#//but i guess that gives me free rein to do whatever i want
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Sharpen The Heel Of Your Boot
just dirty filthy smut
warnings: hard dom!alex, sub!reader, smut, pwp, choking, degrading, inappropriate use of footwear
word count: 3.8k
you and alex had quite an interesting relationship, to say the least. for an outsider you probably would’ve been considered freaks of some sort if they knew what went down in your bedroom, but you loved how things were between you two.
you’d given him free rein over you, and that meant absolutely everything. anything he wanted to do to you, he could, whatever he wanted from you, you’d oblige, nothing was off limits unless you told him so beforehand.
this time he came home mad for some reason. he’d called you on his way, telling you to get ready and wait for him all prepped, but you started doing something else and completely forgot. by the time you remembered what he asked of you he was already stepping inside the house.
you freaked, knowing that disobeying him would bring on a punishment of some sorts, and he was already mad in the first place, but you also got excited as to what he would come up with, already feeling more aroused by the second just thinking of it.
you walked down the stairs to see him sitting in the living room on the big chair with a glass half full of some liquor in hand. he didn’t even bother to look at you although you knew he noticed your presence in the room.
“why weren’t you waiting for me?” he asked, his tone cold and mean, he was in that mood.
“i forgot alex, i’m sorry…”
“nuh uh. it’s ‘sir’ for you, just to be clear, and ‘i forgot’ is no excuse now, is it? huh? now tell me, are you just dumb or did you do it on purpose?” he growled. you didn’t even know what to say, knowing it wouldn’t make a difference.
“i guess you’re just thick…can’t even answer me a simple question.” he spit back at you, and you heard him utter ‘useless’ under his breath. “bring the box.” he ordered.
‘the box’ was where you kept most of your play stuff, from nipple clamps, to the classic handcuffs and diverse toys for the both of you.
you did as he said, running upstairs into your bedroom to get it and once you got back to him he waved you over to give it to him.
“sit.” he spoke, still not looking at you, not even for a second, too focused on the amber liquid in the glass. in reality he just didn’t want to give you any satisfaction by giving you attention. you went to sit on the sofa adjacent to him but immediately he tutted and snapped his fingers before pointing with his index “on the floor. and strip.”
“yes sir.” you replied, playing into his little game, loving every second of it, of having to obey his every wish and command.
you stripped off all your clothes except for the lace panties you had on, white this time. you always made sure to wear nice underwear no matter the occasion. he spoiled you with it, more for his own viewing pleasure than anything else.
you sat down on your knees in front of him, waiting for him to speak up, or just do anything.
he finally looked at you, taking in the sight of you so exposed, in stark contrast with him, suit on and he didn’t even stop to take his shoes off. he looked pristine.
“at least you’ve got a good looking pair of tits…and a pretty face. can’t fucking wait to ruin it.” by now he started to palm himself over his trousers and you would give anything to be able to touch him instead, to take his cock into your mouth and choke on it just because he loved how you let him use your throat like a fucking toy. “turn around.” he muttered, immediately followed by your quick move.
you could hear him fiddling with the stuff in the box until the noise stopped and you were aching to find what he’d picked out.
he moved your hair over to one shoulder and lowered himself so his face was at the same level as yours. you could feel goosebumps rising on your skin as his hot breath tickled the side of your face, and even though you couldn’t see him, not risking turning around to look at him, you could feel his striking gaze on you. it was burning, as if he could see straight into your soul and control it from the inside.
“you gonna be a good girl yeah? don’t want any complaining or whining from you today.”
you simply nodded as a response, figuring it would be the best not to speak up if he didn’t ask for that. and you were right, getting a praise from him.
“good, you can listen at least.” well, kind of a praise, he could sound mean at times but you loved hearing him degrade you so much, to a dumb hole for him to fuck. he would be sweet in other instances, just not when it was time to play.
the next thing you knew, you felt something cold being wrapped around your throat, and you knew instantly what it was. the chain collar he got you recently, and you didn’t yet get a chance to try it out. looks like the time has come. it was one of those that got tighter when you pulled on it, and boy was he going to get the most of that. he attached the matching chain leash at the front and pulled on it slightly just to tease you. although the thing you loved most around your throat were his hands, this was nice too, still being controlled by him, and the tightening feeling, that slight lightheadedness, always helped you get off.
he pulled you backwards, closer to him and with his harsh movement you somehow ended up sitting on top of one of his feet, your panties shifting to the side, your wet cunt sliding over his shiny patent leather boots, leaving strings of arousal over the once perfectly polished material. he quickly noticed and pulled you to sit on his knee for a moment, sticking his foot out for you to see the mess you made.
“didn’t even do anything yet and you’re already wet? look how messy you are…clean them up now you bitch, ‘s your fucking mess.”
he pushed you back down, on your knees in front of him like a fucking dog, down on all fours crawling on the floor. you stood still for a second, just looking at him for even an once of affection or something but he wasn’t going to give it to you. you bent your head down, keeping your eyes on him, and he was watching your every move. you licked a stripe up the tip on his boot, tasting yourself on them. it was an odd feeling to say the least, but seeing him grab his cock over his trousers, squeezing tighter, the sight in front of him clearly turning him on, was enough to make you even needier and you couldn’t stop your hand from sliding in between your legs, under your panties, to rub your clit, seeking any little bit of relief you could. he let out a low grunt when he noticed you started touching yourself as well, but quickly reminded himself of his role here.
he pushed you off him, the heel of his boot digging into your bare chest, leaving you with your back pressed against the sofa. he didn’t say anything but decided to just try what he wanted to, just to see your reaction, to test how truly desperate you were. he slid his foot lower, and you subconsciously spread your legs wider for him, but you weren’t prepared for how good it would feel to have the sharp heel of his boot rubbing over your clothed cunt, the friction from the lace giving just the perfect stimulation to your aching clit.
“oh don’t tell me that gets you off ” but his statement was confirmed by your whimpers and moans as he kept the same motion. “you’re filthy, a dirty little slut…my slut.” he let out, he was enjoying this just as much as you were, if not more. whilst his eyes were locked on the spot between your widespread legs, you were watching him rubbing his tip over his pants with his thumb, slow but precise movements. knowing he could make you feel that good from just that was turning him on even more, the way you were so desperate for him that you would take anything he gave you.
hmm…would you take…anything? now that he had the thought in his head he could not let it go, he had to try it.
“turn around, ass up now.”
you did as he said, putting your ass up in the air for him while your face was rubbing against the rug, good thing it was pretty soft so you wouldn’t get any ugly marks.
“and keep the face down just like that…don’t move.”
he leaned down and his hands found their place on your round ass, rubbing his rough palms over the soft skin. he pushed down your panties but due to the position he couldn’t properly take them off so he just straight up ripped them from your body, the loud noise rippling in your ears, the delicate material not standing a chance against him, now lying in pieces thrown somewhere on the floor.
he admired your ass for a moment longer, playing with the soft flesh, kneading it roughly, spreading your cheeks apart. the cold air hitting both your holes as he did that stung, needing to be touched so so fucking bad. and when he started blowing air on your tight hole you gasped and tried to squirm away, forgetting the hold he had of you. he pulled you back to him and grabbed your jaw hard, tilting your face upwards to make sure you’re looking at him.
“stay fucking put and take what i give you, alright?” you nodded the best you could with his tight grip.
he let go, your whole body falling forwards, pushing you further into the rug by slapping your ass once, and then again, rubbing over the red marks left behind before deepening them with yet another slap. you were close to crying, the stinging pain overwhelming you in the best way, you just wanted something for him, you needed to be filled up now.
“please sir just please i’m so em-empty please fill me up ple-“ you mumbled, your words coming out all messed up. now that you finally spoke up you realised how sore you were, but he cut you off before you could go any further.
“will you shut the fuck up. you wanna be filled up, huh?”
“mhmmm ple-“ earning you another harsh slap that got the tears rolling down your cheeks.
“i said quiet.” he noticed you were crying and although he didn’t want to break this sort of ‘character’ he was playing now, he left a kiss on your lower back, just as a quiet gesture to calm you down. he knew you loved it but sometimes it was a bit too much.
“let’s fill you up then…what do you say?” this time you just nodded in return. “good.”
you expected him to fuck you, since he was already hard and touching himself earlier, or give you his fingers, maybe even his tongue from the position, he had easy enough access. what you didn’t expect though was to feel something rough and cold enter your dripping wet hole. it took you a second until it clicked for you. it couldn’t be, right? you managed to move your head just enough to confirm your thought.
there he was, sitting with one of his arms splayed out on the back of the chair, his other one tugging and squeezing at his cock. this time his pants had been unzipped. you didn’t hear anything from how fucked up you already were. his hand was slipped under his underwear now. and of course, the most important of all, whilst one of his legs was spread over the arm of the chair, hanging on the side, his other one was propped up, fucking into you with his boot. that was the foreign object you felt. every ridge you felt inside of you was due to the snake pattern in the leather. only the very tip was making its way inside of you, but he wanted to see you take more.
“since you’re looking, why don’t you spread that slut hole for me nice and wide? can you do that?”
your hands went behind you to do exactly as he said, gripping the best you could in your position while trying to keep your back arched to provide him with a pretty view. your neck was killing you, but it was all worth it hearing his little grunts and low moans as he managed to slip deeper inside of you. it was obscene, like out of a porno with a master and his slave, you never thought you would be enjoying this, but here you were, struggling to make more and more space for him.
“please al- sir, need to cum, i can’t, please.”
“so cum, what’s holding you back?” he spit at you, as if he didn’t know what exactly you were asking for.
“need your cock.”
“needy little whore, you should be grateful with what i give you. beg for it more and maybe i’ll be so nice to give you my cock, but don’t think i’ll go easy on you.”
“ohh fuckkk-” you moaned as he slipped out of you, instead grinding his heel into your cunt, the edges scratching your sensitive skin, but the pressure on your clit was what you were more focused on right now. you were even a bit embarrassed by how much you were enjoying it.
“please fuck me sir, as rough as you want, i can take it, please just…” you kept mumbling, begging for him, until he gave in, needing to be inside your dirty hole just as much as you needed him to fill you up.
he wrapped the chain attached to your neck around his fist, bringing you closer to him, pulling you up to sit in his lap in one swift move. your naked back was pressing up against his fully clothed chest, your ass grinding into the tent in his pants, earning a few sweet sounds from him right into your ear from how close you were now.
“you’ll cum when i say, understood?”
“mhmm”
“‘mhm’? that’s no proper answer now, is it?”
“yes, yes, i only cum when you say, please, i need it inside.”
“be patient…you’re getting annoying.”
he slipped his hand back into his tight trousers, pulling them down just enough so he could take his cock out, giving it a few pumps while gripping your hip with his free hand, angling you just right and aligning his tip to your entrance, before pulling you down harshly, entering you all at once. you felt as if your whole body was lit on fire, the way he impaled you, he felt so huge. you struggled to take him all on a regular day but now your hole was already sore from the way his rough boots abused it. you felt like you were being split in half, you couldn't even hold yourself up. the only reason you weren’t falling over was for his tight grip on you.
he didn’t give you much time to adjust to him, starting to pound into you hard. so hard you were sure you’d have bruises decorating your ass next to the red marks of his palms left from his harsh slaps. his hips collided with your skin so fucking hard you could feel his hip bones digging into you. and you could feel something different as well. he shaved. not completely, but it was rough and scratching you as opposed to how soft it usually was when it got longer.
“you’re all used up, your hole’s loose, can barely feel anything.” he sighed.
“‘m sorry…” you managed to get out, your voice weak and broken.
“useless.” he complained, nevertheless continuing his abuse on your poor pussy, his pace getting faster now. the sounds coming from his cock sliding in and out of your wet hole, the chain clattering, the chair squeaking, it was lewd, absolutely pornographic. your needy cries and whines filling the room, while you could only hear his moans.
he was clearing bluffing earlier, he could most definitely feel something by the way he was panting and growling in your ear. he was starting to slip out of this persona as he was getting closer himself, licking your earlobe, biting it. he let go of the chain and instead grabbed you directly by the throat, turning your face so you would look at him.
you were an absolute mess, he recognised it, if you were to be wearing makeup it would surely be running down your face along with your tears. but he adored seeing you like this, surrendered to him while he fucked you dumb until you couldn’t form words anymore.
“i’m close s-sir, i don’t think i can h-hold o-on.” you cried out, seeking a bit of mercy from him.
“not yet.” he let out through gritted teeth. he was chasing his own high so desperately.
but you couldn’t stop it, your orgasm overtaking any ounce of control you had up until now, and you just gushed all over him. you were shaking, your cunt throbbing around his cock deep inside you, still fucking you at a relentless pace, it was so much. it happened a couple times before, but it never felt like this. you felt lightheaded and just out of this world. he fucked you that good, too good.
“‘s too much please. too sore.” you screamed, and continued mumbling incoherent stuff to him. he was so fucking close but he knew your limits and he wouldn’t risk hurting you for an orgasm, even though you didn’t use the safe word he slowed down. he grabbed your face tightly by the cheeks, kissing you to shut you up and calm you down, followed by him wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close to him, and you went limp in his arms.
once he felt your breathing went down to normal, as normal as it could, and you stopped shaking uncontrollably, he started moving again. he needed his release just as much as you did, but you kept whimpering and sniffling with each of his thrusts.
“too much for your poor little pussy? don’t say i didn’t warn you. and you came without my permission, remember?”
“too much alex.”
alex. you called him alex. okay, maybe this was really too much, he knew you liked him hurting you but he didn’t want to actually hurt you.
“get down, finish me off, least you can do.”
he slipped out of you and you winced at the empty feeling, as much as his cock hurt at first, now it was keeping you together. you were about to collapse when he let go of you, but you somehow scrambledinto position, down to your knees in front of him, resting your arms on his thighs over his soaked pants.
“god, you made a mess…” he sighed “get on with it now, you already ruined it for me once with your crying.”
you grabbed his aching cock, all covered in your cum, enough to make it easy for you to start stroking him. you knew just what he needed right now. after running your hand up and down his length a few times to get him back, you squeezed around him.
“fuckkk…harder.” he moaned out. he was very much still your dom, but that was his weak spot. he fucking loved the pain. he’d discovered it with you, when you accidentally hit him once, not even in a sexual matter, and ever since then he explored it more. first on his own, and then he got you to do it for him.
you tugged harder on him, just as he wished, one of your hands going down to his balls, squeezing them in your palm, your nails digging into the thin sensitive skin. you wanted to get him there so bad, to make up for messing up. it didn’t take long for him to become a swearing mess, grunting in between the words he’d throw at you. he came with a growl when your hand went up, squeezing him closer to his throbbing tip. it spurted all over your hand, dripping down your knuckles. you milked him dry, until the very last drop was out.
you did your job, but now you were wasted, cockdrunk and fucked out. you rested your head on his leg for a moment while he came down.
when he was back down to earth he took the collar off from around your neck and he pulled you up into his lap. you were so weak, like a fucking used up sex doll. he held you in his arms, rubbing your arms and raking his fingers through your hair to fix it.
“sorry for cumming before you told me al, and that i wasn’t ready, i really forgot i didn’t mean to-” you started over explaining, didn’t know if he was actually mad at you or something.
“shhhh, it’s fine baby, did i hurt you?’
“no, i mean yeah, but you know. that was so fucking good, just, a lot.”
“mmm, okay, about the boot thing…was that too far? i know you didn’t stop me but”
“uhm…you know…i’ve always had a thing for your boots, but didn’t know how to say it without it being weird”
“did you know? interesting…” that got him thinking of any other things why might be keeping away from him, and how he’d get them all out from you to fulfill each fantasy.
“felt kinda good actually. weird but good”
“‘m glad, cause that was a fucking sight if i’ve ever seen one, i’ll take some pics if you wanna do it again” he suggested, raising his brows at you.
“oh you’re so dirty, you sick goblin.” you slapped his arm playfully “but…yeah, i’d want to see that.”
“so you’re just as dirty, see?” he defeated “lets wash his off now, i love when you make a mess but they’re sticking to me, you know i can’t stand that.”
“just a minute longer please?”
“alright.”
you nuzzled your face into his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, you could’ve gone to sleep right there, his warmth comforting you like nothing else ever will.
a/n: i don’t like how this turned out but BOOTS. been thinking about it for way too long…
tags: @4chaos @picturezonthewall @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @whitepontiac @ohladymoon @rentsturner @yourstartreatment @mathdebate00
#alex turner#alex turner fanfic#alex turner fic#alex turner smut#alex turner x reader#alex turner x you#smut#goblinontour
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You belong to me - part 3.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader
Summary: It's a surprise 😉🤫
Warnings/Tags: 18+ minors dni! Cheating, angst, hurt & comfort, smut, masturbation (let me know if I missed something)
An: Hi, you guys! I guess I'm not new to writing anymore, but I'm still a newbie. All feedback is welcome. Be gentle please haha. Please do not steal or copy my work. Don’t repost without credit. This is my written work, everything besides the characters and plot points by the original writers, belongs to me. Love you guys, and thank you so much for the support, hope you enjoy ❤
Word Count: 6,445
You slam your front door and storm up the steps to your room. Your mom is at work, so you don't have to worry about being quiet coming into the house. Your mom is pretty laid back, pretty much giving you free rein to do whatever you want as long as it's within reason.
Yanking off your clothes, you stomp over to your bathroom and cut on the shower. You step into the stream of hot water, letting it flow over you. Sighing in relief as the water massages you, temporarily distracting you from your thoughts of Eddie.
You stay in there longer than you normally would, feeling slightly calmer than when you first got in. You put on a pair of pajamas, the ones your mom and dad bought you for Christmas when they were still together. It was the last Christmas you had as a family, and they had quickly become a favorite of yours even though they were getting to be too small for you.
You sat down on your bed preparing for sleep when you heard a knock at your door. Glancing at the clock on your bedside table, it read 12:45 a.m. 'Who's knocking at my door at this time of night,' you wondered.
You knew it wasn't Clara. She and Steve were likely having some aggressive cuddling right about now. Something that you were kinda jealous of right now if you had to be honest. Walking down the stairs, you grabbed a baseball bat out of the closet your mom kept for emergencies.
You stood on your tip toes, peeking out of the peephole. Your stomach fluttered in surprise at the sight of the back of Eddie's curly mane. Feeling a little petty, you called out "Who is it" through the door with a smirk on your face.
He turned around facing the door "It's Eddie," he answered.
You paused before replying, "I'm sorry, don't know an Eddie. You must have the wrong house," your tone was snippy with a hint of humor.
Eddie's face turned to confusion as he looked around. Could he have gotten the address wrong? "I'm sorry, does Y/n L/n live here," he questioned anxiously. It was late, and the thought of being in the suburbs made him uneasy. He didn't want someone to call the cops on him for a simple misunderstanding. Eddie wasn't stupid, he knew that the parents of Hawkins didn't like him and wouldn't hesitate to call the cops on him.
A moment of silence passed as he waited for the person on the other side to answer. Just as he was about to turn and walk away, he heard "Wait," and the clicking of the locks and deadbolt. The door slid open, and there you were.
He was stunned into silence when he saw you. You always looked beautiful to him but the sight of you in your girly pajamas, simply put, was the cutest fucking thing he ever saw. His cock began to stir in his jeans and he willed it to go down, this was not the time to sport a raging boner.
"How do you know where I live," you ask, leaning against the door frame.
Eddie looks at you for a moment before looking away bashfully "I may have followed you home once or twice before. But it was only to make sure you got home safe y'know? Just on the days when you had to walk home," he added quickly.
"Okay, that's totally not creepy. You know what, I don't care honestly. Why are you even here Eddie," you question, you can feel that your patience is starting to wear thin.
"I um—," he starts nervously before clearing his throat. "I wanted to apologize." He twists the rings on his fingers as he tries to keep eyes on your face.
"You could've just called then," you responded shifting your weight to one foot and resting your hand on your hip. Eddie's gaze follows your movements before snapping back up and meeting your eyes. He blushes at the smirk on your face knowing you just caught him checking you out.
"I thought it would be more sincere if I did it in person," he said sheepishly shrugging his shoulders, mentally kicking himself for not thinking this through.
You stand there silently in contemplation. "C'mon you say, turning around and walking back into the house with Eddie following close behind. It's chilly outside and you'd rather do this in the house than stand outside in the cold. You walk over and stand near the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Eddie as he closes the door, and walks over to you. You cross your arms as you raise your eyebrow expectantly.
"Right," he says scratching the back of his head. "I'm sorry Y/n, I was an asshole—,"
"An inconsiderate asshole," you interrupt with a smirk.
"An inconsiderate asshole and I wasn't thinking clearly. I just got so jealous when I saw you with that asshat Billy that I just reacted without thinking. So I'm sorry Y/n, please forgive me," he finishes in one breath, dropping to his knees and clasping his hands underneath his chin.
You roll your eyes at his dramatics, stepping closer to him causing him to look up at you. His eyes like usual are big and wide, immediately catching your attention. Although his gesture is playful his eyes are filled with sincerity. Realizing that you've been standing there staring into his eyes for a while, you cough as you look away, embarrassed.
"I forgive you," you whisper, still looking away. Eddie grabs you by the waist and pulls you in for a hug. Your heart lurches, and you look down at him in shock. A smile slowly spreads across your face, and you bring your hands to rest upon his hair. He presses his face into the softness of your belly, and you hum happily, temporarily forgetting that you two weren't on good terms.
With a deep inhale, Eddie takes all of you in, feeling drunk off of the smell of you. You remind him of the floral baskets that his mom used to buy before she got sick. There's also a hint of your natural scent that teases his senses, making him wish he could bottle up your fragrance and keep it with him at all times.
You look back down at Eddie as he glances back up at you. Something about the way you have him on his knees for you has you clenching your thighs together. A motion that doesn't go undetected by Eddie. One moment you're staring at each other and the next your lips are crashing together in a heated kiss full of tongue and teeth.
Eddie's hands slide up and down your waist finally settling to cup your ass, kneading and massing it playfully. The loose cotton of your clothing allows him to push your cheeks up and apart. The movement causes your panties to slide up as your lips spread apart sucking the fabric in greedily. He does this a few times making you wet in the process.
Your grip on his hair tightens and a low moan tumbles from his lips, eliciting a wave of arousal to flow from you, drenching your panties. Eddie stands up taking you with him as you continue the kiss. Your legs wrap around his waist as he walks you both towards the stairs.
It's a miracle you both make it up there in one piece. Pressing you up against the wall, the kiss becomes more heated and you pull away, feeling lightheaded as you take in a shaky breath. Eddie doesn't stop there, now seeing an opportunity to lay claim to your neck that's now exposed to him. He licks a stripe from the bottom of your neck to your hairline before placing a sweet kiss behind your ear.
You moan in response and he attacks your soft skin sucking it between his lips sensually. His fingers are gripping your hips tight as he presses you further into the wall. Your mind is no longer your own as you grind your hips against his suggestively.
"Shit Y/n, you're going to be the death of me, baby. You know that?" he mumbles against your skin.
"My room— it's over there," you motion with your head, ignoring his question. You know that if you don't go to your room right now, the possibility of Eddie taking you, up against this wall is very likely.
Eddie moves you both again, headed in the direction you pointed him in. In no time, he's standing beside your bed and dropping you down onto the soft mattress. You squeak in surprise and before you can protest, he drops down on top of you, crushing his mouth against yours once more.
Eddie feels as if he's going insane. His mind is consumed with only you as he attempts to devour you. One second he's licking into and around your mouth, the next he's sucking and nipping at your exposed chest, leaving bruising marks along the way.
You're just as desperate, as your hands feel and grope him wherever they can reach. Committed to hearing those sweet moans tear out of his throat whenever your hand grazes a sensitive area. "Eddie," you whine as your hips rut against his. "I need you."
Eddie looks up at you with a devious grin "Where are your manners baby? That's no way to ask for something," he chides, thrusting his hips up into yours, earning a gasp from you.
"Please Eddie, I need you," you whimper, tears collecting at the corners of your eyes. The lack of orgasms you've been experiencing for the past couple of weeks makes you feel desperate and needy.
"Awe my poor baby needs it. Well, what baby wants baby gets," Eddie replies as he leans up and shrugs out of his jacket. You whine at the loss of contact. Eddie shushes you and you sit up on your elbows watching him undress. He's down to his birthday suit in a matter of seconds and you stare at him unabashedly.
"Like what you see," he grins, shaking his erect cock at you.
You look away embarrassed, a heated flush creeping along your neck, settling onto your chest. Eddie descends upon you again taking your chin between his fingers "Eyes on me sweetheart," he mumbles giving you a chaste kiss.
You look back at him, watching as he presses kisses down your throat, stopping when your shirt gets in the way. Dragging his hands up your sides he removes your shirt and you lean up a little as he pulls it up and over your head.
He continues slowly, taking his time as he presses soft kisses and licks into your skin. You shift your pelvis against him impatiently, earning a stern look from him. "Behave," he demands, stopping his movements altogether.
Your heart hammers in your throat and you nod warily at him. You're not sure why but whenever you're with him, your instincts are always geared toward listening to and pleasing him. A reaction you've never had with anyone else.
Satisfied with your response, he moves down to your shorts, pressing his nose directly into your center. "Fuck, how do you smell so good," he groans, grinding himself into your mattress.
You shrug your shoulders, even though he can't see you, and grind your hips into his face. His nose bumps against your clit deliciously. Pleasure shoots through you and your hips began to move erratically, desperate for more.
Eddie leans away again and he makes a tsk tsk sound with his tongue. "Such a needy little slut aren't you?" He snatches down your shorts and panties, throwing them over his shoulder. "Here I was, about to give you some pleasure with my tongue and you're being ungrateful."
He climbs back up the bed up to your face. You shake your head at him "No Eddie, I didnt mean—,"
Eddie silences you with a kiss that takes your breath away "Shhh baby, it's okay. I know what you need and I'm going to give it to you right now," he says rubbing his member along your wet folds before pushing deep inside of you. Your hands fly onto his shoulders gripping him tight as your face scrunches up in pain. He gets halfway in before he's stopped unable to go any further.
"You're a virgin," he asks surprised, you had never mentioned it before, so he had assumed that you weren't.
You shake your head no "Once before but he wasn't as big as you," you manage between labored breaths.
Eddie groans, fingers holding your hips tight as he restrains from driving his cock deeper into you "Shit, Y/n. You should've told me, this changes everything," he mumbles in a strained voice against your lips.
You clutch him tighter against you, afraid that he's going to leave. One of his hands leaves your hips, slipping between you both as he rubs slow circles into your clit. Your reaction is instant as whines and moans fly from your mouth in a voice that surprises you. Eddie pulls out and pushes back in slowly when he feels you beginning to loosen up. Arousal seeps out of you, coating his and your thighs generously.
Switching his ministrations, he starts to rub faster into your clit in a side-to-side motion. Your orgasm creeps up on you with no warning and Eddie drives his cock into you up to the hilt. The pain blending with pleasure only heightens the intensity of your orgasm as you come with a breathless cry.
The feel of you has Eddie's hips faltering. He swears that this is what heaven must feel like as your gummy walls squeeze him over and over again. He keeps up his pace as he fucks you through your orgasm, his fingers relentless on your clit.
Leaning down his lips captures yours in a heart-stopping kiss. It's sloppy and erratic but so full of passion that it steals your breath away. You've never felt like this before, the intensity of this mutual desire between you scares and excites you all at once.
He wants you to come again, he needs you to. He wants you to feel as good as he does right now. "Fuck Y/n, tell me your close baby," Eddie begs, his voice hoarse and deep. He can feel his orgasm creeping up and it's taking everything in him to hold it off.
"Yeah, I— I'm close Eddie," you stammer, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him deeper inside of you.
Eddie grinds into you, his pubic bone rubbing against your clit repeatedly. Your legs begin to shake as you reach your peak, wave after wave of arousal crashing over you. Pornographic moans flow from you as you ride out your high.
Your cunt tightens, clenching Eddie's cock in a death grip, quickly sending him over the edge. His hand grips yours tightly and the other is resting on your throat squeezing lightly. He comes with a pretty moan, grunting as he twitches and jerks inside of you.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. I meant to pull out," Eddie says as he starts to panic.
You shush him, pressing your finger against his soft lips "It's okay. We'll just get a plan b in the morning okay?"
Eddie nods, visibly relaxing once more. His breath is shaky as he rests his weight gently on top of you, pressing kisses all over your face. Your hands caress his back gently, enjoying the feel of him inside you and the sticky mess you both created. Slowly he pulls out of you, collapsing onto his side. With one arm propped behind his head, he pulls you closer to him, cuddling you close.
Your eyes are hooded and relaxed as you incline into his touch. 'You look so beautiful,' he thinks, rubbing his hand up and down your side. His heart feels full and his stomach feels as if it's twisted in knots. He's nervous, not sure of what to say next. He wants to tell you that he's leaving Chrissy and that he wants to be with you instead. But the peaceful look on your face stops him, his words wither and die on his tongue. He doesn't want to ruin the moment, so he tucks you to his side, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You let out a sigh of content as you relax in his arms. You fall asleep quickly. You dream of Eddie kissing you as he tells you he loves you. With no hesitation, you tell him that you love him too.
Eddies heart soars when you tell him you love him too. Feeling brave enough to confess while you were asleep, he didn't think you could hear him let alone respond. He kisses your lips once again before falling fast asleep.
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You sat at the lunch table and pushed around the food on your plate with a small smile. After what happened after the party this weekend, you were in better spirits than you had been in a long time. You held back a laugh as you thought of the morning after with Eddie.
Your friend had come over to your house the next day to check up on you and your mom had gotten off early, so they had both arrived at the same time. Thankfully, Eddie hadn't parked directly in front of the house, choosing to park across the street to avoid suspicion if your mom were to arrive.
He scrambled to put on his clothes, giving you a lingering kiss before hauling ass out of the window when the coast was clear. You had just dived back under the covers to hide your nakedness when your best friend waltzed in. With a raised brow she had asked why you were nude. You responded that it was too hot to be bothered with clothes, even though fall was quickly approaching.
She stifled a giggle as she told you that she just wanted to come to check on you after what happened at the party. Word had gotten around pretty quickly about the altercation between Eddie and Billy, with you somehow in the middle of it all. You had given her as much information as you could without letting on exactly what your relationship with Eddie was. The disbelief in her eyes told you that she knew that there was much more than you were letting on. She didn’t pressure you for the truth, only telling you that she was here if you needed her, to which you had given her a hug and a smile.
So here you were, lost in your thoughts, oblivious to your surroundings. Suddenly, it seemed that all sound had ceased within the cafeteria, causing the room to go eerily silent. You raised your head in confusion, only to find Chrissy standing beside you at your table with an unreadable expression on her face. All of the students at the other tables had stopped talking to watch the interaction. It was as if everyone
could sense something was about to happen and were tuned in.
“Um, Hi Chrissy. Did you need something?” you asked politely, confused as to why she was just standing at your table, not saying anything. Anxiety began to fester within you, causing your palms to sweat as your nerves started to get the best of you.
“I don’t think you can Y/n. You see I have this problem, it seems that my boyfriend is fucking someone else! Is that something you think you can help me with?” Chrissy asks you in a condescending tone.
Your throat runs dry at her words as you glance around the room nervously. Your eyes glance over to the Hellfire table only to find Eddie's seat empty. You notice his friend Gareth is staring at you with a concerned look on his face before getting up and running out of the cafeteria.
You look back over to Chrissy, her expression is one of pure hatred as she looks down at you. “Chrissy, can we go talk about this somewhere else,” you plead, conscious of the many eyes now directed at you. Your stomach begins to turn, sick with embarrassment from the scene unfolding before you.
“What’s the matter, you don’t want everyone to know what a slut you are?!” Chrissy yells causing you to jump in your seat.
“Chrissy, please don’t do this,” you choke out, as a sob escapes from you.
“No, fuck you and stay the fuck away from my boyfriend!” she shouts as she slaps you across the face. Your head swivels to the right from the impact and you hold your stinging cheek in shock.
Your friend Clara jumps up from her seat beside you and shoves Chrissy backward. “Back up bitch… I mean it! You made your point, now leave!” she threatens, her eyes raging with fury.
Chrissy looks between you both before turning and walking away with her head held high. Her friend throws a glare at you before turning and following after Chrissy. A symphony of hushed whispers begins to circulate around you. Your entire body is hot with humiliation and guilt. You can feel the blood rushing to your ears, making it hard for you to understand what your friend is saying.
She sees that you're unresponsive and your eyes are unfocused. Her hand grabs yours and pulls you up, throwing an arm around your shoulders in comfort. You both walk out of the cafeteria, heading towards the school's entrance when you see Eddie running down the hallway shoving people out of the way.
He skids to a stop in front of you, resting his hands on his knees from the exertion of running full speed across the school in seconds. "Y/n, what happened? Are you okay? Talk to me please!" he yells out breathlessly.
"Eddie, go talk to your girlfriend and leave Y/n alone. She'll call you when she's ready. If you care about her, then give her that at least." Clara's tone is harsh and leaves no room for any argument. Her only concern is getting you out of this God-forsaken school and to your house in one piece.
Eddie's face is full of emotions, he opens his mouth to protest but one look at your face has him closing it in an instant. Your eyes are watery with unshed tears. The look on your face is unreadable but shakes him to the core enough to agree that you need to get out of here as soon as possible.
He turns to your friend and nods his head, silently agreeing with her. He gives you one last look in hopes that you'll acknowledge his presence. Your face is stoic, still holding the same blank stare as before. He grabs your hand and gives it a quick kiss before Clara has the chance to protest.
"Call me, please Y/n," he whispers into your ear before letting go. Clara takes hold of your hand again, pulling you gently towards the double doors as Eddie watches you walk away.
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You stare blankly at your tv as you lay in your bed. Your mom was currently at work on the graveyard shift, usually something that you hated, but you were eternally grateful for it at the moment. You weren't in the right headspace to deal with questions about why you left school early.
Clara had brought you home a few hours ago and had stayed with you awhile before leaving to go home. You were quiet as she comforted you, promising that everything would be okay. You had managed to hold back your tears, letting them break free once she was gone.
You had cried for hours, wallowing in pity at the situation you had allowed yourself to get involved with. You also cried at the fact that even though you had just gotten into an altercation with Chrissy, Eddie was still at the forefront of your mind.
A soft thump from your window startles you, pulling you from your thoughts. Your mouth opens in a silent scream and your body tenses as you prepare to run like hell. You relax when you see that it's Eddie at your window sill, hanging precariously by the lattice secured against the siding of your house. Within that same breath, you're back on edge again as you make your way over to the window.
"Can I come in Y/n," Eddie pleads. His brown eyes are big and wet as he peers at you from behind the glass.
You sigh in disbelief and let up your window.
"Why are you here, shouldn't you be with Chrissy?" Your tone is cold and bitter as you sit back on your bed hugging your knees to your chest.
He walks over to you slowly lowering down to his knees onto the soft carpet. He cranes his neck in an attempt to meet your lowered gaze. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you Y/n. What Chrissy did today— you didn't deserve that. It should've been me, I'm the one to blame," his words come out choked as he attempts to hold back a sob.
"I tried to stay away. I tried so fucking hard to but I can't! You've got this hold on me and even now after everything that's happened, I don't regret it, not for one second. I'm just sorry for all the hurt I've caused everyone." His head lowers onto the bed beside your feet as sobs began to wrack his frame.
Your forehead is pressed tightly against your knees as tears roll silently down your face onto your thighs. Minutes pass before you finally respond, allowing your hand to blindly seek out his. Your hand finds his soft curls and you stroke them gently. Comforting him and yourself at the same time.
He leans into your touch, turning his face onto the palm of your hand. His lips are soft against your skin as he presses a delicate kiss to your palm.
Your breath hitches "Eddie I— We can't. We've done enough damage already," you whisper.
"I know Y/n, I'm sorry. Can I at least hold you? No funny business I promise." He looks up at you with puppy dog eyes and his lips formed into a small pout.
Your heart twists, wrenching out all of your bad emotions and leaving a warm feeling in its wake. You nod your head and scoot over, making room for him on your bed. You lay down as he quickly shucks off his shoes and jacket, sidling behind you at a respectable distance. He slips an arm around your middle "Is this okay," he whispers.
"Yeah," you respond wearily, the impact of the day finally catching up to you. The sounds from the tv drones on, providing the right amount of noise to distract you from your thoughts. You feel yourself begin to nod in and out as you fight to stay awake.
Eddie lays his hand on yours, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles soothingly as he thought of what happened today. He hated that Chrissy attacked you for something he had initiated. He had tried to break things off with her over the weekend but she wouldn't accept any of his calls. He was foolish enough to believe that he could do it at school but that proved to be harder than he thought. Chrissy had avoided him like the plague that entire day. When lunch came he was behind the school making a sale when Gareth came to tell him what happened. He would never forgive himself for not being there to protect you.
He feels your body relax as you drift off to sleep. His senses are heightened at being so close to you and naturally, his body begins to react but he ignores it completely. Now is not the time and frankly, it may never be again. He just wants to enjoy this moment with you for what it is, happy that he's finally giving you some semblance of peace instead of taking it away. After a while, he too falls asleep with his hand linked tightly to yours.
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You wake up to the sounds of Eddie's light snores. His breath fans across the back of your neck with each exhale leaving goosebumps in its wake. Sometime during sleep, the gap between you had closed and his body was now flush against yours as he cuddled you close to him.
You take a deep breath, allowing yourself to enjoy the feel of his arms wrapped around you. The events of yesterday still linger within you but the sting of hurt and sorrow is less than before. A sense of peace washes over you as you lean back into his touch. The sun is just starting to rise and you guess that you have a few hours before school starts.
"Hmmm," Eddie's deep voice reverberates through you. He pulls you in even closer, kissing the top of your head. "Good morning, sweetheart," he murmurs sleepily, still not fully awake.
"Morning," you reply softly, pressing your face into your pillow. The knowledge of going to school today weighs heavy on your shoulders.
Your sudden movement jostles him awake, and he scoots back from you, putting space between you both once more. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so close. Sometimes I tend to cuddle in my sleep."
"I kinda figured that out the last time you were here," you smirk. You pause for a moment before continuing "how did you know that? Shit— I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that, it's none of my business."
Eddie clears his throat fully awake now. "Um‐ I might've cuddled Gareth and Jeff by mistake before at a sleepover but let's not talk about that," he says changing the subject hastily.
You let out a laugh that sounds more like a creaky bedspring. Eddie turns your body over to face him, a big smile sits on his face. "There she is," he whispers excitedly taking your hand into his, and giving it a soft squeeze. You squeeze back, giving him a soft smile.
"Are you going to school," he asks tentatively. He hates to ruin the moment but the thought was nagging him incessantly.
Your smile drops from your face immediately turning into a frown. "Yeah, I have a big test today and I can't afford to miss it," you reply.
"Whatever happens today, just know that I'll be there for you. I swear it." Eddie looks at you, his brown eyes are filled with warmth.
You hold his gaze and you can tell that he is being genuine. Nodding your head you exhale shakily, mentally prepping yourself for what's to come. Eddie lifts your hand to his face and stops, hovering near his lips, silently asking you for permission. You nod your head and he kisses each knuckle, lingering on the last. "I love you," he says pressing another kiss into your skin.
Your heart skips a beat and soars at his words before quickly plummeting back down. You can't accept his confession, not like this. Not at someone else's expense. "Eddie I—," you began slowly.
"Shhh, I know baby. You don't have to say it. I'm going to make things right like I should've done a long time ago." He lets out a deep breath before letting go of you to sit up. You instantly miss his warmth and it takes all of your strength not to pull him back down beside you.
"I gotta go and get ready for school. I'll see you there okay?" Eddie says as he kneels to tug on his shoes.
You nod your head once again, too afraid of the emotions threatening to escape if you open your mouth. The look on your face makes his heart twist and he finds himself in front of you, pulling you up into his arms. "I'm sorry if this is too much but you looked like you could really use a hug." Selfishly he holds you close, relishing the feel of your body pressed to his.
Your arms hang limply at your sides and just as he's about to let go and apologize, you wrap your arms around him, squeezing him back just as hard. He sighs, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. You hold each other for a moment before letting go. He presses a kiss to your forehead and walks over to your window. "See ya soon," he promises as he lets up the window and climbs down the lattice.
You quickly walk over to your window, watching him as he crosses your lawn to his van. Before getting in, he looks up at your room, giving you a wave when he sees you standing at the window. With a smile, you give him a small wave as he climbs into his van and drives away.
The smile on your face fades once Eddie's gone from your sight. You turn around with a sigh as you start getting ready, the thought of going to school after what happened feels you with a sense of dread. The only thing preventing you from ditching is wanting to maintain your grades and knowing that your best friend and Eddie would be there for support if you needed it. You repeat that fact as it gets closer and closer to the time for you to leave.
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Eddie skids into the school parking lot, parking crookedly into a spot just as the first bell rings. Cursing under his breath, he quickly jumps out and runs through the double doors toward his locker. After making the fastest pit stop in history, he makes his way to your locker, bumping and pushing stragglers out of the way. He looks around when he doesn't see you. He had wanted to make sure you were okay first thing this morning, knowing that he wouldn't see you again until lunch.
Letting out a frustrated grunt he kicks one of the lockers, startling a few people standing nearby. "Freak," they mutter and whisper to each other as they walk by hurriedly. He rolls his eyes as he makes his way to class, he's debating on whether he should stop by and peek into your class or not when he bumps into someone causing them to stumble.
"Whoa, sorry about that," he says, the apology dying on his lips as he realizes the person in front of him was none other than Chrissy. "Hey— we need to talk." His tone is dull but sure as he keeps his gaze level with hers.
"Yeah, we should. Look, Eddie— whatever thing you had going on with Y/n, I'm willing to overlook it okay?" She holds her books close to her chest, nervously fiddling with her car keys clutched in her hands.
"I'm sorry Chrissy, I just can't— I can't do this anymore and it has nothing to do with Y/n. Things have been the same with us for a long time and you know it." Eddie replies firmly.
"Eddie, I need you," she yells out tearfully. Her shrill voice echoes down the now empty hallway, the tardy bell rings announcing that they are now late for class.
"I'm sorry Chrissy but it's—" Eddie begins but Chrissy cuts him off before he can finish.
"My dreams, they're back and it's getting worse. I think he's back Eddie and he's going to finally win this time," Chrissy whispers, keeping her eyes trained on the floor.
A bolt of fear shoots through Eddie piercing him through the heart. It couldn't be. No way. They had defeated Vecna and he was gone for good. But what if he wasn't? Then that would mean Chrissy was right and she did need his help. How could he abandon her when he was the only one close to her that understood what she was going through? His thoughts turned to Y/n, you were so close to finally being his and now once again it seemed as if something was keeping you apart.
Fat drops of tears sit at the corners of her eyes threatening to fall. Eddie remains silent, his thoughts running rampant, jumping from one thing to the next. A noise from the other end of the hall catches Chrissy's attention.
She flies into his arms, knocking him backward in surprise. Her arms wrap around him and she clings to him possessively. Too stunned to react, he stands there as she holds him, resting her head on top of his shoulder.
Unbeknownst to him you just walked through the school entrance. You were making your way to your locker, when you stopped in your tracks, shocked by the sight in front of you. You could feel your heart breaking in two as you watched Eddie and Chrissy embrace each other. Your feet began to move you closer as your mind screamed for you to leave and go back home to the comfort of your bed. As you get closer, you notice that Chrissy is staring directly at you with an eerie wicked grin on her face.
The look is ominous, making you gasp in shock at the sight. You'd never known she could look so evil, aside from yesterday she always had a smile on her face.
The sound you make catches Eddie's attention and his head turns your way, eyes locking with yours. His face is pale with what looks like fear and his eyes are dull. For a moment you want nothing more than to comfort him and tell him that everything will be okay but in a flash, it's gone. All you can feel is hurt and betrayal at his broken promise.
You keep your head high and walk past them toward your class. You don't dare turn back, not even when you hear Eddie's pained voice calling out for you. Not even when the tears start falling once again.
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[ᴀᴛᴢ] | 𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗲𝘇 𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝘄𝗯
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: how would ateez act as your friends with benefits
ᴀ/ɴ: gn reader
⟢ 𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗝𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗚
lowkey very jealous if he sees you cozying up to someone else
the type to want you two to be exclusive that way
definitely the type of guy to want to stick around after and just hang out / watch a show
definitely had sexual tension for months before he decided to make a move and he’s definitely the one who suggested it after being so sleep deprived his shame flew out the window
would prefer to have sex at your house but he’s down to have sex at his dorms as long as the rooms free and you both can keep it down
would prefer to have sex at your house but he’s down to have sex at his dorms as long as the rooms free and you both can keep it down
he’s down for either vanilla or the most nasty shit depending on his mood
i feel like there’s not much of a dynamic? like yall r both giving whenever you want but he can take the reins if you want him to
⟢ 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗪𝗔
SEONGHWA!! definitely a bit bashful about it too
he’d prefer to keep your fwb deal more like a sneaky link and away from the boys’ knowledge
unlike hongjoong, i don’t think seonghwa would be very into bdsm (hardcore shit) but he has his kinks when he’s in the mood
SUPER SUPER into passionate kisses it has u second guessing if he’s ur bf or not
he’s also into licking… like he’ll lick ur neck or chest or stomach when he’s teasing you
he’s the type to msg u ‘are u down to have sex? u don’t have to say yes lol’ WHILE SWEATING BUCKETS cuz he literally doesn’t know how to be casual about it without coming off as rude
whereas you usually just ask him like ‘wya’ and he gets the idea
i feel like he’s okay with you fucking other people as long as you’re safe about it ? and you disclose to him before yous have sex if you had sex recently and u know ur clean
the type to drive u to the clinic cuz he’s a clean freak in every way
honestly plans sessions so that he can have a sleepover at ur place after !!
definitely only gonna be fwb with someone he’s close with !! so he’s definitely coming over with his pj’s packed and snacks and face masks for yous to do after
fwb seonghwa is so chill
does NOT want u to fuck anyone else in ateez tho that is the only way he’s jealous
⟢ 𝗝𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗨𝗡𝗛𝗢
honestly he’s the type to have goofy sex 💀
the type to make u laugh because he loves to have lighthearted sex and the fact it feels good when you laugh 🥴🥴
kinda a perv tbh
when he comes over to smash he’ll ask to keep your bra or smth (he tries to pretend it’s a joke but he’s not joking)
he’s pretty up much up for anything but i can’t see him being excessively mean to you (definitely not into violent shit and the only smacks you will be getting are on your ass)
definitely begs u to do doggy
unashamed and will just text u ‘wanna smash’ and u honestly cant tell if it’s a joke or not
sometimes he just shows up at ur door
and if ur not down to have sex when he does that he doesn’t mind chilling !!
tbh he treats u like a homie throughout
i don’t think he’s into kissing that much tbh like just sex and maybe a few hickies but if he sees u as a friend with NO feelings he wouldn’t be into making out
⟢ 𝗞𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗘𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗚
the enigma
honestly… you both have no idea how it started it just did
yeosang is lowkey kinda mean anyway so if ur not into degradation then u gotta tell that man way before he gets into his mindset cuz i feel like he’s the type to say whatever comes to his mind
i think he’s big into riding tbh cuz it’s less effort for him
like hongjoong he’s not much into set roles you two just do whatever
i think he low-key likes kissing 🥺🥺 they’re super soft and he loves leaving little kisses at the corner of your lips and stiff if he’s doing missionary
also wants it to be a sneaky link but if you’s ever get caught he’ll just admit to it
or gaslight cuz he’s a girl boss
gives me the vibes of he’ll wear a condom almost every time cuz he does not fuck with getting an std if ur fucking other people
honestly i don’t think he has sex often?? maybe once a month and he has to be in the mood 100%
i don’t think he’d randomly message u to smash cuz it would probably come to his mind when you two are casually hanging out
also will be super against u having sec with anyone else in ateez he just doesn’t like the thought
⟢ 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜 𝗦𝗔𝗡
100% very open about it
down for anything and everything lemme tell u !
he doms imo, even if it’s not like mean!dom san x reader 10k words it’s just that he takes the reins and prefers to control things
definitely has a goal to have sex in every room of the house
begs u to come round so he can live his fantasy of being sucked off while playing league (aka the game of virgins) 💀💀
san is so open he’ll fr beg u to do stuff but he won’t overstep boundaries
the type to be like ‘can we do this [insert twitter link]’
he would prefer u to not have sex with other people but he won’t force u not to !
like seonghwa he’s up for sleepovers if he ends up at yours late at night
will literally show up to ur house with a sex toy in hand do not question him
it definitely started after a lot of sexual tension was built up and after a night out where you both were a little too tipsy and ended up in bed together
the day after he just straight up says he wants to be fwb
⟢ 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗜
um… idk how this happened either
mingi is so shy it was most likely you who brought it up
mingi gets nervous tbh and it ends up in either giggly sex or him getting to embarrassed it means u have to take the reins
very rarely if he’s pent up the dom side of mingi appears
mingi does not want word getting out at all he thinks he would pass out
he’s so cute about it tho!! the first official time you both meet up as fwb he has a little gift for you 😭😭
i feel like he’d end up catching feelings which is either good or bad depending on how you feel
tbh he’d probably cry if he found out you were still having sex with other people
yeah so… if ur fwb with mingi make sure he knows if ur 100% platonic or looking for something romantic in the future
⟢ 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗚
another one with no shame
the type to post a video do him dapping u up after sex so everyone knows what happened
wooyoung is also a freak and is down to be the dom or the sub
would literally just text u being like ‘can u suck my dick rq’ not even CARING that anyone could read it
the type to tell the teezers as soon as u two became casual
wooyoung would want to be as close to u as possible! a second san if u will - except he has sexual feelings towards u 💀
the type to be down to smash then when he gets there changes his mind and decides he wants to just hang out
⟢ 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢
dear jongho
very quiet about the ordeal
casual, not often and over as quick as it starts
not that he finishes fast but he’s not the type to stay around
obviously he’s gonna want u to be someone he’s close to but when he’s done with the hook up he’s OUT
i feel like he’s also not into kissing but he’s 100% into strength play
he’s bashful about it at times so i feel like he would very shyly ask u about it and as soon as u said yes his shyness dissipates
he doesn’t fuck without condoms sorry guys no stds here
#ateez imagines#ateez reactions#ateez x reader#ateez scenarios#ateez drabbles#ateez fluff#ateez au#seonghwa x reader#hongjoong x reader#jeong yunho x reader#choi san x reader#yeosang x reader#wooyoung x reader#mingi x reader#jongho x reader#ateez smut
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Movie Night Frustration - Steve Harrington Smut
REQUESTED: Nope. I haven’t written for quite a while, and I had a sudden inspiration strike last night (especially after S4 P1 dropped).
WARNINGS: Oral (both receiving), “sir” kink - MINORS DNI PLEASE
SUMMARY: You and Steve are on the night shift at the video store - you’re trying to do work and catch up on the week’s missed jobs, but Steve gets bored easily and needs something more than videos to entertain him.
NOTES: Uh, hey. So, I’m kind of back?
Maybe. I’m not sure yet. I’ve been really busy with uni for the past few years (in case you couldn’t tell from my utter lack of posting here) and now I’ve finished everything, I wanted to try and get back into my writing.
May be a bit rusty, so bare with me. I had inspo strike from the new season of Stranger Things, so here we are.
Hope you enjoy guys <3
Working the night shift at the Family Video Store was not how I originally planned on spending this evening. Sure, the pay was good for night shift, I couldn’t fault that. And any of the stock of candy we had left over was pretty much free rein until the next day’s batch came in - even more so once we hit the end of the week and needed to start clearing everything out. Those two things were no problem to me at all. The problem? Steve Harrington.
Steve had changed a lot since his time at Hawkins High. No longer a complete fucking asshat, he’d actually matured into a guy who gave somewhat of a shit. Shocking for the King of Hawkins to have such a redemption arc behind him. Maybe it was the fact he kept hanging out with the kids from sophomore year, Dustin, Mike and Lucas. Maybe it’s because my coworker Robin had actually knocked some sense into his pretty little head. Or maybe…just maybe, Steve was actually thinking seriously about his future and realising that he couldn’t be a dick forever.
Whatever it was, it still didn’t seem to occur to him that he could do his job without picking up chicks at the store - although maybe that was the same case for me too with guys. Somehow, Hawkins still had enough of a single male population that seemed to want to try their luck with the cute girls behind the movie counter, which always ended in Robin giving a heavy eyeroll and me gaining some dude’s home phone number or a reminder that they’d “pick me up at whatever time and we could go find a place to get away from it all”…which would almost always end in them wanting to go to Lovers Lake or Skull Rock, and Steve or Robin covering for me while I camped out in the staff room.
Surprisingly enough, this often worked quite well - I guess the boys were intimidated by my coworkers enough to eventually skulk out of the store, never to return again. This tactic didn’t work on the girls though, but then again, Harrington never seemed to have enough game to be able to woo them. Which is where he was stuck on this particular evening, moping as he stood next to the counter counting out the change in the register. “What’s got you so down in the dumps?” I said, staring at him from across one of the aisles, brush in hand.
“I’m losing my spark, Y/N. Losing my magic touch,” he sighed, idly playing with a cent in his hands.
“What makes you say that?”
“Have you seen the chicks that come in here? None of them are interested in me offering to take them to see the latest films in the cinema. Not a single one.”
“Have you tried just being yourself and not putting the charm offensive on all the time?” I asked, crouching down to remove the DVDs from the bottom shelf so they could get wiped down (those ones in particular always seemed to get some sort of sticky residue on them, and we could never quite explain why).
“Girls don’t like me “being myself”, (Y/N). Unless myself is King Steve, they don’t want to know me.”
“That’s not true, and you know it, Harrington,” I sighed, shaking my head as I carried the DVDs over to the desk, where he was now stood with his head in his hands. I reached over and ruffled his hair slightly, causing him to look up and give me a playful glare.
“Hey, leave the hair out of this,” he chuckled, poking his tongue out at me, before pausing and flicking his tongue over his bottom lip. He did this from time to time, but this time something felt…different. “(Y/N), what do you mean, I know it?” His brown eyes bore into my own, and I felt a shift, as if the world had just had a mass earthquake.
“You should be able to guess, Steve - you’re smart enough after all”, I said, voice wavering slightly. I wasn’t wrong, Steve was in fact very smart - after Nancy and him had split up, he actually put in a decent amount of effort to get his grades back up so he could get through sophomore year without too many issues, which - much to his surprise - he did very well, passing the year with 85% overall. And despite his general act as the King of Hawkins High, he could pick up on social cues well and did try to keep people around him who weren’t…douchebags, for lack of a better term.
He stared at me, raising an eyebrow, and I turned away quickly, busying myself with sweeping the dust off the (now free) bottom shelf. In a sense, there was definitely something that had shifted in the air between us, and it had been something I had been reckoning with for a while now. I’m not sure what it was, but there had definitely been moments between Steve and I that had left me questioning what his motives were every damn time. Did he want something to happen as much as I did?
The night wore on, and we were both beginning to get tired of doing all the chores that needed to be done over the night shift, especially closing up shop. We closed up early on the weekends, purely because most people were out partying or had already decided on what films they wanted for the evening - there wasn’t much chance of any late buyers coming in at the last minute unless it was Valentines Day. I occupied myself with finishing up rearranging the movies on the shelves, while Steve scribbled away in the notebook we had for accounting. “Hey, (Y/N), could you give me a hand? Just want to make sure I have everything accounted for in this, and that I did the math correctly,” he said, and I stood up from the final shelf, dusting my hands off on my jeans.
“Sure, I can do that. Final shelf is good to go, by the way,” I said, walking over to him. I could feel his eyes burning into me as I walked over, shedding my over-fleece that I wore as uniform (since the shop was closed now, there wasn’t much point in keeping it on). I chucked it under the till and pulled up a stool next to Steve, running over the numbers and trying to do quick calculations in my mind. All the while though, I could feel his presence right next to me, as if he was wanting to do or say something. After about 5 minutes of thinking over the sums, I nodded. “All clear, everything’s good to go,” I said, looking up at him. He swallowed slightly, his tongue flicking over his lips again as his eyes moved over my face.
The air got thicker all of a sudden, and it felt like something could happen any moment. “Uh, (Y/N), have you…” he started, and I paused, dropping the pencil to the table in front. He shook his head, mumbling a quick “Fuck it,” before crashing his lips onto mine. The kiss was needy, feverish - almost like it was something he depended on, like a lifeline. His lips and mine moved effortlessly against one another, tongues darting in and out and battling out in a war of dominance. His hands began roaming over my body, holding me steady on the stool as the exploration took place. This was a side I hadn’t expected from him, but I let it happen, moving my hands up to his hair as I did so.
His lips began moving down from mine to my jaw, trailing their way down to the collar of my shirt - this caused him to pause momentarily, both of us gasping for air as he looked at me, moving a hand up to caress my face gently. I nodded, giving him the permission he sought to take my shirt off, leaving me in my bra and jeans. He resumed his prior actions, lips trailing down my collarbone to one breast, then another. Each of them had kisses pressed to them, before the bra itself was gently pulled down and his lips attached themselves to each nipple, sucking and biting on each one and causing small whimpers to fall from my mouth.
This only seemed to spur him on, and made him suck each nipple more feverishly as if it was his lifeline. Soon after, he realised other areas needed attention too, and his kisses moved further and further down my body until they hovered just above the waistband of my jeans. He looked up at me, and I nodded. “Please, Steve,” I mumbled quietly, and he licked his lips again, turning his attention to the button on my jeans, which he popped open deftly before helping me shimmy the material off my hips.
He gave a few tentative kisses over my panties, causing some light moans to fall from my mouth, before that material was removed too and nothing was in the way of his tongue. He kissed the area lightly, before licking at it, causing my hips to raise up sharply to meet his mouth, and my hand to fall into his hair. Every single action he made had my body feeling like it was on fire, and very quickly I could feel myself reaching the high I was craving. He was licking and sucking at the area as if it was his entire life force, and it was very quickly getting me to where I needed to be. “Steve, fuck!” I whimpered, my hands tugging at his hair as he moved quicker, bringing a finger into play as well and curling it up right where I needed it. That was enough to bring me over the edge, causing me to scream and gasp as I met the high he’d been trying to elicit from me for so long. He kept lapping at my arousal as wave after wave of pleasure ran through my body, causing me to tremble at every slight touch he created.
After a while I calmed down enough and the room stabilised for a short while, for me to begin to realise that Steve was unbuckling his belt and beginning to remove his jeans. Shakily, I stood up, placing my hands over his and hoping he understood that I wanted to help him. He looked at me as I did this, and said quietly, “You don’t have to, y’know.”
“I want to.” He thought about this for a second and then nodded, allowing me access to the button on his jeans completely. I carefully popped it open, taking my time with the zipper - I wanted to at least try to savour this moment before it went away and we were forced into that pit of realisation of what we were doing with each other. He sighed slightly, bucking his hips up as I pulled his jeans down, looking face to face at his hard-on restrained by his boxers. It was straining to be let out against the cotton, and I could only oblige, causing a hiss to fall from his lips as he was exposed to the air of the store.
I expected him to be packing down there - he was “The King” of Hawkins High, after all - but I didn’t expect him to be bigger than I thought. I cautiously grasped at his cock, causing him to let out a jagged moan and his hand to fall over mine. “Fucking hell, (Y/N). Do you know how much I’ve imagined this scenario?” He grunted, helping to move my hand along his length.
“No, but I could probably guess,” I snarked back, before diverting my attention back to the matter in hand…quite literally. Tentatively, I poked my tongue out and licked a stripe up one of the protruding veins on his member, causing him to groan loudly, the noise only encouraging me further. I licked a few more times before turning my attention to his head, eliciting a louder moan from his lips, followed by several curses.
“Fuck, so pretty…you’re doing so good sweetheart,” he sighed, hand falling away from mine and slowly coming back up to push my hair out my face, causing me to look up at him as he did so. His lips were slightly parted, and he was looking down at me through his eyelashes, eyes flickering as I looked up with his cock in my mouth. “Shit…so good, fuck. You’re killing me, doll.”
This was the only motivation I needed to keep on with what I was doing, and so I took him further into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down vigorously. It was difficult to keep this up for too long at a time though, purely because he was so damn big - but Steve seemed fine with anything I did as long as I was giving his dick enough attention. Soon, he began to twitch slightly in my mouth, his moans getting louder and his breathing quickening, to which he quickly pulled me off of him with a satisfying pop! He stood up over me kneeling on the floor, jerking his cock vigorously. “Where do you want it angel? Want me to cum in your mouth like the good slut you are? Say it, come on. Tell me, baby.”
“Please cum in my mouth, I’ll take it all in,” I whined - this act alone only served to encourage Steve further.
“Want you to beg for it properly,” he muttered under his breath, and it took a moment before the gears finally clicked in my head.
“Please, Sir. I want to swallow your cum like the good princess I am for you,” I moaned, feeling myself begin to dampen again. This seemed to work, as barely a minute later the man above me was moaning loudly himself as he reached his own climax, the hot spurts of cum streaming down my throat. As soon as he had finished, I swallowed, opening my mouth to show him that nothing remained in there.
We took a moment to both catch our breath from the experience, and he was the first one to speak. “I think I’ve got my magic touch back, but do you wanna test that theory back at my place?”
“You’re on, Harrington.”
“Hey, that’s Sir to you, princess.”
#steve harrington#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington smut#stranger things#stranger things imagine#stranger things smut#joe keery#joe keery imagine#joe keery smut
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I don’t know if this is just my reading, but it is implied that Eren would start the rumbling because he wanted to, regardless of seeing the future when he kissed Historia’s hand or not. If he didn’t see the future then, the alternative seems to be Eren’s downward spiral into something more truly evil, instead of the depressive, resigned Eren we had, that knew that the future was already set in motion. Perhaps this Eren would only realize at the very end the same things our Eren realized much earlier. What’s your perception of this? and do you think that Eren not seeing the future but instead slowly descended into evil would’ve been a more interesting storyline?
So, my interpreation of what Eren said is this, and has been since the manga concluded: Eren did want to do the Rumbling but the compulsion he felt to do it came from Ymir. Here's why:
We know she wants to do the Rumbling since, despite Eren saying he would not try to stop his friends from stopping him, she sends the past shifters out to interfere with them.
We know that she feels bound by her duty to her king.
We know that Eren's selfish desire is to live a peaceful, domestic life with Mikasa, even if it means letting the rest of the world go to shit everywhere else.
We know that Ymir is able to influence Eldians. While she has previously done so under the command of the Fritz family only, Eren gives her a measure of freedom to defy them.
We know that time exists in one instant for Eren when he has the Founders powers and so we must consider that all of time happens at once for Ymir, too.
I believe that Eren was a vessel for Ymir desires, one which she could use to carry out her wish to fulfill King Fritz's orders to see Eldia conquer the rest of the world. I believe that she felt that by fulfilling her duty to him, she could be free of her endless existence in the Paths.
This isn't to say Eren is a poor innocent baby who would never ever resort to violence if it weren't for mean old Ymir manipulating him. I think he was her choice because he already has the capability for great destruction inside him and he is a monster in a similiar way to her king. However, I don't think that without her influence he would have gone that far.
I think we would have seen Eren struggle against his black and white thinking and how to reconcile that the true enemy of humanity was itself. I do think he could have spiraled anf that he would have channeled his energy and his hatred into Marley. I think he would want to see them wiped out and have Eldians be free. However, I think he would also have Armin and Mikasa reining him in a bit and so whatever violent and extreme plans he might have, they would have tempered them. I think it's also important to consider that Eren is a bit of a white knight who wants to save the world. He ended up destroying it at the end because his wish for freedom had become twisted and rotten, but his original inclinations are grandiose hopes to bring about peace.
I guess what I see is, without the future visions, Eren becomes a hard and vengeful man, fighting against the people who make the Eldians into titans, but not neccessarily evil. It's hard for me to call him evil to begin with, because in the end, he grieves over what he's done and we can see that he seems to feel powerless to have stopped himself. I see him not as evil but as misguided and angry and, like he said in the episode, a garden variety idiot.
Sorry, I feel like this is all over the place. I do not think Eren without the visions would have become a better version of himself, but I also do not think he would have sunk to the same depths.
I would have liked to see him struggle with the idea that humanity is the true enemy of itself and see how it would play with the "children of the woods" theme. If he did end up descending into evil, I would have enjoyed that, too. I like that kind of character study/ exploring ideas type stuff more than epic fight scenes and whatnot, so it would have been really fun for me to watch.
I hope that was fairly clear. I don't really reread what I wrote on these things so you're all subjected to my stream on consciousness takes and I don't know how cohesive they are lol.
#ask me things#my asks#answered asks#eren jaeger#attack on titan#eren's characterization#what if he had not seen the future
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Okay! This is basically exactly what it says on the tin, but I wanted to make an official event post because I got some ideas that differentiate from the holiday event! This will be linked to it though, and the link for the holiday event is here, if you want to send something for that in!
The first difference between this event and the holiday event is the duration of time during which I’m accepting requests. Holiday event requests can be sent up to New Years, where the deadline for this event is the 21st.
The characters to whom this event applies is the same as the characters to whom the holiday event applies! All characters from the grishaverse, Pin Hawthorne from Free Rein, Eddie, Steve and Johnathan from Stranger Things, plus Peter Parker from the mcu and Xavier Thorpe from Wednesday! I’m adding Tyler Galpin from Wednesday to this event as well, and I’ve been dying to write for Tyler and Xavier so please don’t hesitate to send stuff in!
Decorating a Christmas Tree- this is exactly what it says on the tin! Give me an item of Christmas prep or an activity typically done around the holiday season (examples include: decorating a christmas tree, decorating for the christmas season generally speaking, baking cookies or doing a gingerbread house decorating contest) a character, and a rough word count (I’m willing to write up to 8k words!) and I’ll both create a moodboard/collage-esque moodboard and write a fic to go along with it!
Yearning on Christmas Day- give me a fluffy holiday concept, a line or two of dialogue, and a setting! I’ll write 2000 words using whatever you give me.
Boozy eggnog- give me a prompt from the holiday prompt list or the hug prompt list and I’ll write a fic with that
Sitting by the fireplace- this is pretty much an angst free space! Send in any angst requests you’ve got in mind! My only caveat with this one is that it’ll be set around the holiday season, being either close to christmas or just after it
Cinnamon buns and snowfall- give me a christmas tradition/activity that you love and a character! I’ll use the info provided to make collage/moodboard based off that!
Tea on Christmas morning- this is a free-space! cym, kmk, send along a question from any ask games I’ve rb’d recently (they’re tagged under ‘ask games’) drop book recs or try to guess at my tbr and yearly reading goal, anything!
#wednesday 2022#wednesday netflix#six of crows#grishaverse#shadow and bone#free rein#pin hawthorne#peter parker#kaz brekker x reader#inej ghafa x reader#jesper fahey x reader#zoya nazyalensky x reader#nikolai lantsov x reader#alina starkov x reader#xavier thorpe x reader#tyler galpin x reader#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader#johnathan byers x reader#stranger things
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how the hell do you afford all this stuff 💀
Um like I guess I never really thought about it but I prolly look insane. So just to be very clear most of the stuff you saw like the manga and figures- majority of them have been from me collecting over years and years or have been gifts (mostly things like the funkos and the occasional Ace figure lmao).
But uh I saved up a lot, I thankfully don’t have any debts, my work pays me pretty well. and I live with my parents for free, so I’m privileged and lucky in that regard. I basically have no other expenses besides the occasional bill for medical things and work or whatever I want to buy. So it does give me a lot more free rein to get stuff.
I also stopped the bad habit of wanting to buy things immediately- majority of the time you can just wait and things will become discounted. Like, before I had access to online shopping, I saved my birthday money and bought the manga when B&N (since it is basically the only book retailer near me 🥹) had sales. And now that I have online shopping I just wait for them to be discounted like now- instead of paying 20 bucks for one of the volumes I can just get it at 13 and slowly build up. It’s not a race, it can take as long as you want.
#rambles#just waiting for sales or getting stuff second hand can save a lot#I moved away from scales and got non scales that did the job that I wanted#so instead of forking over 300 bucks for an Uta figure I just got a huge 20 buck one#or instead of getting a nendo at 60#I got it at 23#sometimes sales are just a luck of the draw#keep being patient and it might get discounted for you!
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i can totally understand why young girls would ship SS in the early-mid 2000’s. it was so easy to self-insert. take me for example, i was a young child with an unrequited crush on a popular boy and a total loser. i projected hard. she started getting on my nerves really quick tho. by the time i figured out how to watch shippuden (it was only available online in my country) i could no longer stand her. i know many people grew out of that ship as they matured themselves and realized just how bad it was, but i seriously don’t understand how so many of the og fans are still around, reveling in scraps given to them only in the form of non-canon material. it’s so embarrassing. and knowing that so many grown ass women cling to that nasty ship as if their lives depend on it makes me squirm in discomfort.
Wait I am confused. This person was a boy or a girl?
I think I understand. I know for a fact that there are many SNS fans who once were SS shippers. But they grew up and took responsibility for how they consumed media, which happens when a certain amount of self awareness sinks in..with time and experience..internally processing data received from the external world, which as a result, sharpens your intuition. Which then directly affects how you view and then process further external data. Data gathered from real life and media.
I suspect that many SS/NH shippers who are insanely delusional about their ship are simply operating on emotions. Think about the kind of arguments they give others. They know what constitutes canon, what doesn't. They know SNS is legit, it's all fucking there. They know SS is bullshit, they know Kishi mocks Sakura and SS like no one's business (like honestly, who's asking him to do it? Really what obligation is he under? This otherwise humble, quietly intelligent, kinda goofy, a bit childlike and deeply introspective at the same time, and frankly kinda mousy man, says such blatantly snarky and downright insulting shit about his own characters as if he ain't the author who is freaking writing them that way in the first place. Lol, no really, Kishi is a bundle of contradictions himself.) Lol.
But coming back, I really do struggle sometimes to find the right tone to talk about SS stans or address them. I suspect internet and anonymity gives them a free rein to exercise fulfilment of desires indiscriminately. They can behave however they want, believe whatever makes them happy and no one gets to destroy that as long as they are fulfilled. Numbers help. Stans give and receive validation from their peers. Whatever external validation they need to keep believing in SS ship, despite everything that negates it in canon, they get from others in their ship and they give validation to them in return. A sense of community builds. There's strength in numbers. And so dogmas and headcanons acquire a semblance of truth for them, through this very effective echo chamber, it fortifies their wacky theories and headcanons and they sheath themselves deliberately from reason, or anything that threatens to question their beliefs/belief systems that serve the object of their self comfort, desire, fulfilment. Their beliefs are really emotional in nature, you can't fight emotions, and internet gives them a platform to experience those emotions. Age doesn't matter if one isn't self aware. Lots of old people are shitty. Of course, I don't support enabling it but I guess I understand it a bit. Because I also get emotional here. I feel much more free to experience my raw emotions without trying to camouflage it too much. I reasoned with myself soon after joining this fandom, my first fandom, that here, I was a fan first, so I shouldn't judge myself too harshly for my opinions and understanding. A lot of which is way more emphatic compared to how much I would let it show it IRL. Media, stories and art have that effect on people.
And I feel conflicted sometimes. But well, the same reason exculpates me as well. I can be emotional and talk about them freely because this is a fandom and we are all here because of the same story that affected all of us. The only difference is we are insecure about different things. Lol.
Which is why I make it a point to not interact with them, because I know I would lose my patience with them much sooner than I with other people I don't generally agree with.
I understand why women do it. Even if I cannot relate with Sakura. So I vent on this platform while not actively engaging them.
But at the end of day, I feel everyone should expect so much more from themselves because more than anything else, Sakura's and Hinata's characters by design are so limited. Like I know it's all tied up with their self esteem, or its lack thereof, but at least don't glorify something that makes you this limited and miserable. Don't tell me it's better than everything else and is the best thing in the world because it is not. It is so small, So cheap. Such a piddling thing, so reductive and limiting and humiliating. Why project on those two? You should expect so much better from yourself. Like why can't you dream bigger at least in your imagination? Where you can have everything or anything you want, and nothing gives you a better opportunity to do that than media, but you choose the most limiting of all things and characters? Isn't it suffocating and painful? Well, in any case, just don't glorify it, turning a blind eye to facts and then gaslight me for my stuff. That's not acceptable. Even if I know where you are coming from, don't justify it. It gives the wrong impression to others, especially other women, who have enough odds stacked against them already for you to jump in on the bandwagon too, and being women yourselves no less, it's humiliating for both of us.
They use their emotions as a free ticket to say and do things indiscriminately, without thought and honesty. Cultivating emotions (and sharing them) should enrich you and help you grow, not make you regress even more.
#well that went on.....#lol#no but i have thought about it and it bothers me#i dont want to be uncharitable but credit where credit is due i guess#naruto#anti ss#anti sakura#anti hinata#ask
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i’m not confident i can write fics anymore like maybe i can only write lil fragments and moments here and there but i am having fun with that for now so here if anyone is interested have a scrap of a hellcheerington/steddissy something that has larger context 2 me but may exist only in this form for a long time
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“C’mon, Cunningham, you can’t really like the sound of that stuff,” Steve wheedles, but Chrissy only shakes her head, emphatic.
“No, Steve, I love it,” Chrissy says, eyes suddenly wide, intense. “It’s like — It’s so much noise, and it makes my brain just —” Her hands raise up in front of her as if trying to contain something he can’t see. She mimes what he can only guess is her manhandling a cloud back into shape. “Do you know what I mean?”
He thinks maybe he might, but he quirks an eyebrow for her to continue, and she does, leaning into him conspiratorially.
“Look, between you and me, it’s not what I put on when I’m trying to listen to music,” she admits, her eyes darting across the room to find her boyfriend over in the kitchen with Robin. “Don’t tell Eddie I said that,” she breathes, even as her gaze softens at the sight of him, and then she’s looking back to Steve with her eyes still all gooey and warm. “But it’s the fastest way to turn my brain off.”
That he definitely gets. He knows what it’s like when things are rough up there, when it’s a cacophony of noises and voices that aren’t even your own. It’s something they share, though Steve knows it’s not quite the same for them these days. It’s been a year and a half since he broke under the weight of Nancy’s belligerent bullshit, a year and a half since he really started learning what it means to be Steve and not just King Steve. Chrissy’s still pretty new to it, to figuring herself out, and it sounds like she’s still getting plenty of the live feed, too, creating a screechy feedback loop of stinging words and self-doubt. He’s seen for himself the strides she’s already making, the way Eddie seems to pull an otherwise-unseen confidence right out of her, but it’s still a lot. Sometimes you just need to rest.
So he hmms, knocks his shoulder into hers companionably, but fixes her with a begrudging look that lets her know he believes her without accepting the fundamental premise that metal is good, actually.
She giggles, knocking his shoulder back, and that makes him go just as fond as she had a moment ago. He holds eye contact for maybe a moment too long, enough to watch her turn a little pink, and then he glances back over to Eddie to give them both a reprieve.
“Fastest,” he echoes back a moment later. “But not the best?”
He peeks out the corner of his eye to see if she’s still looking at him and instead catches the way she flames red. She must’ve looked away when he had, followed his gaze to Eddie, and now he has free rein to clock the way she’s squirming, suddenly bashful.
“Um,” she squeaks, and it’s a long beat before she speaks again, Steve watching in fascinated silence. “Sometimes Eddie will smoke me out, and that’s good too,” she says, and he knows that’s not whatever made her blush a minute ago. Chrissy thinks she’s a good liar, but she’s never had much reason to lie before, never had someone who really wanted to know the truth the times that she had. Besides, he might’ve gone through his whole post-Nancy rut, but he was still Hawkins High’s resident casanova before that. He knows what a lady looks like when she’s all worked up.
“Sure,” he says instead of calling her on it, filing away that little nugget of information to definitely not be examined and revisited at a later date. “Yeah, in my experience, that’ll definitely do it.”
#hellcheerington#steddissy#eddie x steve x chrissy#eddie x chrissy x steve#chrissy cunningham#steve harrington#stranger things#st fic#my writing
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* i've been thinking about a swap AU for the stanley parable a lot lately, and that led to me rewriting the countdown ending monologue. im pretty happy with how it turned out, so im deciding to share it here too
* a few things i should mention: nathaniel is the narrator, and anything in quotes is his dialogue. everything not in quotes is the storyteller's/stanley's dialogue. and while that isn't mentioned here, the storyteller communicates through subtitles (no dialogue/voice)
* i hope y'all like this :)
Oh, Nathaniel, you finally activated the controls! I was wondering when you would do that. I'd say I was surprised, but I'm really not. Even after learning that not a single thought or action was your own for- what? Years? You try to control the machine yourself. Did you want a taste of their power? Did you want to feel in control for once?
Oh... Nathaniel. It's cute, really. Don't you get it? That machine won't do anything for you. You were just supposed to shut it off and go out the door. Be grateful that you're making it out of this office alive.
If you wanted to write your own story, you're going to have to pull a much bigger stunt than that. You really aren't as powerful as you think. Here, I think you'll find this relevant: Nathaniel suddenly realized that he'd mistakenly activated the system's emergency detonation. Should someone attempt to activate the machine without proper DNA identification, hidden bombs were set to detonate and destroy the entire building.
How long until then, huh? I'll give you... two minutes.
Oh, wow, this is so much more entertaining, don't you think, Nathaniel? Now's your chance to go do something big! You're the focus here! I'm really throwing the reins to you; you can choose where this story goes.
This is a lot funner than what I was originally thinking! Shame that we only have two minutes to savor it.
Only seconds until those bombs explode, but how precious each one is! That's time to talk about you, me, the direction we're going, the meaning of this all... where should I begin?
"Where- where are my coworkers? I want to know where they all went."
Your coworkers! A bit of consolation before everything burns? Why not? I'm feel like being a nice person. You'll be dead soon anyway. I'll tell you where they went, Nathaniel: I got rid of them. That machine? I shut it off and set you free.
Well, that was only one version of the story. Sometimes when I tell it, I just let you sit in your office forever, pressing buttons and ultimately dying alone. Or I let the earth swallow this building, consuming everyone inside. Or I let it go up in flames.
But, you know, this storyline has been really entertaining. Watching you try to wrap your head around all this and take back the control denied to you... it's very amusing. I almost hate to see it end!
Oh, well. I'm certain whatever I create on the next round will be even greater.
Hey, look! Only thirty-four seconds left... but I'm having such a blast! You know what? Let's put some more time on the clock; why not?
These additional seconds are priceless, Nathaniel. Time waits for nobody!
"You are insane...!"
Well, that's a little rude. What's wrong, Nathaniel? Do you have no idea what to do or where to go? Or did seeing that timer make you believe that something here could stop it?
Just look at you, going from buttons to screens to doors, clicking on every little thing! While you've been very quiet these past minutes, I can guess at your thoughts: Something here has to work! Something, anything, will save me!
What makes you believe that, Nathaniel? That there's a way out? A solution, a victory, an ending? Do you have a clue to what your purpose here is?
Hahaha! Nathaniel! You're going to be really disappointed. Spoiler alert: that timer means nothing to the story. It's just counting down until your death.
I'm only keeping you here instead of in a cutscene because I want to see every moment that you're helpless, to see that sweet desperation in your eyes.
There's no challenge, no action, no drama. Just tragedy.
You wanted to control this game; I respect that. But I'm destroying it first, because I can't let you do that.
Pay attention to the time, Nathaniel. Thirty seconds left for you. Thirty seconds until this big explosion, and then silence. No ending, really, just you blowing up into smithereens. What are you going to do? Hang onto your fragile life, or just let it go? One last choice! Get the most out of it. Or don't. I don't care either way. All part of the gag. And just so you know, I'll be laughing at every moment of your inescapable life, from when the game starts up to when I say: The En-
#the stanley parable#the narrator#stanley#sort of? i mean it's still them but swapped-#my writing#swap AU#yea i'll put those tags on too#agh. im going insane over this game.
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Hiii!!!
Guess what I was doing instead of writing my fanfic! Participating in a Tumblr event (tehe)
Wrote a little something for this event yo @bunnwich
Anyway, yeah. Hi, I was that funky weird anon who asked if it was ocs only bc I... Had no ocs. Glad it doesn't need ocs tho bc I'm like weak for Idia and Leona and seeing them together makes me very happy
So, ye
Enjoy?
Yuletide? Trusty reindeer?! Leona couldn't give a damn about any of that! What was with that drawing anyway? Why were there only two slips? Because of the headmaster's poor excuse of a joke, he ended up as some trusty herbivore for a radish sprout that looked like he'd pass out if Leona got too close. What a joke! All he wanted to do right now is go to the botanical garden and-
Also readable on AO3 tehe!
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Hm. He's got a little issue. Idia's little sprout brother stood between him and the botanical garden doors and, by the looks of it, Ortho wouldn't let him pass by so easily.
"Aha! There you are, Leona Kingscholar!" Ortho hovered over to him, displaying a rather cheerful expression, "Niisan has given me a request to go find you, so here I am! Will you spare us a moment of your time? I promise it'll be worth your while!"
Leona didn't want to go and see what Idia was up to, but if it was for that yule thing he probably had to, "Why does he want to see me?"
"He wants to show you a super cool mount he made to make Yuletide a little easier for you two to navigate."
"Alright, fine." Leona stepped aside for the little guy to show the way, "Lead us there."
"Roger!"
Leona followed Ortho for a long while, leaving the botanical garden and his morning plans far behind him. They walked past the school and several dozen trees, finally arriving at some discreet clearing far away from campus. A rather large sleigh sat in the middle of the clearing, filled to the brim with a generous amount of gifts and a single radish sprout.
"Oi, radish sprout." Shouted Leona as he walked closer, the sleigh seemed surprisingly new, "What's all this about?"
"O-Oh Leona..!" Idia fumbled with his tablet for a brief moment before holding it in front of him, letting the device do all the talking, "Fuhihihi! Welcome, my trusty reindeer, to the most exciting event of your week! Do you like my sleigh?"
"It's… nice. I don't have to pull it around, do I?"
"Sevens, no! We're not going to do something so cringe! We're in the future, Leona, we have no need to use such a slow method of transport. Instead, I got us a mount that…" Idia pointed dramatically into the air, "Can fly!"
"Fly? Really?" Leona leaned against the sleigh, "You made a sleigh that could fly in two days?"
"It's easy to do, I just didn't sleep. Ezpz." Idia seemed pretty smug about his terrible sleep schedule, "Anyway, do you know how to properly drive a flying car? It's easy if you don't know, I can teach you the basics in under an hour."
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Unexpectedly, driving around in a flying car with Idia and Ortho is… fun. Well, fun enough. Leona got free rein, so he could fly anywhere on campus that he wanted, but he had to listen to Idia talk about fifty different video games. The only thing they've done together game-wise is chess! Not videogames, chess! It's rare to see Idia so animated, though, so… whatever. He could listen to more nerd facts as he drove around if it meant that Idia wouldn't freeze in fear at every little thing.
"- and so, that's how you can get a total of ten cupcakes during your ACNH birthday party." Explained Idia as he shuffled through his bag, gripping his tablet in one hand and pulling out a bundle of crumpled paper with the other, "Anyway, you drive fine now, so we can get on to the main event."
"The main event wasn't me doing a couple loops with this car?" Questioned Leona as they passed by the top bit of NRC for the sixth time that afternoon, "I thought that was thrilling."
"We almost lost a couple presents!" Exclaimed Idia, smacking Leona lightly with his tablet, "And that stunt wasn't it! We need to test this sleigh and deliver a few gifts."
"Why?"
"I want to see if we can go no contact and just drop gifts on people, that's why I have Ortho in the back." Idia flipped through a couple of the pages in his hand, "You probably shouldn't run over anyone, but I encourage scaring people to death by nearly running them over. Particularly Azul, he beat me in Monopoly last week through dirty tactics-"
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Yep. Nothing like walking through the snow miserably. Against all odds, Ruggie found himself running late. Not that late, but still, pretty late. His class went on past the bell, the line at Sam's store took forever, and now the hyena found himself crunching through the snow with Jack. He met up with the guy on his way out of the store but… still. It feels a little awkward that he's making Jack lug around all the laundry stuff he bought earlier. Jack was super willing and everything, but still. The help is appreciated at least.
"So…" Starts Jack, perhaps uncomfortable with the silence between them, "Have you heard what has been happening today?"
"Are you talking about the murder sleigh?" Questioned Ruggie, "Yeah, it would be pretty hard to miss the gossip floating around the halls about the mysterious flying vehicle that nearly mowed down a couple students today."
"Yeah, that sleigh." Jack keeps on trudging ok through the snow, "It didn't kill anyone yet, but it tended to target students who were alone in open spaces."
"... Yeah?"
"And we're alone… in an open space. We won't get run over next, will we?"
"Huh." Ruggie hadn't thought about that before, but they sure are walking in an open space with nobody else around, "Probably not. What's the chances that the crazy murder sleigh would want to-"
"Wait." Jack paused with a small twitch of his ears, "Do you hear something?"
Ruggie stopped in his own tracks, trying to catch on to the mysterious sound Jack was referring to. He could certainly hear something… it's faint, like the jingle of bells and the clunking of several… boxes? He wasn't sure. It was nearly impossible to hear the bells over the crunching of snow and their idle chatter, he's surprised Jack hear the noise at all. Still, why does it sound like that bell jingle is getting louder by the second?
"Where is that sound coming-?" Ruggie turned to look behind him, coming face to face with a sleigh in the sky that's coming straight at them, "Jack! The sleigh! It's coming for us!"
"What?!" Jack hauled the bags he held over his shoulder as he started running for it, "We have to go, Ruggie! Run-!"
"Don't run!" Yelled something from the sleigh that's hurling itself towards them, "Duck! Get down!"
Jack and Ruggie were on the ground in seconds, holding their breath as the sleigh sped on by over their heads. Part of him swore that he saw the vehicle graze the top fluff off of Jack's ears, it went way too close to them!
"Great seven…" Ruggie cursed as he slowly lifted himself up from the snow, "Are you good, dude?"
"I- Yeah." Jack's gaze seemed to follow the retreating sleigh that flew off into the evening sky, "Are you good?"
"Well, I'm certainly not roadkill." Ruggie spun around briefly, looking at their surroundings, "The stuff I bought isn't crushed or anything but- hey!" Ruggie pointed towards two neatly placed present boxes that had somehow appeared behind them, "Look! Did the sleigh drop these?"
"Maybe?" Jack carefully approached the gifts, grabbing one and flipping it around, "There's a tag here, this one says 'For Jack, from the green one and his reindeer'. Wait, it's for me?!"
"Does that mean the other one is for me?!" Ruggie quickly picked up the other box and grabbed the tag, it had his name on it, "Dude! It is for me!"
"Should we open them..?"
"Why not? It's not like the sleigh is coming back for them."
Jack merely nodded in agreement before tearing open his present, "No way! Succulent crochet for beginners, I was looking up this book last night!"
Oh boy, Ruggie was looking up different types of laundry detergent last night. He really, really hoped he wasn't about to get laundry detergent. Maybe he should save this thing to open later-
"What did you get?" Questioned Jack, eyes brimming with curiosity.
Well, no avoiding it now. Ruggie carefully undid the neat ribbon before tearing apart the wrapping paper, revealing… four dozen doughnuts? Oh yeah, the other thing he was looking up last night, how to easily make four dozen doughnuts while hungry. He never managed to accomplish that, mainly because the BOOgle results sucked, but now he got what he wanted with zero effort. Ruggie popped open one of the doughnuts, expecting to get some plain ones, but what greeted him instead were twelve doughnuts that seemed to be individually decorated to look like spotted hyenas. That's… really cute, actually.
Jack leaned over his shoulder to look at his newly acquired doughnut haul, pointing at one of the various hyena doughnuts, "Hey, Ruggie, that one looks like you!"
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"Did you see their faces?!" Idia seemed close to tears besides him, face adorned with a huge grin, "Gold! They're expressions are almost as good as Azul's look of pure panic!"
"I got a pretty good shot of their faces!" Exclaims Ortho with his camera, "We can print you a copy if you want, Leona."
"Sure, why not." Leona couldn't help but smile as he saw the Shroud brothers do a fist bump, "Who are we scaring to death next?"
"They were the last people we had on our test run list, actually." Idia leaned back in his seat, "Can you land us near the botanical garden? You'll be free of your reindeer duties for the day afterwards."
"Oh. Yeah, sure." Part of Leona had hoped that this would last longer, for he's having a better time than expected with the Shroud brothers, but he shouldn't be selfish, "You don't want to land where we started?"
"Nah, too far, the botanical garden is closer." Idia grabbed his discarded tablet and held it up to his face, letting the device do the rest of the talking, "We can take the long scenic route to the field if you want to spend more time with me!"
"Hah, you wish."
Idia huffed behind his tablet as it continued to rattle out words, "You'd definitely fail if you were in an otome."
"Good thing I'm not in one then, yeah?" Leona landed the sleigh with ease outside of the botanical garden, "Here we are, radish sprout. Anything else you two need before I get goin'?"
Idia lowered his tablet to speak with his own mouth once more, "Yeah, I've got one more thing." Idia motioned towards Ortho with his hand, "You still got it?"
"Yep!" Ortho produced a present, dropping it onto Leona's lap, "Happy Yuletide, Leona!"
"Happy Yuletide, Leona. I had to get my trusty reindeer a little something so… tada. Take it with you as you get off, ok? No throwing it away!"
"Alright, alright." Leona carefully held the gift as he got off of the sleigh, "Are we still goin' to have our chess rematch this weekend?"
"Oh defs. " Idia did a little finger gun as he slid on over to the seat Leona once occupied, "This Yuletide job of ours won't stop me from kicking your ass." He quickly left after saying those words, guiding the sleigh off into the sky.
Right. What did Idia get him anyway? Leona tore open the wrapping paper, revealing a rather soft pillow with a nice silk pillowcase folded to the side. This is nice, it could probably replace his usual nap pillow as well…
Wait, does this mean he owes Idia a gift?
#bunnwich winter event 2022#Kni's writing#This is so skhdkshsjs#I'm sorry if it slightly tastes like leoide I tried making it neutral-ish but I'm not immune to leoide#also not sorry because I stan leoide (brainrot)
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You're not my dad, bro
I think Nanako is maybe everyone's dad though, lmao. "Are you causing trouble under my roof, father? Are you starting shit? 'Cause I'll end it."
Thanks for the assist, Nanako. She is singlehandedly going to keep this investigation going just by providing cover for me and my dipshit crew who bring fucking full sized katana to the food court.
uh.
holy shit
It is after dark. I just went up to my room to sleep. and my homeroom teacher is calling me and asking me to meet him at a gas station.
right sure okay i'll just go do that, that seems normal and not likely to end in a third fucking murder, yep sure, just gimme a sec to run up to my room and jot down my final will and testament, i'm sure nanako knows where the nearest notary public is in inaba and is willing to get it signed for me, mmhm
BRUH WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME AFTER DARK AND MAKING ME COME OUT TO GIVE ME THIS, IT IS A SUNDAY NIGHT, SCHOOL IS TOMORROW, YOU WOULD HAVE SEEN ME
breathe
its fine. okay.
anyway. after that brush with death, yosuke and chie talk about their shadow selves and note that Reverie didn't have one before attaining his Persona. Now, Yosuke thinks Reverie got his persona outside the TV!Saki Liquorstore, but we know from being the player that Reverie had Izanagi in a dream the first night after arriving in Inaba.
Which. Yep. Pretty weird. Metatextually, we could be Shadow Reverie, but that doesn't seem MegaTen's style. I hasn't known one to tap on the fourth wall in that specific way yet.
Whatever, I'm not going to guess this from the start. As long as it's not Ryoji again, I'm fine with it. We can literally only go up from Ryoji.
Chie's the Chariot. That tracks. Forward momentum at all costs. The Chariot is meant to learn to wield the reins, unifying conscious and subconscious to gain more control. I'm cool with this.
Velvet Room. The spoiler-free walkthru I'm using (I heard a suggestion to use it for the first month just to learn about various mechanics bc P4G has a LOT) had me leave and re-enter, and Marie seems just thrilled to bits to see me. At this point, I am becoming inured to the fact that literally no one is nice ever in this town. SIGH.
Marie is... not of man. Okay. /blinks
What is the Velvet Room... Margaret says everything that occurs in here is tied to our destiny and specifically the contract we have to fulfill. In P3P, no one but FeMC could see the Velvet Room, and in P4G, same case.
Nngh this is the kind of thing I wanna crack like an egg but the answer genuinely might be "this place is a vehicle of the story (pun intended) and exists to facilitate it."
So the Velvet Room is Atlus. There, I solved it. Quod erat demonstratum.
Because Marie is "not of man" (a term Margaret pointedly refuses to elaborate on) I should take her out to explore the world outside, apparently. Like my dates with Elizabeth in P3P.
Please don't blush, you're a bit too tsuntsun for me right now.
Margaret also calls me the next morning to talk about quenching my heart's yearnings, so I think she wants me to go find Akihiko and cry into his ample pecs until he hugs me because I am SO ALONE in this town.
But first I have to join a sports club. And culture club? I have zero recollection of these. I think I may have even skipped a sports club in my initial PS2 playthru bc I'm petulant and hate sports. Buuuut I need S-Links.
So:
do you know akihiko gives good hugs? i mean that's why he spent three years in boxing club, right? to give better hugs?
you know who i know gives good hugs? Mitsuru. she'd pull a whole jennifer lopez "come into my coat" thing, i bet you
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Hi guys
Just a question
Was anyone actually interested on doing the Lee!philza month-
cause I’ve seen nothing in the tags yet, no offense to anyone but I just want to know, cause I’m worried that people just forgot about this. (Some said they might due to motivation and I get that)
And I’m looking back at other Lee!/ler weeks or month prompts that usually get ppl to write or draw. And I’m like, what am I missing?what’ve I’ve done wrong?
I feel like I’ve added too much, or not giving free rein to do whatever they can think off.
Apologies for the ramble, don’t have to read I guess. But I feel like I’m doing something wrong.
Please let me know if I am in the comments.
Please.
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ARB Birthday Special: Luis Kōkyū
~~ October 25th ~~
"Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity."
Login Lines:
"Hmm... what is it? I'm on my smoke break. If it's something to do with a customer or an emergency in the kitchen, I'll be there in a bit. But for the next five minutes, I don't want to be bothered. ...Alright I'm back. What's the prob... what is this? A... present? ...Why?"
"My... birthday? ...Oh yeah. That is today, isn't it? I never really celebrated it much. It's just another day in my opinion. Of course, that never stopped my Abuela. ...But anyway, thanks for this. It was really... appreciated."
Voice Lines:
"...Is it bad that the other people in town knew it was my birthday and I didn't? Guess that shows how much I think about it. But I guess being on Dios' Earth for 10 decades is a reason to be rejoiceful. After all, the life expectancy for most people seems to decrease day by day. ...Sorry, I got off point. Point is, maybe I should start paying more attention to this day, I guess.
"Hola abuela. Sí, gracias. ¿Me creerías si te dijera que honestamente olvidé que hoy era mi cumpleaños? Fue necesario que los miembros de mi personal me dieran un regalo para recordármelo. … Lo sé. Sé que debería ser más consciente de eso, pero es un poco difícil encontrar una razón para celebrarlo cuando no tenía a nadie con quien celebrarlo cuando era más joven. Sí, sé que no es excusa. Intentaré hacerlo mejor. Arrepentido."
(Hey grandma. Yes, thank you. Would you believe me if I told you I honestly forgot today was my birthday? It took my staff members giving me a gift to remind me. …I know. I know should be more mindful of that thing, but its kinda hard to find a reason to celebrate it when I didn't have anyone to celebrate it with when I was younger. Yes, I know that's no excuse. I'll try to do better. Sorry.)
"Tomi, what a pleasant surprise. I figure you'd be too busy getting ready for a party or counting your money to get a gift. ...Oh so you are capable of memory and emotions after all. Be still, my beating heart. Fine, what is it you went out of your way to get me? ...A knife sharpener? Hmm... well, I have noticed my blades have been getting a little dull. Thanks, I'll definitely make you of this. ...Oh get over yourself, you prick. I'm a chef. I work to feed your ass, not kiss it."
"Hey, Karada. I shouldn't be surprised that you got me something. What I am surprised about is that you didn't remind me today was my birthday. I figured you'd be all for that stuff. Yeah, whatever you say. So, what did you get me? ...A chef's mat? For relaxing my feet after a long day of work? ...Yeah, I think I can see that. Perched up on my favorite arms chair with a newspaper and this below my feet. Yeah, I'll think make use of this. Thank you."
Tomi Lines:
A most joyous happy birthday, Luis. Actually, I do have a party I have to attend soon, so I'm afraid I can't stay long. And I have bankers to count my money for me, thank you. ...Do not think that just because it is your birthday that gives you free rein to insult me. I will not allow it. Hmph, whatever. Just take this. I remember the other day you mentioned that your blades were getting dull, so I thought to buy you this. Personally, I'm a little disappointed in it. It was even over $200. But as long as you like, I'm content. ...Thanks, from you? Please indulge me more. ...Fine, have it your way."
Karada Lines:
"Happy birthday, Lu! I can't believe you're already 30! Man, I can't imagine being that old. And of course, I got you, something man. You're my bro! Your birthday only comes once a year, you gotta celebrate when you can. Anyway, I got you this! You mentioned a month ago that your feet were aching for some reason? I would have hired you a masseur instead of this, but they didn't have any cute girls, only guys. But I hope this thing works out for you! Aww, no problem, Lu! Like I said, we're buds!"
#hypmic#hypnosis mic#hypnosis microphone#hypmic oc#hypnosis mic oc#tomi chōten#karada kessaku#jet set trio#aoyama division#happy birthday luis 2022#alternative rap battle#hympic arb#luis kōkyū
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Week ending: 8 April 1954
Another week with a song that I know. And after the intensity of Granada, this one's a welcome break. It's still dramatic, but like a warm bath, it eases you on into the drama - with a killer hook into the chorus that I reckon most people have heard, even if they don't know it.
Secret Love - Doris Day (peaked at No. 1)
Oh, I like this song. Doris Day did, apparently, too - she was played an early version of it by its composer and is on record as being very impressed. She clearly is giving it her all here, and apparently she did this one in one take. "That's it. You're never going to do it better," said the musical director, or so the story goes, and the rest was history.
It's a song from the film Calamity Jane, which I haven't seen, and probably should watch at some point. It's a musical comedy, all about the romance between real-life sharpshooter and all-round American frontier character Calamity Jane and famed gunslinger Wild Bill Hickok. There's romantic hijinks, punch glasses being shot from hands, and stagecoaches, and every shot I see from it makes Doris look like an actual badass.
The song I guess must be about how Calamity has a crush on Bill? It's fairly straightforward, but lovely and very sweet, and you can tell from the way Doris sings that she loves the piece. I can't quite explain how it carries across, but it really does.
We start the song quiet but still expansive, with this warm horn line, and a load of slow, tinkling strings. The violins are just playing this subtle vibrato in the background, and there's these cascading harp glissandi - all very magical-sounding, but not too obtrusive about it. I like it a lot.
Then Doris comes in, and her voice here is so warm and soft, as she sings about having a crush that she tries to keep to herself at first: "Once I had a secret love / That lived within the heart of me / All too soon my secret love / Became impatient to be free". It's a cute concept. She's so in love that she jut wants to tell everyone. There's no indication given of why this love has to be secret, which lets you imagine various "forbidden love"-type scenarios.
The lyrics are kept really simple, almost fairy-tale, as Doris sings about how "I told a friendly star / The way that dreamers often do". It's still gentle and sweet at this point, and there's this delicate countermelody on a violin that keeps us in the realm of the slightly magical and whimsical. But then out of nowehere, the line that makes the song...
"Nooooow I shout it from the highest hills / Even told the golden daffodils!" It's a soaring, triumphant success of a line - if you were expecting conflict in this song, a sense of regret about people knowing Doris' secret, you've got another thing coming. She's luxuriating in being able to tell people, and I love it - a song about being out and proud about your love (the gay reading is 100% there, please tell me somebody else can see this!)
The line about telling the daffodils, in particular, just skirts the right side of the line between sweet and cheesy - I think if Doris sang it less tenderly, it might feel cheesy, but she sells it wonderfully, holding back just enough, with that beautiful interval on the final note, just above where you expect it to land. It's glorious, and sweeping, but not a decibel louder or more intense than it absolutely has to be. It's not restrained, per se, but it does rein things back in pretty quickly, and I admire that.
And then we get our final lines, about how "At last my heart's an open door / And my secret love's no secret anymore". Again, I appreciate that there isn't a sense of regret, just a sense of relief. Doris' love is a public thing, and whatever mixed feelings she might have about that, she can also enjoy just being open about it. There's an earnestness to it that is impossible not to like.
We then get a repeat of the verse and chorus - which normally would feel repetitive, but when you're working with material like this, you can and absolutely should repeat it! Plus, in between, we get a nice little instrumental bit where, rather than slowing things down, we actually speed up, with the strings recapping the theme from the verse, with a "clip-clop" sort of bassline. It feels fitting for a Western, but also, it doesn't scream "This is a Western theme!" Compared to Frankie Laine's Western themes, for example, it's really quite subtle, which I appreciate.
Overall, a definite hit. As I said at the start, I really like this song - one of my favourites yet, and very likeable. It made me sing along, in my bedroom, which very few of these songs do. And the more I've listened, the more I credit that to Doris' loving, earnest performance, which just goes hard enough, and no harder. Brilliant.
Favourite song of the dreamily string-soaked bunch: Secret Love
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Kat’s Character Take-Ovember
Inspired by @cherry-bomb-ships ‘s F/Ovember event!
Hello! My name is Kat and, in the spirit of events happening this month, I’ve decided to participate in the form of a character takeover on this blog featuring my two favorite dorks.
What does “Character Takeover” mean?
This event specifically is a character takeover event that will last from today (November 2nd) to the last day of the month (November 30). I’ll be giving these two characters control of my blog during that time.
When I say “giving them control of my blog”, I’m referring to the one-person event that where someone gives a character/persona/etc. control of their blog and invite people to ask them questions.
Why “Character Take-Ovember” and not “F/Ovember”?
It’s a personal preference thing. I’m not particularly pleased with the event name I came up with, but I wanted to call it something else. Partly because I wanted to use ‘Take-Ovember’, and partly because I wanted to be descriptive, I guess? Idk.
That being said, F/Ovember is a very good name. 10/10
What should I expect/How do I participate?
You can expect in character answers from Shota and Shikamaru, depending on who you specify. I can also answer, if you have any questions for me specifically, lol.
As for participating, you can send in asks or requests addressing one of the two characters holding the reins, or me if you want. You can also run something like this on your own blog, if you feel inspired to do so! Like I mentioned earlier, I was inspired by @cherry-bomb-ships (and have referenced their rules for this, if that wasn’t obvious >v>;; ), so feel free to run with whatever you feel inspired to do.
If you have any additional questions, feel free to send me a message or an ask. I’ll be happy to answer! If you want more information on the characters taking over, I’ll leave some information below the cut. :> Have fun, everybody!
About the Characters
Aizawa Shota
Pronouns: He/It
Age: 31
Birthday: November 8
Warning: Possible MHA Spoilers through roughly Ch. 337
Introduction
Hey. Hizashi gave me an idea of what to expect from this. Don’t be weird. I will accept pictures of your cats.
Nara Shikamaru
Pronouns: He/They
Age: 28
Birthday: September 22
Warning: Post-Shippuden, Canon Divergent
Introduction
Yo. If I’m going to be doing this, let’s at least try to make it interesting. As long as you don’t ask any invasive questions, we should get along fine.
#takeovember#f/ovember#fovember#self ship community#self ship event#event faq#takeovember faq#kat participates#kats f/os#lets see how this goes#>v>;;#selfship#f/o#f/o community#fictional other#soulbond#takeover#character takeover#f/o takeover#event
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