#y’all still like SU here right

[dadyscumslutprincess20]

Can I request where monster cha hyun su and normal hyun su react when they over stimulate reader that she squirts? And monster hyun su just keeps going until she is a mess.

Cha Hyun Su x Fem!Reader

Messy Messy girl

Monster Hyun Su

Regular Hyun su

Genre: Smut✨

Warning ⚠️ : Squirting , Rough sex , Name Calling , Vaginal sex , (may contain gifs/photos for Thai one guys🥰 cause y’all be having me feel super naughty 😈)

3 hours … it’s been three whole hours of Hyun su brutality pounding into your now messy cunt , after the first two rounds , Hyun su started to become tired and he then gave his monster side full control while he got some rest

As soon as you noticed his eyes change from a dark brown, to a bright blue that always made you choke on your spit , because you knew .. he was going to use you until you were begging him to stop

Your probably wondering how I ended up here , well it wasn’t exactly your idea .. since you and Eun Yu reunited with Hyun su , she started to take notice of the build up tense in the air when ever you to were in the same room

So being the evil friend she is , on one of her trips to find goods as she came back half an hour later carrying three bags full of stuff , telling you to follow her as you both walk down the hallway of the small abandoned building as you head up the stairs towards the second floor , opening the door as your both step inside , since every one was here , Hyun su , Ah-yi , Eun yu and you as you pushed the shelf against the door blocking the entrance/exit

Heading down the hall of the second floor as make a right in Eun Yu’s room that was at the end of the hall , sitting on her bed as you watch as she closes the door once she enters the room , heading for her bed as she places the bags on the floor

“So you know how you always wanted to see how far Hyun would really go..” Eun yu asks as you take a minute to think before commit to realization

“ Yeah..” reader says shyly as she turns to look away

“Well I got you something the it out and head for Hyun su , I’m sure he.. they will love it , I’ll take Ah-yi out to play for a bit..try to get to know her more” Eun yu says with a small smile as she takes something of of one of the bags , causing your eyes to grow wide as she places it on the bed , laughing a bit as she leaves out the room to find Ah-yi closing the door behind her , your eyes still staring at the clothing as you soon decide to do it as you strip from your clothes, slipping in the new clothing

Taking a deep breath as you check your self in the small mirror on the bedrooms door , slowly opening the door to the room as you quietly peeking out of the door making sure to keep your body hidden as your seen Eun yu give you a wave as she and Ah-yi heads downstairs to leave the building

Sighing a bit as you were glad that Ah-yo agreed to hang out a bit with Eun yu as you soon realized she thought wrong of Eun yu , quickly but quietly heading out of the room as you head down the hall quickly turning left down the next hallways

Once you made it to the end of the hallway , you quickly head in the room on the left , opening and closing the door behind you quietly as you saw Hyun su laying across your shared bed , eye close as he’s enjoying the piece , quietly walking toward the bed as you slowly climb on top of him , legs on both side of his waist

Letting a soft moan as you feel his cold hands connect with your bare hips , eyes snapping open as in eyes your body , face becoming red as a rose as he sees what your wearing

You always wanted to try thing with Hyun su , and since you never wore lingerie for him before you thought it was a good idea .. but you were to scared to bring it up to him or his other side as you didn’t know if they would like it or not , so instead you talked about it with the only other age appropriate girl you knew , Eun yu , what you didnt expect was her to actually get it for you

And that’s how you ended up here with Hyun Su’s cock deep inside your messy cunt , watching as Hyun su, blue eyed watches you with amazement, slowly leaning down to your lips as his gives you lustful kiss, hand slowly rubbing at your cheek as his hand moves down to your neck gripping it lightly , as he slowly pulls ways from the kiss both your lips now swollen as he kiss down you neck softly leaving bruises in the process

Back arching off the bed as your mouth falls a gasp , letting out a loud slutty moan as he cock moves deeper with in your walls kisses at your cervix

“ I’m s-so close” you moan out as your nails scratches at Hyun Su’s back , cashing him to let out a loud groan as he pulls back still holding your neck as he moves at a inhuman speed causing you to choke on your spit as your eyes roll back , toes now curling as you feel a unfamiliar feeling in your stomach

Shorty after your feel your self release as your juices squirts all over his stomach and lower abdomen, cashing home to stop his thrust staring down at your messes pussy as he see your justices all over him, the sheets , your inner thighs and your lower stomach as your body shakes violently

“W-What..” Hyun su says as he looks up at your brown eyes looking at your with curiosity and confusion , as white in a blink of an eye his normal eyes turn back a bright blue as he gives your shake d form a evil grin

“FUCK, Your going to do that again ..” Hyun su says voice becoming deeper then before a he starts he violent , inhuman thrust in your push as all you could do let out soft cries and your arms refused to let go

“Fucking slut you are” Hyun su says as he lets out a gentle chuckle watching as your face turns into a fucked out expression as he love every moment of it

#black reader #fem reader #female reader #smut #sweet home #sweet home 2 #sweet home imagines #x reader #cha hyun soo #cha hyunsu #sweethomefanfic #sweet home fanfic #sweet home x reader #cha hyun su x reader #kdrama x reader #smut imagine

[svmjaeyvn]

love maze, s.jy.

chapter one pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: tbd (series)

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genre: college!au, mutual friends, fake dating, smut.

synopsis: an unfortunate encounter, drunken mistakes, and a sort of (definitely) stalker leads jake sim ‘dating’ his best friend’s childhood crush.

or, your life gets intertwined with a rich boy’s in attempt to not get sued by his crazy personal fangirl and like with all good cliches, sex overcomplicates things.

contents: smut, sort of strangers to fuck buddies to lovers pipeline, childhood best friend!jay, mentions of best friend! yunjin, curly haired & mixed reader, uni!au, rich nepo baby!jake, enha frat boys, lots of kissing, fake dating turning into fwb real quick, totally way too into it for it to be fake early on, big booty reader that’s jake’s obsessed with, partying and alcohol use, slight violence, he fell first and harder trope, stem bf & writer gf, (kinda overly) possessive jake, some angst to spice things up, daddy issues, hyper independent reader who struggles with her feelings, fluff and happy ending!!

a/n: hello~ i’ve never been a tumblr girly but i have went through my w*ttpad era back in 2018 so bare with me y’all. this will be a series but not that long (i hope) so pls look forward to it. warning tags will be placed before each “chapter” to specify what to expect. pls pls reblog and interact, i’d love to have feedback and see what your thoughts are. okay! yay, for now enjoy and thank you sm :D

MDNI, 18+

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CHAPTER ONE: PINEAPPLE

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word count: 2.5k

warnings: alcohol, partying, creeper in a store, bestie jay, already stepping up to be a fake bf jake duhhh

a/n: short and sweet intro

"HEY SORRY, JAY's busy—”

"Hey baby!" You smile brightly, attempting to seem causal but emphasizing the conversation rather loudly. Wandering through the isles aimlessly, stopping to pretend to browse the selection of cereals while peeking through the corner of your eye, you keep watch on the unfamiliar man that seemed to be following you.

You've been at the store for 15 minutes, around 10 of those ago you noticed the same man over and over, passing by each other with first polite smiles which morphed into a sort of anxiety feeling on your end noting how he began to linger around more obviously, far enough away to not seem suspicious to those around but definitely setting off an alarm in your head to stay alert.

It was a Friday night, after finishing up with your last minute shift due to a coworker calling out, you decided it was time to finally grocery shop, something that you've been putting off all week due to laziness but now you wished you opted to eat eggs for the third day in a row rather than be here. Typically, you and Yunjin went to the store together, but with her out on a date, that left you alone for the night.

"We're still cooking for dinner right? I'm at the store right now picking stuff up," You continue after meeting confused silence on the other end. Due to the increasing gut feeling and you desperate for someone to come to your aid in at least knowing where you were if you did end up missing and on the news, you called the only person you knew in the area that would come. Jay Park, an extended family friend that you practically grew up attached to each others hips, had followed you along to the same Uni two years ago. With a three hour car ride being the distance to your home town, you and Jay depended on each other as a sort of familiarity and unspoken acknowledgment that there was support for one another.

University created a sort of distance in your relationship, both studying different majors and finding your own friend groups outside of one another but you still talked every other day through text and hung out occasionally. Jay, being a well know frat boy around campus, became a sort of gossip topic of him and his other frat members. His admittedly attractive looks that he grew into helping with his popularity along with his love for the party scene.

You on the other hand, were a home body more than anything. After your first year, you had moved into an apartment about 5 minutes away off-campus with your previous dorm-mate and newly founded best friend. You and Yunjin became close relatively fast and being able to get through freshmen year living together in the tiny space meant you'd work perfectly well moving in a place where you both got your own rooms and a private bathroom.

Thus, your routine consisted of lectures, homework, your part-time job, and sleep. It was quiet and comfortable. Not that you were opposed to a night out and getting drunk off your ass every once in a while but being a party girl didn't seem like your cup of tea to do every weekend.

"Sorry, ___ it's Jake. I don't know where Jay is, he just left his phone with me earlier," Jake speaks into the phone, making his way out of the booming house to better hear her. The muffled music and loud voices heard from his end causing a slight panic to rise in your stomach but also nearly face palm. It's a Friday night, of course he was partying.

You rake your brain to put a face to the name. You've met Jay's frat friends on occasion, though they mostly consisted of when you were all drunk so it was sort of a blur.

"Yeah I'm at Target," You nod, specifying your location and hoping that whoever Jake was, he was sober enough to comprehend that something was wrong and that he'd remember your words. "Do you want anything else specifically?" From the corner of your eye, you can see the man beginning to pace, seemingly growing antsy with waiting on you to move. Deciding it was best to make your way toward the front where more workers would be, you completely disregard your near empty cart and pushed it along while holding your phone to your ear.

"... Are you okay?" Jake inquires, his brows burrowed together in confusion but feeling the underlying feeling of the call. The only reason he answered was because he knew you and Jay were close, having met less than a handful of times but the contact picture Jay saved you under allowed him to remember who you were. The three spammed messages you sent prior to your call being unable to be read due to his phone being locked. He intended to only inform you of the reason the said boy wouldn't respond for a while but it ended up to this rather weird conversation.

"Uh... no I don't think so," You answer, acting as if you were responding to a question. Jake straightens up slightly, unaware if that was an actual answer or if you were still on the one sided random talk through the phone. He sort of hoped it was the second option for your sake. "Okay I'll look. I'm sure they have pineapple,"

Jay was an overprotective guy, especially when it came to those he cared about. Early on, whenever they'd go out, he told everyone that their emergency code word was pineapple. Jake, along with the other boys, found it utterly ridiculous and never once had to actually use it but he did remember the word loud and clear even months later. The conversation was far too random and specific for you to just casually be saying that, and thus Jake assumed the safe word was something Jay used universally.

"You're at the store in town right?" He asks, now heading back into the house, weaving his way through the bodies in search of his friends.

"Yeah," You nod disregarding that he couldn't see it. There was two Targets in the area you lived it, though one was undeniably farther away from the University. In town referred to the one you stood in, absentmindedly staring at the electronics assuming there had to be more cameras in this area. "Okay, well, I'll be home soon then,"

"Give me ten minutes," Jake said into the phone before handing up the call, not giving you time to respond. Scrunching up your nose, you felt significantly smaller without the comfort of another voice on the other line. From the opposite isle, you could see the man lingering around the corner, now staring directly at you but quickly looking away upon making eye contact.

With a slight pit in your stomach, you take a second to breathe. Attempting to seem inconspicuous, you glance over your items and visibly pale. The only things consisted of body wash, a bag of lemons, and ice cream bars that were now melting. You had circled the food department a near three times and hadn't picked up much even though you made it rather clear on the call you were meant to be getting dinner. Silently praying that the man wasn't keen enough to pay that much attention, you shake off the shiver that ran down your spine.

Meanwhile, Jake ran through the house collecting his friends one by one. Luckily, with it being only 7:30 and rather early in the night, no one was near hammered yet, barely started on a buzz when he interrupted. Not much was shared in the process, the urgent way Jake pulled them along was enough for them to follow but Heeseung finally questioned it once they were packed in the car driving away from their own party.

"Where we going man?" The eldest asked, running a hand through his hair lazily.

Jake, being the only one with less than half a bottle of beer in, was in the driver seat. He drove fast, weaving through the lanes occasionally but still safe enough to not seem suspicious.

He glanced back at Jay through the rearview mirror, said boy tilting his head back in confusion. "___ called you, she's having an issue. Said something about pineapple and wasn't having an actual conversation with me so I'm assuming someone was following her,"

Jay straightened up, leaning closer from his seat while the other two spared glances. "When?"

"Right before I went to find you, told her to give me 10 minutes," Jake answers, partially relieved that Jay seemed concerned by the matter meaning he interpreted the call correctly but that only meant you were actually in trouble. "It's been 6,"

"Drive faster," Was all the other boy said, the few shots of liquor seemingly gone as he sobered up almost instantly. Though, the panic and overwhelming anger that brewed in the back of his head indicated that he was being influenced by the intoxication. Not that it would be a problem, especially if you were in danger of some sort.

Heeseung and Sunghoon sat quietly as Jake drove, connecting the dots for themselves due to the conversation. A minute later, the four were barreling out of the car and into the building. The bright lights contrasted against the dark outside, the boys looking around for sight of the girl.

"Give me my phone," Jay tells Jake, holding out his hand expectantly while he pulls it out of his back pocket. Tapping through the screen for a moment, Jay hold up the device to his ear waiting for you to answer but it goes to voicemail.

"She was talking about food so maybe she was over there?" Jake offers, leading the way toward the back of the store which held all the groceries.

Jay tries once more, holding the phone up as it dials. This time, there's the faint chime of an incoming call that was further away. Sunghoon nodded in the direction it came from, heading toward the area which consisted of books, music, and other miscellaneous things.

"No, thank you, I'm alright," Your voice was recognized first by Jay. Speeding up his steps, he rounds the corner to see you backed away toward the far end of the isle, the cart in between you and an unfamiliar man who had his back toward the four. Your eyes widened seeing the familiar face, slightly relieved but still in a sense of panic considering the man that was following you grew the courage a minute ago to actually say something now, keeping you tucked away in the corner as he did.

Attempting to step away, you shift to the right but the man matched your movement, staying directly in your path and blocking it. Moving to your left, he matched that as well causing you to purse your lips. He smiled, seeming as if it were amusing to see you becoming undone with his actions which sent a chill up your spine. Aside from his creepy stalking, he seemed and looked like a regular guy, which made it even worse because of how normal he seemed upon first glance.

"Teenie," Jay spoke up, making his and the rest of their presence known, using a nickname rather than your actual one. The guy turned at the sound, his face morphing from the smile into one of annoyance, a  clear grimace on his features at the interruption. "Come here," The space between where you stood and Jay was a couple of feet, having to go around the man in the process as he had backed you into the wall moments ago.

Expecting for him to allow you to move without resistance this time, you go to step around him but he still continues to block your way. Going as far as grabbing hold of your arm causing your eyes to widen and pull back instantly. The anxiety that grew in your stomach elevated significantly, it was wishful thinking that having four grown and tall men would have the single one back down but it seemed he was crazy enough to not care about that.

"Stop being a fucking creep dude," Heeseung spoke up, growing rather frustrated and particularly peeved that he had the audacity to grab you. If they hadn't shown up he couldn't imagine what he'd attempt.

"We're not done talking," The man sneers, the tone of his voice causing the hairs on your neck to stand up, goosebumps forming along your skin though your body felt like it was burning up inside. "You the boyfriend?" He adds, nodding toward Jay who faltered, confused by the sudden question.

Jake lets out a small sigh, growing tired of the back and forth. Stepping forward, he holds out his hand to you without a word. Now a mere foot apart, he stares down the guy, almost taunting him in attempt to do something. Quickly, your hand latches onto his, albeit clammy from your nervousness but as he pulled you into his side, you felt significantly safer than before.

Tucking you behind him, Jake walks you both back a few steps, returning to the rest who had moved up closer. Still holding tight onto Jake's hand, you grasp onto his arm as well, holding it as if it were a security blanket and would make everything better.

"I am," Jake answers, taking the rest of you by surprise. His fib was believable, you clinging to his side playing the part and the boys merely went along with it. "We done here?"

The man didn't say a word, the silent stare down that occurred between Jake and him more than enough. Finally, he looked away, accepting there wasn't anything he could do to win in this. Whatever that was. Turning around, Jake began to lead you away, not bothering to look back as the other three followed behind, ensuring he stayed in place as they went.

You let out a shakey sigh, deeming it far enough away as you could see the exit. Feeling the ever-growing tears weld in your eyes, a few began to slip from the corners painting soft streaks down the apples of your cheeks. Silently, Jake allowed for Jay to pull you into his embrace, presuming having the one you were closest with to comfort you would be best.

A quiet sob slipped past your lips upon being wrapped into his arms. Jay let out a small shush, one of his hands rubbing small circles with his thumb against your back, visibly upset by how affected you were as he tucked his head down toward your ear, whispering words of reassurance that everything was okay and nothing would happen.

Heeseung tapped Jake's shoulder, nodding him along to give the two of you a minimal amount of space but also linger close enough in case the crazed man decided to have second thoughts and come back. Meanwhile, Sunghoon had made his way over to one of the cashiers, explaining the situation and how the female staff should be cautious until security had eyes on the man.

Jake glanced over as Jay had pulled back from the hug, his hands on either side of your face as he wiped away the tears that kept falling from your eyes. His heart tugged at the sight of you, looking utterly disheartened with a slightly red nose and your mascara beginning to smudge.

He's glad he answered.

#jake #jake sim #sim jaeyun #enhypen #jaeyun x reader #enhypen jake #smut #jaeyun smut #IM SO EXCITED THIS IS FUN

[jordisblogg]

a/n: no title bc i couldn’t think of one plus this isn’t rlly a fic, js a lil smth i was thinking about. the last part of it was inspired by this su comic i read, though i can't remember what it was called..

heart beat, negative, lungs, deactivated, body, comprised.

you stared in horror as griot read you her vitals, her blood was all over your face, hands and clothes, but you didn’t dare wipe it.

there, your wife laid, impaled. red liquid pooling from her mouth and nose, her eyes were lifeless, she made no movement.

“would you like me to contact the others, ms.y/n?”

you gave no response to the ai, as everything slowly started to tune out, you couldn’t hear the outside world anymore, you couldn’t see it. all you could see your beloved laying on the ground in her own pool of blood.

the attack had begun earlier this evening. namor had decided he had wanted to cut off the deal they had both made, in fear of shuri lying to him and double crossing his nation.

“ms.y/n?”

he hadn’t done anything flashy like the last time he flooded the city. he instead got shuri alone. she was on her nightly visit to the beach just outside the woods, the last place her and her mother truly connected before she was taken from her. she would make sure there were no dora with her, not even you and namor must’ve known.

as she reminisced, the young monarch noticed the serpent god emerging from the ocean. she hadn’t treated him like an enemy, but she was still on edge whenever he was around.

“what is it that you want?”

“do you truly have the intention of us building an alliance?” his question threw the scientist off, is that not what she had said? almost everyone who knew shuri personally knew that she never backed down on her word, no matter how bad the person was. but, she supposed she could see his suspicions.

“yes, i told you, you had my word on that. wakanda would protect your oceans as long as you promised never to show up here again.”

“did you? or did you let me believe it?” he began hovering towards her, until his feet landed on the warm sand. shuri stood and began creating distance between them.

“what are you talking about?”

“you never truly wanted us to be allies, did you, queen?”

“stay away from me—“ shuri was known to be fearless her whole life, never being one to back down from a challenge or tell someone off, when most people would be peeing their pants or running the other way. but she can’t deny, for these past 3 years, she’s been feeling the opposite of fearless, like she’s just been waiting for the last thing to tip her over and have her bursting into tears.

“do you think i am an imbecile? that i know you seek vengeance of me killing your mother.”

“what? no—“

her reached her to where there were only a few centimeters between them.

“you cross me, and i warned you, i wipe wakanda off the face of the earth..”

shuri then felt some sharp come in contact with her abdomen, she finally took her fear-struck eyes off the aquatic ruler and down at the large, sharp spear. in the exact same spot he wounded her the last time they had battled.

“it won’t heal twice..” he spit, venom laced within his words.

she tried to open her mouth to speak but nothing but swift breaths of air would egress.

“please..” she let out breathlessly, though she got no response, no remorse. he let her collapse to the ground, eyeing her vengefully as she struggled to take in oxygen.

“do not worry, i’m granting you your wish. you should be thanking me..” was the last thing he heard from him before he yanked his weapon from her middle.

“ms.y/n, would you like me to request for assistance?”

you should’ve been there. you should’ve stayed with her, something in your gut told you something wasn’t right.

“are you sure she’s alright, i mean— she’s been out there for almost an hour an a half. i know y’all want me to give her her space to mourn but.. i just don’t know.. i think i should go check on her, just to be sure.” you paced around the dining room, after you, shuri, and everyone else had invited them to dinner. it was routine for your wife to sit outside and reminisce, so you didn’t bother her about it tonight.

“i hope you know that little panther is going to say something.” mbaku snorted as he picked up a final carrot from the display plate. you ignored his warning and went out to find her.

“shuri? baby, are you alright?” you called out to her and got no answer, until you reached closer and heard faint coughs, your eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you continued to tread carefully, “shuri?”

the sight you saw once you finally reached her was something you could never have prepared for.

“ms.y/n, i really think we should call for assistance!”

“oh god!” you screamed, quickly running up to her as she laid, choking on her own blood. you placed your hands over her wound, hoping to stop the blood the was gushing all over her clothes.

“shuri— please, you can’t do this right now!” you watched her as she only coughed, her chest rising up in down in quick haste as she tried her hardest to breathe.

tears streamed down your cheeks as you tried to calm yourself, attempting to remain strong so your emotions wouldn’t make the situation worse, “you can fight it baby, come on! you’re gonna be okay!” you picked off two kimoyo beads from your bracelet and set them into her wound swiftly.

"these should heal it, you're gonna be okay, you hear me?" you placed one hand on the side of her face while keeping the other onto her wound.

shuri didn't know this would be how she would go. she had so much she wanted to say to you, but not enough time. all she could do was look at you and hope that you could hear her every thought. despite all her hardships and stress, the best part of her day would be coming home to see you. you soothed her somehow; in a way she couldn't explain. and how badly did she want you to know. seeing your distressed and horrified face only made her realize that she should've expressed all of this to you sooner.

she did make sure that the last thing, the last person, she looked at was you. she wanted your face to be the last thing she saw before she went, that way she could go peacefully.

she ignored your cries and your pleads, and pretended it was just you and her, sitting on this very beach, listening to the waves crash against the rocks and the sound of the few occasional elephants' trunks as they took their child through the water. she imagined you two sitting her and enjoying each other's company, rather than the reality of you holding the other as they clung on to life.

"shuri please, i'm right here!" you cried hysterically as you rested your head on your wife's chest, trying your best to soothe her.

soon you could no longer hear shuri's gasps, and her chest had stopped its quick motion. and that only frightened you more.

your head shot up immediately only to see shuri's lifeless eyes staring back at you. you didn't call out to her this time; you didn't shake her. you just looked.

you looked.

you held her frail body in your hands and looked.

"y/n!" instead of hearing the ai pester your once more, you heard the general, one who your wife loved dearly. she stood still as she watched the scene before her. the recently crowned queen, the last of the royal family, was now gone. and her wife sat over her, shocked in fear.

"my queen.." she hesitated, walking steadily towards you.

"no.." you whispered, voice almost hoarse, your eyes staying on your beloved, as if she would emerge back to life if you stared long enough.

"please.. just let me—"

"she's cold.."

"y/n.."

"get her a blanket, okoye, she's cold.." you cradled her into your chest, holding her tightly.

"y/n, please!"

"i don't want her to be by herself.." the only thing that was freaking the general out was how you were talking about the young scientist.. as if she were still here. as if she wasn't laying lifeless in your arms. throughout her entire journey of being part of the dora milage, this had got to be the most frightening thing she'd seen, just after the loss of queen romanda.

"s-shes okay, okay? i'm just staying with her.. i don't want her to be alone.. she doesn't need to be alone." you rambled as you rocked back and forth, still holding your wife, just like you used to when she would come to you crying, and you were the only one who could ever make her feel better.

okoye sighed, she didn't even bother to ask how this happened or why, it wasn't the time. she only joined you both on the ground and brought your face into the crook of her neck as you broke down in her arms.

"i'm right here, udade omncinci, i'm right here.." she only sat there and comforted you, letting a few tears trickle down her cheeks as well.

#shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri x y/n #mcu shuri #shuri x black! fem! reader #bpwf #shuri fic #shuri #letitia wright #shuri angst #omg gn yall a bitch need to sleep

[getmeoutofhell]

Ghostface killers texting with y/n part 2!!

This is for @randymeeksistheloml

Summary: basically leaving off from last chapter. Enjoy! 🤗 part 1: chat

Warnings: Ethan gets in a argument with Billy/cussing

Roman: what did I just come back to?

Y/n: don’t worry about it. It’s just them being weird as usual

Amber: Ethan’s such a L 😭😭

Y/n: imma add him back

Quinn: why? You like my brother or something 🤨

Y/n: what? No I just wanna add him back lol

Quinn: yeah sureeeee

*y/n adds Ethan back in the chat*

Amber: aww you added him back

Y/n: 😐

Ethan: why am I back in here?

Y/n: because I added you back lmao

Ethan: oh thank you y/n ❣️

Quinn: OH?!?! Now do you believe me y/n?? 🤨

Stu: 👀👀👀

Billy: maybe E won’t be a virgin sissy no more

Amber: LMAOOO

Y/n: replying to quinn: wdym?? He literally just said thanks. Y’all really getting on my nerves. Dead ass.

Y/n: replying to billy: bro wtf

Ethan: replying to billy: wtf are you talking about?? Stfu

Billy: little bro don’t start with me

Amber: fight fight fight!!

Quinn: lemme get the popcorn 🍿

Y/n: oh shit…

Ethan: replying to billy: no because your weird for saying that. You need to stfu

Mickey: holy shit what’s going on

Roman: right I just got out the shower and all I hear is my phone dinging

Quinn: @ Richie you need to see this

Richie: see what?

Richie: replying to billy: 😂😂😂

Billy: replying to Ethan: make me bitch boy

Stu: uh oh 😰

Ethan: piss off

Y/n: everyone chill out please.

Billy: No this virgin boy mad he gets no play. He ain’t gonna do shit

Billy: @ Ethan, ain’t this you?

Amber: LMFAOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Y/n: oh my fucking gosh…

Amber: BRO GOT CLAPPED 💀

Ethan: @ amber: bitch ain’t this you?

Y/n: 💀

Ethan: and billy bob, ain’t this you?

Quinn: BAHAHAHAH

Amber: replying to ethan: 🖕🏻

Amber: you just mad y/n doesn’t want you

Roman: hey can y’all stfu, imm tryna watch this movie and y’all keep interrupting

Mickey: this shit is so fucking funny

Billy: replying to Ethan: make sure to lock your windows tonight bitch boy

Billy: replying to Quinn: it’s not that damn funny

Quinn: yes it is

*ethan left the chat*

Billy: bitch

Stu: guys, why are we fighting?? 🥺

Billy: Stu shut the hell up

Stu: where’s Charlie??? He barley texts in here. Also billy stop being mean to me 😔

Jill replying to Roman: you can literally turn your phone notifications off dummy

Amber: where the hell you come from?

Roman: don’t start with me Jill. I’m not in the mood

Jill: replying to amber: I’ve just been enjoying reading y’all going back and forth

Quinn: weirdo.

Jill: what bitch?

Charlie: hey y’all…wtf has happened while I was gone?

Roman: a bunch clearly. Where have you been?? I was trying to call you all damn day charlie. It’s your turn to do the dishes

Charlie: chill I was with my friend. You know the one I went on a date with?

Stu: are you gonna tell us who it is yet?? 👀

Charlie: no

Billy: bro just tell us

Y/n: y’all he doesn’t have to if he don’t want to

Stu: why do you care y/n? Sus

Billy: no damn way you just said the word sus

Amber: anyways, where are we heading to next week?

Quinn replying to billy: lmaoo 😭

Y/n: were supposed to be going on a trip to Hawaii

Charlie: yeah

Roman: oh yeah the trip. I’m driving. Also please put Mickey in the damn back of the van.

Mickey: why do I have to be in the back

Roman: because you’re very aggravating sometimes and I can’t have that while I’m driving

Quinn: I’m so excited for the trip. Also who’s buying the snacks for the road???

Billy: make Ethan’s ass do it

Y/n: lol I’m buying snacks for the road

Richie: where am I sitting in the van? Don’t put me by Quinn. I still remember that piece of melted candy I had stuck on me all those years ago from her

Quinn: dramatic

Y/n: how about you guys come over and we can all watch a movie and order pizza? Just stop arguing about every damn thing

Billy: I’m not going around that virgin sissy

Stu: y/n can I got to the store with you when you get the snacks? 🤗

Y/n: ofc!! 😊

I hope you enjoyed this!! I plan on writing headcanons and maybe a whole fic about you and the group all on a road trip to Hawaii. Send in questions, I like them. 🤭

#slashers x reader #slashers #slashers x y/n #roman bridger #roman bridger x reader #mickey altieri #mickey altieri x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x reader #stu macher #quinn bailey #quinn bailey x reader #richie kirsch #richie kirsch x reader

[krizariel]

Follow up to this post

It’s been a few weeks since then and Tim is almost fully recovered. Soon he will be able to go back home. While Tim wanted to go back to the nest, Alfred had different plans.

“Preposterous Master Drake. You are going back to the mansion where you can be given proper care whilst you continue your recovery. There’s much you’ve lost and you need all the support you can get to get fully back on your feet. No objections.”

“Knowing you, you will want to get back to work right away. I brought you your laptop as a compromise.”

“Thank you Alfie.”

The nurses knocked on the door as it was time for his regular check up. Alfred left the room to let them do their job saying he’d be outside.

“Is your boyfriend not here today?” She asked as she was taking his blood pressure.

“ My who?!”

“Wow careful sweetie. Your heart rate”

Well I’m not the one who asked about my non-existent boyfriend what the hell lady!?

“Dark, tall and handsome? skunk hair? He has been here almost every day for over a year.” She continued.

“At first we thought he was a ghost haha” another nurse chimed in. “Almost every morning, when we'd come clean you up there was a flower, always had enough water. Sometimes we'd see a new flower.”

“You did get multiple visitors at the beginning but later the visits were more spread out and they didn't stay long so we knew when someone had visited. So it was SO strange that you'd always have fresh flowers and sometimes even books by your bed!”

"There was no one here near the end of the day and some nurses were too scared to enter the room in the middle of the night.”

"One time they peeked and one swore they saw a shadow by the corner so they called security. When we came in with a group of guards, no one was in the room. Everything was in place except for a new flower."

Another nurse peeked in. “Y’all talking about the lover ghost?” “The what now?!” Tim said "Yeah, yeah, come in!" Why are they just inviting themselves?! “Listen. Sometimes some nurses were scared to come in during the night but you were always peaceful, nothing out of place. Usually, with patients like you, rooms become silent and more empty as time goes by. It's…common. For visitors to slowly lose hope and being unable to continue visiting often. Each person deals with grief differently.” "But in your case, as months went by, your room was more…lived?" "Later Mr. Wayne let us know if we saw a certain Mr. Peters come in to visit that he was to be included in the list of people allowed to visit you." “We suspect he was our ghost!” A new nurse excitedly added, from behind Tim. WHERE ARE THEY COMING FROM!? "What makes you think Mr. Peters is the one that had been visiting me during the time I was in a coma?" "Well, if it's not him, then you had two suitors and one of them was a ghost. I'd go with the first option if I was you." “We haven't seen someone so dedicated so have to admit we were really rooting for you both. We haven't seen him lately though.” an older nurse continued. “Did something happen?” Another one asked. “No just… we are not- “ Tim felt a bit at loss as he was still processing all this information. Alfred, god bless him, made his presence be known at that moment. The head nurse was trailing behind him. “Excuse me ladies. Master Drake requires some rest.” Alfie said as he put his hand on Tim's shoulder, reassuringly. "Everyone please, stop bothering Mr. Drake and chop-chop, there's plenty to do." The head nurse said and then turned to Tim. "As for you Mr. Drake, it looks like everything is looks good. The doctor will see you in a minute to give you some final instructions and to tell you when will be your next check up but looks like you are ready to be discharged." And with that, she left. ----

Once he was finally back at the mansion and settled in his room, he finally gave himself time to think about what the nurses said. He just… it wouldn't leave him alone.

He will have to face Jason again, isn't he?

It didn't take long. And Tim suspects Alfred had a hand in it… "Hey." "Hi." By the way Jason's mouth moved, it looked like he had something to say but kept aborting saying anything. Tim could relate. "Sorry, Alfred wanted me to come to have tea with him this afternoon and was really insistent. I couldn't say no. Good to see you are doing well." "Yeah. Thank you." "Anyway, I'm on my way out so-" "WAIT" Tim grabbed Jason's arm before he could bolt out. He had to ask. "The nurses told me a story… about a ghost." "Uh?" "Yeah. Apparently a rumor started… of a ghost who kept leaving flowers and making noise in my hospital room. Who kept visiting me and keeping me company. They were apparently very charmed." "Oh." "Was it really you?" "I…yeah. Listen I never said anything because I didn't want to look lke a creep. I know it sounds nuts but I might have developed a bit of a crush on you…" "While I was unconscious??" "Let it be known I never said this made any sense." Jason continued "I just wanted to keep you company, to not be forgotten… because I know how it felt to come back and feeling that way. As time went by, I started learning every bit I could. I knew you as red robin but not the real you. I never bothered, and I started to want it really badly." Tim was at loss of words because a part of him wanted to stay upset but he couldn't find it it himself to stay mad in light of all this new information. "It was stupid of me to think that you'd wake up and maybe there could be a chance. But believe me I honestly didn't think it would be that simple. I know I can't take the hurt back but if you'll have me I want nothing more than to make it up to you and give this a try" Tim felt the smile grow in his face. He couldn't help it. It felt like getting closure in the best possible way. Maybe right now he really didn't want to focus on romance but he felt warmth at the thought of having his family around and Jason as well. The fact that Jason thought about him that far… is proof that his affections were never misplaced. "How about we take it slow and just see where it goes. I'd like it if you stick around." Suddenly he felt strong arms around him. Jason was hugging him tightly and just like that Tim couldn't help but feeling genuinely happy. Despite the situation, whatever the future hold didn't seem so bad. "Thank you babybird. I swear I'll make it worth your while." Jason said as he pulled slightly away and held Tim's face tenderly with both hands. "Alright… I could use a spar partner, wanna help a guy?"

"You got it." ----

It's been a few months since then and here they are. Jason usually wakes up first. He almost can't believe he gets to watch him sleep and wake up every day. He will hold on to this for as long as possible. For as long as Tim will have him. "Hey, sleeping beauty." "Hey, handsome." Part 1 Part 2

#jaytim #jason todd #tim drake #done thank you thank you hands you a potato #tbh the idea of jay staying keeping Tim company #and spooking the nurses #was the whole reason this came to be #the nurses ship them hard #its their telenovela #not fic

[cxhleel108]

LITG S8 Thots for this week: How eventful…

• Sienna don’t be mad cuz you decided to spread them legs for Jin and people found out. Be sneakier next time💁🏽‍♀️

• Outfit time!

• This a little too prom for me no shade.

• Gorgeous! Stunning! Magnificent!

• Not Oakley just wanted to check on us. The rest of you boys gon have to step your game up Idk what else to say atp.

• Jin kinda evil omggg why he lie to them bitches for no reason???

• OH NO HE DID KISS SIENNA NOW WE CAN NEVER BE TOGETHER😱😱😱😱😱

• Yeah you are high on my list Liam…my hit list.

• Wait she’s cutesyyyyy!

• Hazel real lucky I like her cuz I coulda just aired her tea out just now.

• Exactly! So glad you get it now😁

• Here Theo go admitting he has a crush on me yet again…are we still supposed to gag at this?

• And I’m annoyed because of the both of you so how about you either grow up or break up!

• GUYS PLEASE STOP MAKING SHAWN PINE AFTER ME ITS ILLOGICAL AND ITS BECOMING VERY AGGRAVATING!

• Our clip was actually so meaningless help.

• Liam unless you want me, me, me to get Oakley to break you, you, you in half I suggest you shut it!

• Why do y’all want me to help you pick who to get with??? Why???

• FINALLY MY SUFFERING ENDS!!!

• Wow every couple here really sucks except us LMAOOOO.

• I love Bea but I really cannot feel bad for her when she complains about Liam. Girl you brought that sorry ass nigga in here like what😭😭😭 Kyle was right there.

• Aww chin up Sie-monster! I’m sure one of the demons in Hell are ready and willing to give you the love and devotion you need😊

• Outfit time!

• This the first sleepwear we’ve gotten that ain’t just a lace bra and coochie cutter thong I’m cryinggg.

• Ain’t no way Liam just creamed all over me and Oakley…sorry my intrusive thoughts made me type that😭😭😭

• You telling me this bitch heard the shower running, obviously indicating someone was in here, and then just decided to walk in…ok.

• Girl why she mad when she the one that walked in on me and my nigga fucking😭

• Hazel…not Liam…no girl you better than this!

• Claudia and Hazel look so damn good in their heart-rate challenge outfits my gawd! Thick thighs DO save lives😩😩😩

• Outfit time!

• Wish I could BEEEEEEEEEEEEE…part of your woooooorrrlllddd!

• Yeah this clears the mermaid fit I’m sorry.

• Hari had to watch Hazel give all her attention to Liam of all people ooouuu I know he wanna kill himself now.

• Damn not only is she not pretty but she also stupid, bless her heart.

• Jin’s football outfit made my 🐱 jump a lil bit jrkslashdhdkd sorry.

• I just busted out laughing.

• Exactly what I asked for😈

• I’m so glad we got to redo our dance cuz we ain’t get freaky like I wanted the first time.

• He mid as hell I’m sorry likekfjfjsksmak. This the best y’all could come up with for the last bombshell?

• Liam at this point just start fucking the boys sis cuz this the 3rd time you done did some sus shit.

• Oh lord I’m so tired of these anticlimactic ass cliffhangers. We already know ain’t no other bitch in here raised our partner’s heartbeat but us, stop playing!

#i fear the stale part of the season is approaching #can’t believe it’s almost over #litg #love island the game #litg tempting fate #litg s8 #litg season 8

[the0retically]

The Suckening thoughts-#6 Meet Your Maker:

Spoilers below but my god that was a cool episode

- The intros get crazier and crazier and I love it

- Part 2?? Oh!! Goodness I have no idea how many episodes there will be of this and I’m so Scared because they all said it emotionally destroyed them

- …why are they spending this long on this intro,,,,please

- GOD THE MUSIC SLAPS SO MUCH NATHAN HANOVER THANK YOU FOR MAKING AN AMAZING SCORE

- GREFGORE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CHARLIE PLEASE

- Emizel’s “I HAVE QUESTIONS!” makes me So sad

- “Arthur do you see Grefgore anywhere?” SHILOOOOOOO :((((((

- “Arthur please just wait for like 45 minutes” “….is there a pet store nearby” PLEASE??

- SIBLING BONDING EXERCISE!!

- God why are they going back in????

- Ok yeah cat emizel, he has claws

- This is a nightmare what the hell, but good! Go get Grefgore!

- SHILO?? GO WITH YOUR BROTHER

- They’re just redoing it??????? Y’all pleaseeeeee…Charlie’s just like “yeah this will be Exactly the same!!”

- “What is another life for Grefgore!” Shilo I love you, thank god you’re going to try and get him

- And god emizel is Alone what the hell

- And they had to leave Condi alone goodness

- NO! THATS THE QUESTION HE WANTS ANSWERED?? brooooooo

- Ok that entire exchange made me so sad, he lost when him and the demons got their hideout, sure he was able to get Grefgore back (LETS GOOOOOOOOO!!!!!) but he Still does not have an answer to why he was abandoned and Shilo got to stay :((((( emizel buddy :(((

- Rip Arthur Petco is closed

- BIZLY IS SO HAPPY ABOUT GREFGORE BEING BACK!

- ……….weird digital glitching?? Excuse me?

- Also god why is Shilo’s aura mortal

- Awwwwwww shilo goes to hug grefgore!!

- “Can vampires regrow their heads?” “……………….what?” Oh god Grizz please don’t cut grefgore’s head off

- “Permission to hug you back my prince?” “Of course!” “Big day for grefgore!” PLEASE :)))

- “You still have many hours for the night” “is that true?” “….yeah?? No! You caught me in one of my DM lies!” iconic exchange

- Oh my god what is happening with this poor nurse, just let her go!!

- Oh god now this has become a sitcom bit what is happening, shilo is just concerned for this woman’s life but emizel and Arthur are trying to get her to get Vanya’s schedule

- :( Arthur telling the boys they don’t have to come with is Very sad

- “If Grefgore is truly a burden to you then I shall go get blood” GREFGORE NO YOURE NOT A BURDEN

- No vents? Damn rip

- Thank god no Arthur frenzy

- LAZARUS????? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

- He’s in the toilet???

- Oh a little family reunion!

- ……….why is this sus, is that really Lazarus?

- WHY IS HE PUSHING A PHEASANT THROUGH THE TOILET PORTAL?

- Charlie’s curse as a DM is just making insane animal noises

- …..is shilo allergic to birds?? Why is he sneezing bizly please let him enjoy the bird

- “Well it is what it is!” LAZARUS PLEASE

- The chaos of the twins to the seriousness of Arthur is Such a juxtaposition

- Oh…Arthur killed his family, god this is heartbreaking

- “Why did you use me?” “Because it was the most effective way” GOD PLEASE

- God props to Charlie and Grizz for this whole interaction, I love this

- OH STAKE RIGHT THROUGH HER HEART

- Arthur popping off, it’s incredibly sad but good for you! Burn her!!!!!! She’s the reason your family is dead, kill her!!!!

- Arthur I love you I’m so sorry your life has been this tragic

- EMIZEL DID NOT ANSWER AND SAY “YELLOW?”

- Jonny???? Oh god, why is there a hit on the demons??

- Thank god soda isn’t there! Please Charlie say soda isn’t there

- HA GRIZZ REALIZING THAT EMIZEL FORGOT THE GANG WAS SO GOOD

- But emizel remembers Theo at least!! That’s good!

- SHILO IS GETTING THE OLD PEOPLE TO BEAT UP EMIZELS SIRE????? IM CRYING OH MY GOD

- What???? Metal???? What is up with this vampire

- Please tell me emizel isn’t going to die again

- Why did they leave Grefgore behind???

- “YOU SHOULD’VE JUST LET ME SUCK YOU MAN!” “WELL I’M SORRY I SUCKED BACK!” ????????

- SHILO RALLY THE OLD PEOPLE!!!!!

- Charlie is that old man Earl????

- EMIZEL IS DEAD AGAIN??????

- “The Wylan twins send their regards” ??????? HUH??

- Shilo is just a sweet boy :( but GET OUT OF THERE

- SHILO GETS HIT TOO?

- “Next session is going to be the adventures of Arthur and Grefgore!”

- Shilo please get out of there

- GOOD RUN!! GET OUT OF THERE

- SHILO PLEASE YOU CANNOT DIE

- WHAT THE HELL

- TAKE GOD FOR REFLEXIVE HEALING

- MINUS FIVE TO EVERY ROLL??

- HE MADE IT! HE SACRIFICED THE OLD PEOPLE HES BLEEDING OUT BUT HES OK!!

- EMIZEL HI??

- Get out of the sun my boy!!

- Oh,,,,,,,oh no?? He has no arms or legs oh my god, he’s tied to a chair and his mouth is sewn shut????

- HORROR HORROR HORROR

- CHARLIE WHAT THE FUCK

- WHAT THE HELL??

- I don’t know why this encounter with the twins and emizel is the most terrified I’ve been with Charlie dming, holy shit

- WAIT EDWARD TWILIGHT?????? WHAT THE FUCK?????

- Emizel I love you, biting off your own tongue to spit at them is amazing he’s so iconic

- Viv and Vex,,,,,interesting

- GOD EMIZEL I LOVE YOU YOURE BADASS

- 7! God please don’t lose more I’m getting scared

- BUT GOD A GREAT EPISODE

#jrwi #jrwi thoughts #jrwi spoilers #the suckening #the suckening spoilers #emizel tucker #shilo bathory #arthur bennett #jrwi grefgor

[mrsswaino]

west coast.

mob!frank castle x f!reader .

warnings : 18+ only, smut , the use of the word ‘panties’ twice, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), soft/service frank, public sex (on a balcony?), lemme know if im forgetting any??

i live for soft frank - sue me. (actually send sum to my inbox or i’m suing you) i think this is the longest thing i’ve posted??? 1.6k words??? that aside, this is inspired off the song west coast by lana del ray. i hope y’all like this cause i honestly am not sure - but also love it at the same time???  so flip a coin ig,,, not proofread. (likes, comments & reblogs much appreciated)

“it ain’ all bad out here, is it?” frank questions from behind, arms wrapping around your waist.

it’s odd to believe maybe frank was right - there can be an appeal to looking at new york. you just have to have the money to look over it all from the balcony of a penthouse.

but in spite, still all you say is “just got bored enough to come out here, is all.” 

and he’s turning you around to look at him.

“were thinkin’ ‘bout me, huh?” he questions, but it sounds a hell of a lot like a statement with a chuckle.

“it’s not funny - had me scared half to death earlier.” you state, swatting at his arms that don't leave your waist.

“really thought i was gonna stay somewhere i can’t see ya’ long?”

“you were in custod-” you begin being promptly cut off by frank.

“how many times i gotta tell ya’ not to worry ‘bout me? promised i had everythin’ under control, think i’d lie to ya’ sweetheart?”

“i was scare-” you start again, before being cut off again.

“m’right here, don’t gotta be scared. was barely there a few hours.”

the uncertain glance you give him, causes him to gain a slight frown. he cradles your jaw in his palm, a soft look in his eyes before laying a gentle kiss to your lips.

“i don’t plan on - i ain’ goin’ nowhere, alright? nothin’ i want more in the world then to be right here with ya’, sweetheart.”

“still missed you.”

“fuck - missed ya’ more.” he states sounding somewhat exasperated, buring his face into your neck.

“only because you were in a holding cell.” and he can’t help but chuckle at that.

frank offers a kiss to your neck before groaning into it a  “god, i love ya’.”

“do you really now, frankie?” you question.

“don’t believe me sweetheart?” he starts, letting a slight chuckle out “need m’to prove it to ya’?”

you let out a slight hum while thinking, “what if i do?”

“better watch that mouth of yours, could get ya’ in trouble.”

“you are trouble, castle” you quip back, before meeting your lips with his.

the kiss is needy, and when hands start to wander it doesn’t take long to become sloppy. the tug you give his hair doesn't go unretalitated, a rough grope to your tit follows and has you gasping against his lips.

“please” is all you can manage to muster out between breaths.

franks quick to cradle your jaw in his palm again, eyes meeting yours “please what, princess?”

“make love to me, frankie” you start, “prove you love me.”

“want m’to make ya’ feel good?” he questions, condescendingly yet somehow sweet, “tell ya’ how pretty ya’ look when i do?”

when all you manage is a pathetic whine and nod, he just smirks and continues on.

“hm? want m’to make love to ya’ right now, sweetheart?” frank starts, hand going between your thighs, “want the neighbors to see m’fuckin’ ya’ up here?”

with the way frank’s touching it you makes your skin hot, and the breeze doesn't do too much to cool you down. still, you offer another pathetic whine and nod. the gentle eyes and slight smirk stay, but you still know he’s dissatisfied with something.

“need words, baby. tell me.” he states, lifting your chin slightly.

“fuck frank - just touch me,” you stutter out, “please.”

and that’s all it takes for him to pin you against the glass. one of his hands hikes your dress up until his fingers meet the band of your panties. they part from your skin, only to meet it again with a slight snap. franks lips meet yours again, but they’re quick to leave. but seconds after they do, he’s dropping to his knees while pulling your panties down, and he’s lifting your thighs onto his shoulders.

“gonna give ya’ everythin’ ya’ need,” frank states assuringly, laying a kiss to one of your thighs “jus’ gotta lemme, alright?”

you offer a hum, and he offers “ya’ gonna lemme, baby?”

“for fucks sake fr-” you start, before a light slap meets your ass.

“gonna be a good girl and lemme take care of ya’, right, sweetheart?”

“yes. frankie, yes.” you dejectedly whisper out. 

you gain another kiss to your thigh out of approval. before you have a chance to ruin the agreement his tongues meeting your slit, and there’s a slight groan that leaves both of your lips when it does. the slow flicks of his tongue have you growing impatient, and you're sure he knows because before you even have a chance to complain you feel two fingers start to enter your cunt. the stretch has you letting out a slight whimper. frank shows his gratitude for the noise with making the flicks of his tongue, and pumps of his fingers more vigorous. your hands end up taking purchase on his hair. you find yourself trying to tug him impossibly closer to you by it, and you feel the vibration of the groan he lets out at the feeling.

you start rutting your hips against his face, and you’re honestly not too sure if it’s because it’s not enough or too much. but frank knows, he knows you’re about to make a mess on his face and fingers and he couldn’t be happier. he knows in the way your face scrunches up, in the way you tug his hair, in the way you buck your hips, in the way your cunt squeezes around his fingers.you cant even think of giving him a warning, so instead you’re throwing out pathetic cries of ‘thank you’s, and curses. you swear you can feel his smirk, but you’re too in euphoria to even feel embarrassed. and even once you push his head from in between your thighs because it’s all too much, his fingers dont stop pumping into your cunt.  he lets out a groan and you can see your slick and his spit falling from his mouth onto your overstimulated clit.

“now would ya’ look at that?” he mutters mainly to himself, “s’pretty.”

he lays a light kiss to your clit before taking his fingers out of your cunt. bringing you back to your feet, he readjusts your nightgown even knowing he’s just gonna scrunch it back up. 

once he begins stripping his clothes, you start to drop to your knees, before frank grabs your waist and pulls you back up, stating “said lemme take care of ya’, darlin’. don’t worry your pretty lil’ head ‘bout a thing.”

your legs are being wrapped around his bare waist, and your dress is on your waist again. the glass of the door back into the penthouse is cold against your exposed skin, but when frank starts teasing your clit with the head of his cock the discomfort is long forgotten. frank doesn't let you get out a beg or a plea before his lips are meeting yours. and you both capture the slight whimpers that fall from your mouths at the sensation of him fully entering and stretching you out. the grip he has on your waist tightens, and you nibble at his lip when he starts slowly thrusting into your still slightly sensitive cunt. 

“s’big frankie” is stuttered against his rough lips, and  there’s that cocky smirk back on his face.

“yea?” he questions with that condescending tone again, “ gonna make a mess on this big cock f’me, sweetheart?”

and you're not even thinking before stuttering out whatever words he wants to hear. clearly grateful for that fact, his finger begins making haphazard circles around your clit, and his thrusts speed up. you couldn't care less about whatever words were flowing from your lips if he was gonna fuck you like this. 

“s’pretty like this,” he mutters into your neck, “s’good t’me.”

and more thoughtless mumbles fall from your lips at the praise, and feeling he’s giving you. the mixture of your hot breath, moans, and sweat is nothing short of sinful. the sound of his thighs slapping against your is barely acknowledged, the noises coming from your mouths taking superiority. and you can feel everything becoming all too much again, and once again frank knows, and it does nothing but amp him up.

“feel good, baby? lettin’ me take care of that needy lil’ pussy of mine, huh?” when all you can do is pathetically nod, and hum at the question, he continues “gonna make a mess, baby? be a good girl f’me?”

you can’t help the pathetic nodding that continues, or mindless babbles that fall from your lips, and it seems he cant stop the praise falling from his. as your cunt tightens around his cock, you drag your nails down his back and he lets out a slight whimper at the sting. you feel him twitch inside you, and whatever warning he’s trying to give falls onto deaf ears, because you feel an all too familiar euphoria coming over you. and you’re giving him what you told him you would - a mess. with your shaking legs, and shaky voice you offer gratitude, even while tugging his hair and scraping your nails against his back.

“attagirl,” he moans out, “love you n’ this pretty pussy.”

he lays gentle kisses on your collarbone and neck while riding out both your highs, but while his thrusts slow, they don’t stop, and neither do the circles on your clit even once you have.

and you can’t help trying to push his hand away from you, “t’sensitive frankie-”

“nah,” he starts, laying a sloppy kiss to you lips, “think ya’ got a few more in ya’ f’me, baby.”

a/n : gif is basically spot on tbh. also,,,,, her cameo in the punisher?????

#jon bernthal #frank castle #frank castle angst #frank castle fluff #frank castle smut #frank castle x reader #frank castle x female reader #the punisher #punisher x reader #the punisher x reader #jon bernthal smut #idk why i usually leave smut on a cliffhanger - maybe one day i’ll write aftercare with frankie #mob!frank

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Oh gosh how am i gonna survive all this that last ep TOOK ME OUT and now THERE’S STILL AZURE TO TAKE CARE OF ITS INSANE HOW WELL THE CREW UTILIZES TEN MINUTE EPISODES I FEEL LIKE I WATCHED A WHOLE HALF SEASON SCREAMS

OKAYOKAY

PT 2 OF THE SPECIAL CALLED THE PLAN MAN OH THAT SOUNDS FUN AND CHILL LETS GO (lmk s4 special spoilers ahead)

OKAY HERE WE GO

SOBS LOUDLY LISTENING TO THE THEME SONG

I AM MENTALLY ILL Y’ALL

OKAY

OH HEY

OH HECK ANOTHER

ANOTHER FLASHBACK

OH MY GODS I WASN’T EXPECTING A WHOLE OTHER FLASHBACK

I THOUGHT IT WAS BROS SPARRING IN THE PRESENT BUT NO THIS IS

HECK OH MY GOSH

AZURE

YOU N ME

THE WAY

AZURE LOOKS

AT MONKEY KING

SUS PIECE OF CRAP

LOOKS AT HIM LIKE HE’S HIS HOPE FOR THE WORLD

HE IS JUST A TINY MONKEY AND HE’S USING HIM LIKE THAT

THAT’S INSANE

WUKONG REALLY SEEMS TO WANT TO IMPRESS AZURE AND BE A PART OF THAT AND AZURE FR SEES THAT AS A TOOL BUT THAT ITS OKAY THAT IT A TOOL WHAT AN INTERESTING AWFUL FELLA I HATE HIS BLUE FURRY FACE

ALL OF US :D

immediately looks for macaque THERE HE IS :D

NEW OUTFIT

HELP

HE SOUNDS LIKE AN ANGSTY TEENAGER

OKAY

THAT’S GREAT VIBES I’M WHEEZINGN;SLDFMAWOEF

WUKONG FR THE MOM FRIEND CONFIRMED? /J /J /J /J/ JJ

MACAQUE’S EXPRESSION PLEASE I’M CRYINGBDSF;LMW;EF

WOW HE’S

HE WASNT’ ALL FOR IT HUH

LOOK AT HIM

HECK DUDE

HECK DUDE

WHEN HE STARTS TO MAYBE SLOW DOWN A BIT

AZURE HYPES HIM RIGHT BACK UP

ALL BECAUSE OF YOU

PEOPLE WILL NEVER LIVE IN FEAR

AND THAT SOUNDS PRETTY GOOD

YOU KNOW THAT’S ROUGH

THIS VERSION OF MONKEY KING WAS MANIPULATED INTO THE DOING WHAT GOT HIM UNDER THE MOUNTAIN HUH, BUT WHILE THE OTHER PERSON NEVER ACTED LIEK THEY DID ANYTHIGN WRONG SO ALL HE COULD DO WAS BLAME HIMSELF MY GOSH

HOW DID THE CELESTIALS LET AZURE LIVE DUDE, HE LITERALLY IS AN EX CELESTIAL THAT MUTINIED AGAINST HEAVEN AND PUSHED PEOPLE INTO DOING SO, BUT BECAUSE MONKEY KING WAS AT THE HEAD HE GOT OFF WITH JUST THE SCROLL OR SOMETHING? THAT’S WILD

YA BIG SWEETIE

YOU ME AND THE BOYS

OH

OH WOW HELLO

THAT WAS HIS FLASHBACK

YOU KNOW ITS ACTUALLY SO INTERESTING HOW AZURE DOESN’T THINK HE’S DOING ANYTHING WRONG

THAT’S WILD

ITS

ITS SO INTERESTING

THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HIM  

ITS

ITS SO WHACK

WHAT IS THIS

I’M SO FASCINATED BY THE HECKING

SEEMS TO CARE SO MUCH??

BUT??

HE SUCKS??

SHAKES THIS BURNT PIECE OF MOLDY TOAST

FUNNY WHEN HE HAS EVERYHTING HE JUST KEEPS THINKING BACK TO WHEN  HE JUST HAD THE BROTHERHOOD AND WUKONG

WHAT A FUNKY CHARACTER THEY’VE MADE HERE HE’S SO WEIRD

I WANT TO PUT HIM UNDER A MICROSCOPE

OHHHHOHO WHATS THAT

GOT DISTRACTED AND THINGS STARTED TO FALL APPART AGAIN

YELLOW-TUSK FR LIKE BRO SO MAYBE WE SHOULD TAKE A STEP BACK

WOW I FORGOT ABOTU THAT CLEVAGE

WOW WHO DREW THAT LAST FRAME

THE DETAIL

DANG

ALSO WOW I’M WHEEZINGNLS;DMASDF

THEY FR

I’M FULLY PREPARED FOR THE BROTHERHOOD TO TURN AGAINST AZURE BECAUSE THEY SEE HIM TEARING HIMSELF APART Y’KNOW?

MAN

M A N

AZURE FEELS LIKE WHAT HAPPENED WITH WUKONG WAS A BIG OL SACRIFICE HUH

SO INTERESTING

OWA

THEY BACK ON MOUNTAIN

SCREAAAMS

LOOOOOK

I’M WILL CRY

HELPGMLSDM

CHECKING OT MAKE SURE NO ONES THERE

THAT’S SO SILLY

HE’S BACK

WE GOT OUR MONKEY BACK

HELPGNLSKMDS

THE PENG STINKY LINES

EVERYBOIDY JUST HATES THAT GUY HUH THAT’S SO FUNNYGSDNFLWEMF

MONKEY CLASS IS IN SESSION I’M SMILING SO MUCH

SANDY

MY ABSOLUTELY BELOVED

AND PIGSY SO HECK

TANGS SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS HELPGN;LSDKFMD

HE’S STILL HASNT’ CHANGEED

NEZHA SITTING LIKE THAT IS SO FUNNY

Its actually so good to have monkey king back fr i’m in tears

smARTIE KID IS IN ATTENDENCE

SOBS

LITTLE LOTUS PRINCE

WHEEZING;SFAEW

“I’m… I’m not gonna do that” no yeah Zuko vibes i’m just gonna say it i’m sure someone else already has but i’m HGL;SDFJA;OIWEFMAFD

he’s gotta be like a teenager in this

he just has the vibes

I adore them all so much you don’t understand

MK’S FFACE WHEN SANDY INVITES NEZHA OVER

WISE MASTERS I’M BEING TRAINED BY THIS SEAOSNHGLKSDJSD TANG BREAKING THE FORTH WALL PLEASELGMS;DOFWE

WISE MASTER

LET ME KNOW WHEN HE GETS HEREEBGL;DSFMABG;OAIWF

I

THE CRAYON

THE

HELPGMNLSDKMAWE

“I think you burst a stitch” whoever drew Nezha looks like they’re having so much fun

YOU’LL BE FINEBG;LSMAOWEF

You know they’re really leaning into making Nezha seem more like a teen in this ep actually his energy is just off the charts amazing

BIG IMORTAL BABYGL;SDFJASDF

DO YOU WANT ME TO THROW CRAYONS AT YOU

IS THIS THE BREAK FILLER EPISDOE? BECAUE I’M LAUGHING SM AND ENJOYING THIS LIKE CRAZY ITS WONDERFUL

ALL THE PICTURES IN THE BACKGROUND ARE SO GODO

THE BOX OF CRAYONS PLS

“THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT”

WHEEZING;LSDKFM

I LOVE HIM SM

OH RIGHT MONKEY MK

WE HAVEN’T REVISTED THAT HECK I WONDER IF HE’LL GO APE AGAIN

THEY?

PENG THEY/THEM PRONOUNS FR OH MY GODS HELLO?? OKAY THAT WAS DONE RIGHT I LOVE HOW CAUSAL IT WAS AND NOT A BIG DEAL BLESS YOU MONKIEI KID I’M ACTUALLY SO TIRED OF MEDIA MAKING IT A BIG INTRODUCTION DEAL EVERY TIME SOMEONE SAYS THEY’RE THEY/TEHM OR SOMEONE INTRODUCES THEM AS THEY THEM SO THIS IS SO FREAKING NICE BLESSSSS YOUUUU ALSO BEIGN THEY BUT BEING PART OF A BROTHER HOOD IT NTO BEING A BIG DEAL OR ANYTHING? AMAZING, 10/10 WE LOVE TO SEE IT I DON’T KNOW I JUST LOVE THAT SM

PENGS SUPER POWERFUL HELLO? COOL

HELPGN;LSDMA;OWEF

EVERYONE JUST

HATING ON PENG

I THOUGHT THEY WERE INTERESTING

CREW REALLY WENT

OH YEAH

THEY’LL HATE THIS ONE

AND DIDN’T WAIT FOR AN ANSWERGLKSMFAOWE

TOUGH SMART FASTER THAN HE LOOKS YELLOW-TUSK

OHHHH

I LOVE THAT ACTUALLY

WE’VE ALREADY GOT HINTS OF YELLOW-TUSK RECONSIDERING IT MIGHT TAKE LESS THAN YOU THINK

MAN ITS NICE

BUT HE’S NOT A MONSTER

WHY DID THAT GET OT ME

HELPGSL;KAEF

I

KAY

THIS

I NEED TO PROCESS LIEK THREE THINGS

NOTHING GETS UNDER HIS SKIN LIKE A MONKEY

HE BASICALLY JSUT “WE’RE GONNA ANNOY THE CRAP OUTTA THIS GUY MK AND ME”

ALSO WHATS WITH MACAQUE AND SMELLS THIS SEASON

LAST TIME IT WAS “interesting” AND NOW ITS “smells” I’MGBS;LDFKMWE

GONNA BE ON WUKONG LIKE A BAD SMELL

IS IT REVENGE HE WANTS? IS IT? I might be disappointed if its just revenge cause he doesn’t’ seem like he wants revenge so much as feels he needs Wukong out of the way and must  make that sacrifice yada yada, revenge feels basic for what seems like a complex character rn y’know? bUT HEY LIKE EITHER WAY THEY DO IT I’M GONNA END UP LOVING IT CAUSE THEY DO IT SO WELL SO HECK IT MY GUYS

FR CALLING HIM A STINKY MONKY EVERY FIVE SECONDS I’M CRYIMNGNSD;FLKMWE

HEY

I GOT THE CRAYON I DO THE SAYIN

THAT’S SO FUNNY PLS GJLKSDJFL;WA;F

I LOVE HIM

I ADORE HIM

HE’S EVERYUTHING TO ME

once again Nezha is so good he’s just sitting there grumpy like

ALSO THE VOICE OF REASON HE REALLY IS

I actually

You know what

getting emotional over how they’re all on board with whatever plan monkey king comes up with this time

like season 3 they had nothing but doubts but now they’re all ready to hear him out and listen and OH MY GODS GUY’S HE’S ACTUALLY TELILNG THEM THE PLAN

THEY’RE KEEPIGN CAHRACTER GROWTH I’M IN TEARS

THIS IS ACTUALLY SO GOOD? BLESS YOU MONKIE KID CREW ILY

THE BRAINSTORMING TOGETHER

OH BOY HERE COMES TEENAGE SARCASM

Y’all if Mk’s older than Nezha- CAUSE I CONSIDER MK TO BE LIKE 20 OR SOMETHING AND IF NEZHA’S A TEEN THAT WOULD MAKE ALL OF THIS OS FREAKING FUNNY

THAT

WHAT A CRAYON

WHAT A HIT

THERE’S THAT POSE AGAIN

I’M CRYINGBSD;FAMWE

THIS IS EBAUTIFUL

THE CRAYONS

NO SARCASM ALLOWED IN MONKEY KINGS CLASSROOM

ON TRAINING TIME?

LETS GOOOOOOO

WAIT THIS IS SO FUN??

HELLO???

PIGSY JUST YOINKED THAT MAN

HUG

OH WOW THEY’RE ACTUALLY

OH THAT’S BEAUTIFUL

LOOK AT THIS HYPE BATTLE

THIS IS SO NICE

OH ARMOR???

POWER UP

LOOK AT HIS PROUD EXPRESSION

FREE POWER UPS WITH ARMOR FOR FREE

LETS GOOOO

WHERE’S OUR COOL BATTLE ARMOR

AWW WHEN YOU’VE EARNED IT

WHEEZINGS;AFMAWEO

HELPGMNLSKFMEW

ITS THEIR WEAPONS

THATS SO FREAKIGN FUNNY

WHAT A NICE MONTOGUE

“so we all know i’m the greatest teacher in history”

“ughhhhh this guy” MACAQUE’S QUIET COMEMNTARY PLEASE;GSMKF

HEY

OKAY HURTFUL

PLEASEL;KMGSDF

HE’S NOT THAT BAD

LIKE HE SAYS JUST NEEDS SOME WORK

HE’S ACTUALLY PRETTY DECENT HIS EXPLAINING JUST NEEDS A LOT OF WORK

BUT ALSO ITS?? SO NICE?? HE’S COMFORTABLE SAYING HE’S GOTTA WORK ON THAT NOW?? ITS GORGEOUS I’M CRYING I LOVE HIM

MK TIMEEEE

I LOVE THAT

SHOWING HIM HE TRUSTS HIM AND LETTING HIM BE INVOLVED

NGL MONKEY KING AS A MENTOR REALLY IS SO GOOD

MEI LOOKS SO HAPPY FO RHIM LIKE YUP

CAUSE YOUR’E THE PLAN MAN MAN

AW

SUPPORTIVE DADSY

MK’S LITTLE BASHFUL SMILE

I ADORE

“I mean one of us could beat him, one of us specifically”

“NOPE NONE OF US AT ALL.” HELPT THAT’S SO FUNNYGHDSNFASMF

GET SCROLL

OH

SLAP EM BACK IN

HELPNL;SKMASDF

SO

JUST

SLAP EM BACK IN WHERE THEY GOT OUT OF

AND EVERYHTING WILL BE BACK TO NORMAL

.

Y’KNOW ASIDE FROM

NO JADE EMPEROR

HOW’S THAT GONNA WORK

HELPGLSDF

THE WAY MK DRAWS THEM ALL

MONKEY KING LIKE THAT

NEZHA LIKE AN OLD MAN

TANG GETTING A PIGGY BACK RIDE ON PIGSY G ET IT? CAUSE PIG?

SANDY CARRYING MACAQUE AND MACAQUE’S BLANK EXPRESSION I LOVE THIS

HELPGNSDF

MACAQUE ON TOP OF THE BLIMP

Mk’s doodles for how they win is actually

so good

always

they make me so happy

Nezha still looking like half deadNG;LAKWMFE

SOUNDS LIKE YOU’RE ALL OVER IT SANDY

WELP LOOKS LIKE HE’S BUILDING ANOTHER BLIMP  HUH

THE WAY HE DRAWS AZURE

OH MY GODS WHO DREW THESE

I NEED TO HAND THEM ALL MY MORTAL POSSESSIONS FOR HOW THEY’RE DRAWING MACAQUE AND NEZHA I’M CRYING;DSAWE

HE’S FACEDOWN ON THE FLOOR

MACAQUE IS JUST STANDING THERE I’MGNMSLDFMD

LOOK AT HIM DRAW

“If you have to ask… you’re probably on team be”

HE’S SO ANNOYED ABOUT HTAT PLEASE;LKMGSF

PLS MONKEY KINGS’ APPLAUDING IN THE DOODLE, THINKS MK’S SO COOL AND EPIC, HE DOES MK I PROMISE YOU HE THINKS YOU[‘RE COOL YOU ARE COOL

THE DBK FAM ARE FRIENDS

I LOVE THAT SO MUCH

I LOVE THIS SHOW

WHOEVER DREW DBK I NEED THAT AS KEYCHAIN OR STICKER OR ANYTHING

SHHHLURP UP THE BAD GUYS

SO THEY CAN NEVER MAKE US FACE THEIR NIGHTMARES AGAIN

WHY DO THEY KEEP DRAWING HIM LIKE THAT’ PLEASE ITS SO CREEPYGSLF;

WE;’RE ALL GONAN DIENG;LSMF

THANKS TANG

AGAIN

NEZHA IS JUST

SITTING THER I’M WHEEZING

LOOK AT THE ROOM

I LOVE HOW MESSY IT IS ITS SO NICE

I LOVE THAT PIGSY’S ON THE FLOR HE LOOKS COMFY

THIS IS A SILLY PLANNING EPISODE I LOVE IT SM

Okay y’all can trash talk Peng all you want I actually adore them, they’re so dramatic, Macaque has chilled out and now we have this guy and i love them

I LOVE HOW THEY’RE

ITS JUST THE TWO OF THEM

AT A BIG OL BANQUET TABLE

PENG ILY

YOU’RE SO FUNKY

a little chaos might be good for the world

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE AZURE’S GONNA WALK IN AND BEAT UP YELLOW TUSK OR SOEMTHING

OR GO BACK INTO THE SHADOWS ANGRY

I DON’T KONW

I LOVE THAT YELLOW-TUSK KNOWS ITS NOT SUSTAINABLE

HECK DUDE

HE’S ACTUALLY HORRIFYING

HOLD UP THAT WAS CHILLING

COMES TO FIND THEM ALL HAPPY AND JUST

WOW HE’S NOT DOING SO HOT

also wow yeah that’s a lot of cleavage monkie kid why you’re killing me here i can’t take him seirouslyGN;LAMFAWE;NF

YEAH THOSE DUDES LOOK TERRIFIED

HE’S

STILL SMILING

PENG’S SWEATING

HE’S TRYING TO HYPE THEM

AND HE’S

NOT LOOKING GOOD

PENG TRYING TO

YELLOW TUSK IN TROUBLE

LETS GOOOOOOOOOO

THREAT TIME

OH

OHHO

NOT THREAT

PENG

PENG HOW DID YOU KNOW THIS??

HOW OD YOU KNOW THIS??

OHHHHHH

OHHHHHHO

WAIT THIS IS LIKE

POWERFUL PERSON

IS DISTRACTED BY ONE PERSON

SO ITS NOT LIKE REVENGE ITS LIKE

NEED THEM GONE SO I CAN FOCUS

CAUSE IF NOT THEY’RE ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT

HOW INTERESTING

THEY’RE SO WEIRD

AZURE IS SO WEIRD

CACKLES

OKAY

WELL NOW I’M A LITTLE WORRIED FOR WUKONG

BUT

ITS NICE THEY CAN REALLY DISTRACT HIM NOW

ITS INTERESTING HOW YELLOW-TUSK WANTS TO CONFRONT IT AND PENG WANTS TO IGNROE IT, THIS IS LIKE DYSFUNCTIONAL TOXIC FMAILY ALMOST

(i’ve been watching too many therapy videos)

AHEM

ANYWAY

AZURE SURE IS A GUY

I HOPE WUKONG IS GONNA BE OKAY

HELPGPGLKSDMF

THEY GOT AMROUR FOR HTE LITTLE MONKEGSDNBF;ANFA;AWE

OH MY GODS

PIGSY

HE MADE THEM A SILLY LITTLE APRON

AND CARVED THE LITTLE MONKEY A WOODEN SPOON THATS SO HECKING CUTE YOU GUYS

ONE MONKEY APPRANTLY JUST LIKES HANGING WITH PIGSY IG

THAT’S SO NCIE

actually whoever drew pigsy there i would like to high five you you drew him so nice and shaped i adore

DRAMATIC MACAQUE

OH SANDY YOU’RE GONNA PASS OUT BLOWING THAT UP

s

scary? ;-;

nooooo

buddyyyyyy

YUP HE STILL HASNT’ ACCEPTED THAT PART OF HIMSELF THAT’S

YEAH

HECK DUDE

WHO DREW THAT

WHO DREW THE “IT’LL BE FINE” WHO MADE HIM SHAPED LIKE THAT I’M CRYNIGBDSF;LKMAO;EF WELL DONE IM CHOKIGNSD;FM

WHEN WE LOOK THIS GOOD AIN’T NOTHIGN GONNA BEAT US

HE IS

TRYING SO HARD

COME ON WUKONG U GOTTA TALK TO HIM

PLS DONT’ CALL UR MONKEY FROM SCARY MKKKKKKK WUKONG IS A MONKEEEYYY

;-;

u cant just

ignore this whole part of ur power cause it scares you |;A;/

PLSSSS

UH OH

LOOKS LIKE HE CAME TO THEM

MACAQUE INSTANTLY SHADOW TRAVELING EVERYBODY TO THEM

HOT DANG HE IS ON THE BALL

PIGSY AND DANG FALT ON THE GROUNDMGDFSFD

OH MY GOODNESS THAT IS GONNA MAKE SUCH A TRANSITION FOR AMVS HOLY CRAP I’M EYEING UP THAT BIT

OH BOY

MK BUDDY YOU MIGHT HAVE TO MONKEY UP TO SAVE YOUR MENTOR U H

WHAT A LINE ACTUALLY

I WILL TEST THE LIMITS OF SUN WUKONGS IMMORTALITY

THAT WAS

WHAT A LINE

HECKING

SCREAMS

OKAY

THAT WAS PRETTY CHILL ALL THINGS CONSIDERED

NOW WE GET TO THE AMV RICH ANIAMTION HUH?

THERE’S TWO MORE EPISODES AND THAT’S IT

THERE’S TWO MORE FULL EPISODES THAT MAKES ME SO WORRIED FOR WUKONG

I LOVE HOW THIS EPISODE ILLISTRAITED SO MUCH CHRACTER GROWTH AND POINTED OUT WHERE MK NEEDS MORE OF IT

SCREAMS

OKAY

I NEED TO GET MOVING TO THE NEXT ONE PEACE

KNOX OUT

#long post #knox rambles #knox reacts #monkie kid season 4 spoilers #monkie kid season 4 special spoilers #lmk s4 special spoilers #lmk s4 spoilers

[ofstoriesandstardust]

forget what you’ve been told (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: this is all because @struggling-with-delia​ asked me to write Cowboy!Bob. i rewrote and took out an entire original part of storm warning to fit this in. this is entirely her fault and you should blame her. this isn’t my favorite chapter but this is the bridge between here and the next part and especially the final part. 

summary: In revealing his Southern upbringing, Bob gets a chance to see Jake’s sister for who she truly is. 

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | storm warning masterlist | dry lightin’ cracks across the sky (those storm clouds gather in her eyes) | what if you let them all in on the lie?

folks who wanted to be tagged: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp​ @shanimallina87 @abaker74​ 

warnings: swearing, implied/references child abuse, death of a parent, please someone appreciate my research that went into this

word count: 2,071

You walk down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you appear in the living room. You pause, taking in the sight of the different pilots strewn about the space, noticeably missing Bob. Your eyes pass over Bradley’s body, who’s quick to look away from you. Your sight then moves to your brother, who makes to stand up. Rolling your eyes, you turn on your heel and out the front door, despite the fact that you’re barefoot and still in your pajamas. 

You make the trek around the house and towards the stables, seeing Lucas unsaddle his horse, Poppy. There’s another figure following behind him with Dahlia that you can’t quite make out. “Sup Cowgirl.” He calls, locking the door to Poppy’s stall. “Why’re you still in your pajamas?” 

You groan, moving to tie your hair up. “Jake’s downstairs and it’s just... too early.” 

The second figure, who you realize now is Bob, chuckles at your comment. Lucas nods. “They all still in the house?” You nod in confirmation. “Alright, think I’m gonna head inside. You good out here Bob?” The man gives him a thumbs up. 

“Thanks for letting me ride.” 

Lucas shakes his head. “No trouble at all, was a pleasure to ride with you. I’ll see y’all inside.” Both you and Bob wave a hand as he departs, disappearing as he walks towards the house. Bob begins to move towards Dahlia’s stall as you follow. 

“What are you doing out here?” 

Bob shrugs. “Wanted to ride. Maybe it’s silly but I find it calming.”

You shake your head. “Not silly at all, I’m the same way.” Bob hands you Dahlia’s bridle to hang up. “Gotta give you credit where credit is due, Dahlia doesn’t let just anyone ride her and I think she’d prefer just Jake.” Bob nods. 

“Yeah, I could see that.” 

“Say, you’ve never told me where you were from.” You comment as Bob begins the process of taking Dahlia’s saddle off. He hands it to you and you move to put it away. “You’ve seemed to settle into country life fairly well, 'specially if you’re riding Dahlia.”

“Tennessee. Grew up on a pretty similar ranch. I rode and raced as a kid.” 

You turn to look at him. “You mean- you mean to tell me you rode this whole time? And you let Jake and I make you wear a helmet?” 

He laughs, offering you a wide smile. “Most of this group don’t know where I’m from or that I used to ride. Plus you were so passionate about it.” 

You roll your eyes. “Just trying not to get sued.” You say as you move to set Dahlia’s saddle in it’s home. “My college freshman roommate was from Tennessee.” You say, sitting on a haystack as Bob picks up a brush for Dahlia’s mane. 

“Oh yeah? Where from?” 

“Maryville. You?” 

“I’m like right between Lexington and Hurricane Mills. There wasn’t much around us for miles and miles and both towns are tiny as it is, so you probably don’t know where it is or heard of it.” 

“Oh, yeah no I’ve been out to Hurricane Mills. I spent spring break in Maryville with her and I dragged her out there, four hour drive and everything, just cause I wanted to see Loretta Lynn’s ranch.” 

He chuckles. “That’ll do it. Where’d you go to college?” 

“University of Texas at Austin.” You respond, leaning against the wall of the stall. 

He gives a double-take, turning around to look at you. “Yeah? Don’t they have like a 40% acceptance rate or something?” 

“32.” 

His eyes widen. “Holy shit. So you’ve secretly got a brain.” 

You laugh. “Yeah, well I pass as a redneck cowgirl, but I’d like to think I’m a little more intelligent than I initially let on.” 

“Same can’t be said for Rooster.” He mutters, most likely to himself, which causes you to raise an eyebrow but say nothing further. “Why UT?” 

You shrug, cheeks going red. “Well, my Dad didn’t want me going off to college. Wanted me to stay here, work on the ranch. So, I was on my own financially. UT, well, they, were in-state and they uh, they gave me a full ride. Part of the Forty Acres Scholars Program. It was an offer I couldn’t say no to.” 

He stares at you for a moment. “Full-ride dude... What’s the Forty Acres program?”

“It’s a merit-based program that offers a lot of academic and leadership opportunities within a small cohort.” 

He lets out a low whistle. “Something tells me they don’t just accept everyone.” You shake your head. 

“Nope, but I don’t exactly use it for much. Graduated summa cum laude and then came right back here. Haven’t used the alumni network either and I doubt they’re thrilled they spent the money for me to do nothing.”

He sighs, tossing the brush to it’s container just outside the stall door. “Not nothing if you graduated. And hey, for what it’s worth, you’re a lot smarter than you’re giving yourself credit for. Don’t see Hangman doing what you did.” 

You shrug. “Maybe. Did you go to school or go straight into the Navy?” 

He looks back at you. “You’re just stalling from going back inside, aren’t you?”

Your cheeks warm again. “No, I genuinely want to get to know you.” He raises an eyebrow. “And yeah, okay there’s a little bit of that, but I’d still be out here whether you were out here or not. I was serious when I said I’m not dealing with Jake this early in the morning.”

He chuckles again, leaning up against the opposite wall from you. “Alright, so what’s really going on between you and Hangman?” 

You sigh. “He... I don’t know, he left for the Navy right after my freshman year in high school and never came back. Destroyed my family, left me here all alone.” You clear your throat, feeling the emotions crawling up it once again. “Can we not talk about him?” 

He nods. “”Course. Nah, I didn’t go to the Naval Academy like him, just straight into the Navy when I was 18.” 

“Wait, did he go to the Naval Academy? I thought he just went straight in.” Bob shakes his head slowly. “Damn, guess this is what happens when people just take off.” You mutter. 

“He didn’t... tell you?”

“My brother? Inform me of these things? Hell no.” 

Some clicks on Bob’s face. “I knew he was your brother.” 

You pause, looking at him in confusion. “Did... did you think otherwise?” 

Bob shrugs. “Was pretty sure you were his sister but most of the team is convinced he’s your ex, Rooster included.” 

You make a face, shaking your head. “That’s gross, no.”

Bob winces. “Sorry, I know you said you didn’t want to talk about him.” 

You wave a hand. “’S okay. Bradley thinks this too? This why he’s mad at me?” 

Bob nods his head. “Yeah. Overheard whatever argument you were having with Hangman and drew his own conclusions.” 

You groan, reaching to rub a hand over his face. “God, he’s so stupid.” You mumble. “Sorry that’s-”

“Nope, you’re not exactly wrong.” Bob says, waving you off. You laugh, feeling some of the tension bleed from your shoulders. 

Maybe this thing with him was still fixable. 

“How is someone like you friends with my brother? I don’t see it, you and Phoenix are too good of people to be friends with him.” 

Bob looks down to his engagement ring, sliding it up and down his finger. “We weren’t always close like this with him. Me and Phe have had our issues with him and if you could go back two years and see him and Rooster-”

“Let me guess, all-knowing Jake Seresin pushed a little too much, his ego too big for everyone else in the room?”

Bob laughs, nodding. “Something like that. When we all got brought together as a team initially, uh... well how much has Rooster told you ‘bout his Dad?” 

“Yeah, we’ve talked about him a bit. Was a pilot for the Navy, died when he was young.” 

Bob nods. “Yeah, well, when we got brought together Rooster and Hangman got into it one day after training, during the debrief. Hangman brought up his Dad and our instructor, how they used to fly together, kind of insinuated Maverick was responsible for his Dad dying.” 

“God, my brother’s a fucking asshole.” You mutter. 

Bob shrugs. “Yeah, well, then Hangman saved Rooster and Maverick’s life. Hangman did end up apologizing after we all got home and well, it wasn’t overnight but the two of them started to figure things out. Slowly became friends. Look at where they are now.” 

You study Bob carefully. “Why you telling me this Bob?” 

“Just... if Rooster can forgive Hangman, well... then maybe so can you.” 

“Like you said though, they didn’t happen overnight.”

“Fair, but... why are you really mad at your brother?” 

“For leaving.” You say, as if it’s the most simple thing in the world. 

He bites his lip. “You sure? Just cause from the sounds of it, y’alls Dad wasn’t all that great.” 

“C’mon Bob, you grew up in the South. You know you don’t turn your back on your family. And Jake, he got out. He got a choice of what he wanted to do with his life. But I didn’t get that. I got stuck here, carrying everything. And yeah, our Dad was a horrible piece of shit and I’m glad he’s dead, cruel as that might make me sound. But Jake, he left and never came back. He wasn’t here when Mom got sick, not when I graduated high school or college, and certainly not in any moment since.” 

“So you’ve resented him all these years for getting everything you’ve ever wanted and never been able to have?” 

You groan, standing up from the hay stack you’re sitting on and moving out of the stall. “It’s more than that Bob. He- My mom, the thing that held this family together, the best person I’ve ever known, was sick. She died. And he still couldn’t find it in his heart to come home. I remember the morning he left. Watched him do it. Mom cried for days when he did.” You find yourself beginning to pace, remembering that day. 

Your brother’s room had always been next to yours, and even after years, the creaky spot outside your door still woke you up when he moved. There’d been no light in the room, early morning, and you pushed your covers off, sleepily opening the door open as you watched your brother walk down the stairs with nothing more than a duffel bag. Frowning, you quietly followed him, watching him slip out the front door. Slipping out the front door after him, careful to not let the squeaky porch door close, you watch him walk down the dirt driveway, getting in his truck, and driving away. 

He never came back.

Your Mom had cried for three days after finding Jake’s room all tidied up like she always asked him to do, nothing more than a brief hand-written note explaining that he needed to leave, left on his pillowcase. Your Dad had taken down every picture in the house of him in it (save for the one under your bed), scorning your brother for turning his back on the Seresin name. You still don’t know what happened to those photos. Where they were now.

“As far as I’m concerned, my brother is nothing more than a self-serving, arrogant ass who-” You turn, finding yourself face to face with Bradley and Phoenix. You sigh, shoulders dropping. 

“Hi Cowgirl.” He says softly, offering you a goofy smile as he puts his hands into his pockets. 

“You have an eavesdropping problem.” You say, crossing your arms. 

Bob closes Dahlia’s stall door, locking it. He walks over, taking Phoenix’s hand. “We’re gonna go back inside. We’ll see the two of you in there, yeah?” 

“Remember what I said Bradshaw! Don’t want to see you again till you’ve groveled!” Phoenix shouts over her shoulder as her and Bob turn towards the house. He sighs, looking up at the ceiling of the stables. 

“Can’t believe I’m a grown adult being lectured by my friends.” 

“Kind of think you deserve it.” 

He sighs again. “We should talk.” 

You nod, uncrossing your arms. “Yeah, let’s talk.” 

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fics #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw fics #bradley rooster bradshaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fics #storm warning

[beginningobserver]

TTRPG with 02 Kiddos ft Rui-kun

[AO3 Version]

• Canon compliant (KenMiya/Kenyako) + 02 group and Rui-kun (also includes DaiLui) • Comedy; Teen/Adult audiences.

Story: Takeru liked to read storybooks as a kid. He really enjoyed those stories from different places and cultures, myths and folktales. It’s not a surprise he was aiming to be a professional writer, and it was also working on his childhood memories alongside the digimon and the Chosen Children. It’s also not a big surprise that he would find fun in writing TTRPG sessions with friends -- yes, Hikari, Iori, Daisuke, Ken and Miyako. But this time he prepared something extra fun for their new friend, Rui.

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The group of fearless warriors kept walking through the forest looking for the great evil who is trying to destroy their world and kingdom. In this group they had…

“Hey, Takeru quit narrating everything and hurry up! The kingdom won’t be saved if you keep doing monologues!!”

“Ah… But you see, I’m--”

“He’s right,” V-mon pouted, “Don’t you want to save the kingdom ruled by our king!?”

“Who was the king again…?” Patamon blinked.

“YOU FORGOT WHO’S OUR KING!?” Daisuke and V-mon gasped dramatically.

“... Did we mention a king before?”

“It’s Taichi-san,” Takeru explained, “Since he’s working in a Digital World-related department at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs… Makes sense for him to be a king, right?”

“True,” Patamon nodded sagely.

“Y’ALL ARE WASTING OUR TIME!!” Daisuke interrupted them again, “Taichi-san will be mad if we don’t beat the great evil!”

“Huh, what’s ‘the great evil’ again?” Miyako popped in.

“The great evil, Ow the Edge. ”

“What?” Iori squinted his eyes, “I thought you would put Ichijouji-san as the enemy.”

“Excuse me…?” Ken looked at them, frowning, “My days of villainy have ended a long time ago, I don’t want to be the bad guy anymore.”

“Besides, I don’t want to date the villain!” Miyako pouted, “Unless you want an evil couple.”

“Here she goes, talking about her relationship status again,” Daisuke muttered in a growl. He hated the fact he’s still unable to confess his feelings for Hikari.

“What did you say, Dai-su-ke?” Miyako grabbed her guitar in hands, ready to smash it into Daisuke’s head.

“N-nothing??!” He babbled, wavering.

“I think we’re going off-topic,” Tailmon interrupted them, unamused.

“Who’s Ow the Edge, Takeru-san?”

“Ow the Edge…” Daisuke squinted, “Ain’t you making fun of Sh※d※w the H※dg※h※g, are ya!?”

“No, it’s definitely not related to Sh※d※w the H※dg※h※g. It’s just Ow the Edge.”

Daisuke’s brain couldn’t tell if Takeru was trolling them or being serious.

“Anyway, Ow the Edge is the evil guy and we’re going to beat him right now.”

“Wait a second,” They all looked at the seventh human there on the table, Rui.

“What is it, Rui-kun?” Hikari asked.

“I… I don’t understand why Takaishi-kun gave me this paper and told me to memorize it…”

“Oh I just made up something for you, to read. Don’t worry~”

Daisuke whispered to Rui, “When he says that, get ready for something terrible happening to your character. Trust me and Ken, we’re his favorite victims.”

Ken nodded in silence, agreeing with Daisuke. Rui was still not sure what that meant though….

“Where were we again?” Takeru said, then he cleaned his throat and proceeded with the story.

The group had the most loyal knight of the kingdom in the lead who wielded a glaive, a magician and a bard couple (the bard girl had an axe which was also her guitar, the magician boy a twin spear with the ability to turn enemies into allies when touched by its edges), a duo of archers wielding crossbows and a swordsman (the youngest of them!)

They were going into the Forbidden Forest and--

“One question,” Wormmon stopped the group, “Why is it forbidden?”

“You see, little familiar, the forest is forbidden because it’s off the kingdom’s domains.”

“So we would be violating by trespassing, am I correct?” Iori deadpanned.

“But we’re six people and six digimon,” Armadimon added, “To not be trespassing we should just let two people pass.”

“... Makes sense” Daisuke and V-mon mused.

“No, it makes no sense at all,” Ken sighed.

“Can you please let Takeru continue?” Tailmon stared at them.

“Ahem,” Takeru cleaned his throat again,

They were going into the Forbidden Forest and suddenly… It started raining. Then, the knight said…

“Alright, leave it to me, I’m a master of the lightning spells!”

“Is he really the right person for that?” Miyako whispered to Takeru, “Letting Daisuke play with fire is not a smart idea…”

“HEY, I have the Digimentals of Courage and Friendship!” Daisuke snapped, “It’s obvious I’d be experienced in fire and lightning magic!”

“True,” V-mon nodded, “It’s not like Daisuke had exploded things while cooking!”

“Yeah it’s not-- HEY!!” Daisuke stared at V-mon, angrily.

“I think I should use the power of my Digimental” Iori looked at his sword, “Why would we need The Digimental of Friendship if there’s no Lightnin--”

A strong lightning crashed into their direction, but the knight’s Lighdra-glaive’s spells protected the group.

“... Nevermind,” Iori blinked.

“Are you okay, Miyako-san?” Ken asked Miyako, who he was shielding with his own body.

“Y-yeah… I am, thank you Ichijouji-kun” she answered with a smile.

“Miyako-san…”

“Ichijouji-kun…”

They were going to kiss, but--

“STOP FLIRTING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RAIN!!” Daisuke shouted, “I’M NOT A WALKING UMBRELLA FOR THAT!!”

“But you’re protecting us from the lightning, not from the rain,” Hawkmon corrected him.

“It’s Iori who is protecting us from the rain” Tailmon gestured to the boy using the Submari-Sword to keep them dry.

“But we’re not like third wheels for their romance!” Daisuke pouted.

“We’re six digimon and six humans, so we would’ve been the third, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine and ten wheels” V-mon said as he counted in his fingers.

“I don’t mean it literally!! ”

“Oh…”

“I don’t mind that,” Iori said, then he and the group kept walking in the rain, but the sword was generating a force field protecting them from the water.

“Fine, fine… But stop flirting while we’re working!” Daisuke growled, and then kept using his glaive to control the lightning away from them.

“But…” Rui interrupted them again,

“Was it, Rui?” V-mon asked this time.

“Wouldn't it be more effective if they could seek a place to stay and wait for the rain to stop?”

They looked at each other and then to Rui…

“Are you criticizing Takeru’s story?” Patamon stared at Rui.

“Uh…”

“ANYWAY!!” Takeru said quickly, before they could get into a fight.

The group kept going through the dense and eerie Forbidden Forest,

“Why is it raining here though?” Wormmon asked, still on Ken’s back.

“Because of a spell casted by Ow the Edge” Takeru explained, “Human beings are not allowed in his territory.”

“Well, we should be closer!” Daisuke seemed fired up, then he pointed at the lair in the horizon, “THERE IT IS, THE… THE…”

The Lair of the Great Evil -- The LOGE.

“The Loge?” Hikari tilted her head.

“Are we going to a theater then?” Miyako blinked.

“No, the LOGE, not loge” Takeru corrected them, “It's an abbreviation of the ‘Lair of the Great Evil’.”

“Shouldn’t it be ‘LOTGE’ then?” Ken asked, unfazed.

“Lodge?” Daisuke frowned.

“No, it’s LOGE, we shouldn’t count ‘the’ there!” Patamon snapped.

“Why would you name it with a HARD abbreviation like that!?” V-mon complained.

“Oh I like to see your reactions” Takeru smiled.

“WHAT!?”

While the knight, the magician and the aspiring writer who’s also an archer were in a heated discussion about the lair’s name and abbreviation…

“...”

The mysterious and nefarious Ow the Edge appeared in front of them!!

“...”

“...?” Rui looked at Takeru on the table, confused.

“Ahem, Rui-kun it’s your turn.”

“Huh…?”

“The paper I gave you, it’s your character” Takeru gestured to the paper in front of Rui on the table.

“O-oh��”

“Wait,” Daisuke squinted his eyes at Takeru again, “Don’t tell me you…”

Like, I said… The mysterious and nefarious Ow the Edge appeared in front of them!!

“Oh ho ho ho… I’m Ow the Edge, the villain of this game…” Rui was… reading the paper normally?!

“Ow the Edge is Rui-kun??” Miyako exclaimed in confusion.

“Well… I’m--”

“You’re not taking it seriously enough…” Takeru sighed.

“Not enough…?”

“No offense but you’re reading and not acting, dagya.”

“Uh…”

“Yeah, you have to put some feelings on it!!” Patamon added.

“Hey guys, we shouldn’t go too harsh on Rui” Daisuke argued, “He’s still learning how to play!”

“True, I hate doing this but… Takeru-kun, can I simply give him an example?” Ken asked, politely and gently.

“Sure, you’re like a pro!” Takeru chuckled.

“Are you plannin’ to…” Daisuke raised an eyebrow.

Ken cleaned his throat and then…

“Huhu…HAHAHAHAHA, I’m the Digimon Kaiser, the one who controls the power of the darkness! I will dominate the Digital World and make you all OBEY me. CHERISH me. And LOVE me. Say, you dare to face me? HAH! Pathetic human beings, I’M THE PERFECT CHOSEN ONE! And ONLY ME can come here and PLAY this game!”

“Yeah, he just got overboard again…” Daisuke shrugged.

“Is he okay?” Rui was petrified by that 180º flip while the rest of the group was shaking their heads.

“Yeah, he got a little rusty since it had been like, 10 years since he was some edgelord throwing tantrums in the Digital World…” V-mon shrugged.

“Oh, that’s why Takaishi-kun said ‘like a pro’ when he asked permission to give an example…”

“R-rusty…??” Wormmon and Ken said, intrigued.

“I guess you unlearned how to be an edgelord, Ken…” Tailmon commented, shaking her head.

“I’m rusty…” Ken repeated it, quite disappointedly…

“Didn’t the Kaiser say ‘insects’ all the time?” Patamon mused.

“And he also used a whip,” V-mon added.

“He still uses the whip,” Wormmon and Hawkmon said out of the blue.

“Huh?” the others blinked. Ken and Miyako blushed awkwardly though.

“Are you sure this is the right hour to Talk about--” Daisuke squinted his eyes once again, this time at Ken, Wormmon, Miyako and Hawkmon.

“OKAY RUI-KUN” Takeru interrupted them quickly,  “YOU GOT YOUR CLASS OF ACTING SO GO AND UNLEASH THE EVIL IN YOU!!”

“A-alright… I guess I can try again” Rui nodded.

Then, Ow the Edge appeared in front of them, laughing maniacally and stomping his cane-staff on the ground!

“...OHOHOHO! I’m Ow the Edge, the great evil of the world! You peasants are stepping on my yard and you will regret it.”

He looked at Takeru, “Is it better…?”

“Yeah, a little better 👌” Takeru smiled.

“I’m rusty…” Ken was still sulking in the corner.

The warriors wielded their weapons, ready for an imminent clash--

“Hold on, I don’t think it’s right to fight him,” Daisuke interrupted them all.

“? Why not?” Hawkmon asked, “Isn’t he the source of all evil?”

“No, I’m the great evil, not the source of all evil” Rui said, deadpanned.

“Isn’t that the same thing!?” Patamon babbled.

“No?”

“I mean we can’t fight Rui, he’s our friend!” Daisuke argued back, “I can’t believe you did that to him, Takeru!”

“Daisuke, you're taking it too seriously now” Takeru chuckled nervously.

“No, you were just--”

“Or are you afraid of fighting me, Daisuke-kun?” Rui said it in a very seductive way with a smug smile.

“I… I don’t want to fight you, that’s all” Daisuke blushed and turned his face.

“Ok, I think he really got the spirit, dagya” Armadimon commented with the others, perplexed.

“Why not? You fought Ichijouji-kun in the past, didn’t you?” he scoffed.

“Yeah, but Ken was not our friend back in time!” Daisuke snorted, “So no, cut it out. I refuse to fight you!!”

“I guess you don’t care about your pathetic kingdom then,” Rui shrugged, “I’m the great evil, will you let your people perish only to spare me?”

“I’ll save you too then!” Daisuke stomped his foot on the floor.

“Where did I see this scene before…” Tailmon mused.

“Uh… It was when you confronted Ken-chan, I guess” Wormmon replied.

“So, will you accept defeat, Daisuke-kun?”

“No, I won’t!” Daisuke snapped, cupping Rui’s face “I will come after you no matter what you say, no matter what Takeru makes you do! You’re MY friend and I refuse to fight you!!”

“... W-what??” Rui blushed.

“HOLD ON!!” Miyako shouted, and interrupted their game.

“Daisuke, what’s wrong with you?” She looked at Daisuke, seriously, “This is just a game, a harmless game, no one is going to fight for real here!!”

“But I.. I… * ahem * I was also acting, yeah… Uh… yeah,” he immediately took his hands off Rui’s face, babbling.

Though Rui was… also blushing awkwardly.

“I guess someone is not into Hikari anymo--” V-mon had Daisuke covering his mouth again.

“Uh, what?” Hikari blinked.

“DON’T LISTEN TO V-MON HE’S… HE’S TOO TIRED FROM THE GAME, SO UH… I LEFT MY RAMEN ON THE STOVE, BYE!!” and he left the table, carrying V-mon.

“... Did I do something wrong?” Rui frowned.

“No, you just managed to beat Daisuke-kun without fighting him,” Takeru said awkwardly, “Don’t take it seriously.”

“Oh… Okay…?”

With the knight and his familiar out of the battle, Ow the Edge smirks and turns into the rest of the group and says:

“One down, Five left.”

“HOW CRUEL!!” Hikari screams, “HE WAS WILLING TO HELP YOU!”

“... You can touch me, really. I’m untouchable.”

“What do you mean?” Iori raised an eyebrow.

“... I’m cursed, remember? Great evil… We need an excuse for Daisuke-kun’s absence, sorry.”

“Ooh…” Armadimon exclaimed, “That’s clever.”

“We shouldn’t touch him then!” Hawkmon nodded.

“Alright,” Takeru said with a serious gaze, “if Daisuke is not here, the second-in-command is Ken-kun so--”

“... I’m rusty.”

Everyone looked at Ken, who was still sulking like a kid in the corner.

“Ichijouji-kun?” Miyako blinked, “What’s wrong?”

“You guys said I’m rusty… I don’t like to be the Digimon Kaiser anymore, but it’s still part of me… I created him and now I’m… I’m unable to be him even for a simple TTRPG sample!!”

“Y-you’re upset that you can’t do the Digimon Kaiser anymore!?” the five babbled, intrigued.

“... 💧” Rui blinked, still not sure what was going on.

“I guess we accidentally beat Ken,” Patamon shook his head.

“Two down…?” and yet Rui is still confused about this entire game.

“I think I need a break” Ken sighed, and then he and Wormmon left the table.

“Ah, wait…!” Miyako called him, but then she turned to the rest of the group, “I will calm him down and we will be back! Let’s go, Hawkmon!”

“Right, Miyako-san!”

Then Miyako and Hawkmon went after Ken and Wormmon. Rui frowned, he was thinking maybe he was just really bad at playing tabletop games…

Takeru sighed, “Well, I guess it’s only the four of us now… And our digimon partners, of course.”

“If you… want to stop I’m okay with it” Rui was feeling very awkward right now.

“Are you guys still up to it?”

“I’m curious about how it will end,” Iori mused.

“I don’t mind continuing it…” Hikari added.

“They might come back, didn’t they say it?” Armadimon asked, looking at the entrance of the apartment.

“Hmm… We’re at Daisuke’s house, so it would be odd if he just left” Tailmon replied with a shrug.

“I wonder where he went…” Patamon said, looking at Takeru.

“...”

With the couple down, our brave group was reduced into three members and their familiars. The heavy atmosphere of the heated battle against Ow the Edge and our heroes intensified second by second.

“I guess you can’t beat me.”

Said the great evil with a shrug. His cocky attitude and malicious grin were making the last hope of the Kingdom weaver, but FEAR NOT! The good guys had a trump card in their hands.

“Trump card??” Rui, Hikari, Iori and the digimon exclaimed, confused.

“Oh trust me, being an amateur writer means I need to make the story a little exciting.”

“But what’s that trump card, dagya?”

“It’s a secret.”

“WHAT!?”

“What does it supposed to mean!?” Hikari and Iori exclaimed.

“So… To be sure,” Rui approached them, “What happens if I beat you three? Do I win?”

“Technically yes,” Iori explained, “But this is an ongoing game, we have sessions and turns, so you could say you would win a turn or session.”

“The others can come back, can’t they?” He was worried about Daisuke and Ken’s reactions to that game though…

“Yup,” Patamon nodded, “They’re not dead in this game, unless the Game Master kicks them off the game.”

“Oh… So I didn’t kill them in-game…” he sighed in relief.

“Yeah, but don’t worry about that!” Tailmon smiled, “Takeru will find a way to add them again once they’re back.”

“But what is that trump card, dagya??” Armadimon pouted.

“It’s…”

“It’s…?”

“...”

“...?”

The aspiring writer and archer then summoned… A jar of sugar.

“A JAR OF SUGAR!?” Hikari exclaimed.

“Isn’t Rui-san…” Iori looked at Rui.

“Uh… Am I supposed to… do some dramatic reaction at the fact he got a jar of sugar?”

“Wait, I thought you hated sweets,” Patamon blinked.

“Yes, I do.. So… Uh… * ahem *”

“NO, MY ONLY WEAKNESS…!! SUGAR!!” He dramatically knelt on the floor, using the cane as support, “I’M DYING… NOOOO!!”

“We haven't used it yet” Takeru looked at him, deadpanned.

“Oh… Ok.”

The aspiring writer and archer then showed the jar to Ow the Edge, and with a firm tone of voice he threatened:

“We will end your days of evil with the HolyAngemon Sugar Brand! UNLESS!!”

“Wait, are you sparing me too??”

“No, I’m proposing a deal!”

“Ah, I see… You want something in return…”

“We won’t use the sugar if you stop threatening the kingdom,” Iori explained.

“Hmm…”

“You will undo the evil deeds you caused to us,” Patamon added.

“What evil deeds…?” Rui then took the paper and started checking the text, “Uhh… Fine, fine.”

“And you will turn all the sweets you turned into dust back to normal, dagya!”

“Wait… Did I go this far before…? 💧”

“No, Armadimon is just doing an ad-lib right now,” Tailmon shrugged.

“I suppose it’s because you don’t like sweets,” Hikari added, “You would turn them into dust.”

“... I might not like sweets but I have no problem with them,” Rui shrugged, “It’s just… I don’t like it that much…”

“Oh… I’m sorry” Armadimon bowed his head awkwardly.

“It’s okay, no hard feelings.”

And then the warriors stopped the great evil and everyone lived happily after.

“So we--”

“AH CRAP, I REALLY OVERCOOKED IT!!” They heard Daisuke’s voice from the kitchen.

“Daisuke, are you okay--” Takeru said and he and the others ran to the kitchen.

“Noooooooo… MY RAMEN!!” he dramatically cried.

“He really left his ramen on the stove…” Patamon commented.

“You thought we were joking!?” V-mon snapped, “It was our dinner!! For the night of games!!”

“Oh… Oh no” Armadimon sniffed, “Our dinner…”

“It’s okay everyone!!” They heard Miyako’s voice from the entrance of the apartment, “Our girl Miyako and her boyfriend had brought some dinner for us all!!”

“Miyako and Ken saved our dinner, dagya!!” Armadimon chirped.

“Hmm… Yeah, maybe we can eat ramen another day” Daisuke smiled, "Alright folks! Let’s clean the table and eat!”

“Alright!!” They all said together.

#digimon adventure 02 the beginning #motomiya daisuke #ohwada lui #ichijouji ken #inoue miyako #hida iori #takaishi takeru #yagami hikari #kenmiya #kenyako #dailui

[clumsiestgiantess]

Y’all remember when I asked you to choose which way I wanted to take the language barrier story (either a continuation or a prequel)?

Continuing with Ritchie and Mason seemed to be the one people were most interested in, so without further ado…

Part 3 of Takeover Scenario Future!

(part two here) (@goblinunderabridge, @entomolog-t, @microfoxprime, tagging y’all because you were the ones who wanted this to win!)

The first night with Mason was wild.  Once I was certain everyone else had gone to bed — even my sister, who kept checking up on me every twenty minutes — I made us a fort beneath my blankets.  He stared in awe at the covers high above him, grinning at me as if it was the coolest thing he’d ever seen.  It was kinda like a sleepover, only he’d be here every night.  I reminded myself to get an actual bed for him later.  Tonight he seemed perfectly content to stay right here with me.  “Wow! S’ti ekil a elohw sucric tnet rednu ereh!  Knaht uoy, niaga, rof lla fo siht.  I yltsenoh t’ndid kniht stnaig derac hguone tuoba su ot evig em gnihtemos yletomer ekil siht.  M’I dalg uoy dnuof em yadretsey.  Neve fi uoy did kaerb ym gel.”

“You’re welcome.. I think?”  I hadn’t understood much of it, but Julie had stuck it to me to learn ‘please’, ‘thank you’, and ‘you’re welcome’ in the survivors’ language.  I asked about learning ‘yes’ and ‘no’, which seemed important, but she shrugged and said that wasn’t really necessary considering nodding or shaking your head could easily replace those words in the basics of communication.  She added that thumbs up or thumbs down could also mean ‘good’ or ‘bad’.  We’d just started learning ‘sorry’ when I was called off to get to bed.

We stayed up a good portion of the night playing Super Smash Bros on my Switch.  Mason refused to sleep until he’d mastered the little controller.  Thankfully the single joycon they give you on the switch was just big enough to be a bit larger than keyboard size to him.  He was decent — clearly he’d played games like this back in his world.  The only thing stopping him from beating me was the fact that he had to use both hands to move the joystick.  I still let him win a few times.  He called me out on it for most of them, though.

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I was shaken awake by Mason.  He gestured around to the bed then to himself and I eventually realized he was asking for his own place to sleep.  Nodding tiredly, I helped him down off the bed to the floor.  He only needed a single pillow as a mattress and a small blanket as a whole comforter.  I’d just put away all my gaming stuff and slid into bed when he spoke.  “Ritchie?”  It was strange hearing him speak my name.  So much of what he said I didn’t understand.  

“Yeah?”  “Tha.. Thank…  Knaht uoy.”  Well, at least he was trying.  I wasn’t sure what he was thanking me for, either.  Maybe everything.  “Re- Re’uoy emoclew.”  Damn those contractions are hard to pronounce.  I peered over the edge of the bed at him.  He was sitting up on the pillow, grinning at me from below.  “Goodnight!” I called quietly, settling back into my bed.  “Thgindoog!”

Groggily sliding out of the covers the following morning, I nearly gave myself a heart attack.  I’d missed stepping on Mason by a mere few inches.  Thankfully, he was still asleep and hadn’t noticed.  Just as I returned from the bathroom, my mom hurriedly opened the door to my room.  I yelped, quickly coming up to the entrance to block her view of the little bed on the floor, and the small person sleeping soundly in it.  “H-Hey, Mom!  Why are you up so early?”  “What do you mean?” she asked me, “I have to drive you to school in twenty minutes!  I came to see if you were ready for breakfast.”  Her confusion turned to stern exasperation.  “Ritchie, don’t tell me you forgot.  You have six weeks of summer school, young man!  You better get up and get ready!”  “Alright, ok!  I’m up!  I’m getting ready!”  She sighed and closed my bedroom door.

Up until then, I’d forgotten about summer school.  Probably because it sucks.  At least it’s shorter than normal school.  I hurriedly readied myself in my room, stuffing things haphazardly into my backpack.  As I sat on the edge of my bed to yank on my socks, Mason stumbled blearily into the space, still half asleep.  “Tahw…  S’tahw gniog no?  Yhw era uoy pu os ylrae, edud?”

He grumbled something at me, then yawned.  “I have to go to stupid summer school,” I told him with a groan.  Mason stepped back slightly, giving me a slightly hurt look as if I’d grumbled at him.  I held up a hand, “No, no I’m not angry at you!  I’m angry at school, see?”  I picked up my backpack and placed it in front of me, zipping up the pocket I’d been stuffing things into.

Immediately upon seeing my backpack, Mason’s eyes dulled.  A knowing, almost disgusted look spread onto his face.  “Yeah,” I sighed unhappily, “school.”  Mason waved a hand at me dismissively and turned to go back to sleep, but froze in his tracks before he could reach the pillow.  Whirling back around, he ran across the room to me, excitedly talking nonstop.  “Woah!  Slow down!  I only know like.. five words in your language!  And you’re talking so fast I wouldn’t understand a single one!”

He stopped next to my backpack and yanked the zipper back open, pointing to himself then to the open bag.  “You’re kidding…  Why would you willingly go to school?”  Just like I’d been taught a few things by Julie, Elenor had also taught Mason several words in English.  ‘Why’ was one of them.  Mason stammered a moment.  “I tsuj.. tnaw ot og htiw uoy.  Ees erom tnaig secalp, I sseug.”  He stammered awkwardly, glancing away from me.  Whatever he just said, I understood ‘you’ and ‘giant’, and the fact that he was suddenly at a loss for words.  I didn’t know exactly what that meant, but I didn’t see why he couldn’t come.  It would probably make classes a bit less boring, even if Mason couldn’t exactly get out of my bag without being seen.  “Alright,” I nodded, “Let me just rearrange a few things in-”

“Ritchard?  Are you ready up there?”  I flinched, blood running cold.  “You have ten minutes to be in the car.”  Quickly grabbing Mason, I hastily slid him into my backpack — tucked between my binder and the side of the bag where the zipper was.  He gave me a wide-eyed look as I went to zip it up.  “I’m so sorry, man.  I just- my mom’s gonna kill me if I’m not ready.  Just.. try to make yourself comfortable in there, ok?”  Sliding a more gentle hand in, I settled him more comfortably so nothing was in danger of hurting him and especially his leg.  “Ok, gotta go.  I’ll see you at school, buddy.”

Zipping up my bag, I cautiously slung it over my shoulder and made my way downstairs.  Placing it on a chair at the table, I quickly snatched up some breakfast as my mom warned me again about being late.  While I finished eating, I felt a tug on my sleeve and glanced down.  A little arm had slid out of my bag, trying to get my attention.  It slid back inside once I noticed it, and Mason’s face peered through the gap where his arm had been.  He pointed to the table and mimed biting something.  “Oh yeah!” I whispered, “I can get you breakfast, one sec.”

While my mom went to put on shoes, I grabbed a bagel off the counter and slipped it into my bag beside him.  “All good?”  Mason gave me a thumbs up and I zipped everything up again.  Nothing too extraordinary happened on the way to school, but I made sure to treat my backpack with a bit more caution than I usually would.  With it on my lap, I could feel Mason shifting around inside, still trying to get comfortable.  Guiltily I remembered how hastily I put my things inside it.  Whenever I get to my locker I’ll have to rearrange it for him.

However, I didn’t realize that during summer school, you don’t get a locker.  You just bring your bag right to class — in front of about a dozen people.  I had no choice but to leave him there.  Class went by agonizingly slowly knowing there was someone else hidden right beside me in my backpack.  When lunch came and I headed to the cafeteria, I pretended I’d forgotten something and went back — secretly hoping to check up on the survivor.  But of course teachers just have to eat in their room.  Defeated, I trudged back down the hall to get lunch.  At least I could bring Mason something to eat whenever I returned.

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea bringing him with me.  His presence was only making me more anxious.  Thankfully, I managed to wrap up some of the school’s meatloaf — which was really just random meats stuffed suspiciously together — and returned to class.  It would probably leave a huge mess in my bag, but at least my secret friend would have something to eat.

Actually, he might not even have that.  Mason was gone.  The zipper to my bag was open wide when I arrived.  I cursed under my breath, carefully rummaging through everything in my backpack.  The only sign of him was a partially-eaten bagel and the little empty place he’d constructed for himself.  Desperately, I wanted to call out to him, but I could only sit quietly at my desk, glancing accusedly at the people around me.  Did someone steal him?  Who would’ve gone through my stuff to find him?!

I dreaded it the whole time, but as the end of the school day arrived and the bell rang, I sat at my seat and attentively watched everyone’s bags and hoodies to see if anything could hint at a survivor stashed away inside.  Once I became the last in the classroom, I began peering around the floor.  “Ritchie, is there something you need help with?”  I jumped as the teacher eyed me confusedly from across the room.  “I- I think I lost something,” I said numbly, “but I can’t find it.”  She let me stay for a bit longer, but eventually even she had to leave, and I was left standing alone in the school.

By then my bus had long left.  I was stranded, but not so much as Mason might be, so I kept searching.  “Mason!” I whisper-yelled through the empty halls, “Where are you?!”  My phone started ringing, making me jump as I slunk around.  I glanced at the caller ID and paled.  It was my sister.  My mother was still at work, but my sister was at home, waiting to see whether I’d come back from school.  “Shit!  I can’t let her know about Mason!  She won’t let him stay with me if she finds out I lost him on the first day!”  

Up ahead, I heard the sounds of a custodian in the next hall and quieted my voice.  I peeked out from the corner, planning to make a quick dash past the hallway’s opening while he wasn’t looking.  He seemed distracted enough, so I angled myself to make a run for it, but froze as a shout echoed down the hall, followed by a loud slam.  A survivor scrambled to their feet and ran for the end of the hallway, followed by the custodian with an empty bucket.  I watched in horror as Mason was roughly scooped up into it.  

With a huff, they walked around to the end of the hallway, and tossed the bucket’s contents outside.  Oh thank god, he’s just letting him out.  I raced away down a different hallway and out the side door.  My side ached by the time I got to the door where Mason had been tossed out of.  He was there!  He was.. helping someone up?  I stopped in my tracks.  Mason helped another survivor to their feet.  This new survivor was the first to spot me watching them, and upon realizing I was there, he started screaming — dashing away into a nearby bush and tugging Mason along.

“Wait!  Mason!” I yelped, rushing forward.  The survivor skidded to a halt, letting the other continue hiding.  “Ritchie!”  I fell to my knees at the sound of the relief in his voice.  He ran up to me, scrambling up my bent legs like a ramp before hugging my chest tightly.  In that way, I could feel both of our heartbeats pounding in our chests.  We sat together like that for a while before my phone rang again, startling us both.  Mason stood practically glued to my side as I hesitantly picked up the call.  

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, RITCHIE?!  I KNOW YOU TOOK MASON BECAUSE HE’S DEFINITELY NOT HERE!”  Oh.  “YOU BETTER NOT HAVE GOTTEN HIM KILLED!”  “N-No!  He’s fine!  He’s right here!  He wanted to come to school with me!”  “He wanted to, or you wanted him to?” she asked.  “He wanted to!  You can ask him yourself!”  “Mhm,” she grumbled disbelievingly.

“Anyway, can you come pick me up?  I’m still at school; I missed the bus.”  A groan rumbled out of the speaker.  “Alright, I’m coming.”  The call ended.  I breathed a sigh of relief and glanced back down at my survivor friend.  “What happened?” I asked Mason, opening my bag and pointing to the empty spot where he’d sat earlier.  “Where did you go?”  “I was taht yug!” he told me, pointing to the bush where the other survivor was hidden. “Eh saw gnilaets sgniht morf eht moorssalc eht tnemom eht rehcaet deppets yawa, os I-”

Mason stopped, recognizing the growing confusion in my eyes.  I didn’t understand him.  If only I could just, like, watch a video or something and understand his language.  He sighed, also clearly wanting me to understand him as well.  Never in my life have I wanted to actually learn something language-related until now.  It’s.. kinda the reason I’m in summer school in the first place.

Stepping a little ways in front of me, the survivor motioned for me to follow him.  We made our way back to the bushes in the exact opposite way as the day I found him — with him in the lead and me cautiously following.  When I neared the bush, the other survivor whimpered something to Mason.  I could see him cowering deeper and further away from me.  Mason briefly began to speak, then his eyes lit up with an idea.  He raced over to the dirt, broke a small stick off the bush, and began to draw.  

When he was finished, I slowly peered down at it.  The drawing showed a sad little stick figure behind the bars of a cage, then Mason pointed at the other survivor.  “Ohhh,” I realized, him nodding along with me.  “Eh saw dnuof yb a tnaig dik,” he explained, drawing a larger stick figure with a mean face standing beside it.  “Adnik ekil woh uoy dnuof em, tub eht tnaig ohw dnuof mih saw.. a tol esrow.”

I watched as he gently coaxed the other survivor to come out.  He stepped up to the very edge of the bush, but stayed beneath it.  The little guy looked awful — much more like the wild survivors I’d seen before I met Mason.  His eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with purpled bags beneath them, and everywhere on him were the telltale signs of either bruises or starvation.  He looked older than us, but I couldn't tell if he was actually older, or if his awful tortured state made him look that way.  It was probably both.

“Wh- Who would do this?” I asked quietly.  Mason rubbed away parts drawing to show the survivor escaping a backpack.  He’d been living in the school since his escape.  But today was the first day of summer school.  He would’ve had to have just escaped today!

Shocked, I looked to Mason as he stopped drawing.  His expression darkened for a moment, then he turned and looked up at me — not with an accusing ‘you might’ve done this to me, too’, but a thankful ‘you might’ve done this to me, too’, only I hadn’t.  I’d hurt him by frightening him, but I’d never intended to do anything that would make him look like this new survivor.

With a shaking hand he reached for me, leaning more heavily on his good leg.  I gently took his hand and sat him in my other palm.  The new survivor physically flinched at our interaction, as if I were touching him instead.  I brought Mason to my face and scrutinized him for a moment.  “Are you.. thgirla?” I asked, remembering only one of the words I meant to ask him.  He pressed a bit closer to my hand, but nodded.  If I was so horrified by seeing the poor state of the new survivor that I’d previously grown used to seeing, I could only imagine how Mason must’ve felt finding him — how he must’ve felt when the survivor told him that a ‘giant’ my age in my school had done that to him.

He squeezed my finger as if to say he knew I wouldn’t have done that sort of awful thing, then turned to the other survivor.  “Ees?  S’eh a yldneirf eno, I raews!  Eh nac teg su tuo fo ereh ot erehwemos efas!”  “Dna woh gnol evah uoy nwonk mih?”  He seemed to have said something either really smart or really scary because his reply quieted Mason for a moment.  

“I- I t’nevah nwonk mih gnol, tub I wonk s’eh doog!  Sih retsis-”  “Won s’ereht a retsis?”  “Ehs swonk ruo egaugnal!  S’ehs neeb sdneirf htiw a namuh rof sraey!  I t’ndid tsurt siht tnaig ta tsrif rehtie, tub ehs detalsnart rof em; eh sdnatsrednu.. emos sgniht tuoba su.  Eht tnatropmi sgniht!  Dna s’eh gnoig ot nrael erom!”

The two survivors almost sounded like they were arguing, but I think Mason was just trying to explain to the other guy that I wasn’t going to hurt him.  Damn, why did ‘I’m not going to hurt you’ have be part of today’s useful phrases to learn instead of yesterday’s?  After a back and forth that went on for several minutes.  Mason said something decisive.  Moments later, the new survivor begrudgingly slid out from beneath the bush.  

After some half-arguing, he approached me with his head down as if he were being marched to his doom.  I slowly lowered my other hand for him to climb onto.  Tucking Mason against my chest — which he didn’t seem to mind — I was able to keep a steady both hands on him to ensure he would have as comfortable a ride as possible.  Still, the survivor struggled slightly in my grasp — repositioning himself every few seconds while frightfully glancing back at me.

I made it to the pickup line where Julie’s car was already sitting.  A jolt of guilty fear zipped through my chest, but I braced myself for her yelling and headed over.  Sacrificing my hand that held the new survivor’s back, I opened the car door.  Julie was on the verge of yelling at me, but then she realized the survivor in my hands wasn’t Mason.  Then she realized I was carrying two survivors.

“Where did you-?”  “Mason found him in school.  He said that this guy was caged up by another kid.”  Julie gave the new survivor a pitying look — anger rapidly fading from her expression.  “By the state of him, I wouldn’t doubt it.  Come on, get in.”  I deposited both survivors onto the dashboard so I could get my backpack off and my seatbelt on before reaching out and picking them up again.  The new survivor struggled in my grip, but Mason slid down to happily sit on my lap.  He called up to the guy in my hands and his struggles slowly lessened.

“S’tahw ruoy eman?” Julie asked the survivor in his own language.  He turned to her, wide-eyed.  “T- Tahw?” he asked.  She repeated what she said, nodding to him.  “Ym eman.. si Sirhc.”  “Sirhc,” she repeated, “Ll’uoy eb efas htiw su, I esimorp.  Revetahw deneppah ot uoy erofeb, s’ti revo won.”  The survivor stilled in my hand, and stayed fairly quiet for the whole ride back, except for occasional questions he’d ask Mason or Julie.  Again I had that sense of not belonging.  Everyone in the car had either asked or answered questions throughout the drive, while I sat in silence — only able to guess at what was said.

Back at home, Julie took the new survivor off to the kitchen to get him something healthy to eat and drink.  On my way to my room with Mason, she asked me to tell Elenor what was going on.  I poked my head into the seemingly empty room across the hall from mine.  “Elenor?”  The survivor appeared from behind my sister’s bed.  “What is it?” she snapped.  “Julie wanted me to tell you that we found another survivor.  He was in my school escaping from a kid that had caught him.”  She sighed, said something under her breath in her own language, then nodded and waved a hand dismissively at me.

In my own room, I finally put Mason back down.  He stepped out of my hand to the surface of my desk.  I gave him a long look, then sat down tiredly, head resting on my crossed arms.  “I want to know what everyone’s saying,” I told him quietly, “But I barely know any words in your language, and I’m even worse at pronouncing them.”  Mason came and sat down directly in front of my arms, scrutinizing me with concern.  “English,” I tried, pointing to myself, “you?”  I pointed to Mason.  “Hsilgne,” he replied.  “Hs.. ill.. gn-e?” I repeated questioningly.  We spent a while repeating the word for his language back and forth, then Mason eagerly grabbed a pencil and tugged a piece of paper closer.  In his hands, both items looked massive.

He tried to write something, but kept fumbling with the pencil.  “Hold on,” I said, opening a drawer and digging through it.  “I put a pencil through a sharpener for a bit too long…  Aha!”  I pulled out a very used wooden pencil — the tip ground down all the way to the edge of the eraser.  It still looked thick around in Mason’s hands, but it was small enough that he could use it much easier.  Mason wrote down a word in his language, then pointed to the last letter.  Looking up at me, he nodded towards the larger pencil.  “You want me to write?” I asked, picking it up.  He nodded, made room next to his word on the paper, and pointed to its last letter again.

Confused, but intrigued, I wrote the letter he pointed to: ‘h’.  He went down the strange word, pointing to each letter from the end of the word to the beginning.  ‘h’, ‘e’, ‘l’, ‘l’, ‘o’.  Wait.. what?  I looked at the word I wrote then at the one he wrote in his language.  “Hello?” I tried.  “Olleh!” Mason replied happily, pointing to the papers.  “Wow!  Ronele t’nsaw gniyl; ti yllaer si sdrawkcab,” he mused to himself.

Excitedly, I wrote a word in my language, then pointed to the last letter.  Mason immediately got to work copying it down.  Soon we began learning how to properly talk to one another without having to mime everything.  Through the paper, he told me what had happened without me at school while I occasionally repeated larger or important words I wanted to commit to memory.  I learned that Mason had heard the new survivor — his name was Chris — trying to gather some supplies from the room to try to hole up in the school for a while.  He’d escaped whatever awful kid had taken him by breaking out of the plastic lunchbox they’d kept him in — continuing to kick the latch until the cheap plastic snapped open.  

When Mason climbed out of my bag and made his way over to him, Chris had thought he was also escaping.  However, after learning that he’d befriended a ‘giant’, Chris had begged Mason so vehemently to run away, and tried to convince him that he wasn’t safe, that the teacher in the room nearly found them and they both had to run and hide outside the classroom.  From there, Mason had to chase down the other survivor to try to convince him to come with me.  

Of course, they both ended up getting lost.  After the last bell had rung, Mason feared that I’d left him behind.  He’d begun to have second thoughts about chasing Chris when the custodian found them both and kicked them out.  I knew the rest of the story from there.  “Era uoy thgirla?” I asked him after he’d finished relaying what happened.  I’d asked him that before, but I wanted to flaunt my knowledge of his language a bit.  Mason nodded happily, flopping down on my crossed forearms.  

“Haey, m’I tsuj dalg I tog tuo fo ereht dna kcab ot uoy wohemos.  I saw gnitrats ot daerd taht d’I eb gnivil ni eht sehsub niaga…” Despite my efforts to learn, I still couldn’t quite decipher full verbal sentences yet.  Instead, I tried to cheer him up by laying my head back down over my arms, jokingly resting it on top of him.  He laughed loudly, shoving at my chin.  “Yeh!  Pleh! M’I gnieb dehsums!” he yelped.  

The rest of the day passed more easily.  I grudgingly did homework, then went to check up on the other survivor before I got ready for bed.  He’d decided to stay with Julie, which.. fair.  She can actually understand and speak their language.  Apparently, he had a colony of people that he’d been taken from that he wanted to get back to.  Julie had promised him she’d take him early the next day after a safe night’s rest, and ONLY if he agreed to take armfuls of supplies with him to his camp.

Laying down roughly in bed, I snickered as I watched Mason get launched a good five inches into the air.  I didn’t realize it would do that to him until a split second before I hit the mattress.  He shook himself off eagerly and pointed at my Switch laying beside my bed.  I shook my head “Worromot.  I ev- ah ot peels.”  Mason gave me a slightly disappointed look, but nodded, understanding I’d have to get up early again tomorrow.  By the time I was finished getting ready for the following day, Mason was tucked away in his tiny bed, fast asleep.

#Don’t worry I’m working on the prequel too #that one’s gonna have a lot more angst to it because… well.. she got hit by a car and lost a limb #kind of a no-brainer lol #hope you enjoyed the continuation! #the boys are besties now :) #g/t #giant/tiny

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Li Yunxiang Romance Headcanons

Li Yunxiang:

CUDDLE BUG- Contrary to popular belief, Li Yunxiang is an absolute cuddle bug. He loves to snuggle and cuddle and be all up on ya’. He’s lowkey also a bit of a chubby chaser- yes, this is true, no, I don’t care what Su looks like.

LOVE LANGUAGE(S): ACTS OF SERVICE/PHYSICAL TOUCH- Yunxiang expresses his love easiest through performing actions. He’ll never mind running errands for you, carrying heavy things for you and one of his favorite ways to pamper you which combines both his primary love languages is massages. (He’s very skilled with his hands and delivers great massages.) 

REASSURANCE- Yunxiang, despite what one may initially think, needs more than a little reassurance and words of affirmation in his relationship. He worries that you might see him as immature and irresponsible, regardless of how much he works towards being and frankly is the opposite of those things. It’s mostly residual from dealing with his father. Don’t worry though, just a few encouraging words from you on those days when he’s feeling more self-conscious than usual will have him right as rain. 

FUN- Yunxiang loves to have fun with you! He’ll always plan the most exciting dates and outings, whether that be spending the day at an amusement park or just going out for a joyride on his motorcycle. But don’t worry, if you’re like me and don’t particularly find a thrill in things like that, Yunxiang is more than flexible and very accommodating, and can adjust to your date preferences easily. 

COMMUNICATION- Yunxiang is very communicative. Maybe not the most open, but when you ask him something, he tries his best to give thoughtful, coherent answers, especially if you’re bringing up a grievance you may have in your relationship. He’s still a little hot headed, but as he ages and matures, he becomes much better at listening, and being receptive most importantly. 

Here’s just a little taste for Li Li. 🙂 To the person who requested these almost 2 years ago, @dandallianpoet, I am so sorry these took me so long hun. 😭 Thank you so much  for your patience. 🥹 I hope these brighten your day or make your night, whichever applies to when you see this.

There’ll be more for him and Bing Bong in the future. In the meantime, I hope y’all enjoy! 👋🏾

#li yunxiang #ne zha #new gods nezha reborn #ne zha reborn

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Italy!Harry x influencer!OC

Authors Note: Hey guys! I’m posting this semi-series purely for my enjoyment. A very long time ago @reveriehs and I briefly communicated through asks about Italy/Italy!Harry and it inspired me. I decided to make this an OC “series” because I fell in love with a name I saw. Plus, I’m making this mainly for myself. I’m posting because I just figured some might enjoy it!! This will mainly be medium-long social media blurbs, occasionally written posts, but no full chapters. In this universe there is no covid, none of Harry’s shows were canceled.

Face Claim: Amaka Hamelijnck

Warnings: swearing, google translated norwegian, annoying fan comments, ridiculous (fake) IG usernames

Milan Fashion Week, February 2020

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deziiisule Tusen takk @alessandro_michele for allowing me to be apart of your show. It’s something that I will forever hold dear to my heart. I can’t begin to explain how much this opportunity meant to me. Takk, takk, takk. 💕 Tagged: alessandro_michele and gucci

alessandro_michele a beautiful human being ✨🖤

anna.distad THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND

arna_olsen she's an icon, she's a legend and she is the moment

mammasule My love 👩‍👧

↳ lota.sule MOM YOU HAVE TWO CHILDREN AND A HUSBAND

↳ mammasule unnskyld 👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 (sorry)

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Love on Tour: April 15, 2020

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anna.distad This is the clearest photo we got from the h.s concert last night. The rest are blurry from excitement. Tagged: deziiisule

deziiisule Thank you for tagging along with me <3 I had an absolute blast

lota.sule Jeg kan ikke tro at dere gikk uten meg (I can't believe you guys went without me)

↳ deziiisule elsker deg (love you)

↳ lota.sule Whatever 🙄

jules_vanser Anna your hat is amazing 😩

↳ anna.distad takk 💅🏻🤍

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Spotted: April 16, 2020

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DailyHSNews Harry spotted at local coffee shop on 4.16.2020, the day after his Birmingham show.

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jediharry I mean… when you zoom out of the picture there are other people there??? It’s just that they’re sitting next to each other.

sraj0nes Wait she looks cute 🥺

rowlandfan01 It’s a cropped photo 😭😭 you guys try to make something out of nothing

hrrysgrl The way he looks at her. 😭😭🥹

↳ dumwitch GAGSJFBFD YOU CANT EVEN SEE HIS FACE WHAT???

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Instagram post, September 29, 2020

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DailyHSNews Interesting news today, Harry’s following count just went up by two! He’s recently followed the creative influencer duo of sisters Lota (left) and Deziri (right). Only connection that can be made is that Deziri has been in previous Gucci campaigns. Leave your thoughts in the comments!

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styleshappiness I don’t have much to add other than isn’t it a little weird that people know when the amount of people he’s following goes up?

↳ liveloveharry I was thinking the same thing. It’s a little sus

allthatmatters they’re both so pretty what the fuuuu-

user01 ugh, if it’s anything it’s probably a fling and nothing serious. Let’s be real.

username Why do I think they’d actually look so cute together 🫣

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Instagram post, October 5, 2020

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DeuxmoiReposts taken from @deuxmoi instagram stories 10.5.2020

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stylussy i am interested 👀

goldengirlhrry Is this talking about who I think it’s talking about?

↳ ibfagent y’all are really believing this shit??

sarryhtyles I saw a post via @DailyHSNews talking about Harry following some influencers. It could be one of them?

↳ mi6 it’s Deziri. her current posts are all tagged in Italy but her sister’s are still tagged in Norway

user007 How do they even know each other??

↳ rb1984 she did some gucci stuff earlier this year. alessandro follows her and commented on a couple of her photos and we all know Harry and alessandro are close

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Instagram post, October 10, 2020

Location: Tuscany, Italy

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deziiisule I’d very much like to stay here ☀️ 🇮🇹

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lota.sule Kan du komme tilbake (please come back)

↳ deziiisule Soon… unfortunately 🙄

arna_olsen You’re GLOWING

hrryfan tell harry i love him

harryswhore are you wearing his shirt?

harrietharry me @ harry 🎶that should be me, holding your hand, that should be me…🎶

hsfan24 can you tell him to get me concert tickets?

adoreuclub you’re just using him for fame

hisgoldengirl is this the girl who was seen with Harry?

harryyyyys She’s totally posting this to hint at him

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Instagram post, October 10, 2020

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DailyHSNews Fans were quick to point out that a button up shirt Deziri was wearing in a new Instagram post looked awfully similar to the one Harry was spotted in while filming the Golden music video. She’s since deleted the photo for unknown reasons.

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fann76 “unknown reasons” as if there weren’t people spamming her comment section??? 🙄

dezisdesk So what if it’s his shirt?

harryshq why is this detective work that fans have been doing kind fun to watch?

fandomcentral I’m not one to speculate but goddamn do those look identical

hsqh Why do I want them together 🫡

hsfan2001 I disagree. It’s totally some pr stunt. Her deleting the photo was probably part of it 🤢

↳ year3000 a pr stunt… really? If that’s the case what’s she trying to promote???

jobros15 There’s a piece of you in how I dress 😭🫠

fedupfan You’re really going to post this after y’all harassed her so much that she disabled the comments and THEN deleted the post

idkwhattoqueue I don’t like her 🫥

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles headcanon #harry styles imagines #harry styles fic rec #harry styles x influencer #harry styles oc #harry styles x oc #harry styles x famous!reader #harry styles fake social media #harry styles smau #harry styles fake instagram #harry styles writing #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fic #harry's house

[waitmyturtles]

I am hardcore traveling at the moment, and my watch schedule has gotten all kinds of messed up (I still haven’t watched the latest episode of Be My Favorite, EGADS), but anyway, I have thoughts about another show on my mind at the moment: I didn’t have Wi-Fi on this ultra-long flight I took last night, so I could NOT live-blog the FIVE EPISODES I was able to slam out of Manner of Death for the OGMMTVC. And I was DYING because all y’all and I know that this is SUCH A LIVE-BLOGGABLE SHOW, AAAAHHH!!!, so let me just see if I can remember everything I wanted to write about in my travel haze that I usually live-blog during my very late hours (I’m caught up to episode 10):

- Bun and Tan: PRIORITIZE THE SEX *BEFORE* CHECKING THE LAPTOP Y’ALL STOLE FROM THAT CAR YOU SMASHED, obvi

- I KNEW Inspector M would come around

- Um, REALLY LOVED the elder uncle looks that Inspector M was giving Bun and Tan in the safe house after the fake shooting, lol

- So are That and Sorawit a side couple?! SMART MOVE for a not-BL

- KIND OF OBSESSED with the lovey music during Bun and Tan’s romantic scenes, like — this show hasn’t forgotten its roots, whatever those roots are (BLs? CSI?)

- I kinda think Rungtiva is somehow involved in the whole crime ring. She can take in a whole bunch of trafficked women? AND ask why they need to leave her place afterwards? A little sus. I hope I’m wrong, because I love her outfits

- Speaking of outfits, I like how MoD is quietly repping rural Thailand. I LOVE shows set in the country or outside of Bangkok — ATOTS, MLC, The Promise (not the show, just the setting, ha), ITSAY, the parts of BBS in the eco-village. Even Dew the Movie was revealing by way of setting. I really appreciate seeing clothing more akin to ethnic Thai clothing choices — reminds me of watching Indian movies and shows

- There is a SURPRISING amount of food in this show, for which I am very grateful, and

- Just, MaxTul. Love them. So my read right now (without having finished the show yet) is that I think Max is the better actor. When I was looking up Viangpha Mork, I came across a Reddit post on MoD that commented on Tul having this tic where he kinda takes a half a breath and looks up before saying his lines, which made me lol a bit, and doesn’t really bother me, but it’s like, he *does* need a second before he says anything, and I’m not sure it’s intentional for Bun. But I’m not complaining, I just think it’s funny that I saw that about him. Max, on the other hand — he’s GREAT, and I think they’re both so much improved from Together With Me.

- Oh, one more point. Bun and Tan: CLEARLY INVINCIBLE. Too many injuries to count!

I am TOTALLY into this show. Going from ITSAY to YYY to MoD has been a damn SWING, but a fun one, and it’s just extremely cool to watch a show where a romance aspect is not necessarily the center of the show. More on this analysis in my write-up, but like 3 Will Be Free, queerness here is inclusionary, and not the central point of the plot. I just love the structure, and ABSOLUTELY see how it precedes KinnPorsche. More soon as I finish it out over the next few nights.

#manner of death #maxtul #ogmmtvc

[beardedmrbean]

Oooh a another black media thing I’m going to loathe

https://x.com/copicsquiddo/status/1779351205728153939?s=46

And y’all excited for Yasuke in red

Also the Huey freeman comparison

The thing is that Huey is named after a black panther party

And he radical but toned down

Also the ititis thing the girl referenced, ooooh shitty good times writers

THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A METAPHOR OF THE CRACK EPIDEMIC AS THE FAT WHITE GUY IN BOONDOCKS WAS A STAND IN FOR REGEAN

Also another gag was that black peoples complain white people be killing us…why we eat some of the most unhealthy shit possibly as well

Getting better, my depress ass unfortunately gave my ass diabetes

Also I learn that Boondocks creator got kicked out of the entertainment industry which explains season 4 of boondocks

https://x.com/copicsquiddo/status/1779385348277100948?s=46

But here running gag, you guys complain how white people and the government attack us…while keeping in the crab in the bucket mentality where you guys cling onto the godforsaken projects and inner city culture?

Tbh I think Asians became enemy #1 because despite them (especially the Koreans, Japanese, and Vietnamese) having a lot of significant discrimination especially with the culture shock/clashes we had with them. They are able to thrive in America

But blacks are still fucked in a post Obama world?

There a reason why plenty of whites (and blacks) like me avoid modern black media

Also the Huey freeman comparison The thing is that Huey is named after a black panther party And he radical but toned down

Huey was a drag at times, but he was also a great vehicle for driving points home as a result of that.

Flipping out on the community for letting r kelly slide is one of my fav moments.

Also the ititis thing the girl referenced, ooooh shitty good times writers THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A METAPHOR OF THE CRACK EPIDEMIC AS THE FAT WHITE GUY IN BOONDOCKS WAS A STAND IN FOR REGEAN

That I did not know, but I never watched the show so that's my excuse there.

Also another gag was that black peoples complain white people be killing us…why we eat some of the most unhealthy shit possibly as well Getting better, my depress ass unfortunately gave my ass diabetes

Like I said, vehicle for uncomfortable truths.

Also I learn that Boondocks creator got kicked out of the entertainment industry which explains season 4 of boondocks

Did not know that one either, on top of the smugness if you complain about the issues with some of these shows you get called racist or if you're black 'anti black' or any of a multitude of other insults that add up to you being called white.

But here running gag, you guys complain how white people and the government attack us…while keeping in the crab in the bucket mentality where you guys cling onto the godforsaken projects and inner city culture?

Ya, be why one of my pet peeves is the whole you'll need to work 3 times as hard as these other people to attain their level of success, it's self defeating and just serve to make people not try.

Tbh I think Asians became enemy #1 because despite them (especially the Koreans, Japanese, and Vietnamese) having a lot of significant discrimination especially with the culture shock/clashes we had with them. They are able to thrive in America

They kept pushing on even if there was discrimination, be one of the reasons as a demographic they're doing as well in the US as they are at least.

But blacks are still fucked in a post Obama world? There a reason why plenty of whites (and blacks) like me avoid modern black media

I avoid it because I don't like being blamed for problems I had nothing to do with and that's what a lot of it boils down to these days.

It gets really old really fast and the constant push has finally gone far enough to generate a response, which would be why if you look around different programs that benefit specific demographics are getting sued for violating the civil rights act.

Federal program for farmers that pretty much excluded white people got sued and some scholarship programs got the same treatment, bunch of other stuff too.

A lot of these things have been round for a while and nobody bothered with them till someone got fed up and decided to actually do something.

#zoomer huey anon