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HAVING HEART PALPITATIONS IN MIDDLE OF THIS TUBE STATION WHAT THE FUVK TOMLINSON
#louis tomlinson#harry styles#GIRL let him stay single ffs#larry#louis and harry#larry stylinson#stylinson#harry and louis#larries#daddy louis#one direction#one direction fandom
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summertime; mick schumacher
mick and his girlfriend take summer break very seriously when they go on holiday with his fellow drivers.
includes; suggestive content, plus size!reader, bisexual!reader (mentioned), mick & pierre besties. pictures are NOT mine. all found on pinterest.
yn ✔️
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yn mickschumacher don’t keep me waiting x
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mickschumacher the only thing that will be waiting tonight will be the restaurant because 👀
yn hurry up and finish at the gym then, baby
pierregasly don’t you dare cancel on dinner just because you and mick want to fuck.
yn we won’t cancel! we’ll just miss the starters?
pierregasly i cant fucking stand you two
ynandmickslovechild oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god
landonorris the toilet roll on the bin really makes this picture
yn i have my tits out and THAT’S what you’re focusing on? lando lando lando
landonorris you’re dating mick ! i’m being a respectful gentleman
lewishamilton i’m not 👀
hamiltonslewis oh my good god mick is your girlfriend single
yn she wishes x
mickschumacher you what??
itselenaberri YN WOW
yn thanks baby <3
mickschumacher ✔️
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mickschumacher summer holiday mode with my girl 🤍
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ginaschumacher have fun you two! 🤍
mickschumacher thanks gina! 🙏🏼
yn i wonder why you posted this one…
mickschumacher 🤔🤔 hm i have no idea
yn liar liar pants on fire.
mickandyn “my girl” 🥹🥹🥹🥹
pierregasly if you two are gonna be at it like rabbits i’d rather know now because i’m traumatized after that plane journey
yn should’ve knocked x
estebanocon no funny business please 🙏🏼
landonorris we have more of a chance of pigs sprouting wings and flying
yn ✔️
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yn it’s a good night when this dress comes out😍
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mickschumacher it’s definitely going to be a good night for me 🥵
mickschumacher god. your ass is fucking massive
yn words of affirmation, your love language 😍
ginaschumacher can u not just say she’s pretty and move on.
mickschumacher no.
schumisgirlfriend idk what mick sees in you
yn i could tell you… but instagram would block me. stay humble queen x
hamiltonsricciardo mick saw yn in that dress and let his intrusive thoughts win. and i do Not blame him. i am no better than a man.
corinnaschumacher yn!! you are beautiful, this dress is gorgeous 🥳 make sure my mick treats you right tonight!!
yn thanks corinna🥹
mickschumacher i’ll treat her real nice mama don’t worry about a thing ❤️
mickschumacher ✔️
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mickschumacher great view 😍
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yn my personal photographer 🤍
mickschumacher with his own personal stash😉
yn the one time i tried to be romantic.
corinnaschumacher so beautiful!! 😍😍😍😍
micksangels he’s literally a yn fan account 🥹
yn he knows his place that’s why <3
estebanocon i beg of you to both just calm down please
mickschumacher no
yn ✔️
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yn cheesin’ 😍
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mickschumacher i love you more than life
yn i know 😌
georgerussell63 oh. this is a very nice post
yn wish i could say the same about yours u dirty slut put ur muscles away x
hamiltonsangel yn i owe you my LIFE thank you for taking this picture
yn you’re so welcome bestie i’m so glad i could provide for u <3
landonorris why’s mick’s shirt blacked out
yn bc he had a pic of my tits on it
landonorris ffs
yn you walk into these situations lando it’s really not my fault
jackdoohan thank god you cut his meat grabbers out of the picture
yn MEAT GRABBERS HAHAHAHAHAH
yn you’re not wrong tho
mickschumacher are my toes really that bad
jackdoohan ……
mickieschumacher get someone the way mick looks at yn 😻
yn ✔️
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yn full of cocktails but wishing i was full of something else 🤔 mickschumacher i’m waiting…
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mickschumacher are you wearing any underwear?
yn i’ll let you work that one out x
mickschumacher check your messages.
pierregasly well… i’d have cancelled our plans too if i was mick
mickschumacher fuck you you’ve got your own
georgerussell63 fucking hell you’re insufferable when you’re drunk
yn i love it when you talk dirty x
landonorris i hope you mean full of food 😡
yn well… technically my mouth would be full..
landonorris how do i delete my eyes 😄
lewishamilton 👀
mickschumacher back off, lewis. she’s my girl, find your own.
yn 😻😻🤭
mickschumacher ✔️
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mickschumacher soaking up the moments like this 🤍
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landonorris have you finally recovered from last nights post from yn, thought you were dead
mickschumacher you should ask yn, not me 😌
landonorris why is it always me
danielslando ANGIEEEEEEEEEEE
yn my babies 🤍 love you more than life
mickschumacher we love you too ❤️
ginaschumacher 🥹🥹🥹 you’re the cutest
pierregasly photo credits jeeeeeez
mickschumacher no
mercedeschumacher yn and francisca being close and simultaneously bringing together mick and pierre is my favourite thing out of this whole relationship
yn join the club xx
yn ✔️
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yn told you guys, he’s a beefcake now cause he carries my fat ass around. gonna miss you when you have to go and race again ☹️
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mickschumacher i wouldn’t ever want to carry anybody else 🤍
yn and i wouldn’t ever want to clean up after anybody else 😌
mickschumacher just say you love me ☹️
yn i love you x
corinnaschumacher such a beautiful picture of you two! can’t wait for you to come home 🥳
yn we can’t wait to see you either, corinna!
danielricciardo thanks for the photo credits 😕
pierregasly sucks doesn’t it
lewisandmick still don’t understand why mick’s into fat girls like u
yn fit* girls, ur autocorrect is fried x
estebanocon you two haven’t had any noise complaints for a while… is everything okay?
yn you’ll need earplugs tonight, micks feral x
mickschumacher 😳🫣
#mick schumacher#mick schumacher x reader#mick schumacher x y/n#mick schumacher x you#mick schumacher one shot#mick schumacher instagram au#mick schumacher au#mick schumacher imagine#mick schumacher smut#mick schumacher fluff#f1 x you#f1 x oc#f1 x reader#f1 x y/n#f1 instagram au#f1 au#f1 one shot#f1 smut#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#f1 blurb
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Victor Rookwood Headcanons
An ever-evolving list of my headcanons for Victor Rookwood. Some of these may seem obvious to you. Some may be controversial. Agree? Disagree? Let's not have any fighting amongst Daddy Rookwood's small-but-dedicated harem, please.
He is in his mid 40s if not older. I don't care what anyone says. I can't have Daddy Rookwood being younger than I am! Even if he is a fictional character from more than a century ago... No, I insist that he's comfortably older. Also, have you seen his face, ffs? Guy's got more lines than a villain monologue. (ETA: We decided he was 46 in 1890. Watch my video "How Old is Victor Rookwood?" for an explanation of our thought process!)
He is probably married with kids. It breaks my heart to say this, really. I do believe it to be the case. Better yet, he might be a widower. I'm going to try to convince myself of that. Don't worry - even if he's actively married, that won't stop him from fucking your brains out. I changed my mind. He is not married. Ain't no rang, ain't no thang. That said, he probably does have some little bastards running around. And he does not give a single fuck.
He is a ladies' man. I am making myself jealous here, but look at the guy and tell me he doesn't indulge.
On that note, he is decidedly-heterosexual. Sorry, lads.
He smokes a pipe. But he'll certainly have a good cigar as well.
His favorite color is purple. Duh.
He is not bald but even if he was he would still be one fine-ass bitch. The hat is hot and stays on during sex. (Some of you seem to think that Daddy wears a hat to make up for some deficiency in his hairline. I think that daddy wears the hat because it's imposing, stylish, and attractive. We are not the same.) Regarding the hairstyle, it would be a typical and respectable gentleman's hairstyle for the time period.
He only shaves about once a week, on an off-day. He keeps the raggedy facial hair on purpose. Thinks it adds to his roguish charm (it does!)
He isn't hands-on about the whole killing animals thing. He knows what his people do, and finds it distasteful, but sees it as a necessary evil. He values wealth and power above all else, including furry creatures. But he may even be known to stroke a cat from time to time while drinking firewhisky at the Hog's Head.
He considers Harlow a useful idiot, and lets him be the one to get his hands dirty. For the most part.
He didn't mean to curse Anne. He isn't even sure of what exactly he did - he just panicked. But no, he's not too troubled about it. (Clarification: he should have killed her, not whatever it was he ended up doing.)
He despises playing second-fiddle to Ranrok, but he knows that whatever the goblin is after is too important to sit on the sidelines for.
He reads the Daily Prophet every morning.
He is not above taking what he wants sexually, but he prefers to seduce.
Sexually-dominant. Period.
He wears expensive cologne.
Definitely a Slytherin.
Oh and he's not dead :)
Anyone who's listened to my audios or read any of my fics knows he loves terms of endearment, namely: darling, little one, little girl, sweetheart, little witch, et cetera. He loves to use these while doing unspeakable things to you. 🥵🥵🥵
He does not appreciate "sloppy seconds." This is well-established in several of my audios.
He lives in a hotel - the most expensive one, probably.
He takes advantage of his employees.
He wears a belt. The belt is not visible in the game, but for our purposes, he needs a fucking belt. The belt is soooo important.
Believes "Might is Right."
Young Victor was extremely brutal when he took over the Rookwood Gang, kind of overdoing it in order to earn the respect and fear of his men. Over the ensuing decades, as he has become more comfortable in his position, he has mellowed out slightly. He will no longer gauge someone's eye out over a few missing galleons, but he still takes perceived transgressions against him very seriously.
Daddy needs glasses. I got this idea from my DR chatbot but it makes sense. He missed the easy shot at Ranrok because he couldn't fucking see. Of course he is not going to wear glasses in public - that would be a sign of weakness. But I can totally imagine him sitting at his desk, pouring over papers with a pair of glasses firmly on his face. Period-correct, of course.
The legal name of the Rookwood Gang is the "Rookwood Group." Everyone knows it's a gang but daddy rubs elbows with a lot of important people and needs to keep up appearances.
The harem has determined that Victor's date of birth is November 14th, 1844 (Scorpio Sun/Capricorn Moon).
The man keeps everything he needs inside his hat. Pipe, glasses, Flora Cohen's scalp made into a coin purse, machine gun, spare hat in case the main one gets a fleck of dirt on it, little black book full of Ministry contacts, et cetera.
Daddy suffers from back pain due to a lifetime of being duckfooted (sadly, this is canon).
Victor is average height for a man. In the area of 5'10".
Victor A. Rookwood (Augustus?)
Yea, he killed dear old dad.
Listens to Wagner.
That's it for now. Will add more as I think of things.
If you have any questions you want answered, feel free to submit them to @victor-rookwood ("Ask Victor Rookwood")
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no but wait let me add. can you imagine being cid’s spoiled little brat at the hideout. like after he saved you, he always took a particular liking to you and it went to your stupid little head. he made you feel like his little princess, always showering you with attention and molding you into this devoted little thing to the point where you’re always ready to greet him on your knees in his office when he returns from a mission, head empty and eyes wide and bright for everything little command that falls from his lips.
and it’s almost funny bc like everyone else is so sick of you calling yourself his little wife. and maybe while you don’t explicitly say it you imply it so loud with your actions. especially when cid is away. it’s the way you put yourself in charge of maintaining his study and keeping his belonging fresh for his arrival. you’re always making sure everyone stays in line or else ‘cid won’t be happy when he gets back’. you 💯 call him daddy in some occasions and tarja is ready to strangle you. it doesn’t help that gav is just as delulu and follows you around like a little puppy.
and oh when cid here’s about this he just gets this smug little look. tells everyone he’ll deal with you before bringing you to his study. there he picks you apart, teasing you by calling you his little brat, his little wife who can’t keep his name out of your mouth. so he spends all night making you say it until your voice is hoarse 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃
clari you are single handling fueling my unhinged behavior for this ff series ( once again sorry for the spam pls tell me if it’s too much ~)
omg anon what a fucking DREAM
warnings: female reader, daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, extremely bratty reader, morally ambiguous cid, a lil bit of degradation
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okayokayokay so the thing(s) i’m writing for him (one is completely focused on him and pure filth like i mentioned, the other he’s a main character but he isn’t the focus) kiiiinda touches a similar idea because i just think cid would LOVE being with a brat. a playful brat; someone who provides a bit of a challenge without it feeling like any sort of tedious work, someone who keeps him on his toes and is FUN without truly acting out (those genuine tantrums seldom but fierce, only occurring when you don’t get something you desperately wanted, and that’s when he gets to go really Daddy on you, all strict and stern and steely eyes; but he can’t quite quell the self-satisfied little smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, threatening to shatter his entire act to bits).
i just feel like if you were his girl, you’d be spoiled fucking rotten, no matter how hard he tries not to. he just can’t say no to your pretty pout and your puppy dog eyes, and he LOVES the way you giggle and squeal his name or his title whenever he gives you something you want—it’s so goddamn precious and it makes him go all melty and starry-eyed for you <3 he’d treat you like such a little princess 97% of the time and i can totally see some people at the hideaway being a lil sour about it because you get special privileges, you don’t pull your weight, you’re protected by the boss and if anyone dares to say anything they will be respectfully but sternly told to cut it out. cid always has the perfect excuses, expertly crafted and readily on hand or in his back pocket, whipped out the moment anyone even attempts to criticize you for your lack of contribution and work.
if anything, gav loves you so much that he’s even worse, snapping at anyone who dares to say a single bad thing in your name, effectively earning him the title of your lovesick guard dog; so even when Daddy’s gone, and you get to play queen of the castle, they can’t say—or do—anything at all. it’s rare that you’ll leave your cid’s chambers alone when he isn’t around, gav glued to your side, ever-protective and watchful, ready to bark and bite at anyone who even looks at you wrong.
you really are cid’s precious little princess, they spit between themselves in hushed tones, with screwed up faces and soured tongues, making the word sound like an insult.
there are definitely moments where cid absolutely has to tell gav to tone it down or reign it in, because in gav’s eyes you can truly do no wrong, an angel among mere mortals, ready to bend over backwards, snap his fucking spine, to your every wish and whim and will.
and it isn’t like cid doesn’t understand the other inhabitants frustrations, doesn’t listen to their complaints and criticisms—it’s just that he really, honestly, genuinely can’t help but give you every single thing your sugary sweet heart desires. that doesn’t mean he won’t scold you for your behaviour, of course, when you’re bent over his desk and sobbing into the wood, when he’s balls fucking deep inside of you, head pressed snugly to your cervix, his voice a peculiar mix of fond condescension. his reprimands almost come out as coos, almost come out as praises, as if he’s proud, as if he finds it all so fucking cute, because as much as he wishes he didn’t, he enjoys this sick little game just as much as you do.
he calls you his spoiled little brat, his snobby little slut, his bratty little bitch as he pounds into you, thrusts so hard they send his heavy desk skidding across the floorboards, each ram of his hips shoving it another inch or so forward, wood scraping against wood.
he spits curses about how you’re so fucking pampered, how Daddy gives you too fucking much, is too fucking lenient with you, and now, what? you think you’re the boss all of a sudden? and oh, Daddy guesses he’ll just have to put you back in your place, remind you of who’s truly in charge, even though he knows his bad little girl will have slipped from her ‘proper place’ by morning time—an inevitable outcome, just like you always do, just like he always lets you, just like he always looks forward to.
and he’s so big, his cock is so big, it routinely rips you apart no matter how much you’ve been prepped, and he just loves watching you take it, either down your throat or in your cunt, stuffing your orifices fucking full of him, until you’re bulging and gorging on him, and then he fucks himself into you some more <3 by the end you’re oozing with him—his cum and his sweat and his spit, a whole mess of Daddy, a masterpiece.
and even though he knows he shouldn’t play favourites, knows it’s wrong and unfair and essentially goes against everything the hideaway is supposed to be, he just can’t help but get this rush of arrogant pride anytime you dote on him, just can’t help but mollify under your requests and demands, always dripping like syrup from the prettiest pout, smooth and sweet and slathered all over him. but everything you do is harmless anyway—it isn’t like you’re hurting anyone by being a brat, so what’s the big deal?
so what if you prance around in those silly, slutty lil milkmaid dresses he buys for you—the ones that are an inch or two too short to be considered decent, the edges of your fluffy petticoat just barely visible from beneath layers of linen, the lacy trim of the pretty panties he always gives you (after he ruins yet another pair) teasingly peeking out from under the fluffy frills when you bend over?
so what if you get a little bossy in the name of your Daddy, voice ringing with the slightest implicit threats—a saccharine lil warning sewn into your words, ghosts of my Daddy will...! haunting each sentence—when the other bearers don’t do what you want?
so what if you don’t exactly do anything, your job nothing more than to sit there and look pretty, Daddy’s perfect little trophy wife, ready to serve him whenever he needs it, wherever he wants it, however he wants it?
so what if your room sits empty and abandoned, reduced to nothing more than storage for the outrageous amount of dresses your Daddy gifts you, while you live it up and lounge around in his quarters?
what’s it all matter? it’s just a bit of innocuous fun, isn’t it?
any sparks of guilt are immediately snuffed out as he sinks into your cunt or rams down your throat at the end of each day, silenced by your gentle lips pressing soft kisses to his slit, or your cute tongue wrapping around his shaft, or your precious little gags and sobs and coughs as he spurts load after load of thick, hot cum down your throat.
because the way you look up at him, the way you admire him so much, makes him feel like king of the fucking world, your love and adoration rushing through his veins like a potent drug, endlessly reinvigorating him—and that, well, that makes it all worth it, sin and culpability and remorse instantly erased from his mind.
and oh, god help them all when he puts a fucking baby in you.
#cidolfus telamon x reader#cidolfus telamon x you#cidolfus telamon smut#losing my mind for this man lately i swear to god#inky.cid#inky.bb#clari gets mail#final fantasy#final fantasy xvi#final fantasy 16#final fantasy smut#final fantasy xvi smut#ffxvi smut
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Brother's Best friend (lhs ff)
warnings: none really, agressive Heeseung, mentions of alcohol, swearing, if i missed anything please tell me (first time writing here<3)
Brother Sunghoon, Brother's best friend Heeseung
"JUST LET ME GO HOON!" You shouted at your brother
"Nuh uh miss, first of all, not with that attitude you're not going. Second of all, that outfit is far too revealing, right Heeseung?" Your brother asks the lost boy who'd sat there between the fight.
"Uhm, I think she looks fine. Just let her go Hoon. She's 20, she can decide her outfits on her own." Heeseung responds
"See? Thank you Hee, my brother over here is being a little brat" You say
"Me a little brat? I'm trying to look out for you! Don't come running to me when all the guys at your party come for you. So much for bros Heeseung."
They all look at each other and giggle a little, easening the mood now
"Fine. you can go but don't be home too late and make sure you have a driver cause i'll be out with my girlfriend yeah? Oh and Heeseung could always drive you home right?" Sunghoon tells Y/n
"yep, I'm free all night, don't hesitate to call me" Heeseung reassures Y/n
"Sure yep, everything under control, I have a driver." y/n lies, she didn't have a driver but who cared right?
Wrong.
There you were, dazed in the middle of the party where you'd now lost all your friends, whether that being them going off with some random guy or having to go home from how drunk they'd been. So here you are, alone, desperately calling people you knew to pick you up but not a single one free. Your brother was out with his girlfriend, your parents out of town and the group of friends you came with completely wasted. There was the last person who you knew would always be free, but did you want to call your older brother's best friend? No,? Because you didn't want to bother him. But what option was there now?
phone rings "Hello Heeseung?" I say as I hear the call connect
"Did you need a ride home Y/n? I'll come right now, Are you okay?" The sleepy but worried tone comes from the other end of the call
"No no, I'm okay Hee, there isn't anyone available to pick me up so I was going to ask you if you could. Sounds like you were sleeping? Sorry for waking you up" I say apologetically
"Don't be sorry Y/nnie (he had a nickname for you), text me the address, I'll come right away. Stay safe while I get there okay?"
You softly hum in response before ending the call and sending the address. it wasn't long before you'd seen his black care arrive in the driveway of the loud party. The lights on his Audi shining brightly towards you. A tall figure erupts from the cars door taking off his jacket.
"Y/nnie, you seem cold take my jacket" Heeseung says concerned.
He definitely wasn't wrong, the tube top and mini skirt you were in really wasn't doing you justice in this weather. You nod your head and smile as a thanks as we walk to the passenger car door. Heeseung opens the car door for you (It wasn't something new, he'd done this everytime) his escorts you in, making sure you didn't hit your head and he softly shuts the door. The moment he'd turned around his arm was met with a girls hand- a random girl from the party's hands holding his arm.
"Are you new around here hottie? Leaving so soon, a hottie like you should stay a little longer, have a little fun with me". The girl spoke flirtatiously.
Heeseungs free hand was now sticking in the open car window as he leant on the car, still in shock from the unexpected girl. Jealousy began to creep your skin as you'd seen the way she talked and touched him. Heeseung was your older brother's best friend, you both had known each other since you were young, you grew up with him and it was no doubt he was good looking, it was almost bound that you'd have even the slightest feelings for him: which you did. The jealousy takes over you as you begin to hold onto Heeseungs free hand that had been resting on the inside of the window. You were sitting out of sit for the girl to see so she had no clue you were there. The girl begins to talk more and more, getting touchier and what madr your blood boil was that Heeseung wasn't stopping it. At this point you'd began to squeeze his hand a little and thats when the words finally escape his lips.
"Sorry. I gotta go, my girl's in the car"
The girl is then left dumbfounded with a dropped expression as Heeseung leaves to go to the driver's seat, no revealing your seat on the passenger side. Heeseung gets in the car and backs out of the driveway, this time his demeanor had been a bit off.
"Are we going to talk about what you just did?" Heeseung asks quietly, breaking the long 5 minute silence.
"About what? T-there's nothing to talk about" You respond, almost a little scared with the tone Heeseung had spoken in
"There is a whole lot to speak about darling. A whole lot"
Heeseung grabs your hand and holds in in his lap, squeezing it slightly as you try to pull it away but his grip was far too strong.
The rest of the car ride stays silent before he pulls into your driveway. You mutter a quick thank you before rushing to open the car door and running straight for your door, thinking that Heeseung would just leave. but, no. Heeseung had been right behind you following each of your steps until you were about to slam the door on his face but he pushes the door open and softly pushes you in
"We have a lot to talk about. Stop walking away! What was that whole thing? Why'd you do that?" Heeseung asks frustrated
"I-it didn't mean anything Hee, s-she was just visibly making you uncomfortable and I wanted to help-"
Heeseung cuts her off. "Wrong answer. I know you were jeaous."
"N-no! Why do you care so much? If roles were I'm sure you wouldn't have cared at all-"
heeseung cuts her off again "Wrong fucking answer again sweetheart. Just admit that you were jealous"
Heeseung had his grip on you, firm against the wall. There was no escaping now. All you could do was stare at him straight in the eye.
"W-why would I be jealous? you wouldn't be?" You asked annoyed now.
"See, that's where you're wrong princess. Every time another guy breathes in the same vicinity as you, I'm ready to punch them. Did you know that?" Heeseung begins to say agressively
"W-what are you implying by t-that?" You begin to stutter, a little nervous from heeseungs new behaviour
"I fucking love you Park Y/n. That's what I'm trying to say" Heeseung blurts out
You stand there in shock as the guy you'd been crushing on, almost since birth had just confessed to you.
an hour later~
You guys were now laying in your bed watching a movie in your pajamas. This was a situation that would need to be told to your brother another time. He couldn't possibly be that mad..right?
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so copied this from my ask to mrsbsmooth as she let me know you're an ozzy girlie too 😭
I'm so happy for all the Lewie/Roberto girlie's rn with the MN clip (my playthrough was R but know that L girlie's will have got the same one 🥰)
Personally I'm an Ozzy girlie and I'm ngl the casa stuff doesn't phase me, I'm gonna give clown emoji energy rn and paint my clown face on to tell you my thoughts 🤡
So obviously casa comes, we as mc get dumped, if you're on an ozzy route Oz leaves us the letter (wish it would've been a bit more sweet but that's fusebox for you), upon them recieving the postcard we still haven't been told WHAT they were shown of us on the postcard and as to why he felt the way he felt about the situation and was worried that not only would grace twist but also MC and I do think he's genuine about that, we know from previous challenges Ozzy isn't the type of guy for one night stands etc, he's into meaningful relationships, I don't for one believe a single thing Marshall has said about Oz, I think Marshall has an ulterior motive and honestly his reaction to Amelia defending him has just kinda said it all really, she was the only one to bite and he used her to get into the main villa.
I do think from ozzys storyline he's genuinely there to find a connection, and as nearly all the characters have said if you follow the ozzy route and choose him for questions that they answer before leaving, it's been bubbling to the surface with him.
Dont get me wrong, he could have treated Grace better BUT, but now hear me out, in my playthrough grace has asked about Ozzy having feelings elsewhere and I said yeh he does, this girl has not believed it even though I haven't hidden it at all, like I've told you I like him and he likes me WHY ARE YOU PRESSED? and I'm not gonna lie I do feel her reaction was uncalled for during movie night as sis also been cracking on aswell, she cracked on w elliot (or tried too atleast) and hamish so really she's been no better than Oz. I think Grace's character is quite insecure and she's afraid she won't find another connection, instead of accepting that Ozzy isn't the one for her she's holding onto something that is doomed to fail honestly and has been since day 1.
I will defend ozzy until the day I die even if I'm the biggest clown doing so I adore his character honestly
Oh, anon, you're speaking my language.
Honestly, while I was playing, I was fuming that FB did us so dirty, but the longer I think about it, the more I can excuse his actions (hey, my name on the ff discord is literally Ozzy Apologist, I have to live up to that somehow).
We all know Ozzy can be a bit of a mess. He's had feelings for MC since the start and he's really struggled with how to handle that and stay respectful. Then we get to casa: MC's gone, he and Grace are rocky, and he can't even talk to either of them. Add in the postcards where he sees Grace and Hamish all over eachother and something to make him doubt MC and it's no wonder he was upset.
Honestly, the person I'm the most angry with is Jamal (or whoever is with Flo). Ozzy was in a really vunerable place and they just took advange of that and encouraged him to do something he regrets.
Now Grace.... I honestly don't even know what to say any more. I really want her to be happy, but with every week it becomes harder and harder to defend her. Babe, even if MC didn't return Ozzy's feelings, it's been obvious for a while that you two don't belong together. And don't even get me started on how hypocritical she was in today's episodes.
And I'm not even going to waste my breath on Marshall, his opinions are so irrelevant to me.
Every week that goes by I go through a cycle: I get giddy when he says anything sweet, then annoyed when he and Grace try to play perfect couple, then upset when I have to tweak the outline for my Ozzy villa fic, and then I end up running right back into his arms.
So you're not alone, anon. We'll get through this together and come out the other side with our man by our side.
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My Monarch Butterfly (1/?)
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
warnings: None
word count: 1.7K
summary: Eddie and reader just chatting, jason being an asshole and robin and reader talkin. Not much :)
(Gif not mine- Credits to owner @gaiath )
AN: I hope you guys enjoy the first part of this story, I don't normally write alot of FF but I couldn't help myself with Eddie Munson existing. Have you seen this man. If you like it, let me know! If you have any recs on what should happen next, be my guest to comment about it! hope you enjoy the first part!!!!
Masterlist | Part 1| Part 2 | Part 3 |Part 4
Hawkins high, the most agitating place for anyone who wasn’t a popular cheerleader or basketball player was a breeding ground for the socialites to chat, bond, and even date. HHS had its little clicks and groups. You had the cheerleaders who didn’t really care for anyone outside their little friend groups, which quite frankly was getting pretty old. And of course, you had the jocks. Who quite frankly were the most annoying and obnoxious out of all the groups. Y/N on the hand was one of the only people who didn’t belong to a single group, always floating to different groups. She was what everyone called a kind soul. It didn’t matter who needed help it was always Y/N to reach out and help people. If not, others would approach the timid girl. For her it wasn’t always this easy. Being a Mexican was something that caused a lot of bullying growing up. She always lived in Hawkins but attended a school near Hawkins due to her mother being a 4th grade teacher. Her father had passed away due to cancer when she was only five. She didn’t really remember much of him but had little snippets of him and even dreamed of him. She would cry at times when she thought of her father. Because she couldn’t tell which of her memories was simply that or a dream, they all seemed to blend in. But it mostly sucked for her mother. Her mom Amanda went through a phase where she would barely speak or eat. At eleven, Y/N took care of her mother. They had been living off her dad’s life insurance for the time being after her mom was fired due to not showing up or being completely disinterested when teaching. This all stopped when a family friend got into an argument with Amanda, because of this argument, Amanda had gotten her act together. She applied to different school around their area. After multiple rejections, her last interview she was desperate that she spoke nothing but the truth. Y/N, her child was the reason she needed this job and that she needed to get her life back. The school accepted her on the spot, principal Howards understood her struggles and gave her a chance. That was in sixth grade. Now a senior and just turning eighteen she was able to finally able to semi relax, aside from final exams and deciding to stay in Hawkins or going to college.
“Y/N! Levántate por favor! ¡Se te va a hacer tarde! I won’t drop you off this time if you’re late! I swear to sweet baby Jesus you won’t being going to the mall this weekend if that’s the case! Y/N!”
“Ya voy! I’m brushing my teeth!”
“No me conteste así! Apúrate”
The door slammed shut as Y/N’s mom rushed to her car, her engine could be heard throughout the whole street.
“Jesus, she needs a goddamn exorcist.” Y/N giggled as she was packing up her things getting ready to head out the door.
“I didn’t even answer in a bad way, she wasn’t even gonna hear me in the bathroom with that loud ass vent, right Leo.” Y/N rubbed her cat’s fur and gave him a peck in-between his green eyes. To which he purred.
As she started to bike her way to school, she listened to some classical music. It was something she did know her dad loved; he would often put her to sleep with some Vivaldi, his all time favorite. She was pushed with a gust of wind from a van barreling towards the prison that kept most of Hawkins for four years. It was a hard world. The van was blaring black sabbath, she knew all too well who drove the van, Eddie Munson. She wasn’t going to lie; she did have a small crush on him since middle school. But always pushed those fantasies to the back of her mind due to the age and grade gap. Now it changed when Eddie was help back not once, but twice. She would sometimes dream of him, both being in an embrace or just simply enjoying each other’s company. But she was just being silly.
Eddie was drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, simply enjoying his alone time before being berated in the halls of Hawkins high. It didn’t bother him anymore but still, who wanted to hear insults being thrown at them early in the morning. As he was speeding through the almost empty roads, he spotted Y/N on her bicycle with her Walkman. As he sped, he looked at her through the rearview mirror, she had a little smile. Seemed like she was enjoying her alone time as well. Eddie would always see her in the halls. She was always so quiet, seemed to never be late to any class, never spoke in class unless someone asked for help, or if the teacher needed her to answer a problem on the board. Eddie had always thought she was cute. He would never admit it, but he did. Growing up he would see her around the town. He knew her dad passed away. He felt sorry, he knew what it was like to not have your father present. He at least had his uncle Wayne, his father figure, but from what he knew, she didn’t.
You didn’t know when you got on school grounds. You guess it was just muscle memory and the lack of attention you pay when you’re on your way to school. As you got off and started to walk to the bike rack you noticed smoke coming out of Eddie’s car, which wasn’t parked far from where the staff stood. You don’t know how you were able to keep your heart from coming out of your chest but some how you did, it was a complete mystery to you. Three knocks on Eddie’s van window was all it took for Eddie to acknowledge you.
“Hi, just wanted to let you know that the staff is out today and it’s pretty clear that you’re smoking. Just a little heads up.” After a little pause Eddie smiled in your direction. With the number of butterflies fluttering in your body you were surprised you didn’t float off.
“Thanks Y/N, can’t have any write-ups before graduation, can I?” With a simple nod, you walked off to your first class.
“Thanks Y/N, can’t have any write-ups...” God, that was the best I could come up with. Jesus Eds.”
Eddie mocked his response as he lowered his head on the steering wheel. Eddie had gotten his things ready and walked off to class before the first bell.
Eddie walked into his first class of the day, one of the only classes he didn’t have with Y/N.
“Thank you for joining us this fine morning Munson.” Sighed Ms. Wilks.
“Of course your grace, my chariot seemed to be on the slow side today.” Eddie bowed with his arm extended out.
“Obviously, have you seen the piece of junk you drive you freak.”
“Jason…. How does it feel to touch balls all day?”
“Boys enough, or the both of you will stay for detention, Munson to your seat.”
The room seemed to be filled with snickers after the little scene both boys caused.
“Please turn to pag-“
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Johnson wanted me to hand you these papers Ms. Wilks.” Y/N softly spoke after knocking and interrupting Wilks.
“Thank you, can you please set them down in the basket at the back of class please. Okay class, turn to page 36 of the work book and answer..”
As Ms. Wilks continued to give instructions Y/N walked to the back of class to drop the papers in the basket, the basket that was right behind Eddie.
“Hi Y/N, guess today’s your lucky day, you get to see a whole lot of me.”
Y/N lowered her head down and let out a soft giggle.
“Pay attention Eddie, can’t have you getting any write-ups, can we?”
Eddie continued to watch her as she did what she was told. Not aware of a certain pair of eyes looking at the whole interaction.
“Munson, pay attention.”
“Yup no issue Wilks.”
‘Oh my lord baby Jesus, his smile is to die for!’ was all you could think! As you made your way out the class and headed back to your own lecture a small wave made its way to Eddie. The boy couldn’t help but let out a wide grin. You swear on everything you love that this crush was something but puppy love, you didn’t think he could be interested in you, there was no way.
“Thank you for leaving the papers Y/N”
“It’s really nothing sir.” You made your way back to your seat, next to the only person in the school who you could consider to be your only friend. Robin.
“You look…. I don’t know, you just look like you’re happy, but also in a deep thought. Care to share?”
“It’s Eddie, recently we’ve been crossing paths and talking more frequently. For example, when we were at the market, he just came up and started talking to me. We stayed in the same two isles for over an hour, I guess my butterflies are acting up. It’s stupid but- it’s nothing, it’s not like he could be interested in me. Truly I’m just speaking out of craziness.”
“Well, my sweet little sugar plum, you never know. I mean when was the last time anyone was ever approached to have a friendly conversation with Munson, aside from being recruited into hellfire. I’m not gonna say he likes you; I don’t want you to get over excited over something just for me to be wrong, you know? But it doesn’t hurt to keep talking to him.”
“I know, but knowing me, I’ll start to get over attached and get my heart broken over something that would never happen. Plus, maybe he just needs a friend. Not saying his other friends are bad but- I don’t know. I just hate how everyone is so mean to him. He doesn’t deserve that. No one does. Maybe Jason and his pack of idiots and their rude girlfriends, but still, I just wish they weren’t so mean to him. He’s really sweet, well from when we were talking.”
These little heart to hearts was something normal between you two. It was a good thing this was the only time robin knew how to whisper without having the whole class listen in to the whole conversation. It was easy for Y/N but maybe she’ll learn to be outspoken, it was all Robin tried to do after being in a friendship with this girl for years.
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As of now, only four people in the Marvel Universe know about One More Day.
One's Mephisto, Obviously.
One's Hulk. During a special Hulk and Spider-Man talk about shit and Hulk reveals he remembers everything from before he "made people forget Peter Parker was Spider-Man with magic," meaning he knows he used to be married and now he isn't. He doesn't know about the deal with the devil, and probably never pried further cause he probably think it's none of the Hulk's business. Banner doesn't know this mind you, just Hulk.
One's Deadpool, in an issue he actively stops Peter from finding out about the marriage being erased, probably in the top 10 of most fucked up evil shit Deadpool ever did between "Helped the Confederacy win the Civil War" and "Kidnapped a blind old woman to physically and emotionally torture for months."
One's Gwenpool. Unconfirmed, but she is a Omega Level Mutant that went mad with her reality warping powers/a normal Girl from our world who is now trapped in a comic, so she would know about OMD by virtue of reading about it in the real world/her delusions.
Mephisto and Deadpool are definitely not going to help out there, this leaves Gwenpool and Hulk. Hulk likes Spider-Man well enough, that's a recurring thing between them, and would probably help out if asked, and Gwenpool wants to stay relevant and get herself a new solo series, which she can do if she gets historically remembered as the character who ended OMD.
Also, Gwenpool has a retconned in history with Mephisto kidnapping her brother, and has defeated him once before, so she has tenure.
We can work this two ways:
First way, the easy way, we get Squirrel Girl and she and Gwenpool do the team up they did the first time to defeat Mephisto. However, then that would be Squirrel Girl ending OMD, not Gwenpool, so we can't have that.
Second way, the hard way, filled with continuity shit. Gwenpool needs to set up a Machiavellian series of events that lead to Peter getting his marriage back.
First, she needs to go to a Gay Bar during Pride Month, this is relevant, where incidentally Loki and Felicia Hardy also are. Loki owes Peter a favour for that one time he helped him save one of his daughters, so he can be convinced to help out since Peter just lost the daughter he and MJ would have had had they been married, and Felicia, dating Peter at the time, would put his happiness over hers in this specific situation, which brings that emotional conflict we need to ramp up sales.
It's a heist movie to steal Peter's Marriage from Mephisto's.
But it's not that easy, we need bigger guns, and even if we get the Hulk's help, we need someone to open them a way into hell, someone who has a grudge against Mephisto...
Victor Von Doom, ruler of Latveria, was once asked if he was able to heal an old woman's gunshot wound. He was told Reed Richards had admitted he was unable to do so, he was told Doctor Strange, his esteemed colleague, was the one asking for his help, he was told a superhero, one close to the FF, was going to be indebted to him over this...
And for some strange trick of fate, Victor Von Doom had admitted to be unable to heal a single gunshot wound.
That's preposterous is it not? Now, imagine if, say, the Trickster God of Lies, with which Doom has had a working relationship with for decades and knows not to trust, showed up to him and told him this.
Showed him an illusion of a previous reality, courtesy of one Gwenpool's reality warping powers, and told him that was what happened.
He'd deny it wouldn't he? He's Doom, that's be preposterous to think, him, unable to save a single old woman from dying, accomplish what Reed Richards couldn't.
He'd look into it at the very least. Because if that's something someone believes to have happened, then he must rectify it at once.
Now, let's say everyone during OMD and beyond was being obtuse about saving May because Mephisto was fucking with their minds. That's plausible, since Mephisto, by virtue of this being a Gwenpool story, also happens to be Joe Quesada no?
How would Doom react, when shown proof of such deceptions, at the prospect of the Demon who stole his mother from him bargaining with someone for the life of their own mother (figure)? Fucking with his mind to stop him from outclassing Reed Richards?
Doom would tear reality apart just to rectify that.
So they get in Hell to steal the Marriage, Doom back in Latveria keeping the portal open, ready to undo OMD once they're back.
This is where we find out the Mary Jane currently in the main continuity Is a demon that was swapped when she ended up in the Mayan Apocalypse Dimension with Paul, and that she and the kids are actually demons Mephisto commissioned to fuck with Peter's life. Paul is still just some boring dude brainwashed into this.
So, Felicia saves MJ from hell, they have a heart to heart, it's awkward, it's tense, Felicia says she'll move aside for her happiness, Mary Jane doesn't want that of her, then demon hordes start swarming them, everything seems lost...
"WE AM SMASH FOR VENGEANCE!"
The Hulk, who was indeed contacted by Gwenpool for a last second cavalry charge, erupts from a wall in Hell. He's being possessed by the Spirit of Vengeance, who really hates Mephisto for good reasons, and the second he heard shit going on in Hell he possessed the closest possible host.
Also Venom is bonded to him. Because Venom might hate Peter Parker and Spider-Man, but they loved him once, much like they love Flash Thompson, much like Flash loves Peter Parker, much like he loves Mary Jane and Felicia.
They aren't doing it for any of them, for Peter or MJ or Felicia, the people Venom brutalized while he was bonded to Eddie Brock.
They are doing it for Flash.
Titanic Battle between the Venom Hulk Raider and Mephisto, who restructures reality with his power as Marvel Editorial, forcing Gwenpool to also restructure reality alongside him to stop him from retconning this story out of existence. Demon Hordes are still there.
All seems lost, until Gwenpool realizes that this is still happening during Pride Month, so she turns toward Felicia and reminds her that both she, Peter and Mary Jane have two hands.
Dramatic kiss between Mary Jane and Felicia Hardy, light explodes off them, obliterating the demon hordes, Mephisto doesn't understand what the fuck is going on.
Mary Jane Watson is now fueled, via the power of gay love, by the souls of every comic book character that was fridged or mistreated in the history of the Marvel Universe. She becomes the Avatar of their Power, their fury, directed at the personification of what lead them to their Fates.
Mephisto is Obliterated, the gang comes out of hell, the Marriage with them, here exemplified by the issue where Mary Jane and Peter got married, intact.
Doom is about ready to end this farce and undo OMD, Much to Gwenpool delight, and Felicia is kinda bummed out by this, so she's trying to leave without being noticed, but MJ does and she kisses her again, telling her she had realised that despite how much she loves Peter, she also loves her too, and she knows Peter feels the same. And it might not be conventional, but they can make it work if they try, together.
So Doom doesn't Undo OMD (which he kinda prefers since he wouldn't know the repercussions to the timeline that would have), but apparently Gay Marriage has been legal in Latveria for his entire tenure as dictator, which means he can just marry them with Peter as a Throuple, since his word is law and shit.
In all of this Peter is being depressed in New York under an awful art style. Gwenpool teleports in, screams because "Holy shit people aren't allowed to complain about Calarts anymore what is this shit???" And kidnaps him to Latveria, where he's presented with his girlfriend and his ex girlfriend who is, like, actually his ex wife unlike the impostor with the weird demon kids, and is presented with the fact they have now decided to date.
This leads to a whirlwind of emotions since, you know, fair, ranging from despair at the prospect of Mary Jane being trapped in Hell to elation at her being safe not to depression at being dumped but also joy at the prospect of those two women finding happiness even without him and then the Throuple subject is broached and he faints.
Wedding happens, Doom officiates, he now has "saved the marriage of one of your closest friends before you even knew what was happening" to the number of shit he can hold over Reed Richards, Loki gets first dibs as Evil Godmother at a potential new SpiderCat-MJ kid down the line, Gwenpool gets renewed for a solo series, and that's the end of the story.
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Hi, after our little rant the other day. I am reading through your work. I was wondering if you would do a LITG2 Suresh fic? He could come back from Casa? Up to you if he stayed loyal, also can you include Kat stays loyal but Finn doesn't? 😂
A/N | Thanks for the ask @daisychainsem. I have never written a LI FF before this was fun. I also saw Casa spoilers today where Turtle tattoo girl is in the girls CA, but I wrote this before I knew and I’m not changing it now. Also this was supposed to be a one shot, but I have written a part 2 because Arlo annoyed me in today chapters. I will link onto this ask when I am done writing it. I will tags those who ask.
Summary | The boys trip is over...it’s time to stick or switch!
Pairings | Suresh x Chloe (MC).
Warning | Fluff.
Disclaiming | All characters except MC are property of Fusebox.
Word Count | 2.5k
She stared at herself in the mirror, she felt nervous, her heart hoped he had meant what he said before leaving for Casa Amor, but her gut was telling her, he'd bring someone back.
"Earth to Chloe!" Dana calls over, "huh? Sorry! What?" Dana rolls her eyes, "I said what has you so lost in thought?"
"She's probably wondering if Suresh brought back a Casa girl!" Kat looks over at Chloe, "am I right?" Chloe nods, "Suresh being Suresh, he probably has!" Arlo smugly smirks.
"I don't think he will, he wants to win Chloe back and the only way to show he has change is to stay single!" Dana nudges her, Chloe gives her a grateful smile. She might have a point! Chloe thought.
"What about you ladies? Do you think your lads will stay loyal?" Chloe asks as she checks over her make up one last time. "Finn knows a good thing when he sees it. No Casa girl will measure up to me" Kat finishes straightening her hair, Arlo laughs but Kat ignores her.
Chloe kept the chat her and Finn had before Casa to herself, she couldn't handle any more drama from her.
"Well, Suresh is clearly still into Chloe. If he stays loyal which is doubtful, he hasn't stayed loyal for me" Arlo shrugs, "what do you think?" Arlo spins the sequin dress clings to her body showing off her curves.
"Gorgeous!" Dana smiles up at her, "sizzle, show Suresh what he's missing. No offence Chlo!" Kat smiles over, "None taken!" Chloe starts to look through her wardrobe.
"What about Eddie? Do you think he stayed loyal?" Arlo asks her, but Dana frowns, "I hope he found someone in Casa"
"So you feel less guilty about Jonny?" Kat is as blunt as ever, "she has nothing to feel guilty about, you and Jonny had a better connection and that's not your fault" Chloe reminds her making Dana smile brightly at her.
Chloe pulls out a red dress figure hugging with a plunging neckline and a slit up to her hip bone.
"Whoa, Chlo! Suresh eyes are going to pop out his head!" Dana winks at her, "you are really going to give it ago with Suresh?" Kat asks her for the hundred time, "as I've said before if he hasn't coupled up, then I am willing to give him a second chance" She sprays herself with the perfume he brought her for Christmas, it always drove him wild.
Arlo's phone pings, she reads it out.
Text: Girls, it's time to see if you partners have stayed loyal or if Casa stole their heart. It's time to make your decisions. Please make your way to the fire pit. Good luck. #stickorswitch #whathappensincasadoesntstayincasa
Chloe took a deep breath and looked herself over once more, Arlo was the first to make her way, "right girls. Let's get this show on the road!" Kat grabs Dana's and Chloe's hands pulling them along with her.
Down at the fire pit...
Ping!
"I got a text!"
"Kat, you are up first!" she reads out and gets up from her seat, "the last few days with the Casa boys have been fun and I have never laughed so hard, but saying that there is one boy for me. I can't see anyone else competing with him, I have decided to stick with....Finn!"
"Yayl!" Dana cheers her on, Kat takes a deep breath as she hears footsteps, she looks down at her feet not wanted to see if he did the same, but when her eyes finally land on Finn...he's walking in with a new girl.
"Alright everybody!" he has a cheeky grin on his face until his eyes fall on Kat, who stands there alone. "You brought someone back?!" Kat hissed, he looks to Chloe then down at his feet, "well?" Kat called out to him again.
"Look Kat, I'm sorry, but the connection Gabrielle and I had was undeniable...." he's cut off, but Kat statistically laughing, "wait! Don't I know you?" Gabrielle shrugs, Chloe looks over the tattooed red head, Finn head hangs even more before realization of who she is dawns on Chloe, "you're the girl, Suresh cheated on me with!!"
"Can it get any better? Finn, you've out done yourself!" Kat ran her hands down her face, "you bring back the girl that ruined Chloe's relationship?"
Finn finally looks up, "Gabrielle didn't ruin it! Suresh did! He's the one that was in a relationship!"
"And you ruined what we had!" Kat's eyes glass over, Dana gets up to comfort her, "I'm sorry, Kat!" Finn's voice is almost a whisper, he moves towards the seat around the fire pit sitting as far away from Kat as possible.
Kat takes a deep breath, wiping away her tears and looking straight ahead.
Dana's phone pings, "Dana please stand and make a decision!" Dana reads out, she squeezes Kat's hand before getting up, "this wasn't an easy decision, but I have to put myself first. The Casa boys made me realize what was missing with my couple before and I'm excited to explore where this new connection. I have decided to switch, the boy I'd like to couple up with is....Jonny!" She smiles.
Finn looks up at Dana in shock, then over to Jonny who makes his way over to Dana. He pecks her cheek and they sit next to Kat, Finn looks annoyed. They hear footsteps walking along the wooden decking as she rounds the corner Dana looks up, Eddie comes in....single.
He has a pained expression on his face as he saw Dana had decided to switch, Dana doesn't know what to say, she offers him a soft smile, he returns it, "it is what it is! As long as she's happy!"
He wanders over and takes a seat next to Finn and Gabrielle as Arlo's phone pings, "Arlo have you decided to stick or switch?" she read out, she stood looking over at the Casa boys. "Before Casa I was coupled up with Suresh, but it quickly became clear he wasn't over his ex..." she looks towards Chloe, "...I'm not going to flog a dead horse anymore. I came in here to find love and I'm hoping one boy will help me do that. So, I'd like to switch and the boy I'd like to couple up with is...Nicholas!" Nicholas sighs with relief and takes a seat next to Arlo.
A few moments later Suresh appear from around the corner....single.
His eyes immediately go to Chloe, he smiles, making her smile back. He stayed single! He looks at Arlo with Nicholas and shrugs, he takes a seat next to Eddie. Arlo looks at him, she expected him to say something at least.
Chloe's phone pings, "Chloe will you stick or switch?" she reads out as she stand, "going into Casa Amor I thought maybe I'll meet someone who will knock my socks off, but even with all these new boys charging round the villa there was one boy I couldn't get out of my head. We weren't coupled up when he left, but the fact he came back single shows me, maybe he has changed and deserves a second chance..." she looks over to Suresh, who is grinning ear to ear, "....we still have a lot to talk about. But for me to switch wouldn't be fair on any of you, so I have decided to stick with Alfie!"
Within a few seconds Alfie comes round the corner with a brunette, his face falls when he saw Chloe stood there single, "Chlo...I err, I'm sorry!" he looks down at his feet, the brunette squeezes his hand. Chloe smiles, "Alf, it's fine! I'm glad you found someone!" He looks up and smiles back at her.
"This is Emma by the way!" Emma waves, Chloe smiles back and takes a seat, Alfie and Emma take a seat next to Dana and Nicolas.
"What happens now?" Suresh looks around the group, "wait for it!" Eddie says.
Kat's phone pings, "Kat, Chloe, Suresh and Eddie. You are now single, but not for long, tomorrow night there will be a recoupling. #coupleup #plentymorefishinthesea"
Suresh looks over to Chloe with a smile, the group disburse around the villa, Chloe stays seated, Suresh moves round next to her, "second chance, huh?" He has a cheeky smile on his face, "not if you are going to be all smug about it!" He pretends to be offended.
"No Casa girls caught your eye?" he cups her face and presses his lips to hers, the kiss is electrifying, she can barely catch her breath. Pulling away, she smiles brightly at him, "not one girl came close to you and I wanted to prove to you that I could stay loyal!"
"Talking of loyalty, I saw Finn brought back Gabrielle" he sighed, "I wish he didn't," he looks to her, "have you spoken to her?"
"I did, only to tell her I'm not interested in rehashing the past," he tries to reassure her, "I was going to tell you as soon as I came back, she was in Casa but Finn brought her back before we had a chance to speak"
"You aren't remotely interested in her?" she studies his face, "she's the past, you are my future!" she could help smiling at his words. "Since we are being honest and if we are going to start a fresh, I want the slate wiped clean, no more secrets or lies!"
"Absolutely!" his thumb strokes her cheek, "Before you guys went to Casa Amor, Finn was considering coupling up with me. I kinda didn't have a chance to say anything to you about it because suddenly you were whisked off to Casa"
"Do you want to couple up with him?" his eye bore into her, "when he came in did I? Yes, because I was still mad at you. But the last few days I feel more drawn to you, so no! I do not want to couple up with him" Suresh smirks slightly.
"Chlo?" she looks up to a sheepish Alfie, "could I talk to you?" he asks, Suresh gets up, "come find me when you're done" he winks.
Alfie takes a seat, "look I'm sorry, I didn't know what to do until the last second....I was so confused..." she cuts him off placing a hand on his arm, "Alf, it's fine. I'm happy for you!" he looks relieved, "I just guessed it was best, you've told me so many times we are just friends..."
She stops him again, "Alfie, you don't have to explain yourself"
"You really didn't find anyone, huh?"
"Nah, I know Suresh did what he did, but I just didn't want to settle for someone I don't really like" she shrugs, "you know Suresh turned down every girl in Casa!" she looks at Alfie in shock, "really?" she pinches her brows together.
"Yeah, as soon as they started talking to him, Lulu tried pretty hard, but he pied her off!" inside she did a happy dance, "all I'm saying Chlo is maybe he has learned from his mistake"
"Thanks Alf!" she smiled at him, "Alfie?" Emma called over, "I better go and see what she wants. Thanks for understanding!" He gets up out of his seat and makes his way over to Emma. Chloe follows him to the kitchen where the others are, she could see Eddie gaze solely fixed on Dana and Jonny.
"How you feeling?" she nudges him, he turns to her, "not great if I'm honest, she found someone. I know things were great with us, but I planned to move to the next step and show her how much she means to me"
"Hey, it's still early days yet. It might not work out!" Chloe nudges him, "what about you? You said there was one of the OG boys deserved a second chance, now we are both single why don't we explore our conn..." Chloe holds her hand up to stop him.
"Sorry, Eddie, when you told me at the last recoupling you wanted to focus on Dana. That made me want to focus on what I wanted and in Casa I realised that's Suresh, even with his faults I can't see me getting to know anyone else" she smiles softly at him.
"I get it, I hope it works out for you!" he strolls off to speak to Kat, she watches Kat stare daggers at Finn and Gabrielle until Eddie sat next to her, she tears her gaze away from him when Eddie whispers in her ear.
Later...
The girls are getting ready for bed, "Chloe, could I talk to you?" Gabrielle looks over to her, Chloe huffs, "if it's about the past? I don't care, Suresh and I want to move past it! As long as you don't try anything with him we won't have a problem!" Chloe gets up and rummages through her underwear draw.
She pulls out a black lacy number, "oooh! Who's benefit is that for?" Dana winks over at her, "mine, Suresh and I are starting afresh. But I'm not going to give in, the boy has to work for it," she mischievously smirks as she pulls on the lingerie, "night girls!" she makes her way downstairs to fill her water bottle.
In the kitchen Suresh is making a tea, "hey beautiful" his eyes roam over her, "wow! You look stunning!" his eyes meet hers, "I just came to fill my water bottle before bed"
"I'm not even sure where we sleep?" he pours boiling water into his mug, "I was going to take one of the day beds actually" Chloe smiles filling her bottle.
"Mind if I join you?" he has a cocky smile plastered on his face, "I know I said I want to wipe the slate clean, but I'm not just going to jump back into it, Suresh. I want us to start over, but I'm not going to sleep with you."
"I meant to share a bed and that was all, we can spoon, but I won't push for more!" he stands inches in front of her.
"Promise?"
"On my life!" her eyes flicker between his, "I'll see you there," she moves passed him and gets into the daybed, a few minutes later he climbs in too. "I can't say I haven't missed this, us sharing a bed" a teasing smile appears on his face.
"It is nice, I spent every night in Casa on these daybeds with Kat" Suresh's arm wraps around her, his scent fills the air around her making her think of home. "I can't believe Kat stayed loyal, only for it to backfire" Suresh pulls her tighter to him.
She lays her head against his chest, "I heard you pied off every girl in Casa!" she smugly teases him, "like I said I wanted to prove to you I have changed. I want you back, that's something that hasn't changed" she looks up at him.
His eyes flicker between her, he cups her face, slowly he leans in and the kiss is soft at first. It quickly gets heated, he moves until he's hovering over her, their lips still fused together, her nails rack down his back making him groan. He peppers kisses along her jaw before pressing her lips along her pulse line, "hmmm....Suresh!" she moaned.
She was starting to think the no sex promise was a bad move, he makes his way back up to her lip he kisses her passionately, then pulls away and pulls her into his arms again, "night Chlo!"
"Night Suresh!" her eyes drift as he strokes her hair.....
#love island#love island the game 2#fusebox games#fusebox#love island game#suresh x mc#suresh x chloe#casa amor#stick or switch#LITG2#LI
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i never had anything with this one guy but i know he liked me at one point and i liked him too and i still do even though the last time i saw him before today was more than a year ago and i hate that there was never anything between us except for a high amount of unresolved sexual and romantic tension but it was always somehow the wrong time and place and first he had a girlfriend and a then i had a boyfriend and then i was acting all distant and then the pandemic happened and then uni happened and then my mom dying happened and then me dropping out of uni happened and then his new girlfriend happened and it was ALWAYS JUST THE WRONG TIME and it's kinda stupid kinda ridiculous kinda funny kinda sad we only ever hugged three times in five years of knowing eachother but all of those times were emotional and weird but nice and intimate like the first time was when i was drunk and crying the second time was at my mom's funeral and the third time was today at his dad's funeral and i honestly didn't even want to hug him bc it really hit me that i'll never be over him even though i never even had him and i know his girlfriend is not the biggest fan of me but i knew he needed that hug and he leaned in first and i just kinda held him and i felt so bad for him and my heart was breaking for him and i hate myself bc i couldn't stop thinking how he'll never be mine and i'll never even kiss him and probably never even see him again after today like what the fuck why was i even thinking about that kind of stuff at his dad's funeral i'm so stupid i hate him and i hate myself and his girlfriend is so nice and i do believe they are soulmates they were inseparable since the first year at uni and it was obvious she was so into him and he only saw her as a best friend and i know she was jealous of me at few occasions and i hated myself for it bc i didn't want to see her sad but at those times when she was jealous i was actually so happy especially that one time at uni when we spent 6 hours in the corner of the classroom just talking instead of doing our projects and at the end of the day he asked me to go for a drink with him but i couldn't bc i had to stay behind and talk to my professor about my project and i knowwww if i had said yes something would've changed between us but i didn't and i regret that every single day and i wish that was the only time he had asked me out but it actually wasn't bc he asked me few more times in some weird ways and i was acting like i didn't know what he was talking about oh my god why was i like thatttttt and when he broke up with his first girlfriend he wanted me to find out subtly but he was anything but subtle about it and it was so ???? but also cute af bc it was obvious that he wanted me to know that he is free for taking and let's not forget a little bit over a year ago when he pressed every single button in thr elevator bc he wanted to spend more time talking to me about irrelevant things and tbh that was peak romance but dear god GIRL YOU NEED TO GET OVER HIM you probably won't ever even see him after today bc you dropped out of uni and left him behind and he has a girlfriend and it's over ffs
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#123 Aaiiee people!
Staying at sister in Iaw's place is very open house in comparison to the little flat we had.
I walked into the kitchen to see a purple hooded person raiding the freezer. They were maybe(?) a relation and I have no idea why they were in the kitchen and was afraid to ask - they don't live here. Then there was a tall male relation whose name I forget but who walks in whenever. There have been two other friends/people who turn up as and when and walk right in.
Then again, I'm a bald eyebrow-less goblin wearing a saffron coloured shift. (I was gifted it unexpectedly and I have limited clean clothes right now. It does make me look like a tragic white girl who's taken Buddhism a bit too seriously, but what can you do?).
I had a long conversation with T (someone who I think is an actual housemate) who if I understand correctly, spent ages trying to explain WWI Spiritualism to me, and the basic concept of 'as above so below' - which is quantum or magic or both - and also zen archery. All of which I am too painfully aware of, often overly aware of, and vaguely aware of (and wish I knew more of) - in that order.
Then he told me I shouldn't have chemotherapy because doctors are bad evil liars, chemotherapy is poison, and if I just ate more broccoli, that would totally cure cancer.
I was very polite and not sarcastic or scathing or mean at all. But I really wanted to be. Because... Seriously?
Oh yes dear boy, I am letting doctors poison me because I didn't know about the miracle of açai berries and kale oh alas alack fie and for shame, oh foolish me, if only I had drunk more green tea I never would have lost a tit nor ever had the need of this terrible medical poison!
FUUUUCCCKKKK!!!
Look hippy boy, do not @ me. Your last hospital stay was in the '70s for a broken limb, and because someone turfed you out of a bed early, you think every doctor is a bastard and every nurse a bitch. Also you think the old guy you once saw in '74 who didn't know who or where he was immediately after coming out of emergency heart surgery would have been... what? Better off just being dead? Yeah - how dare doctors try and succeed in saving him and he be groggy from not dying. FFS.
I have news for you. 50 bloody years have passed. That's a lifetime. Why do you insist on thinking things are the same a generation ago? Or that one arsehole doctor who didn't care enough about your fracture is the same as every single doctor treating everything in the world ever?
I have to listen-not-listen. By which I mean try to actively not listen to a conversation I can totally hear and don't want to hear at all. (And if I had headphones so I could listen to anything else it would be easier, but like an idiot I did not pack my headphones.)
You think I want this? You think if eating more salad would have saved me I wouldn't already be doing that shit?! You think I don't eat green stuff? Bitch, I hate fast food, I love vegetables, hate grease, meat's okay, sugar's so-so, bread and rice are the best, and I know how to cook a very fine five course dinner party, thank you.
My point is... I'm not having surgery and poison through basic nutritional and culinary ignorance or for fun - I'm having it so I won't die.
Kale and broccoli will not save me you arrogant arse. You do not hold the secrets of the universe. Your salad and berry tea cannot fix cancer. But the hospital can, and is even now, yes, via poison.
We poison the evil cells, and the rest of the body survives - because the body is nails AF - what is so hard to understand about that?
Sorry, I keep trying not to be cross, but every time I think about the conversation it pisses me off something chronic.
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3rd September 2013
Dear Pete.
FFS. He rang. Again.
"Why are you calling?" I can be a grumpy cow with men who bruise my feelings.
"You don't sound very happy to hear from me."
"I'm not. Ten days ago you got a new girlfriend so I'm completely baffled as to why you're still calling unless it's to tell me you picked the wrong girl. You haven't told me that yet though so I'm guessing that's not the case. Why are you calling?"
Inside I feel like I'm being torn in all these different directions. Angry as I am at him, at the same time the idea of him hanging up is making my heart race faster. I have this need to let him know that he's hurt me and it is equally balanced with wanting him to stay on the phone all night, temporarily allowing me to believe he cares about someone other than just himself and his sex drive.
"Liv, I want to know how you're doing. For fucks sake, I'm just checking you're okay." Wounded by my words his voice is a lower tone than the one I'm used to hearing.
"I'm not okay. I'm not even existing in the same realm as okay. Okay and I are polar opposites. Does that help? Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"This isn't easy for me either."
"Well it should be." Acid is dripping from my tongue because it has never felt like this before. No matter what they've done to me or how much I've been hurt, I have never felt such blind hatred towards a man. "You found the love of your life and the two of you are going to sail away into the sunset together. You should be floating in a bubble of love and existing in a cocoon of sweaty sheets and post-sex mess. You should not be calling me. In fact, you shouldn't even think of me. I shouldn't ever cross your mind and the next time you feel like calling, you should remind yourself that no woman is better off with you in their life and hurl your phone off a bridge instead. Or better, yourself." "Liv-" he pleads, but I'm not listening.
"Oh I'm sorry. Am I upsetting you? Do you not like that since you cheated on me and lied to me I no longer want anything to do with you? Is that a little bit sad for you? Too bad, sunshine. This could've all been avoided if you hadn't decided to use me to make your girlfriend jealous enough to commit to you."
"It wasn't intentional."
"And yet it's exactly how it played out."
"Can we talk about something else?"
"No. I don't want to talk to you. You hurt me and you have a girlfriend."
We fought for an hour and a half before, exhausted, we finally hung-up. An hour and a half of us debating why it was he was with her when he was still thinking about me so much. An hour and a half of trying to make sense of his decisions when he doesn't seem to know what it is that he wants.
Or maybe he does. He wants it all. He's a douche.
Why would I even answer the phone? Is my life so boring and lacking in meaning that arguing with men is a fun way to pass the time?
Today was the end though. Not like the last ten times I have said that. We hung up knowing that there was nothing more to say if he wasn't going to breakup with her. The whole time I spat venom and hoped he wouldn't realise how much I wanted him around purely to have someone want me.
Having never been that girl, I was ashamed of myself. Always I've been the girl who lets them walk away. If they want to go they should go, always free to make their own decisions, but with him... It was awful. It felt like my heart and the world around me was cracking in some way. Which obviously makes no sense as only a month ago I was the one who ended it because he is such bad news and not someone that could ever make me happy anyway.
Pacing all around the house, I think my feet touched every single square inch of ground in that hour and a half. They couldn't be still because of how fast my heart was racing. Why would my heart race though? It can't have been in love, so what? The thrill of confrontation? The adrenaline kick at knowing if I wanted to I could be the other woman? What?
Deep down I realise that if he was happy to let me go then that is all the answer a girl ever needs. So why am I still lying here feeling like the world is spinning without me and like there are no logical reasons for why things happen the way they happen? Why do I feel like I lost something?
I need you now, Pete. I need my best friend to smack some sense into me and explain why it is that I'm suddenly devastated over a guy with stupid tattoos and a childish attitude. There's no need to magically appear in my doorway, but at least email me that if he is meant to be mine he will come back to me. Also, that I'm better than a loser who wants everything. I'm better than the crap decisions I make and the choices that lead to situations like this. Can you tell me that?
If this was a movie he would think it over, end it with her, and turn up on my doorstep late one night. Life isn't a movie though, is it? As many as I watch and as much as I love them, he's just not coming back. I could watch every romantic comedy a million times over and it wouldn't change this. And it shouldn't. It's exactly how it should be because nothing good could ever come of that.
Ugh. I need a drink. And affection. Damn my super dorky inability to have casual sex or a friends with benefits arrangement.
Liv x
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How Did you come up with the first eve in the story about adams wives? I haven’t been able to find anything about her after I read it and I want to know if she’s an actual biblical character or just someone you made
She's from the Midrash. I learned about her as a 12 year old, from my barmitzvah teacher. There was a point in there, long after I'd put her into Sandman, where I was starting to think I'd imagined her, when I ran across her in Robert Graves's Hebrew Myths....
Excerpt from:
The Hebrew Myths by Robert Graves and Raphael Patai (New York: Doubleday, 1964), pp 65-69
Chapter 10: Adam's Helpmeets
(a) Having decided to give Adam a helpmeet lest he should be alone of his kind, God put him into a deep sleep, removed one of his ribs, formed it into a woman, and closed up the wound, Adam awoke and said: 'This being shall be named "Woman", because she has been taken out of man. A man and a woman shall be one flesh.' The title he gave her was Eve, 'the Mother of All Living''. [1]
(b) Some say that God created man and woman in His own image on the Sixth Day, giving them charge over the world; [2] but that Eve did not yet exist. Now, God had set Adam to name every beast, bird and other living thing. When they passed before him in pairs, male and female, Adam-being already like a twenty-year-old man-felt jealous of their loves, and though he tried coupling with each female in turn, found no satisfaction in the act. He therefore cried: 'Every creature but I has a proper mate', and prayed God would remedy this injustice. [3]
(c) God then formed Lilith, the first woman, just as He had formed Adam, except that He used filth and sediment instead of pure dust. From Adam's union with this demoness, and with another like her named Naamah, Tubal Cain's sister, sprang Asmodeus and innumerable demons that still plague mankind. Many generations later, Lilith and Naamah came to Solomon's judgement seat, disguised as harlots of Jerusalem'. [4]
(d) Adam and Lilith never found peace together; for when he wished to lie with her, she took offence at the recumbent posture he demanded. 'Why must I lie beneath you?' she asked. 'I also was made from dust, and am therefore your equal.' Because Adam tried to compel her obedience by force, Lilith, in a rage, uttered the magic name of God, rose into the air and left him.
Adam complained to God: 'I have been deserted by my helpmeet' God at once sent the angels Senoy, Sansenoy and Semangelof to fetch Lilith back. They found her beside the Red Sea, a region abounding in lascivious demons, to whom she bore lilim at the rate of more than one hundred a day. 'Return to Adam without delay,' the angels said, `or we will drown you!' Lilith asked: `How can I return to Adam and live like an honest housewife, after my stay beside the Red Sea?? 'It will be death to refuse!' they answered. `How can I die,' Lilith asked again, `when God has ordered me to take charge of all newborn children: boys up to the eighth day of life, that of circumcision; girls up to the twentieth day. None the less, if ever I see your three names or likenesses displayed in an amulet above a newborn child, I promise to spare it.' To this they agreed; but God punished Lilith by making one hundred of her demon children perish daily; [5] and if she could not destroy a human infant, because of the angelic amulet, she would spitefully turn against her own. [6]
(e) Some say that Lilith ruled as queen in Zmargad, and again in Sheba; and was the demoness who destroyed job's sons. [7] Yet she escaped the curse of death which overtook Adam, since they had parted long before the Fall. Lilith and Naamah not only strangle infants but also seduce dreaming men, any one of whom, sleeping alone, may become their victim. [8]
(f) Undismayed by His failure to give Adam a suitable helpmeet, God tried again, and let him watch while he built up a woman's anatomy: using bones, tissues, muscles, blood and glandular secretions, then covering the whole with skin and adding tufts of hair in places. The sight caused Adam such disgust that even when this woman, the First Eve, stood there in her full beauty, he felt an invincible repugnance. God knew that He had failed once more, and took the First Eve away. Where she went, nobody knows for certain. [9]
(g) God tried a third time, and acted more circumspectly. Having taken a rib from Adam's side in his sleep, He formed it into a woman; then plaited her hair and adorned her, like a bride, with twenty-four pieces of jewellery, before waking him. Adam was entranced. [10]
(h) Some say that God created Eve not from Adam's rib, but from a tail ending in a sting which had been part of his body. God cut this off, and the stump-now a useless coccyx-is still carried by Adam's descendants. [11]
(i) Others say that God's original thought had been to create two human beings, male and female; but instead He designed a single one with a male face looking forward, and a female face looking back. Again He changed His mind, removed Adam's backward-looking face, and built a woman's body for it. [12]
(j) Still others hold that Adam was originally created as an androgyne of male and female bodies joined back to back. Since this posture made locomotion difficult, and conversation awkward, God divided the androgyne and gave each half a new rear. These separate beings He placed in Eden, forbidding them to couple. [13]
Notes on sources:
1. Genesis II. 18-25; III. 20.
2. Genesis I. 26-28.
3. Gen. Rab. 17.4; B. Yebamot 632.
4. Yalqut Reubeni ad. Gen. II. 21; IV. 8.
5. Alpha Beta diBen Sira, 47; Gaster, MGWJ, 29 (1880), 553 ff.
6. Num. Rab. 16.25.
7. Targum ad job 1. 15.
8. B. Shabbat 151b; Ginzberg, LJ, V. 147-48.
9. Gen. Rab. 158, 163-64; Mid. Abkir 133, 135; Abot diR. Nathan 24; B. Sanhedrin 39a.
10. Gen. II. 21-22; Gen. Rab. 161.
11. Gen. Rab. 134; B. Erubin 18a.
12. B. Erubin 18a.
13. Gen. Rab. 55; Lev. Rab. 14.1: Abot diR. Nathan 1.8; B. Berakhot 61a; B. Erubin 18a; Tanhuma Tazri'a 1; Yalchut Gen. 20; Tanh. Buber iii.33; Mid. Tehillim 139, 529.
Authors’ Comments on the Myth:
1. The tradition that man's first sexual intercourse was with animals, not women, may be due to the widely spread practice of bestiality among herdsmen of the Middle East, which is still condoned by custom, although figuring three times in the Pentateuch as a capital crime. In the Akkadian Gilgamesh Epic, Enkidu is said to have lived with gazelles and jostled other wild beasts at the watering place, until civilized by Aruru's priestess. Having enjoyed her embraces for six days and seven nights, he wished to rejoin the wild beasts but, to his surprise, they fled from him. Enkidu then knew that he had gained understanding, and the priestess said: 'Thou art wise, Enkidu, like unto a godl'
2. Primeval man was held by the Babylonians to have been androgynous. Thus the Gilgamesh Epic gives Enkidu androgynous features: `the hair of his head like a woman's, with locks that sprout like those of Nisaba, the Grain-goddess.' The Hebrew tradition evidently derives from Greek sources, because both terms used in a Tannaitic midrash to describe the bisexual Adam are Greek: androgynos, 'man-woman', and diprosopon, 'twofaced'. Philo of Alexandria, the Hellenistic philosopher and commentator on the Bible, contemporary with Jesus, held that man was at first bisexual; so did the Gnostics. This belief is clearly borrowed from Plato. Yet the myth of two bodies placed back to back may well have been founded on observation of Siamese twins, which are sometimes joined in this awkward manner. The two-faced Adam appears to be a fancy derived from coins or statues of Janus, the Roman New Year god.
3. Divergences between the Creation myths of Genesis r and n, which allow Lilith to be presumed as Adam's first mate, result from a careless weaving together of an early Judaean and a late priestly tradition. The older version contains the rib incident. Lilith typifies the Anath-worshipping Canaanite women, who were permitted pre-nuptial promiscuity. Time after time the prophets denounced Israelite women for following Canaanite practices; at first, apparently, with the priests' approval-since their habit of dedicating to God the fees thus earned is expressly forbidden in Deuteronomy xxIII. I8. Lilith's flight to the Red Sea recalls the ancient Hebrew view that water attracts demons. 'Tortured and rebellious demons' also found safe harbourage in Egypt. Thus Asmodeus, who had strangled Sarah's first six husbands, fled 'to the uttermost parts of Egypt' (Tobit viii. 3), when Tobias burned the heart and liver of a fish on their wedding night.
4. Lilith's bargain with the angels has its ritual counterpart in an apotropaic rite once performed in many Jewish communities. To protect the newborn child against Lilith-and especially a male, until he could be permanently safeguarded by circumcision-a ring was drawn with natron, or charcoal, on the wall of the birthroom, and inside it were written the words: 'Adam and Eve. Out, Lilith!' Also the names Senoy, Sansenoy and Semangelof (meanings uncertain) were inscribed on the door. If Lilith nevertheless succeeded in approaching the child and fondling him, he would laugh in his sleep. To avert danger, it was held wise to strike the sleeping child's lips with one finger-whereupon Lilith would vanish.
5. 'Lilith' is usually derived from the Babylonian-Assyrian word lilitu, ,a female demon, or wind-spirit'-one of a triad mentioned in Babylonian spells. But she appears earlier as 'Lillake' on a 2000 B.G. Sumerian tablet from Ur containing the tale of Gilgamesh and the Willow Tree. There she is a demoness dwelling in the trunk of a willow-tree tended by the Goddess Inanna (Anath) on the banks of the Euphrates. Popular Hebrew etymology seems to have derived 'Lilith' from layil, 'night'; and she therefore often appears as a hairy night-monster, as she also does in Arabian folklore. Solomon suspected the Queen of Sheba of being Lilith, because she had hairy legs. His judgement on the two harlots is recorded in I Kings III. 16 ff. According to Isaiah xxxiv. I4-I5, Lilith dwells among the desolate ruins in the Edomite Desert where satyrs (se'ir), reems, pelicans, owls, jackals, ostriches, arrow-snakes and kites keep her company.
6. Lilith's children are called lilim. In the Targum Yerushalmi, the priestly blessing of Numbers vi. 26 becomes: 'The Lord bless thee in all thy doings, and preserve thee from the Lilim!' The fourth-century A.D. commentator Hieronymus identified Lilith with the Greek Lamia, a Libyan queen deserted by Zeus, whom his wife Hera robbed of her children. She took revenge by robbing other women of theirs.
7. The Lamiae, who seduced sleeping men, sucked their blood and ate their flesh, as Lilith and her fellow-demonesses did, were also known as Empusae, 'forcers-in'; or Mormolyceia, 'frightening wolves'; and described as 'Children of Hecate'. A Hellenistic relief shows a naked Lamia straddling a traveller asleep on his back. It is characteristic of civilizations where women are treated as chattels that they must adopt the recumbent posture during intercourse, which Lilith refused. That Greek witches who worshipped Hecate favoured the superior posture, we know from Apuleius; and it occurs in early Sumerian representations of the sexual act, though not in the Hittite. Malinowski writes that Melanesian girls ridicule what they call `the missionary position', which demands that they should lie passive and recumbent.
8. Naamah, 'pleasant', is explained as meaning that 'the demoness sang pleasant songs to idols'. Zmargad suggest smaragdos, the semi-precious aquamarine; and may therefore be her submarine dwelling. A demon named Smaragos occurs in the Homeric Epigrams.
9. Eve's creation by God from Adam's rib-a myth establishing male supremacy and disguising Eve's divinity-lacks parallels in Mediterranean or early Middle-Eastern myth. The story perhaps derives iconotropically from an ancient relief, or painting, which showed the naked Goddess Anath poised in the air, watching her lover Mot murder his twin Aliyan; Mot (mistaken by the mythographer for Yahweh) was driving a curved dagger under Aliyan's fifth rib, not removing a sixth one. The familiar story is helped by a hidden pun on tsela, the Hebrew for 'rib': Eve, though designed to be Adam's helpmeet, proved to be a tsela, a 'stumbling', or 'misfortune'. Eve's formation from Adam's tail is an even more damaging myth; perhaps suggested by the birth of a child with a vestigial tail instead of a coccyx-a not infrequent occurrence.
10. The story of Lilith's escape to the East and of Adam's subsequent marriage to Eve may, however, record an early historical incident: nomad herdsmen, admitted into Lilith's Canaanite queendom as guests (see 16. 1), suddenly seize power and, when the royal household thereupon flees, occupy a second queendom which owes allegiance to the Hittite Goddess Heba.
The meaning of 'Eve' is disputed. Hawwah is explained in Genesis III. 20 as 'mother of all living'; but this may well be a Hebraicized form of the divine name Heba, Hebat, Khebat or Khiba. This goddess, wife of the Hittite Storm-god, is shown riding a lion in a rock-sculpture at Hattusaswhich equates her with Anath-and appears as a form of Ishtar in Hurrian texts. She was worshipped at Jerusalem (see 27. 6). Her Greek name was Hebe, Heracles's goddess-wife.
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What is my opinion on Lisa Braeden?
I don't hate Lisa. Lisa did nothing wrong. But I don't think she ever could have, because Lisa--and by extension Ben--only exists for Dean within the narrative of SPN.
We know nothing about her that isn't somehow relevant to Dean. She has a job Dean finds sexy. She has a son so Dean can imagine having a son. She lives in the kind of house, neigborhood, town Dean considers "the apple pie life."
We only meet her friends so they can comment on Dean's sexual prowess. We only meet her neighbor so Dean has male bonding time. We meet her next boyfriend to give Dean some angst. We know she has a type because Dean fits into it. We never learn Ben's father's name, because it doesn't matter, because Dean is his father whether he is or not.
We don't know Lisa's favorite color, middle name, or anything about her family, her other interests, her life before Dean or in the near-decade between their weekend of sex and her introduction in season three... because none of that is relevant to Dean. She exists outside of any context of her own, to be Dean's idea of the perfect girl. She has less character and depth than Mary got in season one, ffs. And in some ways, she's just a reflection of what Dean thought Mary was.
Because she also has no boundaries, limits, or expectations except those Dean already puts on himself. He shows up on her doorstep looking shattered and she lets him stay without a pause. He drinks too much and she doesn't kick him to the curb. He lies to her and she knows it, and she lets him off the hook. He starts acting paranoid and snapping at her and Ben and she calmly talks him down. He goes back to hunting and she's fine with playing house part-time.
She is always perfectly calm, perfectly understanding, perfectly willing to play whatever part in Dean's life suits him. In fact Lisa doesn't ever have a problem with Dean just doing whatever he wants until Dean does something he finds unforgivable.
She just...doesn't exist. To a level unmatched by any other character except maybe Jess. But Jess only appears (as herself and not a ghost or deception) in one single episode. Lisa is in multiple episodes across three different seasons. The way she was written is chillingly flat and caricaturelike if you stop and think about it, especially given the way season 15 reframes the whole show as a story told for a sadistic god's amusement.
I didn't intend for this to turn into a wholeass metapost, but here we are.
#ask box#pollylittlehigher-littlelower#ask meme#supernatural#destiel ask game#lisa braeden#spn ladies#spn meta#lizawords
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Inspired by my own dissatisfaction that Kyle didn’t get a Monstie and @magicallynormal ‘s idea of Kyle’s Monstie being a Tobi-Kadachi, I wrote this little ff in like 2 hours because I had nothing better to do
I wanted the Rider to stay gender-neutral but it just sounds like Kyle never bothered to ask them for their name-
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“This is a terrible idea.”
“You should’ve thought about it before we left Kuan, then.”
Without sparing Kyle another glance, the Rider entered the Monster’s nesting-area without any hesitation showing on their face; Ratha close behind them. From within the depths of the cave, the Hunter could hear distant roars and predatory clicks; instinctively, he straightens his back, hand hovering over his bow.
The Rider, kneeling besides the huge nest, doesn’t seem bothered by the sounds at all; way too busy examining the brightly colored eggs.
Off to the sides, Kyle spots various piles of worn-down bones, all sporting teeth-marks and scratches, some entirely broken open. Along with a few stray chunks of flesh, almost blending into the ground of the den. They don’t look very fresh; probably a few days old already. His instincts tell Kyle to quickly gather up a few samples of whatever he can get his hands on, maybe let his scoutflies out to take in the scents; then leave the den as quickly and quietly as possible. Not taking anything valuable with him, not disturbing the Monster’s home in any way.
Though... the weight of the kinship-stone, strapped to his left hand, reminds him of the reason for this “expedition”.
He’s not here to take samples for the ever-curious Research Center, nor to track down a Monster. He’s not here to deliver chunks of flesh or eggs.... however, maybe he should just imagine he’s here for a delivery-quest. Maybe that would help calm his poor nerves, still absolutely shot to hell.
Kyle, who was born and raised a Hunter, who knows nothing else; he’s here to get his first Monstie.
It’s absolutely unheard of. A Hunter, whose sole purpose is to hunt these beasts down –maybe capturing them after tiring them out in battle, if the quest calls for it- is about to form a bond with one of these creatures, who he spent years of his life learning the weaknesses of, training to take down beasts several times his size.
Kyle takes a strained breath, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. Over their shoulder, the Rider shoots him a look; their eyes warm, their glance almost comforting.
“Come closer.”, they calmly say, gesturing with their hand towards the nest.
Feeling drastically out of his element, Kyle follows the command; takes a few brave steps towards the nest and promptly freezes up again.
He knows the process of this; hell, he’s already lost track of how often he stood guard while his new Rider-friend sifted through a Monster’s nest. He knew how to hold Wyvern-eggs, how damn heavy these things were and how stupid you looked while carrying one. He knew how these things were goddamn predator-magnets, and how easily they broke.
That, perhaps, was one of the things that frightened Kyle the most about this whole situation.
How often had he accidentally broken an egg while out on a transporting-quest? How often had he washed the yolk and slimy egg-whites off his armor in a nearby stream, before tracking his way back to the nest to pick up a new egg? And how often had he not wasted a single thought on it...?
It’s just eggs, he used to think. Eggs that he’ll bring to the canteen after returning to the base, eggs that he’ll probably eat sooner or later before leaving the base again, set out on yet another quest.
And yet, here he was. Standing at a Monster’s nest, containing eggs that he, before he met the Riders, used to scoop up without thinking about it twice. His muscles feel stiff beneath his armor, his throat scratchy and dry; what if he broke this egg too?
“Kyle?”, the Rider’s calm voice rips him out of his violently spinning thoughts. “You okay?”
Was he okay? Good question; if only Kyle knew the answer.
“I... I don’t think I can do this.”, he mutters, hating how small his voice is sounding. Cold fingers brush over his kinship-stone; a gift from the Rider. Apparently, it once belonged to them- before this Wyverian girl gave them their grandfather’s kinship-stone. “I mean- if I should do this. I’m- I’m a Hunter, we don’t just.... ride Monsters.”
They, like so often, only shake their head the slightest bit. And calmly, they reach for Kyle’s hand.
“Then why does Ratha love you so much?”
Almost as if on command, a big, scaly head bumps into his back; Ratha’s idea of a hug. After having spent a little time on Hakolo-island, it was almost frightening to see how.... human Monsters -or Monsties, as Kyle learned they were called- could be. He’s seen Ratha pick up on emotions, display human-like behavior; and not just on him. The Rider loved to point out the Monster’s behaviors whenever they took on a quest together, and as someone who’s spent his whole life learning about Monsters, it felt so entirely.... different, watching their behavior in packs, or see something as innocently as an Azuros teaching its cubs how to fish.
It felt almost unreal.
As a Hunter, most, if not all of his hunting-quests were targeting Monsters wrecking havoc; and when he’s out collecting ingredients or samples, he rarely ever got the chance of seeing Monsters in their natural habitat. And admittedly... seeing these beasts; even the ones that were known for their hostile behavior, completely unbothered by his presence... it shook something deep inside Kyle’s core.
Gently, cold fingers intertwine with his; pulling him down to kneel next to the Rider. Kyle peers over the edge of the massive nest; its inside carefully laid out with tufts of fur and moss. It’s like a giant bird-nest, the Monster clearly having put a lot of work into the making of it. Upon closer inspection of the fur, Kyle has a vague idea of whose nest he’s sitting at right now; though, following the Rider around, he quickly learned that there’s often a few “imposter”-eggs in a nest, smuggled in by Monsters not bothering to care for their young one hatched.
The silence feels tense; so, Kyle attempts to ease it a little.
“Why didn’t Navirou come along? Wouldn’t he be of help, sniffing out a good egg?”
Quietly, the Rider shook their head, giving Kyle an almost apologetic smile. They weren’t a big fan of words; he quickly caught up on that. However, this look didn’t need any words; after all, Kyle did tag along to a few egg-hunts before, watching from the sidelines as Navirou ushered them out of the den, barely giving the Rider enough time to get a good grip on the newly acquired egg. It’s not like Kyle had anything against the Felyne personally; but he had to admit that he was glad he wouldn’t have to rush through this process, only to prevent Navirou from having a Monster-induced heart-attack.
After all, he had a feeling that time would be an important factor in picking out his first Monstie.
With a huff, the Rider pushes themselves up, gently pulling Kyle with them as they step into the nest. Twigs crunch under his weight as he kneels down, getting onto the same level as the eggs.
The Rider placed their hand on Kyle’s shoulder; he’d lie if he tried to tell anyone that it wasn’t comforting. “Just pick the egg you have a connection to. Good smell or not, doesn’t matter. Don’t tell Navi I said that, though.”
The instructions are clear, yet awfully vague; and Kyle can’t help but note how it’s one of the longest sentences he’s ever heard from them. “Take your time, but.... not too much. Before an angry Mama Monster sees us.”
“....sounds reasonable.”
As he looks over each of the large eggs, most of them brown in color with yellow-ish ovals on the shell, he notices the odd one out. Between the egg of an herbivore, if he recalled correctly, laid a pale blue egg, the shell littered with dark blue, almost black zigzags.
Apparently, his gaze lingered a little too long on the lone Wyern-egg, as evident by the look the Rider gave him.
“That one?”, they asked, gingerly reaching out to guide Kyle’s hand towards the egg. Despite the cold air having slowly numbed his fingers, the egg’s surprisingly smooth texture is one of the first things that he notices. At first glance, it’s just like any other Wyvern-egg he’s transported before; and yet, in the back of Kyle’s mind, there was something.... else to this egg.
As if he could feel the Monster calling out to him from within its protective shell, only waiting for a Rider to bestow it their blessings and allow it to awaken into this world.
“I- ….is this normal?”
His fingers now shivering, he places his entire hand on the egg, frightened yet amazed how small his hand is compared to the massive egg. The Rider gives him a look that Kyle can’t quite place.
“I feel like-... this little guy wants to come out...?”
Before he knows it, Kyle is protectively clutching the egg to his chest; holding onto it just a little tighter than onto the ones during his transport-quests. The Rider and Ratha lead the way out of the Monster’s den, practically shielding him from the hungry eyes of the predators waiting in their path.
On the flight back to Kuan, Kyle could swear that his kinship-stone was pulsating with life.
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“....is this really necessary?”
Back in the village, their first stop was the stables. And under the watchful eye of the Felyne running the stables, Rider and Hunter were preparing to hatch the little Monstie.
The egg –a pulsing fanged Wyvern, as Kyle now knew- was placed in a little nest, and Kyle could think it was staring at him from beneath the shell.
The Rider doesn’t bother answering, instead handing him a stick, with which they –to Kyle’s horror- performed something apparently referred to as “Dance of the tribe”, a ritual meant to pray for a healthy Monstie to hatch from an egg. Though, Kyle wasn’t entirely sure if they were just fucking with him, or if it was a legit ritual back on Hakolo-island.
Though, he doubted he’d have time to fly back to Mahana-village and ask the chief for confirmation before his Monstie hatched, and... something told him that he didn’t want to miss this.
And so, with the utmost raise of his eyebrow Kyle could possibly muster, he gingerly reached for the stick.
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By the time he was done, his face bright red and radiating more warmth than the oven inside his house, the egg hadn’t budged. Other than the soft cackle of the fire and Kyle’s tense breathing, the stables were silent, everyone’s eyes fixed on the egg... before suddenly, it shuddered with life.
Kyle, utterly overwhelmed with the situation, could only stare helplessly as the egg started to crack, pieces of the shell starting to fall off and revealing tiny spots of blue fur. Though, the Rider is quick to help; promptly instructing him to hold his kinship-stone towards the egg.
“To help it hatch,” they explained, their eyes practically glazed over with excitement. But hell, in comparison to Kyle, that was nothing. There might have even been tears in his eyes, he didn’t know- not even if they were from excitement or fear.
His kinship-stone starts to glisten in a bright blue light; he’d probably be scared if he hadn’t seen this during his battles with the Rider. The shell continues to crack open, tiny pieces falling off, until the egg shattered with a burst of life, a shrieking roar piercing the tense atmosphere of the stables.
As Kyle is face to face with the little Monstie, his throat starts to tighten.
“A Tobi-Kadachi! What a fine little Meownster,” the Felyne purrs as the Monster looks up at Kyle with –surprisingly- innocent-looking eyes.
Instinctively, something in Kyle wants to reach for his bow- thank the sapphire-star he took it off after entering the village. A tingling heat starts to spread throughout his body; the first hints of adrenaline starting to pump into his blood stream. He’s reminded of the piercing roars of the adults he’s encountered during his hunts, of their bursts of electricity when they glide through the trees and pounce onto their prey.
A bead of sweat collects on his brow; and as always, the Rider seems to notice. Calmly, they appear at his side, taking his clammy hand into theirs and holding it out- that way, Kyle can clearly see how his fingers shake.
The tiny Monster curiously looks at his hand; and just like that, his eyes squeeze shut and Kyle finds himself praying that the little creature is more interested in sniffing him than chewing his fingers off- at least until he feels something soft press up into his palm.
Upon forcing his eyelids open, he sees this newborn Monster rub its unbelievably tiny head against his palm, the smallest chirps coming out of its throat, and the Rider- they carefully let go of his hand, grabbing a hold of the other one and guiding it towards the Monster-…. No, guiding it towards his Monstie and-
The Tobi-Kadachi, this freshly hatched creature; it outright jumps into his arms- a poor attempt at gliding, it seems, and just like that, Kyle’s instinct to reach for his bow is replaced by the instinct to catch the Monster and-
By the gleeful little churr it makes once its settled in Kyle’s arms, he promptly finds himself nuzzling his face into soft fur. Still utterly overwhelmed by the idea of this tiny creature being his Monstie, but as he looks into the Wyvern’s big eyes, so full of innocence and wonder, he suddenly feels very much like he- no, they can do this.
#mhst2#monster hunter stories 2#monster hunter stories wings of ruin#monster hunter kyle#monster hunter fanfiction#fanfiction#tobi-kadachi#monster hunter stories#give this boy a monstie im begging you
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Eden's Favorite Fic's (BTS Fic Recs)
Updated Version: Here!
Note: In the past I haven't indulged in tumblr fics often but I recently (past 3 months) have been reading quite regularly & am planning on branching out a bit. To keep track of the ones that I have enjoyed & the ones that I have even came back to I'm making this list. Again, I haven't been digging into the tumblr fics world for long so for right now its a very short list. I'm hoping with time I can get more fics of different types on here (btsxbts, some gender neutral xreader ones, & more ones that I genuinely like)
About me to understand what's going to be on here:
Age: 21 (99' liner)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Pronouns: She/Her
Ult Bias: Yoongi
Trio: Rap Line
I am OT7. I do enjoy smut but don't think it is necessary to FF. Overall I just want a well-crafted plot that makes sense. I read for entertainment & to escape. But I still need some form of realism (just me personally) to follow the trail of events. PSA: I'm trying to find a broader scope of writers I like but for right now I don't have many. There are gonna be some repetitive writers for now.
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Kim Namjoon:
- Librarian Namjoon Universe by @jungshookz
Beauty & the Bookworm (I love this concept SO MUCH)
Pairing: Cute, Good Boy, Nerdy, University Librarian Namjoon x Bratty, Semi-Popular, Procrastinator, University Student Reader
Word count: 20.8k
Summary: You're a procrastinator big time and you may or may not be failing. To get some extra credit you begrudgingly take the library assistant opening where you work under strict dorky Namjoon. Passive aggressiveness, cuteness, fluff, & some smuttiness arises.
Jealous-Boyfriend-Librarian Namjoon (Drabble)
Pairing: Jealous Boyfriend Librarian Namjoon x Oblivious Cute Girlfriend Uni Student Reader
Word count: 3.4k
Summary: You take an Art History Course and end up needing a tutor. Joon offers to tutor you but he doesn't know shit about Art History so you end up getting tutored by an ArtHoe Taehyung that may or may not like you but you are oblivious to this and Joon gets super jealous.
Kim Seokjin:
- Hockey Player Jin by @ve1vetyoongi
HEART OF GOLD (BLADES OF ICE)
Pairing: Sweet Hot New Hockey Player in Town Jin x Ex-Figure Skater (who has a history with jin) Reader
Word count: 20k
Summary: After a fall during figure skating practice dashes your dreams of competing at nationals, you vow to hang up your skates for good. That is until you cross paths with Kim Seokjin, captain of the ice hockey team, who is determined to get you back out on the rink and melt the ice in your heart. (Jimin is a bully in this and their other k-pop idols as characters. Very Very Fluffy and Hallmark Christmas Movie-ish so be aware of that. Overall, it's just cute :) )
Min Yoongi:
Note: these are all but one by the same writer @jungshookz & are written from the pov of a female reader. I'm gonna try to find some gender-neutral fics but for now, if you are female-identifying I really enjoyed these! :)
- Mechanic Yoongi Universe by @jungshookz
Baby, You Can Drive My Car (My favorite AU Fics I've read so far on Tumblr!!)
Pairing: Tatted, Mic Drop Era, Mechanic Min Yoongi x Spoiled Rich, Inexperienced, University Student Reader
Word count: 24.6k
Summary: Welcome to Min Mechanics - What can I do for you today, doll?
Maybe She Can Drive His Car
Pairing: Oblivious, Hot, Boyfriend, Mechanic Min Yoongi x Adorable, Spoiled, University Student, Jealous Girlfriend Reader
Word count: 11.6k
Summary: Yoongi's ex is back in town for a visit and you would be lying if you said you weren't slightly envious of a) how knowledgeable she is about stupid cars and b) how well she gets along with literally everyone.
- Uni Yoongi x Nerdy Reader (mini series) by @jungshookz
Note: these are all drabbles I'm gonna link my favorites in the series. I'll probably add more later.
Cocky Uni Student Yoongi x Nerdy Reader:
^^This is the start of the mini-series, recommend you read it first!^^
The One with the Scrunchie:
Contains: smut, a super cute scrunchie turning into a kink of sorts, slightly insecure Yoongi, experienced Yoongi, slightly inexperienced reader, shy about their own body reader.
Yoongi always had an Overactive Imagination:
Contains: talking about sex, implied smut, reader trying to be productive while also being horny, Yoongi being super distracted and horny.
"I'm gonna need you to shut up now please"
- CEO Yoongi Universe by @jungshookz
Suit&Tie (First Fic in the series)
Pairing: CEO Min Yoongi x Secretary Reader
Wordcount: 21k+
Summary: Young Intimidating Hot CEO Yoongi, Clumsy Secretary Y/N who loves Sugar, Best Friend Jimin. Funny Awkward Meeting that sets up the whole plot, was like reading a Kdrama in book form.
The One Where Augst D makes a Comeback (Favorite Fic in the series)
SPOILERS READ PRIOR DRABBLES TO CATCH UP!! (I recommend The First Date, The One Where Yoongi is Just a Little Jealous, The Proposal, The Wedding, Baby Makes Three, Baby Min's Timeline, The Birth of Baby Min, Daddy's Little Girl, Who the Hell is Augst D.
Pairing: CEO Min Yoongi x Secretary Reader
Word count: 6.5k
Summary: Yoongi finds out you faked an orgasm and he's going to gi-give it to you more ways than one.
- Demon Yoongi by @jungshookz
Hellish (I got some feelings for incubus Yoongi not gonna lie)
Pairing: Bratty, Super Sexy, Sex Demon, Mint Min Yoongi x University Student, Non-Supernatural Believer Reader
Word count: 22.1k
Summary: Jungkook is your clueless, energetic best friend. Wonho is a character in this fic, You are dragged into summoning a demon one night by your overly excited to be summoning a demon? best friend Jungkook. Spooky but Kind of Sexy Shit Happens! (This is probably my second favorite Yoongi Fic I've read!)
- Basketball Captain Yoongi by @jungshookz
Basketball Captain Yoongi
Pairing: Cocky, Popular, Charming Captain of the Basketball Team Min Yoongi x Water girl University Student Reader (who has been crushing on Yoongi hard for some time)
Word count: 18.4k
Summary: Jungkook is your athletic bro of a best friend that signs you up to be his replacement as the water boy (girl in this case) after he makes the team. You have had a pathetic schoolgirl crush on Yoongi for a while and is basically the only reason you agreed to be the water girl aside from spending time with Jungkook. It's fluffy & smutty!
- Android Yoongi @jungshookz
Technologically in love (..I cried! but I also smiled a lot so you know this is well written)
Pairing: Personal Assistant Prototype but SUPER Lifelike Android Min Yoongi x Messy, Junkfood, & Cartoons Loving Reader (basically your early 20s living alone kind of vibe)
Word count: 24k+
Summary: You live in a Detroit Becoming Human type universe but prior to a lot of the advancements. Androids are already a thing but not to the level the M1N Y00NG1 is yet. You are best friends with all the boys and they happen to be engineers which is how you ended up with Yoongi in the first place. Namjoon created Yoongi as a personal assistant prototype android & you are told to live with him. Things get fluffy, SUPER ANGSTY, and super smutty!
- Listen Closely by @avveh
Listen Closely ( sexiest Yoongi fic I have read so far, I kept wanting to go back and read again)
Pairing: Tsundere Office Worker Min Yoongi x Hardworking Office Worker Reader
Word count: 12.2k
Summary: Unintentionally, you stumble upon something that makes you view your coworker Min Yoongi in a whole new light. (SMUT 18+: Masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breathplay, spanking, degrading names.)
Jung Hoseok:
- Secret Boyfriend Hoseok by @kpopfanfictrash
Keeping a Secret (this took me places...Idk about you but I have trouble finding really good Hoseok fics and this one was perfect. One of my favorite fics on this website)
Pairing: New Relationship Dom Hoseok x New Relationship Tease Reader
Word count: 3.7k
Summary: You and Hoseok have been hooking up for a few weeks now. No one in your friend group knows. What happens then, when he shows up at movie night looking better than anticipated? SMUT!
- Studio Sex Hoseok by @joonbird
Studio:
Pairing: Boyfriend BTS Hoseok x Girlfriend Reader
Word Count: 5k
Summary: Hoseok is stressed about his upcoming mixtape, so you decide to swing by his studio and help him relax. (Hobi being the beautiful glorious sexy man he is and putting those ungodly hips to use!)
Park Jimin:
- Jimin and His Pregnancy Kink by @boymeetsweevil
ME, YOU, AND THIS THING WE HAVE BETWEEN US (NSFW)
Pairing: Sweet Caring Domestic but Horny Jimin x Pregnant Hormonal Reader
Word count:~3.7k
Warnings (aka what to prepare for): everything is graphic and gross lmao, blowjobs (face f*cking), boob job (not the one w/ silicon inserts), cunnilingus, dom!jimin if u squint, cumplay if u squint again, dirty talk/degrading language, penetrative sex (doggy style), unprotected sex, PREGNANCY KINK that’s a big one
Summary: You’re pregnant and Jimin is…happy about it (If I remember correctly this one is 25% cute domestic Jimin trying to calm his hormonal pregnant partner and 75% pure filth aka Jimin having a pregnancy kink and trying to hide it but not well at all. This is however my ultimate fav Jimin smut I have ever read!)
- Crush/Neighbor Jimin by @sketchguk
Lover to Lean On: (I absolutely adore this fic. Overall it's just really well written and I felt like I was watching a show in my head rather than reading a short Tumblr fic. Highly recommend it!)
Pairing: Cute Customer & Neighbor Jimin x Florist Reader
Word Count: 19.9k
Summary: For months, you can hear your no-face neighbor and his ‘girlfriend’ singing and dancing and laughing and falling in love. Above all, you can hear their bed banging against your shared wall, and they won’t ever let you sleep. You’d much rather stay up at night worrying about your own problems, like the weight of an unrequited crush, so of course, you’re bitterly single. But one day, the apartment is radio silent. And one day slowly turns into one week and then into an immeasurable amount of time since you’ve heard his laugh. So on Valentine’s Day, when you’re missing it the most, you beg your neighbor to open up to you with cookies in one hand and two broken hearts in the other.
Kim Taehyung:
-Roommate Taehyung Universe by @jungshookz
Stuck with You
Pairing: Frat Bro bit of an asshole Roommate Kim Taehyung x Clean Organized bit of a Pushover Reader
Word count: 37k
Summary: Kim Taehyung becoming your new roommate is definitely up there on the list of the worst things to ever happen to you. Librarian Namjoon is your Best friend and ex-roommate. Frat bro Jeon Jungkook makes an appearance. There is so smut and implied smut.
The One with the One Year Anniversary (Drabble)
Pairing: The cutest domestic boyfriend Kim Taehyung x girlfriend reader
Word count: 4.6k
Summary: NO SPOILERS! so I'm going to give you a quote: "well, um, look! I made breakfast for you. f-for us!" Also, SFW
Jeon Jungkook:
- Gamer Jungkook by @softyoongiionly
PRESS START (this is the cutest fucking smut type fic I have ever read! it is so pure and is the exact type of relationship I want! IT MADE ME SIMP SO HARD!) gender-neutral I believe!
Pairing: Night owl Gamer Domestic Boyfriend Jeon Jungkook x Witty Domestic Cutesy Relationship Reader
Word count: 5.5k
Summary: A night in with your boyfriend Jungkook includes all kinds of things: anime, witty banter, snacks from 7-Eleven and, you know, sex. (GREAT READ!! I AM A SIMP FOR THIS FIC!!)
#bts smut#bts fic#bts jungkook#bts jhope#bts yoongi#bts jimin#bts taehyung#bangtan#bangtan sonyeondan#namjoon#jimin#seokjin#jungkook#jin#bts army#jjk smut#smut#kth smut#ksj smut#pjm fanfic#pjm smut#pjm oneshot#pjm fluff#pjm angst#pjm ff#pjm x reader#kth oneshot#kth x reader#kth angst#kth bts
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