again returned as you unlocked your front door, turning around so you could face the taller boy. ‘’Thank you for following me home,’’ You gave him a soft smile, scanning the boy who was now leaning against the wall of your parents' house. ‘’No problem, I just wanted to make sure you got home safe.’’ He smiled at you, his dimples showing. 

As you scanned the boy standing in front you, you realized your chances of getting laid tonight were nonexistent at this point. Your core was still aching for touch from the way Jake had been stroking your thigh, and you didn’t feel like getting off on your own tonight. ‘’Actually,’’ You let out, your gaze shifting over to the driveway; noticing the fact that your parents' car was gone, indicating that they weren’t even home. ‘’Do you wanna come in for a while? I can make some ramen, as a thank you for walking me home.’’ Sunghoons eyes widened for a second, shock washing over him. The question took him by surprise, it was the last thing he expected you to ask, especially since you barely said a word to him on the way to your house. ‘’Sure.’’ He smiled, causing you to smile back at him before opening the front door. Jackpot.

Sunghoon looked around as he entered your kitchen, with you walking in front of him. Your house wasn’t too big, but it wasn’t small either; and by the pictures scattered around the walls, he could tell it was only you and your parents living there. ‘’Do you want some water?’’ You asked, causing Sunghoon to look over at you who was now leaning against one of the countertops. He shook his head in response, his eyes still gazing around the room. ‘’This is a nice house,’’ Sunghoon let out, walking over to one of the pictures sitting on top of the countertop beside you. A chuckle trailed off your lips as you watched him scan your high school graduation picture. ‘’You were cute,’’ Sunghoon chuckled, not taking his eyes off the picture. You just chuckled once again, too busy scanning his side profile as he spoke.

You noticed the birthmark placed on the side of his nose, something you had never seen before. Mainly because you had never been this close to him, but also because you never really looked at him. His jawline was sharp as he studied the picture, a small smile plastered on his plump lips.

‘’Sunghoon?’’ You let out, causing him to hum in response as he continued studying the picture he was holding in one of his hands. ‘’Do you wanna fuck?’’

Sunghoon could’ve sworn he almost choked on his own saliva as the question left your lips. He quickly looked up at you, both his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to tell if you were joking or not. But by the way you were staring right back at him, your eyes filled with lust told him you weren’t joking. ‘’You want me to fuck you?’’ He let out, letting go of the picture he was still holding in one of his hands. ‘’Please.’’

You didn’t have to ask twice. Before you could even react, you felt his lips press against yours. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He hungrily moved his lips against yours, his hands grabbing your waist as he pulled you as close to his body as possible. It was probably the alcohol's fault, but at this point you craved psychical touch and Sunghoon just happened to be there. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, causing you to let out a small whimper; slightly tugging at his dark hair.

One of his hands found its way to the back of your thigh, indicating for you to get on the counter which you happily obliged, placing yourself on top of the counter using his help. The kiss was sloppy and wet, but you weren’t complaining; it was exactly what you wanted. ‘’Are you really that desperate to get fucked?’’ Sunghoon muttered against your lips, causing you to let out a small moan. His lips moved down your throat, pressing wet kisses against your skin; the pleasure washing over you. 

Sunghoon noticed the way you were desperately rubbing your thighs together, a chuckle leaving his lips as he placed one of his hands on your thighs. He slowly slipped his hand under your skirt, his fingers brushing by your now soaking underwear. The touch caused yet another moan to emerge from your throat, causing Sunghoon to smirk in satisfaction.

Sunghoon knew he wasn’t the one who had gotten you this wet, he knew it was all because of Jake; but he was going to make sure he was the one to make you cum. He quickly slipped his hand down your underwear, greeted by your wet slit. He slowly ran his fingers up and down your slit, listening to your whimpers as he continued kissing down your neck. ‘’You’re so wet,’’ He murmured, using his other hand to spread your legs further apart; giving him easier access to your wet core. You threw your head back in pleasure as your core finally got some attention, the attention you had been begging for ever since Jake's hand left your thigh earlier that night. Before you could even process what was happening, you felt Sunghoon slip one of his fingers into you.

The way your slick walls pulsated around his finger made his cock twitch in his pants, a groan leaving his lips. ‘’More,’’ You whimpered as Sunghoon slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. ‘’What was that? You have to ask for it,’’ Sunghoon mumbled as he continued pumping his finger in and out of you, going at a painfully slow pace. ‘’Please, more,’’ You begged, causing Sunghoon to chuckle against your skin. ‘’That’s more like it.’’ Before you could even process what he had just said, you felt yet another finger slip into you. Moans spilled from your lips as he felt you stretch around his fingers, causing him to curse under his breath. He quickly fastened his pace, now slamming his fingers into you. You spread your legs even wider without even realizing, pleasure now taking over your entire body.

Sunghoon watched as his fingers slammed into you, the tent in his pants only growing bigger as he watched your skirt roll up your waist. ‘’Sunghoon,’’ His name left your lips, making it harder for him to continue fingering you instead of ramming his now painfully hard cock inside of you. ‘’I’m close,’’ You continued, your head was still thrown back from all the pleasure. ‘’Cum all over my fingers,’’ He mumbled, looking up at you. You face was scrunched up from the pleasure, causing Sunghoon to groan as he scanned your fucked out expression. He suddenly felt you clench around his fingers, your loud moans indicating that you were extremely close to your release. Within seconds, he felt you tremble underneath him as you came all over his fingers; whimpers leaving your throat as you came. He continued thrusting his fingers into you, letting you ride out your orgasm. The room fell silent, the only noise being your desperate pants and the sound of his fingers slowly slipping out of your sticky entrance.

‘’Open your mouth,’’ He let out as he pulled his hand out of your soaking underwear. You quickly obliged, parting your lips as you stuck your tongue out. He placed his fingers inside your mouth, your tongue quickly greeting it by coating it in saliva; sucking your own release off his fingers. A groan was heard from Sunghoon as he watched you suck on his fingers, the feeling of your tongue swirling around his lanky fingers causing his cock to twitch. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth before smashing his lips against yours once again, grabbing your face using one of his hands. ‘’That was hot.’’ He murmured against your lips, causing you to chuckle into the kiss. ‘’Will you fuck me now, please?’’

He slowly pulled away, placing his forehead against yours. A smirk crept onto his lip as he looked at you, your eyes wide; practically begging for him to fuck you right there and then. He stroked your cheek before pressing a kiss onto your lips. ‘’It’s late, I think you better get some sleep.’’ He mumbled, causing you to groan. ‘’Please?’’ You mumbled, grinding yourself against his crotch. Sunghoon let out a sigh as he felt you grind against him, making it incredibly hard for him to say no. ‘’We’ll save that for some other time, hm?’’ He let out, his other hand stroking your inner thigh. You groaned once again, followed by a small sigh. ‘’Fine.’’

You leaned against the doorway as you watched him tie his shoes, a small smile plastered on your lips. ‘’Once again, thank you for walking me home,’’ You mumbled, a snicker being heard from the boy in front of you. ‘’Is that really all you should be thanking me for?’’ He smirked, your eyes meeting his as he stood back up; grabbing his coat. ‘’And for making me cum.’’ You chuckled, watching him pull his coat over his body. ‘’Anytime.’’ He replied, a smirk still plastered on his lips; you playfully hit his shoulder, causing him to laugh. 

‘’Have a good night, Y/N.’’ He smiled as he opened the front door, getting ready to leave. ‘’You too, Sunghoon.’’ You gave him a soft smile, the chilly night air causing you to shiver as it hit your bare legs. ‘’And Y/N?’’ He continued as he stepped outside, your hand placed on the door handle; ready to close the door after him. ‘’Hm?’’ You replied, tilting your head as you waited for him to continue. ‘’Remember we still have our study date.’’ The words made you chuckle, giving him a smile. ‘’Of course.’’ With a big smile on his lips, he started walking down your driveway; the noise of you shutting the door and locking it behind him and a feeling of victory lingering in his chest.

As you laid down on your bed, a sigh escaped your lips. Your head was spinning, probably from all the alcohol you had been drinking earlier that night; feeling nauseous by just thinking about the headache you’d wake up with. You might’ve made the worst mistake in your entire life by letting Park Sunghoon finger you on your kitchen counter, but that would have to be something you dealt with in the morning; your eyelids feeling heavy, sleep slowly creeping up on you.

If you only knew what you had gotten yourself into.

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[menofchaos]

Coco x Reader

Note: Not sure where this came from but I'm not questioning writing inspo! This look holds a special place in my little heart. Shout out to @thesewickedhands for the gif and @spideyspeaches for the divider. Sexy warnings. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Her foot tapped anxiously against the floor, her eyes watching the clock on the wall as it ticked by, minute after minute. The playlist on her phone was on its third round, the mostly-melted candles on the table were put out only moments before. The street outside was silent, no rumbling of his bike engine alerting her of his arrival. She looked at her phone screen, tapping the screen to illuminate it again. No notifications still. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the prickling anger she felt in her veins. He had never stood her up before and was never late without an explanation. The hour hand moved to the 12 and she shook her head. He was officially three hours late. She cleaned up the remnants of their date, covering his plate with tinfoil and sticking it in the microwave. She considered how to approach him when he came home. While it was his first offense, it was their second anniversary. Two years of dealing with their own individual relationship traumas, the club, exes to get to the solid ground they found themselves on. Or so she thought. She entertained herself with going the toxic route. Texting him and telling him not to come home, locking him out or waiting up for him and blowing up on him as soon as he stepped foot through the door. Before she finished eating, her phone lit up with a call. From EZ. Fuck.

“Hello?” she answered nervously.

“Hey uh…Coco needs a ride home from the clubhouse,” EZ sighed, “Jesus, dude.”

She frowned, “Is he okay?”

“He’s wasted. We had some club shit run long and as soon as we got back, he hit the bar hard. Finished a whole bottle. He’s mouthing off to everyone. Can you take him home? He’s getting belligerent. Gilly and Angel said they’ve never seen him like this.”

She closed her eyes as she listened, hearing arguing in the background, “I’m gonna change and then I’ll be on my way.”

“Thanks,” he murmured, “The gate’s open, we’ll be here to help you get him in the car- bro, why don’t we go outside and have a cigarette? Your girl is coming over.”

She heard a voice she knew anywhere, slurring and harsh, responding to the suggestion.

“I’ll see you soon, E,” she sighed, “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he hung up and she pulled off her dress, changing into a pair of cotton shorts and one of Coco’s old flannel shirts. She slid some shoes on and grabbed her purse, the ride silent as she drove through the dark streets of Santo Padre. When she pulled up to the clubhouse, Coco and EZ were sitting on the porch steps. Coco was resting his head against the stair railing, a lit cigarette in his limp fingers. Chucky was cleaning the other side of the steps. Gilly walked outside as she got out.

“What happened?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Gilly scoffed, “But he better get it together. I almost knocked him the fuck out.”

“Fuck off,” Coco’s retort was raspy and low but lacked the usual bite.

Gilly rolled his eyes, “Come on, boy scout,” the two men picked up Coco, helping him into the passenger seat of her SUV. EZ handed her a water bottle after they closed the door, “He threw up already but he’s been quiet since. Hopefully he just goes to bed.”

“Good luck,” Gilly nodded, “Text when you get home so we know you made it. We can come kick his ass if you need us.”

“I can handle him but thanks boys,” she smiled softly, “I’ll make sure he apologizes tomorrow.”

EZ laughed, “Want me to follow, just in case?”

She shook her head, “I'll call if there’s a problem. Good night,” she got in the car and started driving home. Coco’s eyes were closed and his head was against the door.

“You got anything to say?” she asked him a few minutes later.

He grunted, “Got a cigarette?”

She sighed, “In my purse.”

He reached down and opened her bag, lighting a cigarette and opening the window to let the smoke out. She waited for him to take a few drags, pulling up to a red light.

“Anything else you wanna say?” she looked over at him.

He rubbed his eyes, “We almost home? I’m fuckin’ tired.”

She scoffed, “Unbelievable.”

He narrowed his eyes, “What?”

The light turned green and she started driving, “You don’t call or text all day. You stood me up to get shitfaced with your brothers, who you pissed off so bad they almost beat your ass, and all you have to say is you’re tired?”

“Pretty much,” he grumbled.

“You can get yourself inside because picking you up is about where my hospitality runs out,” she snapped.

“I can walk,” he hissed, “I’m drunk, not paralyzed.”

She pulled into the driveway and got out of the car after grabbing her purse, slamming her door behind her. Coco stumbled out, following her up the path to the house. They went inside and he collapsed on the couch, closing his eyes.

“I don’t know where you get the balls to treat me like this, Johnny,” she glared, “I don’t know what your fucking problem is but I didn’t do shit to you. We were fine this morning, you were more than happy to let me suck your dick in the shower but now I get this drunk, pissy asshole who doesn’t even have the decency to let me know he’s gonna miss our anniversary dinner for what? Drinks with the guys? Something you can do literally whenever-”

“Celia has Letty doing fuckin’ porn.”

She froze at the admission, her eyes wide in shock as she watched his still form. She hadn’t heard his mother or daughter’s name since he first told her about their situation. They had been looking through some old boxes of his and a few pictures fell out of a stack of papers. One was of a newborn, her eyes big and her hair dark. His twin. It hung in his cell while he was inside. The other was a picture of 8 year old Coco next to a woman in a green dress, fixing his little matching tie. It was one of the few good memories he had of his childhood, the one event at school she attended. Celia had a sugar daddy and wasn’t on the corner or strung out. It didn’t last long and it wasn’t perfect, but at least he wasn’t cooking heroin to shoot into her veins. 

Question after question tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop herself, “Are you sure? How do you know? You talked to them? Why didn’t you tell me? Do you want me to knock Celia's ass out?”

She stepped closer when he didn’t respond. She rolled her eyes when she saw his chest rising evenly, “Pendejo,” she mumbled.

She moved a pillow behind his back to make sure he was propped up, then set a bucket on the floor near him. She watched him for a few minutes, his face soft in sleep. She took his shoes off and set his gun on the side table, then covered him with a blanket. She texted Gilly and EZ, letting them know they made it inside unscathed. She climbed into bed and tried to sleep but her mind was still going a mile a minute. Last she knew, Celia and Letty were living in Fresno and Coco’s only contact with his mother was when she needed money. She tossed and turned for a while until she fell into a very uneasy sleep.

She woke up alone with even more questions and even less answers. She heard movement in the kitchen and decided to let him come to her. She was checking her phone when the bedroom door opened to reveal Coco with a mug in his hand, showered and in different clothes.

“I wanted to let you sleep,” he explained and set the mug down on her nightstand.

“Thanks,” she sat up slowly, putting her phone down in favor of the coffee.

He sat on the side of the bed by her legs, “I made it the way you like.”

She nodded and took a sip, “Hungover?”

“Pretty bad one,” he smiled softly, “Guess I deserve it.”

“At least,” she murmured, taking another sip.

“Good?” he checked, motioning the mug. She nodded, “Look, ma. Yesterday was fucked. And that's on me, you know? You were right, you didn’t do shit but I took it out on you anyway. I’m sorry for that.”

She set the coffee down to tie her long hair up in a messy bun, “Thank you for apologizing but I still have a million questions.”

Beeping from the kitchen sounded faintly, “I gotta get that, I cooked you breakfast,” he stood up, “You wanna come eat? I’ll answer your questions.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” she agreed.

He went to the door but paused, turning back around, “Can I kiss you or am I still in the doghouse?”

She couldn’t help smiling at his serious face, eyes wide and sad. She crooked a finger at him and he darted across the room, pressing a few hard kisses to her lips.

Coco headed back to the kitchen, taking a steadying breath as he fixed her a plate. His military training still had him up early, long night or not. He woke up on the couch alone, still dressed with a bucket on the floor. Memories of the previous day and night flooded back to him and he knew he needed to stop wallowing and talk to his partner. She was his queen. She always accepted, never judged and matched his energy effortlessly. She deserved better than how he treated her, which is how he found himself buying a bouquet of flowers at 7:30 in the morning, the cashier smirking knowingly. He cooked her favorite breakfast, texting apologies to his brothers when he had a free second. 

She joined him a few minutes later, sitting down with her coffee mug. He set their plates down, “How’d I do?” he asked.

“So far, you’re going in the right direction,” she admitted, taking a few bites, “This is actually perfect. You buy this?” she joked.

Coco laughed, “Damn, alright. I deserved that,” he lit a blunt, “So…the club and I were talking to Louie the other day and he told me he made a movie with my little sister but he didn’t know till she came back all pissed off about money.”

She frowned, “Shit. So it’s too late to stop it?”

“Already uploaded,” he murmured, letting the smoke out, “I saw the little picture thing. The thumbnail.”

“Coco,” her face softened, “Why?”

He shrugged, “I guess I was hoping he got it wrong, you know? Even though she threatened him with the club.”

“I guess he didn’t,” she took a drag of the blunt when he passed it over.

“It’s her. Remember when I got back late the other day? I found Celia on the corner,” he admitted, “Told her to arrange a meeting. I met them at a diner yesterday afternoon. Celia told Letty I’m her dad and she ran off with a trucker. I uh…I don’t know where she is.”

She set the blunt in the ashtray, “Baby…”

Coco shook his head, “Club shit went a little weird yesterday. Took much longer than we thought. I was so in my own head that time just got away from me. I know that’s a shit excuse but…”

She took another bite, “And the drinking?”

He leaned back in his chair, pushing his food around with his fork, “I was gonna have one and come home. It was like my brain shut off. Next thing I knew, I was throwing up on the stairs.”

“That’s heavy,” she held her hand out across the table, “You don’t need to deal alone anymore, my love. You know that.”

“I know, I know,” he squeezed her hand, kissing her knuckles, “I just…it’s Celia.”

She nodded, knowing his mom was one of his biggest issues, “So…we getting a bigger place?”

His eyes widened, “What?”

She stroked his hand with her thumb, “We don’t have a spare room for Letty, she’s what, 16? We aren’t gonna bring her here just to have her sleep on the couch.”

She barely had the sentence out before he kissed her with bruising pressure, holding her cheeks as she whimpered. They were breathless when he broke the kiss, their lips still brushing together.

“Why are you so fucking good to me?” he whispered, “I don’t deserve it. Especially after last night.”

“I’m good to you because we’re in this together,” she licked her lips, smirking when his eyes fluttered closed at the feel of her tongue, “And because you’re taking the day off to make it up to me. That’s not a request.”

A devilish smirk crossed his lips, “Does that mean I get to eat your pussy all day?”

Her eyes lit up, “I mean…at least.”

She laughed as he carried her over his shoulder back to their room, tugging her shorts down her legs and leaving them in the hall as the bedroom door slammed closed.

“Taking advantage while you can?” she joked as her back hit the mattress. Coco crawled over her, pushing her shirt up and kissing the skin he exposed before helping her out of her shirt, kissing her hungrily. She wrapped her legs around his, pressing closer to him. He groaned as he ran a hand down her side, slipping his fingers between her legs. She gasped, her hips rolling as he touched her. He kissed back down her arching body, his tongue and fingers moving slow and deliberate. Coco smirked when he sucked harder, his tongue speeding up on her clit. He loved eating pussy but there was something about hers that made him feel insatiable. Her taste, her smell, the needy sounds she made when she got closer. Her long nails were scraping his skin as she gripped his hair, moans getting louder as she fell over the edge. Hearing her cry his name over and over like a prayer had him grinding against the bed as he brought her over a second time. He looked up to see her trembling, her chest heaving as she collapsed back on the bed.

“So that was one?” he smirked, licking his glistening lips as she laughed. He didn’t wait for an answer before lowering his head between her legs.

#coco x reader #coco cruz imagine #mayans imagine #mayans mc #johnny coco cruz #coco cruz

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[Start ID: 5 pages of HLVRAI doodles following the Neo Science Team as they are preparing to head into the Xen Portal.

Benrey says with a mild grin: "time to sleep! oh yeah!" "NO!" Gordon yells at him as Benrey runs in the opposite direction of where they're heading, back down the corridor. "bed is over here! back here!" Benrey continues, undetered and pointing towards the end of the room at corridor. Gordon is exasperated: "It's not even been the 3 hours we usually can be awake for!!" Suddenly, Benrey turns back, dragging his feet and mumbling: "we can't go in that room. there's no bed there."

"Let's go to the alien homeworld...and kill a space god! Or something," Gordon says, his intent set on going through with what they'd initially agreed upon. Darnold, standing beside him, swallows nervously. He begins to pet Sasha, almost out of habit: "O-oh, yes! Yes we were...that was planned...! How could I forget? Albeit... not the... safest option, but I suppose we've run out of all other options-" His petting had gotten a little forceful with the building nervousness, and Sasha lets out a noise of pain when Darnold's fingers dig into her back. "Sorry about that, Sash'," Darnold whispers. Dr Coomer decides to step in, responding: "Oh Dr Darnold, I do believe we sold our safety the moment we stepped into Black Mesa! Don't you remember the paperwork?"

Gordon drags a hand down his face, exhausted: "I- I don't know what you're talking about, man… I don't know what kind of docum- paperwork you've been signing, but I never signed up for any of this-" Bubby raises an eyebrow: "What are you talking about? We've ALL signed our paperwork, Gordon." "What paperwork?" Gordon squawks at him, "You didn't sign any paperwork, you CAME from this place. Isn't that, like, a given?" Bubby simply replies: "Yes, precisely! And I've signed it. Why haven't you?" Darnold sighs: "I know I signed the paperwork, but-" Tommy cuts in to remind Gordon: "We signed it on our first day remember, Mr Freeman?" "I," is all Gordon manages to spit out. Darnold continues: "I know I signed the paperwork, but, you know, one never expects to find youself in such a, a situation where it actually becomes a huge concern. I mean, the occasional chemical burn and fizz accidents are inevitable, and quite avoidable if I may add, but a life is quite a different matter, you see."

Benrey scratches at his chin, looking up in mock thought: "yeah, Darnold's got the right idea. should, uh, listen to him. let's go back, 's boring here." Tommy's eyes fall on Sasha, the Gubb nuzzling into Darnold's arm. He points at her: "O-oh, are you- are you scared- concerned about Sasha, uh, Darnold?" "Y'know, that's probably not gonna be our biggest problem," Gordon says, observantly. "Cuz', I mean, we've seen what she can do, she- honestly, she's got a better shot at surviving than MOST of us. She could be kinda useful, actually."

Darnold shoots Gordon a disapproval look: "Dr Freeman, she's a delicate soul. I would never put her through anything we've been through!" "We- we kinda already have-" Gordon attempts to say. Bubby points an accusatory finger at him: "Gordon, there's no need to be rude, the man is talking about his companion, not a tool!" Gordon throws his arms up in surrender: "You know what? You're right. I'll take this one gracefully and admit that. "Kinda fucked up," Bubby reiterates. "Yeah, yeah," Gordon responds, then speaks to Darnold, "I'll give it to you for managing to keep your compassion in all this, dude. Hey, you might walk out of this sane afterall-" Tommy's voice overrides anything Gordon is saying: "Maybe- maybe the best thing we can do is to leave her here." Darnold tenses at that. He turns back to Tommy, where the latter is looking elsewhere, the MP5 still poised in his grip pointing at the opposite wall. "You said this would be- this was a temporary arrangement…" Tommy trails off /End ID.]

Click here to continue to next post >> Previous story parts found here: [Part 1.][Part 2.][Part 3.][Part 4.][Part 5.][Part 6.][Part 7.][Part 8.][Part 9.]

(This was drawn way before the requests, so if you see an art style difference. No you don't ;).)

(Also yeah, the front part's from canon dialogue. Fitting headcanon into canon babeyyy.)

#snail's art #hlvrai #hlvrai darnold #hlvrai gordon #hlvrai tommy #hlvrai bubby #hlvrai coomer #hlvrai benrey #id

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Trimax Thoughts Vol. 10 Pt. 1

Stream of consciousness again. Here goes (I say with a lot of trepidation even though I have a sinking feeling I already know what's going to happen)

Coming back to edit the beginning here to, ah... inform you all that this pretty quickly devolved into a record of my complete mental breakdown. So, uh, idk, maybe this will be actually somewhat funny to read, especially for those of you who knew what was coming. My tears will be your balm for this week. Maybe.

I don't know how to verbalize this but there's something about this image I really like compositionally. There's something about it that evokes a kind of bittersweet peace. It just really sets a tone for what I'm pretty sure I know is to come. I am not ready.

"It's 'specially because of times like these that an idiot like him plays an important role. He's doin' somethin' extraordinary. He believes." <- so so so very true! A light in the dark is not just rebellious, it's necessary. He's allowing himself to hope, not because he suddenly believes as strongly as Vash in the world at large (he's still far from that) but because he believes in Vash himself.

Fuck right off Chapel.

He's literally being impaled by a cross. There's. Something to read in that but I'm sorry I know nothing about Catholicism/Christianity...

"obsessive sense of attachment" <- so long as his disciples do as he molds them to do. in that sense, it's a little reminiscent of Knives' desperation to keep Vash with him and his quick anger when Vash does not behave the way he expects him to, but it also kind of makes Chapel the anti-Wolfwood, in a way. The true lack of hope, the way he would apparently do just about anything for his child disciples, but only out of a sense of them being easier to mold/manipulate, rather than Wolfwood's genuine love for the kids at the orphanage, and the compassion he's shown downtrodden kids in general. Chapel values Razlo because he values his usefulness, which unfortunately makes sense as to why Razlo would be so loyal to him. I have to wonder the circumstances that led to Razlo killing all those people... I don't think it would've been for no reason at all - he killed Livio's parents because they were abusing them, killed the dog likely because of a grave miscalculation of cause-and-effect when it came to Jasmine almost dying, and killed the men who were tormenting Livio when he ran off. But anyways I hate how the EoM keeps shackling him and restraining him like he's some feral animal. Has anyone ever been kind to Razlo? Has anyone ever rewarded him for anything other than being useful? Look, kid had some serious issues that needed to have been addressed (instead of training the severely traumatized hair-trigger violent kid to be... even more violent lol what did they expect would happen?), but... look at him. He was still very much a kid who saw someone who proved that he was useful to them through an incredibly violent act - the only language Razlo actually understood. Idk if there's any reaching him now but... ugh.

Orphanage lady I adore you. Also the kids refusing to scatter hjdfhbvsjdf

"Why else would he bite the hand of his master?" Really, with this and the way Razlo is restrained in flashbacks, we're going for a strong "trained attack dog" theme going on here huh? Fuck you dude. (There's also "bite the hand that feeds you" as an expression... which is interesting too, because Chapel clearly feels Wolfwood should feel honoured by his teachings... but his was never the hand that fed. Chapel tore this child down.)

NO FUCK OFF THIS IS WHAT HE WAS MOST AFRAID OF. And I hate this so much more because this means that Chapel actually knows Wolfwood's fears quite well... but ASSHOLE WHOSE FAULT IS THIS?

Yes!!! They love you! Get loved, idiot!!!!! You never had to do everything alone... :')

*ugly sobbing*

I still think Wolfwood tried to do this alone out of a sense of personal accountability and not wanting to burden Vash with his own problems - while he thinks they could've done this as a team here, I think he's still only thinking in "I failed" rather than realizing that helping would've been far from a burden. If that makes any sense. I still think Wolfwood devalues how much he matters to the people he cares about.

Here he is! Using his Plant powers without hesitation again to intervene and help Wolfwood. I can't believe the way they allow each other to become less afraid.

"I made a friend." Yes! You! Did!!! I reiterate! GET LOVED.

Aaaaaaand Wolfwood still can't quite wrap his head around the idea that his personal struggles might actually be incredibly important to Vash. See, I don't think it's that Wolfwood thinks Vash doesn't care about him - far from it, I think he definitely knows that - the heartbreaking part is the way he never seems to think he is anyone's priority. (And he really has become a priority to Vash hasn't he? He's postponing the confrontation with Knives to help him. :O) Also the way "I can't believe it." is overlayed on the panel with the church bell and the "angel" wing. Ha. Nice. Nice. This is fine.

I'm sorry but this made me laugh so hard. Imagine some angel looking guy appears out of nowhere and blocks all your bullets. Like. Yeah. That would be the response hdjfhbsdjfvh (Also I think this is a fantastic reaction image pfft)

"That overdose will make your heart rupture!" ...no...

Did he just throw Chapel? Is he dead???

AUGH I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE SUNGLASSES. He's trying to hide his eyes again (just like he does earlier in the series when he's about to shoot with lethal intent/is trying to hide his feelings) because he thinks they reveal him as a monster or irredeemable - they do not. They never have. But Vash... apparently either hearing his thoughts or just knowing him well enough to know what he needs and responding to that instantly... :'(

...I wonder... is this the first time Razlo has registered a death as cruel? Chapel died instantly; that's not really all that cruel... the cruel part is that Razlo is experiencing personal loss.

NOOOO WE'RE GETTING A FLASHBACK TO THEIR FIRST MEETING WITH VASH'S THOUGHTS AND THE FUCKING BIRD??? THE BIRD REALLY IS MEANT TO BE VASH AND HIS IDEALS, ISN'T IT? AUGH

AW YEAH THEY'RE TAG-TEAMING BABY!!! Everything is different when they are back to back :)

Ahdjfhvbd and now they're saying the exact same things at the same time. Soulmate behaviour fr

I missed them being silly together so much... it's amazing too, because in spite of the situation, they both seem so much less tense than earlier. Still though... "why are you here?" and he can't spit out an answer, even though it should be really obvious... like I think they both know but accepting/admitting that is another matter.

God this is such an "I missed you I'm so glad you're here" moment. Probably as close as Wolfwood is going to get to outright saying that

Hello? Wolfwood's loved ones in one panel right next to Vash's loved ones in the other? Vash repeating Wolfwood's arguments of "realism" and "have to get back to the kids"? Wolfwood, you're scaring him...

I'm fascinated that the "he had become very close to me" part is overlayed with the scene where Wolfwood tries to get Vash to shoot. The whole "if I pull that out of you"... then combined with "What is important? What are we willing to do to protect it?" ...Livio and Vash are important to Wolfwood, so he is trying hard not to kill. Has Wolfwood become so important to Vash that... he might?

YOU CAN SEE HIS EYES THROUGH THE SUNGLASSES AHHHH

NO. NO. NO. HE WANTS TO LIVE PAST KNIVES. HE WANTS A FUTURE. HE WANTS A FUTURE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE STORY. HE WANTS WOLFWOOD THERE WITH HIM. ALSO I JUST NOTICED HE TOSSED HIS FUCKING GUN ASIDE TO CATCH HIM. He doesn't want this kind of life for them... he wants peace for them both... he wants them to stick together, even when there are no more battles to fight... he wants to live for Wolfwood. He wants to live with Wolfwood. Oh my god. No. No.

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

STOP. WHY WOULD YOU FOCUS ON THE HAND. IT'S DIGGING INTO HIS BACK. He can't hold him... he can't...

Hey uh. Does it mean something that Vash didn't even react or feel the knives (the knives) in his shoulder because the pain of this hurts so much worse right now? (Also did I need to cause myself emotional damage by writing that out?)

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Oh damn I think he is mad enough to kill. Holy shit.

In other news. I hate everything.

The sunglasses blown off his face again. When Razlo threatens Vash. Fuck off.

This fight scene is awesome and I love how brutal yet clever of a fighter Wolfwood is. ...I wish I could enjoy it more. Alas. I feel only pain.

I'LL NEVER BE WHOLE AGAIN. I'LL NEVER BE WHOLE AGAIN. RAZLO'S LINE AND THEN THIS. WHY WHY WHY

:O (reminds me of the Diablo chapter...)

Ok first off how the hell was Chapel still alive. Secondly, AHEOHJBFSHUCBSJVHSBJHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Livio :') (I feel pretty bad for Razlo though all things considered... I hope he's not gone for good? That'd be weird I think...)

Wolfwood, after all this shit, just laying on the ground: "yeah seems like a good time for a cigarette"

AHH AHH AHH AHH AHH AHH AHH AHHHHHHHHHH

HNNNNGGGHDFBSUHCBUHSB... HHHHH A BAPY

wait. how could it have only been six years. what.

NOOOOOOO GOD THIS IS JUST LIKE VASH THINKING MERYL WAS SCARED OF HIM ALL OVER AGAIN. SWEETIE NO I AM POSITIVE THAT KID ONLY SCREAMED BECAUSE OF THE BLOOD. THEY LOVE YOUUUUU

...oof. I think Livio's hiding too. :(

GHHHHHHHHHHH THE COINS

Hjfshvbdfjhbv Livio comic relief. I'm so sorry buddy but I needed that. Hope you're ok...?

...so this is the scene the "infamous couch" is from. Okay. Okay. I get it now. Ow.

...I'm actually fighting back tears right now. I. I don't usually cry at stuff like this. I don't know if I can do this man.

He wants him to smile even if it's not a real one. He just wants to know he'll be ok. But Vash can't smile. He can't handle this kind of genuine talk. It'll make it all real. He's actually praying. Praying for just this one person. He's. He's never done that before, has he...?

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

ugh yeah no i'm crying. i'm tearing up. oww...

Oh, well, so is Wolfwood. Ugh. Ow. Ow.

...I saw the bell and had to stop and take a break. I don't want to turn the page. I don't want this. I'll come back tomorrow. Bye.

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Hhhhh... What if you died knowing you were loved and you didn't realize how much until the end. What if you died realizing you always could've come home; that you would always be recognized for who you are, not what you'd been cruelly forced to become. What if you died seeing a possible future with the ones you loved but never being able to obtain it. Because it is far, far too late for that. The gratitude, the relief, the anguish that it all ends just as you realize what you could've had, and you cry out. But you still died knowing you were loved. And that's far more than you ever imagined for yourself.

I like to think he was smiling at the end because... it finally sank in.

And the bottle is labelled Bride??? What does that mean??? (Oh wait now I want to go back and look at the other alcohol bottles in the series to see if there's anything interesting on them) But uh, yeah, is this a religious thing, because I'm... why Bride. Why "The Bride". Huh?

^Hey this is really effective. Also, fuck off.

^Nightow sensei WHAT THE HELL MAN. Was this necessary?

Yeah I saw the first page of chapter 8 and my entire stomach just lurched. I think we should all receive compensation for emotional damage here. The bird... but it's not the black kite (Vash)... what kind of bird is that, I wonder?

Ah... Vash buried him. Alone. Hm. Yes, feeling normal about this. (Also Livio woke up inside the house which means... he must've moved him there too...)

"What do you mean "why"? You of all people should know why." <-oh. ow. yikes...

Oh... oh. His hair. :(

And it's so... he protected the area from the Ark. Ok he's protecting the place Wolfwood died to protect. Par for the course for Vash really. Except... hasn't everyone here evacuated already? He's protecting the place itself. ...also idk if this is right or not, but given the way the black hair is expending his own lifeforce it's... kind of hard not to see this a little as him expending the time he was planning on sharing with Wolfwood... and also that his hair went black... like the colour of mourning. ...with the "Bride" thing too it's... no. I shan't say it. I hate it here.

Hhhhhh... they both associate him with food...

Well. This has wrecked me. Thank you guys. I don't think I can analyze anything this week I'm too sad.

#trigun #trimax #trigunbookclub #how could you do this to meeeeeee #storyrambles

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Move my heart

Hobie x y/n (pt.1)

This may as well me the new series I’m coming up with, I’m obsessing over this man so I hv too many story ideas, I am writing this hungry but gosh I’m way too lazy to go but what I want to use to cook so Hobie is distracting me from my problems so I help he can distract you from yours

For now there are no warning asides from the fact that I think it’s cute

Feedback is always welcome and if you see any mistakes in the piece let me know in the comments so I can fix them

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“Hobie? Hobart” a mystery lady spoke, Hobie standing in a field, clutching unto his throat he could not breath, but regardless he still turned his head to her “I finally know what to say to you when I find you, please find me in the future” you said coughing out a black substance, before dropping to the ground, a black goo spreading across the field, Hobie with a terrified expression takes a few steps back, suddenly feeling a sense of obligation runs towards your body, as it her body dissolves into the black goo covered ground, desperate to get to this person, unable to breath he runs even faster, not minding the goo latching unto him, slowing him down, he still wanted to try and y the time he got to her, she was gone he started to slow down and as his vision glazed over he too collapsed in that field. And he woke up.

He quickly sat up in his bed, taking big breaths, his Shallow breathing was loud , he looked breathless his hands shaking and beads of sweat forming at his forehead, he looked around to find Gwen and pav, they had crashed at his place and now he wished they hadn’t “shit, are you ok, you look awful” Gwen stated slowly reaching her hand out to his back, “I’m fine” his cold tone forced Gwen to retract her hand before it made contact with him, “you sure dude, we heard grunts and you were tossing and turning you did not at all look peaceful” pav joked trying to lighten the mood but it wasn’t working “I said I’m fucking fine, mate, now go to sleep or some shit….. piss off” with that he roughly laid down facing away from them, he thought to himself how his friends were being silly, he had had these dreams several times, it’s really no big deal, he is fine, isn’t he??

“Hobie, get your head in the game this is serious” spider woman yells motioning at the zoned out spider punk to do something, anything. Hobie vigorously shook his head he caught sight of long hair, with a familiar hue, grabbing the civilian with such speed that he himself almost tripped but gazing at the civilian’s face it wasn’t the mysterious woman, he let go of the woman, raising his hands in the air in a surrendering motion. He backed away slowly.

Because of his new detrimental moves during battles against anomolies he was called to HQ, by Miguel “mate, what is this, the Human Resources phone you or sumthin” he tried to deliver a joke but his voice trailed off into a mix of cold and tired every time he spoke, “Hobie what’s actually going on?” Peter b Parker spoke up “man, I don’t know what you are on about, so lay off” Hobie spoke leaning on a nearby wall, “dude you seem exhausted” Peter tried again to reason with Hobie, “and did I tell you I was tired” Hobie spoke his voice even darker, he did not like to admit his problems but when Peter handed mayday to him Hobie found himself spilling his guts like the baby had held him at gun point, “astral projection” Miguel diagnosed, then he chuckled which seemed to set Hobie off based on his expressions Miguel was lucky mayday was holding him back “sorry, it’s just that you were trying to find this person in your present time, Eres tan estupida, there is no point to that even if you did meet the person, lo que harás, the person won’t know you because-“ Miguel stated before being rudely interrupted by Peter b Parker’s voice of realisation “you are seeing their future self”

“Exactly, but don’t worry you will definitely meet this person, seems like a canon event at this point, but don’t tell them about tho stuff it could stop the canon event from happening” Miguel said scrolling throught the tablet screen in his hand, “damn…. Imagine how much I could have saved on fortune cookies” Hobie rolled his eyes, “there is just no winning you over is there, whatever” Peter said rolling his eyes “shit the new recruit kind is today and spider woman is u available…uhhhh hobart take care of this” Miguel order “fuck no” “yeah give the man a break he sounds exhausted” “Oi I ain’t exhausted” “see he isn’t exhausted and that’s good because the recruit is already here” Miguel looked at Hobie with a cocky grin “where” Peter asked frantically turning his head, “what for it” Miguel said his face now looking impressed, you dropped from the sky view, crashing through the ceiling “oh there she is”.

Landing infront of Hobie you ride up slowly allowing him to assess your figure, your suit had a hoodie as well as an opening at your lower back and your stomach, the pants part of your jumpsuit were shorts complimented with high knee sock-shoes to show off your thighs, you were gorgeous, you smelled so nice too hang on what the fuck was he thinking, he just met you there is no way he is thirsty for someone he hasn’t actually seen the face off, staring at him, you cock your head to a side “what you staring at love, I got sumthin on my face” he said feeling his mask, “hmm.. funky mask style, oh cool outfit, instead of a traditional suit, definitely a rocker with that sexy punk rock attitude” you said basically circling him, Hobie got tired of using his eyes to follow you so he just stared straight ahead “look love I don’t know what your getting at but-“ Hobie protested but was interrupted by your actions, you grabbed his face is a playful yet loving way “and the cutest British accent, there is not a doubt in my mind you are Hobie” you added and that got to him.

Hobie was used to a lot of things but his accent being called was something that made him blush so hard he was happy to still have his mask on, looking into the eyes of your mask that reflected his own, he suddenly felt calmer, much more relaxed and vulnerable, even though you were just holding his face and he was bent over to meet your height it was comfortable for him and he never wanted to leave, seeing Hobie in a tamed manner was weird to all the others in the room, “oh my how rude of me I did not introduce myself I’m spider-belle” you say sheepishly as tho you were embarrassed by your own name “spider-belle?” Gwen asked as she walked into the room, with miles looking confused at the name, “yeah… originally I was called spider woman but then the people started calling me spider-belle and it just stuck I don’t exactly like the name because it’s directed to my body but yeah” you say “.I can tell” she continues and you chuckle several times trying to get comfy with the conversation “it is what it is innit” Bobbie said regaining his senses after you let go.

Simultaneously everyone in the room received a notice on their watches, and within seconds a portal was opened, a green goblin anomaly had appeared in a spider less world, a big team was needed considering that the anomaly was big and over powered, it was an actual green goblin with wings and a sonic roar and it was on a rampage, it had already taken down the scarlet spider which meant it was a big deal.

#hobi core #hobie headcanons #hobie x reader #hobie brown #spiderverse spoilers #spider punk #spider punk x you #spider punk x reader #spider punk x y/n #hobie my beloved #hobie x you #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobart brown #hobart brown x reader

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI! Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty-One: The kids we left behind

(Netflix isn't working once again so enjoy a flashback chapter! You and Duncan are both seven, and this mainly revolves around his older brother, not a long chapter, sorry but i havent paid my internet bill or whatever so i wanna savor it- is that how that works-)

Mick watched Duncan wait patiently by the door. He knew that his youngest brother was anxiously awaiting for you to arrive. It seemed that the boy was always waiting for you.

Leo, was asleep and was nearly on top of Mick by the time you finally arrived. He didn't stay asleep for long though, you burst into the house nearly oozing with light.

"OKAY SO-" You jumped on top of Duncan who already was laughing.

Mick was amazed by the transformation you held over Duncan. The abused child who typically was quiet and reserved turned into this happy and joyful creature.

It was horrifying, but in a fun way.

"Miss me?" you smiled still nearly straddling the other boy. The boy smiled, and flipped you onto your back. "Always." He winked.

Oh these fuckers- Mick rolled his eyes, he never thought he'd say this about two children- but fucking marry each other already holy shit it's wild.

James walked by the living room and stopped seeing his youngest brother straddling the girl, James considered as another sibling.

"Uh-" James looked onto the couch and saw a half-asleep Leo, an amused Mick, Kenny who was for some reason under the coffee table, and Henry and Lucas staring at the TV.

"You gonna do something about this?" He questioned Mick who smiled and shrugged.

God, brothers.

"Idiots, I'm going to tell Ben about this I swear to god-" James turned around and ran up the stairs into the communal room he shared with his six other brothers.

Ben was scrolling through his phone doing situps on the top bunk. "Ben, how on earth does Duncan get more girls then you do?" James smiled scratching his nose with his middle finger.

"Dude, it's cause I'm gay-"

"Fair enough."

Ben rolled his eyes and jumped off the top bunk and whiped his hands on his sweatpants. "Show me the damage." He ushered his brother back downstairs into the living room.

The two bestfriends had now migrated onto the couch, and they were sitting next to Leo who was back to his usual snoring.

Y/N had her arm intertwined with Duncan's and was rambling about her day, but both brothers were a good 90% sure he wasn't listening, his eyes were focused on you, and there was this dreamy look in his eyes which made it clear he wasn't all there.

"You understand that they are like literally in love with each other, right-" Ben turned around to James unsure of what the problem was.

"... well for starters... their seven-"

"So? You had your first kiss at seven." Ben pointed out and James gave him a pointed glare. "I was asleep and it was the dog." James hissed.

"Your just sad because your brother is getting more action then you are." Ben laughed patting his brothers arm and sitting down on the couch, ruffling you and Duncan's hair with a fond smile.

"There is seven of us, it's almost guaranteed that one of us has to be." Mick said his eyes on the TV. "Why were you listening?" James raised an eyebrow. "Well it was either listen to you loose your shit, or listen to this idiot snore." He flicked Leo's nose upwards causing the snore to stop for a moment.

Before continuing.

"If any of you are wondering what to get me for Christmas, I beg of you, earmuffs, headphones, anything." Mick begged the lot of you.

You handed him a pair of shop class headphones and everyone looked at you curiously. "Ya'll I'm in three shop-classes, I'm always gonna have these on me." You blushed hiding your head in Duncan's collarbone.

"Marry her." Mick mouthed to his brother as he put the headphones on, sighing in relief.

Duncan blushed hard and shrunk in his seat.

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That night when Henry walked into his room, he didn't hear the usual sound of his youngest brother trying to get his older brothers to include him in the conversation.

(The conversation typically revolved around: How the hell are we gonna save up enough money to get out of this hell hole?)

So usually it didn't work.

But tonight he heard your soft chatter with Duncan, he stared at one of the bottom bunks and saw Duncan without a shirt on, he winced seeing his brothers bruises because Henry had the same if not worse.

You held ice on the bruises whispering your apologies each time Duncan whimpered. The bruises were so purple they were nearly black.

Duncan always seemed to have it bad in the Tarun household. No one really understood why, I mean sure the father hit them all, but not like he did Duncan.

As you grabbed Duncan's hand and positioned it to hold up the ice to one of the more nasty bruises you went into your backpack and pulled out a pack of bandaids.

You started off with the butterfly ones. When you had went over to your house for dinner, thats when their father came home, he decided that target practice was in order, and as usual it ended with the youngest child.

You slowly picked out the glass shards and went over the cuts with the butterfly bandaids. On the larger ones, you used typical bandaids that had actual butterflies on them.

Soon enough it seemed that Duncan had all of his major scrapes taken care of. Henry watched as you helped his brother slip on a shirt over his head and you tucked him into bed.

You seemed to be asking a question but you were far enough that Henry couldn't hear.

Duncan nodded, clearly tired, most likely from blood loss. You carefully climbed on the bed, and you angled your head so it wouldn't touch any of his bruises, and you laid your head on his chest.

He smiled once he saw how happy his brother looked as he wrapped his arms around you.

Henry was sad to say he knew the truth, he knew that he didn't need to call your dad and ask if you could stay the night. Truth be told he was pretty sure your father wouldn't even be there.

Y/N L/N was made for his brother, through and through.

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bonus: quotes from you, duncan, and his brothers!

You: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Duncan: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

You: Three of us saw it, Duncan. How do you explain that?

Duncan: *points at Henry* Sleep deprivation. *points at James* Paranoia. *points at Mick* Delusional personality disorder.

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You: Where's Duncan, Henry, and James?

Mick: They're playing hide and seek.

You: Where?

Mick: I don't think you get how this game works

You: oh then maybe my mom isn't dead

Mick: what do you mean?

You: well she's been hiding for almost three years now, maybe everyone was trying to play a trick on me

*Duncan falling out of the top kitchen cabinent, Henry unfolding himself out of dishwasher, and James stepping out of the garbage can, all of them are looking at you in horror.*

Seven year old you laughing and pointing: HAH **** YOU ALL I FOUND YOU WITH MY TRAUMATIC ******* BACKSTORY SUCK MY **** YOU ABSOLUTE SONS OF ******

Seven year old Duncan smiling and clapping you hand: Shes my best friend

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tagged: @lostsomewhereinthegarden

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[kaylinlmao]

Yandere! Ghost boys + Finney with a darling who can't feel pain/has supernatural healing powers?

Sure. I am going to do this, it will probably end up becoming a story, they are all locked in the basement at the same time, boys are 19, reader is 18, love ya, thanks for requesting! Btw, this is ligit exactly what I would do and say if this ever happened to me so you get to see my personality in reader! ;) BTW! Her powers are where she can heal but all pain goes to her. Not the wounds, just the pain!

I woke up and looked around. I was on this dirty ass mattress. There was a black phone on the wall, a group of 5 boys my age, a big ass door. Wait, what? Group of boys my age? I turned back to look at the boys. They were hot, they were all 6'1, 6'2. "Soooo. How y'all been? Its quite nice down here don't ya think?" I said. "Who are you?" The one with long blonde curly hair asked me. Rudely might I add. "I'm Y/N fucking Y/L/N, who are you?" "Whoa. No need to be so rude there pretty girl." The guy with dirty blonde hair said. I softly smiled at the ground and blushed.

"What are your names?" I asked, smiling still not over the fact that a hot guy called me pretty. "I'm Billy." The guy who called me pretty girl said. "I'm Bruce, darling." A guy with short brown hair said. "Finney, angel." He said, waving. "Robin, nice to meet you hermosa." The guy with long black hair said. "I'm Vance, dollface" "And I'm Griffin. Lovely to make your acquaintance, butterfly." "Now, princesa. Introduce yourself a little nicer." Robin said as I rolled my eyes. "No. You already know my name. I don't need to say it twice do I?" "Yes, you do. And watch the attitude, pretty girl." I groaned. "Jesus. Y/N Y/L/N."

"Better. Good girl." Finney said. I rolled my eyes again. "What am I? A dog?" But inside I was screaming. "Why are we here?" I asked. "We've been kidnapped. By the grabber." "1. That's a terrible serial killer name. 2. Is he hot? 3. You are all 6 full grown men vs 1 full grown man and you can't even gang up on him and fight your way out? Pathetic!" I said, rolling my eyes and laughing at them. (I have an attitude problem. So does reader. And I hate it when she just immediately folds. Like, put up a little fight at least!)

"Doll, I thought you were gonna be a good girl for us." Vance said. "Then you thought wrong. And don't call me good girl or praise me or any of that shit. I'm not a dog. I'm a person who you can't order around and tell me what to do." I said, chucking. Just then, the basement door opened and in stormed an ugly guy holding a belt. "Now, Y/N! You're new here. So here's how you learn what not to do." He walked over to Griffin and started beating him with the belt. 10 minutes later, he left, shutting the door and locking it. Griffin was laying on the floor letting out little whimpers of pain.

"Get him to the bed." I commanded. Billy just looked at me. I rolled my eyes. "Please?" I said quietly. Vance and Billy lifted him up onto the dirty mattress and Griffin curled up in the fetal position. I walked over to him. "Hey, dude. This is gonna hurt me more than it'll hurt you." I said, preparing myself for the pain. I started moving my hand as my powers glowed purple (GIF shown above). Both me and Griffin started levitating. I could feel the other boys looking at me. I grabbed Griffin's hand and reached my other hand out to the other boys. I didn't know who it was who grabbed my hand, but it was veiny and had lots of rings decorating the fingers.

"All of you connect hands please. And no matter what, don't say anything." I said, now all of us levitating. I've never healed more than one person at a time so this was gonna be tough. I started using my powers to probe the boys, looking for any pain or injury. I healed it all, flinching here and there. The other 5 had just a couple bumps and bruises but Griffin. Griffin was bad. He was just beat with a damn belt. I then started on Griffin. The pain was bad. Almost unbearable. I started squeezing the hand I was holding, whimpering. And this wasn't even all of the pain raditating from him. I decided to just take it all so I could get it over with faster. I wasn't expecting how much pain it was.

I let out a bloodcurdling scream as I took all of Griffin's pain. I heard Griffin mumble, "no, stop her. She's hurting. I can take it." The pain stopped and I fell to my knees as I crawled over to the corner, crying, whimpering and shaking. "Sh sh sh, pretty girl." "We've got you angel." "C'mere doll." "Hurts. Hurts." I let out. "I know, darling. I know" I felt someone pick me up and say, "I'm so sorry butterfly." Just then, the door opened.

But it wasn't the grabber.

Blow up the comments and the requests if y'all want a PT 2! Hope y'all like it! Working on more requests now so keep em coming if you want them done before Halloween. After Halloween, I'm kinda gonna start slacking I think. So if you want it done over the next two days, request! Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

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[asterekmess]

A Bit of a Conundrum

I've been waffling about this for a long time, and as I've already vented about it to my discord, I wanted to open it up to a possibly larger audience of my readers. And also complain about it more. XD I write. A lot. I have. A LOT of writing. We're talking like more than 2 dozen wips sitting in my google docs, some with 14k, some with 114k words in them. Some with a specific ending in mind, some with no plot beyond what's already written. Fuck dude, some aren't even Sterek/TW! I was fortunate enough to have someone go on my ko-fi and do a monthly donation to me for a few months. They stopped, which I'll never be mad at, but having them there at all, having someone say "I'd like to support your writing just for the sake of supporting it" meant a huge amount to me, and it made me think about all of my wips.

I don't post often, or regularly, or..well at all, for months and months at a time. This is because I almost only ever post fics when they're done. it's a personal rule of mine, and not one I used to follow when i first started writing fic. It's one I came up with shortly after finishing "Wanted" bc I felt terrible and pressured when I had to take breaks during that fic and when I couldn't keep up with a regular schedule for people. And for a long time it was a good rule for me. It helped me not to feel pressured or overwhelmed by the worry of abandoning a project on ao3 and getting bombarded with comments asking where the next chapter is. But as I've continued writing over the years, my wips have gotten more numerous, while my posted work continues to trickle in. I'm a chronic long-fic writer (though my currently posted fics don't reflect that), which means it takes way more time for me to finish a fic than it does for me to get distracted coming up with a NEW idea for a fic. It's hard to finish work. But that doesn't mean I don't love my wips. They're incredible. Some of them contain some of the best stuff I feel I've ever written. Poignant words and phrases and meaningful moments. And looking around at them, I realized that anyone who goes to support me on my ko-fi, or considers following me on Ao3, or even just subscribes to a series, isn't really getting to see what I"m actually doing. They see a fic posted every 9 months, or every year. There's no real indication that anything they do is helping me regularly, that they're even supporting a Current Active writer. In light of that, I've been considering starting to post wips of mine. The problems with that are numerous and a bit overwhelming, hence wanting to hear others' opinions and vent about it ad nauseum. I've got lots of wips, and if I were to start posting them, I wouldn't want to toss the whole wip out at once. But posting a chapter at a time every few days or even once a week, while it would mean a lot of content coming out, it would be a lot of content that I haven't finished. Cliffhanger chapters, and unfinished stories that I can't promise would ever be finished. And I know I don't owe my readers anything, but it's still unsatisfying to post something without an ending. Then there's the absolute overload of possibly too Much content for people. Getting an e-mail every other day about a new chapter for a fic you've no interest in reading isn't fun. And on top of all that, is the editing. Often when I'm struggling with a fic, I find that i need to go back and change the beginning. In honesty, part of why I wait to post until I'm finished with fics is bc semi-regularly I'll get to the end of a fic, go back to the beginning and edit it all over again to make it more cohesive. To me there is no such thing as a 'finished' chapter. only a finished fic. If I posted as I wrote, then I'd either not be able to go back and edit chapters, or if I DID go back and edit my chapters, they would then need updated, and people who'd read the first 4 chapters of something would end up needing to reread the fic to get the full sense of what I'm doing. But at the same time, posting my wips would mean finally getting to share some stuff that's been gathering dust for years in some cases, finally getting to see people's reactions to them. Finally getting to know that even if I don't end up finishing it, at least people can enjoy what's already been written. And of course, finally getting to show people that when they support me through donations or comments or what-have-you, they're supporting an Active writer, supporting work being made every day, even if it's not FINISHED every day. All of these things are stuff I'm trying to take into consideration, and it's been a hell of a struggle. Plus, as I'm unfortunately trying to manage doing a part-time job rn, just getting up the energy for this stuff is a big BIG task.

If you've got any thoughts or strategic ideas, I'd love to hear them. If not, s'all good, I mostly just wanted to vent. XD

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