#AND MY NON LIT NERD FRIEND

[wesraconteur]

Fucking obsessed with this actually

[trensu]

Steve had always wanted to be a skilled fighter. The schools that churned out the best fighters all happened to be schools for holy warriors. It was possible that Steve maybe sort of lied a little (with the help of his friends Robin and Dustin) to get into this school by claiming he was full to the brim of religious fervor but hadn’t decided who to pledge his sword to yet. It shouldn’t have worked, if he were honest with himself, but by some stroke of luck it did, and he finished his training as one of the top combatants. 

The issue now was that he had to pick a god whose crest to carry. There were all sorts of gods. Gods of water, gods of air, gods of agriculture, war gods, cat gods, plant gods...the list was endless. And while Steve was one of the best fighters around, he was most definitely not one of the best researchers. Thankfully Dustin and Robin were very clever and knew where to find details about the many gods in existence.

“So what kind of god do you want to follow? Maybe we can start there,” Robin asked.

“Uh…a good one?”

“You’re no help at all, you know that?” Dustin grumbled.

They suggested a local god known as Carver who stood for righteousness, but Steve turned that down. It didn't feel like a good fit. They suggested a love god by the name of Chrissy, who valued love of all kinds, romantic, platonic, familial...Steve had been tempted, very tempted, because Steve had always carried an excess of love in his heart. Robin had vetoed that one stating that Steve was already too reckless with his love and she wouldn't stand by and watch him break his own heart over and over again.

Dustin suggested a god of knowledge, Clarke, who blessed and guided those with curiosity, imagination, and a knack for invention. Steve shot that one down immediately. He was never one to be overly imaginative or curious; he preferred to deal with concrete things. Out of their quickly dwindling list, Robin reluctantly suggested Hargrove, a war god favored by a nearby kingdom, but if Carver was ill-fitting, then Hargrove was outright repellent to Steve.

"C'mon, Steve, you gotta pick someone!" Dustin huffed in frustration. 

Robin thunked her head against the table in the library where they were looking up deities. She was obviously at her wit's end too. Steve, however, just dug his heels in with a particularly stubborn scowl.

"I can't just pick anyone!" Steve said. "If I'm going to pledge my sword to someone, it has to be someone...someone good. Someone that, I don't know, someone I can believe in, even when--no especially when things go wrong. That’s the whole point!"

"Yeah, I get that," Robin sighed, a mix of fond and annoyed, "but this is the eighth book we've gone through and the only one left here is called the King of Darkness which is hardly going to--huh."

Robin paused mid-rant to look at the page more closely. Steve and Dustin both huddled around her to peek into the book as well. Dustin also made a sound of curiosity.

"That's weird," Dustin said.

"Right?" Robin asked enthusiastically.

"What? What's weird?" Steve didn't get what caught their attention.

"This god only has a couple of sentences," Dustin explained, "And they don't really make sense. Something about dark creatures and the undeserving? The grammar and structure is all weird though."

"It looks like a half-assed translation," Robin added with a nod. "We should find the original text."

"Yeah! And if we can make a better translation, we could get it added to the next edition and they'd have to put our names on the book," Dustin said excitedly. Robin's eyes lit up at the thought and they both rushed off to the stacks to track down any original sources.

"Guys! Guys, what about my..."

The librarian hushed Steve, irritated. Steve groaned in defeat.

"...godly choices. Yeah, fine," Steve slumped back on his seat. "I need to find non-nerd friends."

Two days later, Robin and Dustin finished translating a slim, dusty book. They were nearly vibrating in their seats as Steve reviewed their notes on what they found. Dustin gripped his arm and gave him a shake.

"So? What do you think?" he asked excitedly.

Robin slung her arm across Steve's shoulders. With more tenderness than Steve expected, she said, "I know it doesn't seem like it, he doesn't really fit with your whole style, but it could work."

"Yeah," Steve said with a hopeful smile. "Yeah, this feels right."

--

It took longer than Steve would've liked, but eventually he managed to track down a small, crumbling shrine. It was an alcove carved near the entrance--no more than a crack in the stone really--of a cave at the edge of a lush forest. He almost missed it, it was so drowned in overgrown crawling vines and weeds. It bore a modest statue, no bigger than Steve, standing atop an equally modest plinth. There was a spot that obviously held a plaque once, but it must’ve been dug out by thieves at some point.

The sight of it made something in Steve's chest twinge; a strange pang of melancholy at seeing a god so forgotten and abandoned. It surprised him as he had never been particularly religious, but there was just something about this one that drew him in.

It was the middle of the day, so Steve quickly made camp and took advantage of the light to begin clearing the shrine. He started where the plaque had been, scrubbing off the dirt and moss that had filled the indentation. He knew a good smith; he could commission a new plaque to be made. After that, he weeded the immediate area around the plinth where worshipers would typically lay their offerings and pray.

By the time he finished that, it was late afternoon and he decided that was good enough for today. He had to eat and get a few hours of sleep so he could be alert once night fell. When he curled up on his bedroll, he couldn't help the grin that spread on his face. He was going to offer himself to his god tonight, and with any luck, his god would accept him.

--

He woke to a multitude of high pitched squeaks and the sound of many, many flapping wings. The sun had just fully set, and the stars that could be seen through the canopy burned brightly. Steve took his time to fasten on his armor and scabbard properly, and fixed his hair so not a strand was out of place. He took a few deep breaths to calm an unexpected bout of nerves before going to the shrine and kneeling.

His god had no official prayers. Or rather, the prayers for his god were forgotten. Robin and Dustin did their best to find anything prayer-like but it had been in vain. They suspected that most of the god's holy items and lore were purposely lost. Lacking that, Steve decided it was best that he introduce himself.

"Um, hi," he started and immediately winced. "Sorry. I'm not used to...this. I couldn't find any of your…holy words? Prayers? The right ways to speak to you, I guess.

"I'm Steve. Steve Harrington. I'm a fighter. I finished my training a few weeks back. I was the top of my cohort when it came to combat. I'm good with my sword and I know how to take a hit. I can turn just about anything into a weapon if it's needed."

Here Steve paused for a moment, straining to hear but there was nothing other than the typical sounds of a night out in the woods. Steve took a breath and plowed forward.

"I want to be more than a fighter, though. I don't want to just wave a sword around for nothing. I want it to...to matter. So I spent a lot of time trying to decide who to wield my sword for. It took me a while, but I found you. I want to be your shield and sword, if you'll have me."

Steve stopped again to listen. Nothing. Robin warned him this might happen. Gods didn't always accept warriors who offered themselves to them, and forgotten gods weren't always reachable. It was fine, though; he’d try again tomorrow night. Steve turned in just before dawn, eager for night again.

--

Steve worked on clearing the vines tangled around the statue's legs and feet. He yanked out the thick, scraggly vines, and carefully picked apart the prickling thorny ones. There was a particular gnarl of vines that didn't seem like they had a stranglehold on his god's statue. They were healthy and strong, and the way they curled and grew looked more like a caress than an invasion. He decided to leave those on, though he gently rearranged them while removing the more invasive vines so they looked more decorative.

When night arrived with the sound of squeaks and wings, Steve went to kneel at the shrine. He introduced himself again, gave the same spiel as the night before. Still he heard nothing. He scratched the back of his neck in mild insecurity.

“I guess I should tell you I didn’t find you on my own. My friends Robin and Dustin helped me. They’re way smarter than me, you know? Total nerds. I can swing a sword like nothing, but books and research? Yeah, that never works out for me, so they helped me look up all sorts of gods.

“There’s a lot of them. Way more than I thought. Dustin and Robin both recommended me ones or vetoed others. They were getting frustrated with me because I kept rejecting the ones they gave me. 

“Then Robin found you. Kind of by accident, to be honest. But she did her research thing and I knew that I wanted to carry your symbol. It took me forever to find this shrine. Robin said this was probably the only shrine you had left, so I had to find it. 

“Dustin kept saying it was on the other side of the forest, but obviously he was wrong. Not that he’ll ever admit it, the little shit, but whatever. I’m sorry your shrine was abandoned like this, but I promise I’ll fix it up. I’m good with my hands, I can do it.”

There was no response to his admittedly disorganized ramble. It was fine, he told himself. He needed to be patient. He’d come back the next night.

–

Around the statue’s waist there was another tangled mess of vines, except these vines had died and rotted to dark sludge. There was fungus growing on it, and it reeked. It was gross. Steve scrubbed at it for hours because the rot had stained the stone. He was able to get rid of the rot and most of the stains before going to catch a few hours of sleep in the afternoon.

Night fell and Steve was kneeling for the third time. He repeated most of what he said the previous two nights. There was still no response. He thought maybe he was pushing too hard. He’d never been the super talkative type anyway. He could share the quiet night with his god, if that was what his god wanted.

A few hours passed when he was startled out of his near meditative state by the sound of snapping twigs. He leapt to his feet, hand on his scabbard. Someone–a man by the look of it–stumbled out of the woods. He was pale and dark haired, dressed in ragged clothes that were probably awful even when they were new. He looked like a vagabond. 

Steve stepped in front of the shrine, protectively. The stranger grinned at him and Steve could already tell he was not going to enjoy the conversation that was about to happen.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Steve asked firmly, cutting the man off before he could speak. The smile only grew wider.

“I could ask you the same thing, sir,” the man said, adopting the annoyed huff of a wealthy lord. Steve scowled.

“I asked first.”

“I asked second!”

“You didn’t ask me anything,” Steve responded, somewhat smug. The man paused and then snorted a laugh.

“Yeah, okay.” He raised his hands in mock surrender. “You got me.”

“So?”

“So what?”

“What are you doing here? Who are you?” Steve repeated shortly. The teasing grin was back, and Steve felt his scowl deepen.

“Nothing and no one, m’lord,” the man bows mockingly.

“I’m not a lord.”

“Huh. Could’ve fooled me. You’re certainly as demanding as any lord I’ve ever met.”

“Oh fuck you,” Steve snapped. “I’m a holy warrior.”

The man laughed at him outright.

“Well that doesn’t sound very holy warrior-ish. Are your type allowed to swear?”

Steve grinded his teeth and decided it was not worth it to continue this conversation for much longer.

“Look, if you’re here to steal, I’ve got nothing on me.”

“That’s exactly what someone with something to steal would say.”

“Well, I don’t! I’m on a pilgrimage and I don’t want to spill blood on holy ground. So.” Steve wrapped a hand around the hilt of his sword. “Leave. Please.”

“Holy ground? Here?” the man barks out a laugh. “Don’t you know what this place is?”

“Yes,” Steve says shortly, placing himself more firmly between the shrine and the man. “Please leave. There shouldn’t be violence done here.”

“Oh, it’s far too late for that. This place used to belong to the King of Darkness. It’s said he was so evil that nothing grew here until he was run out and defeated by the god of righteousness. You know the one. Really plays up the holier than thou thing by making his hair all gold and glowy? Gotta say, you could give him a run for his money though.”

“You’re wrong.”

“No really! Your hair is great. Way better than Carver, even with the glowy thing.” 

“Not that!” Steve said in frustration. This guy really liked the sound of his own voice and Steve was starting to get a headache. It was near dawn and all he wanted was to spend the last hour or so in the quiet night with his god.

“So you agree your hair is better than a god’s?” The man tsks at him. “That’s pretty blasphemous. Are you sure you’re a holy warrior?”

“No! I mean, yes. Wait,” Steve growls at his own bumbling. “No, I’m not better than any god. But I am a holy warrior. Kind of.”

“Kind of.”

“Look, I’m working on it so I need you to leave. You’ve insulted him enough already.”

“Your god is the King of Dark–”

“Call him that again, and I will draw my sword,” Steve said, voice steely. “He’s the Lord of Night, and I won’t let you insult him at his own shrine.”

The man goes quiet for the first time since he showed up. He looked almost surprised, his mocking grin gone. His eyes flicked over to the dilapidated statue and then back at Steve.

“Lord of Night doesn’t sound much different than what I called him,” the man said lightly.

“Well, it is,” Steve told him. “Now, will you please leave?”

The man stared at him for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah, alright.” And then he left as suddenly as he had arrived.

The tension that had built up in Steve’s shoulders drained away. He went back to kneel in front of the shrine again when he noticed the barest hint of sunrise on the horizon. He cursed under his breath then was hit with a wave of embarrassment at cursing in front of the shrine and the whole situation that had transpired.

“I’m sorry about that,” Steve said, abashed. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”

–

It happened again.

now with an additional snippet here and here

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[presumenothing]

hi! I really need some more zhou shen content, and am wondering if you can help me out. which are his best variety shows (that aren't singing comps, I think I've seen all those)? I loved youth periplous and keep running, and don't know what to watch next.

ok i'm gonna have to turn to crowdsourcing for this one because my attention span for watching shows esp general variety is basically Zero (0) so aside from a few exceptions the most i've seen is random clips of each. non-exhaustive list below shamelessly stolen off wikipedia, zhou shen tag friends please DO chip in with your sage advice

(also disclaimer that i have no idea about the eng sub availability and/or quality for any of these at all rip)

EDIT: comment party in the replies!! come drop in

music (regular):

声入人心/super vocal s1: the classic, probably everyone has seen this

我们的歌/our song: the new(?) classic. iconic showstopping etc

歌手·当打之年/singer 2020: need i say more

创造营/chuang 2021: dance dance revolution (polyglot edition)

天赐的声音/the treasured voice s3: still not over that 调查中 duet!! also shoutout to studio for solid rehearsal!shen vlog content

时光音乐会/time concert s2: A++ performances and vibes all around, including the game/dinner extras. also possibly still my favourite arrangement of ���亮

舞台2023/the next: lovely backstage bits of him working with contestants + nerding out over music with arai-sensei. plus that (literally) lit 人是＿ performance, we love to see it

music (guest):

蒙面唱将猜猜猜/masked singer: another classic

一起乐队吧/let's band: a rare 周浅 appears aww back when he would wince at people addressing him as laoshi

唱给世界听/sing tour: first appearance in a mentor role! though i don't think i've watched this one at all actually

这! 就是原创/chuang: remember when he actually broke a sweat over high Cs lmao. anyway tang hanxiao's skillz amirite

经典咏流传/everlasting classics s3: i need to listen to 情是何物 another 100000 times again actually?? also hiiii liao-laoshi

流淌的歌声/flowing melodies s2: the way everyone was just treating him like a walking jukebox on this one LOL 1000/10 valid

明日之子SUPER BAND: hey. hey lang lang you should bring this bean along to your appearances more often. please

乐队的夏天/the big band: that entire backstage footage of him and muma pls

上线吧! 华彩少年/bravo youngsters: ok i'll be honest i have no impression of what the actual show was about but the backstage clips were so fun

2060: mandatory mention simply because of that 浓情淡如你 performance aaaaaaaa

non-music (regular):

了不起的长城/the great wall

青春环游记/youth periplous s2: hilariously i'm pretty certain that everyone has watched more of this than i have

新手驾到/go newbies: the closest i will ever get to a driving license

令人心动的offer/an exciting offer s2-3: shenshen AND shuangbei (aka the he jiong + sa beining combo). what more could you ask for

开始推理吧/the truth: the only one of these i've watched in full (mostly). aka ZHOU KEKE my tiny beaaaaannnn 🥺🥺🥺

奔跑吧/keep running

non-music (guest):

出发吧，师傅!/shifu go go go: makes the list simply out of sheer hilarity

王牌对王牌/ace vs ace: that sa dingding duet!! aka instance no.??? of "let's elevate this non-music show to Concert Hall Levels"

天天向上/day day up: the one where he dubbed frozen live

向往的生活/back to field: hi maomao!

明星大侦探/who's the murderer NZND concert: aka Spooky Hours

奇妙之城/marvelous city: so nice to see him back home! also 10000/10 cave concert when

念念青春/searching for youth: A+ wardrobe choices no notes

种地吧: ditto (snuggly grey sweater!!)

你好生活 s4: aka the one where he nearly gave sa beining an aneurysm lmao

快乐大本营/happy camp and 你好星期六/hello saturday: hiiii he-laoshi!! also nezha!zs hahaha

[tessa-quayle]

FanFiction Recommendations

before I disclose my favorite Pedro Pascal character-related fan fiction here, a few caveats and disclosed biases: I’m a woman of a certain age.  I was your average English lit major.  I’m the dork who - upon listening to Jewel’s debut album and hearing the lyric “you can be Henry Miller and I’ll be Anais Nin” in the mid 1990s  - legit hauled my ass to the local public library and looked up Anais Nin - using the Dewey Decimal system - to read her elevated smut.  Right now I’m a content but exhausted, ragey American woman in a mid-life crisis.  I hate bullshit, I have an ok attention span, I scroll/read after the family’s gone to bed.  

if you look at my semi-neglected Tumblr page, you’ll see I’m relatively new to the Pedro fandom.  What a privilege to dive into really superb writing.  This is clearly not an exhaustive list and reflects my tastes (and to each her/his/their own)!  But if you’re an exhausted parent in a mid-life crisis and have no time, this may be for you! 

in no particular order...

@fuckyeahdindjarin - masterlist - Cee describes herself as a writer who pens romantic comedies - and she does a stellar job with them - but she sells herself short and fails to mention the sex scenes she writes are hot.  especially love the consent series (dieter bravo), the grays 2-part series (frankie morales), and of course, the ongoing joel miller/pin series.  a delightful mix of angst, sweetness, spice.  and a thoughtful writer with an inclusive mindset. 

@absurdthirst - masterlist - if you told me Keri has a few stories published in several “best of erotica” anthologies, I’d believe you.  good smut is fucking hard to write.  this is great smut.  this is smut you read and then take a cold shower afterwards or do whatever it is you like to do to get yourself off.  it’s smut that even as a non-smoker and knowing all the terrible health risks you may think goddamn I need a cigarette.  I'm partial to a few Javier Pena and Agent Whiskey pieces, but you’d be satisfied reading any of her stories.

@something-tofightfor - masterlist - Rachael should give a master class on how to write the best slow burn.  Her Joel Miller stories stand out for several reasons including - 1) she thoughtfully incorporates elements of the original canon/game into her fanfic which is uncommon in the PP fandom (from what I’ve seen/read at least), 2) every Joel story/chapter is compelling and well imagined.  Her current series on Tim Rockford has me on the edge of my seat and I'm eagerly awaiting the next installment.  And judging from the titles of her stories, we have similar music tastes (ha!). 

@disgruntledspacedad - this writer hasn’t updated in several months, but their Javier Pena multi-chapter fic (and folks, there are MANY out there) called Better Love is the one that kept me going and going and wanting to read more (see mention of short attention span in a tired mama above).  being in the healthcare field, I also arch my eyebrows out of curiosity when someone weaves medical stuff into their writing and wonder what line of work they do.  (yes I'm a terribly biased nerd, I’m a sucker for when someone puts a f!physician reader into their PP-character related drabble).

@jomiddlemarch - she is a great friend and a gifted, amazing writer who always makes me wonder “how does she do this and how does she do this so well and so quickly while the rest of us plebes are just getting through our day.”  she writes for MULTIPLE fandoms (and judging from the notes on her posts, I think her readership is more into those than Pedro and the Last of Us but it’s ok!), and started writing Joel Miller and an OFC (she created!) named Grace Yang (NOT ME - but maybe there’s a chance she created this OFC to shut me up since I’ve been rambling on and on about how besotted I am with Pedro 😂).  If you’re into OFCs, read her stuff.  Check out the (ongoing) entire series on her AO3 here.  Here’s one story that you can find on her Tumblr.  Two of the five stories are Ted Lasso crossovers - all her stories are written so richly and so layered - she’s the star in your writing workshop who’s showing and not telling - I’m still thinking about how there’s so much to unpack in the latest one. :) 

[quietblueriver]

15 questions for 15 friends

Tagged by @gingerniiiija. Thanks, friend! This was super fun.

Were you named after anyone? I was. In good Southern (US) fashion, I have a double name that incorporates my grandmother's maiden name, which was also my mom's middle name and is now one of my niece's names.

When was the last time you cried? Today. I took one of my dogs to board at the same time that a pup was coming for their last vet visit and watching him surrounded by his crying family while an instrumental version of a Brandi Carlile song played over the vet speakers broke me. Managed to keep it together until I got to the car. Before that, Thursday during Critical Role.

Do you have kids? I do not. I do have wonderful nieces, and being their aunt is one of the best things in my life.

What sports have you played/do you play? I played church basketball and soccer when I was little. As an adult, I've played rugby but I tend toward activities like running, yoga, swimming, and hiking/wandering with my dogs.

Do you use sarcasm? Yes, in a dry humor way. My entire family is dry as hell, so it's a big part of my sense of humor, although I rein it in with strangers so as not to be a tool. I'm typically called a golden retriever gay, but one of the highest compliments I have ever received was one of my oldest friends telling me that Sister Michael from Derry Girls reminded her of me.

First thing you notice about people? I genuinely don't think I have a pattern here. Voice, maybe? Or smile? I do often appreciate and take note of people's style as well, especially shoes.

What is your eye color? Green

Scary movies or happy endings? Whichever has the better queer storyline

Any talents? I come in clutch in the following trivia categories: pop culture (non-reality tv); 90s country music/modern women of country; name that song; US history and politics and/or law; and queer things. Per my nieces, I am very good at the "funny faces" feature on FaceTime, a solid water slide escort, and an acceptable makeshift jungle gym. I have been told that I'm an excellent driver; I enjoy driving and have driven both a passenger van and a U-Haul up most of the East Coast of the US.

Where were you born? A military base in the United States.

What are your hobbies? I love writing, feeding/spending easy time with friends, reading (preference for fiction, poetry, and comics, although I do love some philosophy and theory as well), exploring good food and new places (solo or with friends, my own city or others), live music and theater, playing board games and Switch, watching tv and movies (my oldest niece and I see a movie every time I visit them in person and it brings me great joy), and being silly with my nieces. I'm a lawyer and a law nerd, so I also spend time following SCOTUS and listening to legal/political podcasts.

Do you have any pets? Two dogs, Annie and Buffy, a big doofy retriever mix and a tiny poodle-ish terror respectively.

How tall are you? 5' 8"

Favorite subject in school? Growing up, English/Lit, closely followed by History. At university, I majored in History and Gender & Sexuality Studies.

Dream Job? Obligatory note that I do not dream of labor. But I'm actually currently working on a career shift, so I'm giving this a lot of thought. I'd love to be a writer, journalist, professor, or preacher (last one is more complicated, for probably obvious reasons).

Would love to see answers from anyone who wants to do this! Tagging @korralone, @kasadilla11, @antlereed, and @overnighttosunflowers. Pls forgive me/disregard if you hate this, ha.

[13thpythagoras]

why Dune is crap

Tolkein and this English lit scholar explain my pov quite well

"

Martin Turner · BA in English Literature and Language, University of Oxford (Graduated 1988)

Tolkien stated “I dislike DUNE with some intensity,” but he did not give a reason why.

However, you don’t need to look far—only as far as Tree and Leaf—to understand Tolkien’s views on story and artistry.

Tolkien was interested in stories that were good for their own sake. Even in dark moments, the story should be a delight to the reader. By Tolkien standards, Dune is quite gratuitous in its bloodthirstiness, violence and corruption. Herbert takes a positive delight (it would seem) in describing the debauchery of the Harkonnens.

On a similar level, Tolkien always wrote in a way which was suitable for children. He discusses this in Tree and Leaf. He did not see any benefit in filling out his stories with sex and gore.

Tolkien’s world is ultimately a world of grace and kindness. These, to Tolkien, were the marks of the true hero, of whom Gandalf and Aragorn were the contrasting pinnacles. These are qualities almost entirely absent from Dune, which is much more focussed on power and revenge. This is somewhat like the difference between Shakespeare and Webster. The Duchess of Malfi has a very similar milieu to Dune. Tolkien’s own heroes were Gawain and Beowulf, rather than Machiavelli.

Tolkien describes world-building as an imaginative journey. He discusses the difference between simply writing ‘the green sun’ and thoroughly imagining it. To him, the imagination was the main thing. Dune, by contrast, is ‘Lawrence of Arabia in space’. Herbert was reportedly[1][2] very taken by the film,[3]and transplants the milieu wholesale into a science-fiction setting.[4][5] To Tolkien, this was an unacceptable shortcut. Remember that he criticised his friend CS Lewis for borrowing and mixing in Narnia. Herbert’s method is far more heinous, from a Tolkien point of view.

Tolkien loved language. He plays with it endlessly, and there is an extraordinary sound to his prose if you read it aloud. Herbert has a superficial reference to multiple languages, such as Chakobsa, but it is quite evidently that of the non-linguist.

Tolkien didn’t like preachy writing. It wasn’t just allegory he was opposed to. Dune is full of little asides telling us about ideal societies, and what it means to be human. It would have grated Tolkien on most pages.

Tolkien did not like modernism. Dune is a child of modernism in a much clearer way than, say, Foundation or Islands in the Sky. Its philosophy is a blend of existentialism, proto-New-Ageism, nihilism and rationalist scepticism. All of these would have seemed barren to Tolkien, and Herbert lets them go unchallenged.

Tolkien is concerned with heroes. Dune is concerned with anti-heroes. Herbert is quite explicit about this: “Here lies a toppled god / his fall was not a small one / we did but build his pedestal / a narrow and a tall one” (Tleilaxu epitaph, Dune Messiah).

Above everything, Dune had been very publicly compared to and described as the science-fiction equivalent of The Lord of the Rings. Tolkien would have been aghast to see what people thought was an equivalent to his writing, which was opposite in almost every respect.

Ultimately, Dune is full of the things that Tolkien detested, and having the book described as the equivalent of his own book must have irked him deeply.

Footnotes

[1] 

“Going Native” with Dune’s Paul Atreides

[2] 

Dune, 50 years on: how a science fiction novel changed the world

[3] 

Dune (1984) - IMDb

[4] 

Interview with Frank Herbert and Beverly Herbert by Willis E. McNelly

[5] 

Frank Herbert’s Dune and the Dune Series

"

Watching Dune is like watching a documentary of gratuitous violence rather than an actual story, even the director of Dune (2021) states this, Denis Villeneuve: "I tried to do a sci-fi movie like a documentary." [Nerds of Color]

Calling Dune punk-anything is like calling Godzilla a rom-com...

Dune's white savior complex is stinging and constant, and there is no defense, even as we see director Villeneuve attempt to defend on this point as:

"There is a storytelling trope called the White Savior where a Caucasian will go into a foreign land and act as a rescuer or messianic figure to the indigenous people there. And Herbert’s work has been criticized for falling into that trope. So how do you contemporize the story to avoid falling into the problematic areas that trope may potentially present?

That’s a very important question. And it’s why I thought Dune was, the way I was reading it, a critique of that [trope]. It’s not a celebration of a savior. It’s a condemnation and criticism of that idea of a savior. Of someone that will come and tell another operation how to be and what to believe… it’s a criticism. That’s the way I feel it’s relevant and can be seen contemporary. And that’s what I’ll say about that. Frankly it’s the opposite [of that trope]." -[Nerds of Color]

Is it though? It seemed to me like Paul Atreites frees the fremen and re-establishes his dynasty, this time as ruler of the universe. How is that anything except a huge shining perfect example of the white savior complex? Villeneuve and Herbert just kind of wave their hands and say "ehh it's the opposite" and walk off from the topic, and I'm just over here with an actual soul, left wondering, what in the goddamn fuck was that gaslighting?

Villeneuve and Herbert are like "Well it didn't end well for Paul, we fucked him up pretty bad in the end so therefore it's a critique of the white savior model"

and I'm just over here like,

you can't just kill the white savior and assume he's gone and you're rid of it, the Romans tried that and it didn't work out for them...LMAO fuck dune... sorry not sorry!! Long live liberty, democracy, education, justice, and Tolkien, not that glorification of fascist racist bullshit called Dune. /rant

[fist-amidst-the-hands]

[shaking from the bars on my enclosure] YENFRI COLLEGE AU YENFRI COLLEGE AU

YENFRI COLLEGE AU I love this one so much and kind of wish it was less abandoned (yes I'm both saddened by this and the direct cause of it) or at least more fully thought out before abandoning lol

this is for the wip ask game!

okay so this au was originally heavily influenced / inspired from when I worked at a gas station and for about 5 months I would just spend all non-work mental energy thinking about this au during shifts (as one does). then I found all the docs last year when I wasn't in the original fandom I wrote it for anymore and took pieces of it and merged it into a college au for the witcher squad!

renfri is a computer science major with a minor in game design, yen is a literature major, they're dating and they room with triss who's a bio / environmental studies major. yen works at the convenience store near campus, renfri likes to visit sometimes while yen is working and there are lots of little work shift shenanigans! geralt is also in their friend group, I didn't note this anywhere but I feel like he and renfri were friends before college. anyway they're all juniors, and jaskier is a freshman and dating geralt

there's truly no overarching plot it's just a bunch of little scenes that will all be strung together but here are a few of them:

yen always teasing renfri for not having homework bc she's such a fucking nerd that she finishes all her assignments during lab

jaskier complaining during an early on hang out about how he has no free time bc there's always so much school work to do :( [college freshman, not gotten into the swing of things yet] and renfri is like "maybe you suck at time management, I always have free time and I work" and jaskier mocks her with "what assignments do you even have, reach level 100?". this inevitably leads to renfri giving geralt the *why did you bring him* look, yen rubbing renfir's shoulder to calm her (it's actually to hold her back but jaskier is oblivious) and saying "she's a cs major", jaskier looking betrayed and loudly whispering to geralt "you said it was something with video games??", and geralt very much not whispering responding with "I said 'game design', and you said 'oh like video games?' then changed the topic"

yen being so sick of the kids she's TA'ing, who chose to be lit majors, for misspelling the last names of very famous authors. she's honestly about to snap at the next kid who can't spell shakespeare

renfri being the best at staring people down when they start hitting on yen, she’s genuinely a little scary and i love her for it

wow I haven’t thought about this au in so long and I’m excited about it all over again thank you for picking this one!!!!

[beesandwasps]

A friend of mine said he’d like to start reading El Goonish Shive after my bombardment of funny panels from the strip and mention of how it has positively-portrayed characters of all kinds of different genders/sexualities, but I feel a little conflicted about recommending it because the author has gotten so much better at drawing with time, has changed attitudes over time, and has also changed plot directions at least once. The strip is now one of the highest-quality long-running story webcomics — but the author is scrupulously trying not to recon old plot hooks out of existence, which means that there are plot points which you can’t get without reading the parts of the strip which were completely different and potentially even offensive. So as a public service, here is a summary of the early parts of the story, when the art was rough and the plot was not really what it is now, listing any plot points which have — so far — turned out to be important, in chronological order with some panels taken from the comic as illustrations, and links every time the summary reachest the beginning of a new section in the comic archives so you can switch to reading the comic when you get tired of the summary. Since this is going to be a long post, I’m hiding it under a “keep reading”.

(The large text headings in this summary are the names of sections in the strip archives. Each one is a link to the first strip in that section. The first appearances of permanent character names are in bold blue text, the first mentions of recurring named locations are in bold orange text, and the first mentions of plot-important objects are in bold red text.)

Introductions

The original main characters are introduced with lots of 4th wall breakage, significantly different personalities to what they eventually become, and no real plot in mind yet (their last names are not revealed until later but there’s no reason not to give them here):

Tedd Verres: a seemingly stereotypical white male video game and science nerd of high school age, with very large, thick glasses; in the early strips he is extremely horny in a sexist way (this later changes a lot)

Elliot Dunkel: Ted’s best friend, a brown-haired white martial arts jock who is relatively level-headed but not very introspective, and in certain ways kind of slow on the uptake; in the first few strips he is a sarcastic sexist jerk (this ceases to be true very quickly once the plot starts)

Sarah Brown: Elliot’s childhood friend, who is an artist; she is a shortish non-athletic white girl with blond hair. she is very dubious about Ted (with cause) and can pull cartoon-style hammers out of nowhere when offended by sexism (believe it or not this eventually becomes a plot point)

The Goo

In chemistry class at Moperville North High School, Tedd and Elliot accidentally bring an experiment (to create “goo”) to life. It escapes, finds a big tub of steroids which happens to be in a supply closet by cartoonish coincidence, and becomes huge. The two of them fail to capture it, and try to set off the sprinkler system to dissolve it instead — which fails because the principal (who purposely looks a little like Hitler) diverted maintenance funds to have inspirational murals painted. (This will be a running-but-occasional gag.) Elliot eventually blows the monster up by punching it hard enough to penetrate the exterior and then shoving a lit cigarette lighter into the hole. (Also introduced in this section: a stereotypical German scientist who is eventually revealed to be named Dr. Germahn, who answers reader questions about in-universe stuff, with a ditzy blond assistant, who is eventually revealed to be named Amanda. Like Tedd, Dr. Germahn is suggested to be comically horny.)

Shade, Part 1

Tedd and Elliot were in the paper for the goo adventure; a silhouetted female figure reads about it and wonders if Tedd could help her. Sarah tries to ask Elliot out on a date to the movies, but he fails to pick up on the “date” part and gets Tedd to come along. (The employee selling tickets, a skinny young would-be pickup artist with spiked blond hair, has his first appearance here; he is later constantly used as the go-to character when giving an illustration of sleazy behavior.)

On reaching his house after the movie, Tedd is approached by the formerly-silhouetted female figure, who is now revealed to have a light brown skin tone and brown hair. She is wearing a trench coat, and is cold because she is wearing nothing else, so Tedd (being at this stage of the strip comically horny) immediately invites her inside, but then gives her clothing. Tedd’s father is upset that Tedd has invited somebody indoors, but (mutually) recognizes her. Mr. Verres (first name later revealed to be Edward) refers to her as “Shade Tail”, and after establishing that nobody knows she’s there, permits her to stay as long as her presence is kept secret.

This bewilders Tedd, but is part of Mr. Verres’ unspecified-but-shady job with the government. “Shade Tail” asks to be called Grace (much later adopting the last name Sciuridae); she is revealed to be somewhat naive in an under-socialized way. Further silhouetted figures with monstrous outlines and glowing eyes are revealed to be searching for her somewhere outside. The next morning, Ted calls Elliot over, and he meets Grace, and initially has difficulty believing that she is both real and in Tedd’s basement lab voluntarily. (Also, Tedd has a somewhat shy pet — Jeremy — who is some kind of cat-hedgehog hybrid, origins unexplained.) Elliot, at Ted’s request, convinces Sarah to help shop for clothing for Grace, and she reluctantly comes to Tedd’s house. Sarah disguises Grace (with glasses, reference is made to Clark Kent) and Sarah and Grace go to the mall, where Grace loses sight of the objective. She reveals that she weighs 160 pounds (very heavy for her size!) and scares off a would-be mugger by shape-changing into a giant were-squirrel (basically) and exhibiting telekinetic powers, then passes out from the effort.

Q&A #1

Dr. Germahn and Amanda explain that Grace can change size without changing weight. It is established that Dr. Germahn’s lab has mysterious transformation potions around. They also explain that Sarah can only use mallets when it’s funny and in response to sexism, so she couldn’t use them to defend against the mugger… Amanda then uses one on the doctor.

Shade, Part 2

Sarah comes home with Grace (still fuzzy but less animal-looking) and furiously accuses Tedd of having done something to her (with reference to him having “done something” to Sarah in the past). Mr. Verres says that no, Grace is the result of illegal experiments by a group of scientists trying to create shape-changing assassins. The first three were a guinea pig man named Guineas, a hedgehog man named Hedge (so creative!), and a vampire bat man named Vlad. These first three experience severe pain when transforming, and Vlad’s transformation is a life-threatening maneuver, but Grace is an improved model in that respect — but her unwillingness to kill caused her to be regarded as a failure. The scientists were then killed by a powerful malevolent apparently-human creation from somewhere else, named Damien, who stole all their notes and took the shape-changers with him.

While Tedd and Elliot are helping Mr. Verres search his enormous collection of top secret government documents (most of them apparently about successful coverups of aliens and cryptids and so forth) for more information, Grace wakes up and is surprised Sarah isn’t scared by her squirrel form, and is touched by Sarah’s kindness. Sarah says it’s because she “has experience” because of something Tedd did, but they are interrupted by the return of the others. Elliot is suspicious of Grace, says she’s dangerous, and wants to know why she came to Tedd. She explains that she isn’t dangerous because she doesn’t know how to fight, but her brothers are seriously dangerous to everyone, particularly Vlad, and she thought maybe Tedd could help them without killing them, because it isn’t their fault that they are dangerous. Elliot and Sarah leave, and Grace snuggles up to Tedd, who is surprised by it, expecting his cartoonish teenaged horniness to cause disgust.

Relations, Part 1

Elliot invites Sarah to come to his martial arts class the next afternoon, because she was almost mugged and needs to learn to defend herself. She reluctantly agrees. The next day at school, Elliot is acting oddly and avoiding Sarah, who decides that it’s a good thing he hasn’t noticed that she wants to date him if he’s already acting this way.

After school, Grace, who has been housebound all day, pounces on Tedd when he walks in the door. She admits she likes Tedd, who likes her squirrel form. She changes back to human, and when told about Elliot’s odd behavior, she deduces that Elliot may be about to break Sarah’s heart. Meanwhile, Elliot gives Sarah a ride to the class.

April Fools Week

Joke strips. No long-term plot-related content.

Relations, Part 2

Sarah and Elliot arrive at “Anime-Style Martial Arts”, and meet three new recurring characters: Justin Tolkiberry (a tallish high school male with longish dirty blond hair parted in the center), Nanase Kitsune (a muscular tanned girl with red hair and green eyes, also wearing an over-the-top anime-ish karate fighter outfit), and Sensei Greg (a very tall muscular black man with an afro).

Sensei Greg asks Elliot to help him with something, and is revealed to be trying to go Super Saiya — it is revealed that Greg, who was already a black belt in three schools of martial arts, binge-watched 168 hours straight of anime and realized how to develop anime-style fighting techniques which should not actually be possible, and opened this dojo to teach the system. Nanase is the star pupil, and is conspicuously charging her “Ki” (anime, yes?), while Greg, hoping to impress a potential new student (Sarah), asks Elliot to have an exhibition match with Nanase.

The match is, as you might expect, ridiculous, with glowing fists and feet, Nanase splitting in three, and Elliot doing an explosive power-up through narrative revelation. (Incidentally, it is revealed by thought balloon that Justin is gay and finds Elliot attractive.) Nanase wins by distracting Elliot using the Demon Duck — a later-occasionally-recurring joke character whose purpose/job/hobby is to serve as a distraction.

After knocking down Elliot and winning the match, Nanase kisses him, which is revealed to be something they do after every fight, because in fact they are already dating and Elliot has not told Sarah this. Sarah reacts with shock and runs away. Nanase slaps Elliot — no magic or anything, just a slap — for being such a jerk to Sarah and tells him to go find her and talk to her. She has gone to the ice cream parlor nearby. Sarah confesses her love for Elliot, and flees again; Elliot has the sudden realization that he loves Sarah, and in any case is making a mistake which may cost him his oldest friend, and follows her out of the ice cream parlor only to be confronted by Nanase, who amicably breaks up with him because he obviously likes Sarah more than her; they have never done anything really romantic, ever, aside from the kisses after they fight at the dojo.

Catnip

Sarah arrives at Tedd’s house. Ted and Grace are asleep on the couch (Grace is in squirrel form and has her head in Tedd’s lap), with a mint smell which Tedd explains is catnip, then a flashback to the previous night begins.

Tedd has a transformation ray gun (“the TF gun” for short) and Grace thinks that this may be at least a temporary solution to her problem — if they change her brothers into some other form, perhaps they will be unable to change out of it. She volunteers to test it, despite Tedd’s worries, and changes into a cat-person (not the usual anime “catgirl”). After initially believing that she is unable to change back independently, she discovers that not only is she able to change back if she concentrates, she can now transform at will into a squirrel-person or a cat-person (which Tedd finds erotic). Grace admits that this means they can’t use the TF gun directly to stop her brothers, but maybe they can give her a more powerful form which she could use to stop them physically. Tedd says the most powerful form possible is half-Jeremy. (It is revealed that the TF gun has been programmed by Ted to have a number of forms in it, including gender transformations.) The half-Jeremy form is indeed scary (although Jeremy suddenly gets friendly when it happens) so Grace changes back. The spines ruined her shirt, and Tedd is surprised that Grace has no problem with nudity (which messes with his mind) although of course it is not shown directly. To wind up the evening, they turn Grace back into a cat-person and bring out catnip.

The “flashback” is revealed to be a playback of recorded video of the whole thing, which Sarah has been watching with Tedd and Grace. (Sarah is annoyed that Grace would not let them skip the nude part, while Grace wants to know what’s so wrong with her body that nobody wants to see it).

Sarah goes home and that night Grace has trauma-induced nightmares; Tedd is awakened by her vocalizations and runs out of his room to check on her, forgetting his glasses. Grace demands that he stay with her for company (Tedd says his father would be upset but joins her), and then admits that the glasses don’t actually help his vision, they’re (in part) a prop to help him look more masculine. The glasses are actually something he got from his father, and have all kinds of special features, like x-ray vision. We learn that Elliot and Tedd met when Elliot beat up a bully who had been pestering Tedd — originally under the mistaken impression that Tedd actually was a girl.

Sister

Part 1 — Open The Box

Mr. Verres interrupts Tedd on his way to school to say he will be away on business for a few days, and to warn him not to “fool around” with Grace while he’s away, accidentally letting slip that she can’t pregnant while transformed, which makes Tedd very happy. At school, Tedd is bullied by Tony (no last name to date; a big football jock who is unpleasant in various ways) for being girly-looking and for doodling Grace as a squirrel. Tedd gets angry and decides he’ll turn Tony into a girl to make him stop.

We then cut to Sarah, who is confiding the events of the previous night to her friend Susan (full name — which she hates: Tiffany Susan Pompoms; a tall thin white girl with long black hair who is vocally very feminist, initially to the point of being anti-male, and also extremely logical and good at critical thinking; she takes no guff from anyone and can also summon those hammers from nowhere like Sarah). Sarah is inclined to forgive Elliot despite his having concealed Nanase’s existence from her, to Susan’s disgust.

At lunch, Sarah speaks to a still-disgruntled Tedd, who reveals that Elliot is staying home today for reasons which surprise Sarah:

After a momentary 4th-wall break, Tedd is called to the Principal’s office, where the Principal wants to know if Tedd can make him an army of goo soldiers, which Tedd denies either wanting or being able to do.

We then cut to Moperville South High School (the other school was North, if you recall), where Justin and Nanase are discussing the breakup. Justin is frustrated because he can’t find any other gay guys to date; Nanase admits she never actually found Elliot attractive and was trying all the time through the performative kissing to convince herself that he was. Justin suggests that maybe she is gay, too, which makes her very angry.

Part 2 — Read The Rules

Late that afternoon, just as Elliot has finally decided to call Sarah, Tedd arrives at his house clutching the TF gun, which is broken and which he is desperate to repair without Grace’s knowledge, because he has turned himself into a girl. (Elliot is unable to tell the difference at first, to Tedd’s annoyance.) Tedd explains that he was testing a time-limited (wears off after a day) female transformation to use on Tony and then the safety stuck so he can’t change back. After some juvenile jokes about the situation, Tedd fixes the gun while Elliot calls Sarah, who immediately cuts him off to say she’ll be right over. Elliot goes back to Tedd, who has already fixed the gun, but annoys him again by failing to be able to tell that Tedd has already turned himself back to male; Tedd then shoots him with the TF gun. Afterwards, Tedd wonders why he was so irrationally angry (this will be revisited much, much later!), and then discovers that the TF gun was set to “variant #5”. The gun then breaks for real, and Tedd says that V5 wears off after a month, rather than a day like normal.

Elliot worries that Sarah is on her way over, but Tedd says that that won’t be a problem. When Sarah arrives, she is upset that Elliot is now a girl, then shocked to discover that she still finds Elliot sexy. Tedd reveals that the V5 form was designed to be sexy, and emits pheromones which make everyone attracted. Also, he says that Elliot should be bisexual now, which proves to be the case. (Although it takes a long time, this is eventually a plot point.)

After Tedd leaves, Elliot asks Sarah to help him get ready to attend school as a girl because he refuses to miss a month of school over this. Meanwhile, Tedd discovers that when he used his special glasses to record himself in the mirror as a girl at Elliot’s house, Grace was on the computer and saw it, so the whole attempt to keep this a secret in the first place was wasted.

Elliot’s parents turn out to be almost preternaturally calm about his temporary change in gender; his father treats it as simply a minor issue caused by Tedd while his mother is thrilled and takes pictures.

Part 3 — Set Up The Pieces

The next day, Elliot shows up at school as a “temporary transfer student”, pretending to be his cousin “Ellen”. Tony trash-talks Elliot and hits on “Ellen”, who discovers that, as a girl, she can now summon hammers like Sarah and Susan, and clobbers him.

At lunchtime, “Ellen” senses something sinister, but it passes. Susan, after beating Tony with a mallet for harassing her, sees “Ellen” and asks if she wants to share a table along with Sarah. Tedd bows out to work in the library — partially out of fear of Susan — and “Ellen” reluctantly joins them. Susan badmouths Elliot and men in general, which makes “Ellen” feel bad and Sarah gets angry enough to move to another table with “Ellen”.

Part 4 — Play The Game

After school, Tedd calls “Ellen” because Grace (who is a natural genius and therefore a homeschooling whiz) has an idea. (Incidentally, “Ellen” learns for the first time that Tedd’s glasses are not vision-corrective and can see through clothes.) Grace was poking in Mr. Verres’ top secret files and has discovered that the government secretly has an artifact called the Dewichery Diamond, which is stored in an ultra-low-security “Paranormal Things That Are Of Little Use To Anyone Storage Facility”. This artifact is said to remove shape-altering curses on contact with a person who is cursed, and it might be able to fix the problem. “Ellen” is willing to believe that magic exists because of Nanase’s martial arts. (Incidental point: Nanase is revealed at this point to be Tedd’s cousin.)

“Ellen” and Tedd drive “Ellen”’s car off to the facility, Grace staying home to maintain secrecy as promised to Mr. Verres. “Ellen” has asked Greg, as a favor, to watch the house so if there’s an attack by Grace’s brothers somebody will see it and/or help defend, and he — having anime-style powers — senses Grace’s superhuman powers as she transforms repeatedly (she has discovered that — since gaining the cat form — she now changes weight when changing form), panics when she goes into half-Jeremy form and becomes incredibly powerful, and breaks into the house to “rescue” her. She instantly changes into an actual squirrel to hide, and Jeremy tries to attack him, but they talk it over peacefully and after repairing the door, he stays inside, watching Tedd’s anime collection.

Grace, who starts playing computer games, receives a video chat message through the computer from an alternate universe version of Tedd, who calls himself “Beta Tedd” and says he is warning as many versions of himself of a threat. (He is, incidentally, dating his universe’s version of Elliot, who is basically a genuine version of “Ellen”.)

Part 5 — Knock The Board Over

“Ellen” and Tedd arrive at the PTTAOLUTA Facility, get in with no trouble whatsoever, and find the Dewitchery Diamond — which is huge, nearly the size of a human head — on a stand under a spotlight, which is suspicious because most of the artifacts are in crates.

“Ellen” touches it, and is split into his normal self and a female copy, which they all rapidly conclude is the embodiment of the transformation. The copy — henceforth just Ellen — has a meltdown, which is made worse when she realizes that the transformation was supposed to wear off in a month so she will presumably disappear. She snaps, announces that no, she’s actually Elliot’s evil twin, and after Elliot fails to react, announces that she will do things to cause trouble for which Elliot will have to take the blame. Elliot tries to restrain her, but she outsmarts him and deliberately gets thrown through a (conveniently glassless) window, and drives away in the car after Elliot, concerned, checks that she’s all right.

Elliot is knocked unconscious by the security guard, and he and Tedd are locked up. While locked up, Tedd consults the notes of the wizard who created the Dewitchery Diamond and discovers that Ellen is not going to disappear; duplicates created by it are permanently “cursed” (in Ellen’s case: permanently female), and caused a horrible tragedy when it was first used to remove lycanthropy (as you might imagine). Elliot is glad Ellen is safe, but concerned about what she is going to do when she gets home.

Tedd and Elliot are eventually released. With the car gone, they need to figure out a way to get home. As it happens, Tedd is wearing a belt which is related to the TF gun. Elliot uses it to (very painfully) change into a superhumanly fast and strong cat-person, and carries Tedd home.

Part 6 — Scattered Pieces

At 6 AM, Grace lets us know that Tedd and Elliot have not returned. At 7:40, Ellen arrives at Moperville North, preparing to cause chaos. This does not go as planned — her attempt to ogle girls in the locker rooms doesn’t make Liz the goth girl (minor recurring character) angry enough to report her, the teacher she yells at (who has legitimately been a jerk) is afraid of her, and when she tries to humiliate Elliot by giving a talk about PMS in Speech class she discovers that she doesn’t actually know anything about it (she has Elliot’s memories, after all) and uses the Demonic Duck to escape.

Tedd and Elliot hitch a ride to Moperville from somebody very suspicious (not-really-a-spoiler: it’s Grace’s brother Hedge). Grace, who has fallen asleep at the foot of the stairs, has another nightmare which wakes Greg, who had fallen asleep on the sofa. She says she was scared of a picture on the computer, but when they go to look, they find that Tedd — using the “record from glasses to computer” feature from earlier — has left a message explaining what happened, and asking Grace to tell Sarah — but it is now hours too late. The two of them depart for the school in Greg’s car.

Ellen hears Tony badmouthing Tedd, grabs him by the throat, and seriously threatens him, finally getting caught by the Principal. She grabs his hairpiece and says it makes him look like Hitler, which he had never realized, which causes him to run away instead of punishing her. Sarah sees Ellen at this point, but she runs away instead of confronting her. Ellen has a breakdown in front of the mirrors in a bathroom, where she is found by Sarah. She kisses Sarah and says “goodbye”, then runs away.

Part 7 — Fist Fight

As she is running, Ellen suddenly sense danger (as Elliot did the other day), and rescues Sarah from the goo monster, which erupts out of the wall. It has gotten much bigger and now has multiple mouths and can speak. It says it will kill Ellen in the name of “the master”. Susan hears the panic which begins and pulls a fire alarm, while Ellen asks the goo monster who “the master” is, and it answers “Lord Tedd”, who wants to kill “weak Tedd”.

Elliot flees with Sarah, but then realizes that the goo is the start of the chain which caused the mess she’s in, and decides she has to kill it. Cameos of Liz smoking and not caring, Grace and Greg racing to the school, and Susan imperiously yelling into her cell phone at Nanase to come and kill the goo. Ellen confronts the goo in the gym. Sarah literally runs into Grace and Greg and learns that Ellen is not Elliot. They head to the gym.

The goo reveals that it can breathe fire; Ellen, telling them to stay back, dodges its attacks and discovers that she can somehow fire a green beam out of her palm, which is similar to the V5 beam from the TF gun. She tries it on the goo, and discovers that although it doesn’t damage the goo, the beam does stun it. While Ellen fights the goo, Grace explains the situation to Sarah and Greg, and Susan steps out and reveals she has overheard everything, and that Nanase is on her way.

Susan grasps the situation quickly and asks if any of them know how to kill the goo. Grace says Beta Tedd said that there’s a central core which is the weakness, but it is the size of a marble.

Justin and Nanase arrive. After being filled in, Nanase starts fighting using her duplicate attack from earlier. While they distract the goo, the real Nanase explains to Ellen that she is not going to die, in theory, although the goo then manages to trap them both. Before the goo can kill them, Grace freezes it telekinetically, as Greg and Justin attack with martial arts and Susan pops a katana out of nowhere. Under the stress of using telekinesis, Grace attempts to transform, but turns into a fusion form of everything, which is so powerful that the goo recognizes her as “the alternate of General Shade Tail” and tries to start some sort of ultimate attack.

Justin has freed Ellen and Nanase, and as the goo has retracted into a smaller form, she uses an anime-style ultimate attack, which blows the goo into bits. She also gets hit with her own beam, which makes her larger and slightly green. Ellen smashes the core of the goo, and Lord Tedd — somewhere dark, with glowing red eyes — sees a terminal which reads “goo cell #2812 offline -objective failed-”.

(The Principal reveals, as the normal students and teachers are freezing outside waiting for fire trucks, that he used the money which should have gone into maintaining a link from the fire alarms to the actual Fire Department on his beloved murals.)

Part 8 — Clean Up

Susan asks Ellen how she is, and Ellen hits on her. Ellen zaps her foot and changes back to normal. Tedd and cat-Elliot arrive and Grace happily pounces on Tedd. They explain that they got a ride from somebody strange who seemed to think at first that cat-Elliot was Grace, and who called himself Hedge.

Mr. Verres then arrives, terrifying Tedd (because Tedd has been knowingly breaking rules like crazy for days). Elliot, believing that the government will lock up the duplicate created by the diamond, pretends that they don’t know whether he or Ellen is the duplicate, to Ellen’s guilt-tripped surprise. Mr. Verres denies any ill intent, although his job is to cover things up, and they all leave the school to meet up at Tedd’s house after getting cleaned up from the goo. (It is revealed in a flashback panel that Mr. Verres’ job involves aliens in some way.)

Explanations begin, and everybody gets to see the picture on the computer which scared Grace, which is of Lord Tedd being scary and threatening. (His eyes are black with red pupils.) Mr. Verres casually says “I guess Grace didn’t die in that dimension” and then wanders off without any explanation. Susan finds that Jeremy really likes her for some reason, while explaining that she gained access to genuine magic on a class trip to France with Nanase years ago, but agreed to keep it secret. Nanase shows up, dressed very demurely (unlike how she was dressed at school or at the dojo), and she and Ellen laugh at each others’ appearance, then get offended that the other laughed.

Mr. Verres refuses to explain the comment about Grace dying, other than saying “I obviously wasn’t talking about that Grace”. He also makes Ellen cry by being too blunt about her situation and emphasizing that her current personality is basically false (her memories are all those of another person). Elliot reasons that Nanase is the person most likely to be able to calm Ellen down, and the two of them have a conversation and hug, and Ellen comes out and formally introduces herself to everybody, since she is actually a completely new person.

Mr. Verres then reveals that Tedd never needed to test the gun on a human in the first place, because there is a device in the basement specifically made to do that, which infuriates Ellen and Elliot. Also, Mr. Verres says that Tedd turns himself into a girl all the time (which disturbs him — this eventually becomes a plot point) so all of this should not have been a cause for panic in the first place, and Ellen finally zaps Tedd with her palm beam and refuses to change him back. Tedd worries what Grace will think, but actually she thinks it’s great that he now has long hair, and wants to play with it later.

Justin finds a note on the refrigerator from Mr. Verres to Tedd, but it is indecipherable — he, Nanase, and Sarah all try to read it (and think it says messages which would be more appropriate to themselves). Mr. Verres arrives and says that it told Tedd that he, Mr. Verres, would be bringing home materials for the TF gun within a few days, so actually Tedd should have known not to panic about the gun in the first place. This makes Ellen even angrier, until Tedd tries to read it and also gets it wrong, and then Ellen herself looks at it and realizes there was no chance Tedd could possibly have known what it said.

Mr. Verres tells everybody what to keep secret (everything, basically), and says that Ellen will henceforth — subject to Elliot’s parents’ approval — be living with Elliot’s family as his long-lost sister, but going to school at Moperville South (with Justin and Nanase) rather than North. Elliot finally changes back (again painfully) from being a cat-person, and everybody goes home.

Elliot’s parents are, again, weirdly unconcerned about suddenly having a second child, and also about all the weird things which have happened to Elliot:

After first teasing Elliot and then confirming that he is really okay with her existing and living in the same house, Ellen goes to sleep (in Elliot’s bed while he sleeps on the floor).

This ends the “Sister” storyline; the next section in the archives is New And Old Friends. I intend to post a reply to this post which will continue the summary from this point through the end of the story arc “Shadows After Dark”. (“Shadows After Dark” more or less ends the era where the artwork and plot of the strip were noticeably influenced by Dragon Ball and the current big story arc began. With a few hiatuses, the current big story arc has been running for nineteen years now, so there’s plenty more to read.) After that point, there is no question that if you are interested you should read the actual comic.

[spirngakawening]

Once again reminiscing over Hamlet in yr12 Lit Studies.

We wanted to properly cast roles and act it out as we read it, so our teacher gave us role preference sheets

I put Hamlet as my top preference because it would've been SO gender. And I was unopposed, so I indeed read for Hamlet! And it was very gender 😎

P sure my second preference was Horatio because - and I don't think this is acknowledged enough - Horatio is ALSO very gender. Like,,, he's a nerd he's the sensible foil to his best friend's chaos he's HORATIO.

The classmate who ended up reading for Horatio happened to be a girl who I thought was v cool and aesthetically attractive agahsjdlmdvsl 💀 I refrained from joking to her about hamratio because I didn't wanna make her uncomfortable*

But like we all saw the hamratio when we watched the David Tenant version of the final scene agshdlf

*(this girl was the only one who hadn't considered that Dorian Gray and Basil Howard might be gay - even the churchgoers thought they were gay!! But also this girl had The Song of Achilles on her bookshelf so idk what to make of that. Regardless, I couldn’t figure out a good way to joke with her about it and was never gonna be shooting any shots anyway. I wasn't out as anything in hs and I've never been too fussed about dating. I didn't fully realise that I probably had a crush on her - I'd never had a non-boy crush at this point. ANYWAY,)

My third preference was Polonius because he's funny and ironically verbose. As someone who is verbose, and existentially contradictory, I can relate. I thought it'd be a fun role to play with if I wasn't Hamlet or Horatio.

But, since I did read for Hamlet, I had the hilarious experience of mime-stabbing a classmate through a blanket and dragging him "off-stage"... his legs still moving to assist in the dragging made for great physical comedy

The guy holding the blanket-tapestry doubled as the actor for king hamlet's ghost, with the same blanket as his ghost costume lol

Fortinbras brought the exact 'okay I just walked in on something here' energy that she needed to at the end

I think Rosencrantz and Guildenstern didn't really wanna be there... which honestly fit their characters! V much 'uhh I'm just here to do my job but I'm not paid for THIS' vibes

Our teacher, legend he is, recited 'to be or not to be' from memory - some classmates kept track and noted like, one minor error in his whole recitation. Slightly disappointing that I didn't get to read that part, but it was hella impressive and fun to witness

I can't remember which section it was, but once, near the end of the day, a classmate I really respected complimented how I read one of Hamlet's sections and I will never forget that, I will remember how that moment felt forever and ever

Very glad we didn't have to read out the full scene between Hamlet and Gertrude before Polonius dies (all the psych students in the room, including myself, were cursing Sigmund Freud after discussing that scene). Also glad we didn't read many scenes between Hamlet and Ophelia. I would've felt so bad talking to my classmates like that 💀

For our final lesson of reading Hamlet, we went to the multipurpose room and our teacher brought props

I clashed broomsticks with Laertes (who was much more focused on the swordfighting than I was, I was just trying to read my lines man), Gertrude had her chalice, I took the plastic crown from Claudius' head after he sipped grape juice from our teacher's 'mug life' mug, and Horatio kinda just stood at a distance reading her lines during our final conversation, maybe coming to kneel beside me as I died?

It was brilliant.

[codenamesazanka]

Shigaraki dies, and goes back in time. To the day OFA was transferred to Deku…

[part 1] [part 2]

rough idea/summary [part 3]

(no longer the day OFA was transferred to Deku. days later.)

•

So the stuff about AFO engineering his whole life was real. Midoriya Izuku exists for real. Then this means Shigaraki's 'dream' wasn't a dream - he had seen the future, he had lived it, and everything he witnessed was real.

His League exists. Twice is currently out there somewhere, paper bag over his head. Compress trying to achieve his ancestor's dream. Magne trying to live free, Dabi plotting to kill Endeavor, Toga's a brat on the run, Spinner in his room. All that, and—Machia's still waiting for AFO to call him back. The orphanages that produced Overhaul still up and running. ReDestro and his army ready to rise up.

It's strange to think that Shigaraki could just leave all this behind. He was meant for a different fate. The system this world has built probably wouldn't have rejected Shimura Tenko, if AFO hadn't gotten involved. Who was he to reject the world, then, if so? A crying brat, throwing a tantrum over a lie.

But his League still exists.

someone having trouble, being in pain or going through something hard and difficult, it’s only right to give them a hand… When someone is in trouble, it’s just natural to want to help, right?

His League was out there.

Doesn't matter... if you stamp out my hatred. Even if I wind up hollow… Those guys... the Villains need a Hero of their own.

So Shigaraki will find them.

-

It was Stain that brought the members of the League to him, but they were criminals already, living in the same underworld. Sooner or later, by fate or by intention, their paths would've crossed.

All except... Spinner.

-

One day, out of the blue, Shuuichi's brother knocks on his door and tells him there was someone looking for him. Some kid about his age, white hair, red eyes, non-heteromorph. Shuuichi's brother sent him on his way, because... well.

His brother doesn't say anything, but there's no need. Shuuichi has no friends; no school stuff, no job, no income, nothing that anyone would need to come find him for. He hasn't bother anyone - can't, if he never leaves his room. If someone knocking at the door, it's probably some prank the neighborhood kids are playing on the family, or a desperate scam an old classmate is trying to pull (though Shuuichi cannot remember any classmate that matches the description his brother gives).

After that, the day go on as usual. Shuuichi games; watches the news; eats cup ramen, goes to bed.

Then he wakes up in the middle of the night (for him and his messed up sleep schedule - for everyone else, it's mid morning) to a guy his age, with white hair, red eyes, sitting in his room, browsing his shelves of games.

(After the initial freak out, it's a cutscene out of Shuuichi's wildest chuunibyou dreams.)

The guy calls himself Shigaraki, and asks Shuuichi, point blank, if he believes in time travel.

Shuuichi drops the spoon he's been holding as a weapon (as simple as throwing knives, but much less effective). ...................What is this?

Do you?

Shigaraki doesn't seem like the type of guy to have much patience, so Shuuichi answers honestly.

…In light novels and stuff, there's always someone with a quirk that lets them time travel. Or lets other people time travel. I dunno about real life, but scientists are always saying that quirks are unpredictable, and some of them even say that things like this - I mean, like time manipulation - might happen soon.

This is clearly some awful prank someone is playing on him. Hide a camera, make fun of the NEET nerd, try to make it go viral. But there's something about Shigaraki that seems strangely serious, sincere - the way he seems to be actually listening to Shuuichi, the way he's interested in what Shuuichi is saying.

(The way that, though his chilly blank expression is unchanged, Shigaraki's eyes seem to have lit up a bit when Shuuichi mentioned light novels. Like they might just trade titles about the ones they've read.)

...Is that why you're here?

Shigaraki says, Something like that.

And even though he already so badly wanted to, Shuuichi has to ask: You expect me to just believe you?

In this, Shuuichi was expecting that time travel trope - the giving of knowledge of the future, proof and evidence that this was all real. But Shigaraki did none of that.

…If you want. You believed in me, before, but... Shigaraki paused. I didn't get to make good on it. This time, I will.

Something about the way he said those last words made Shuuichi shiver. A twinge of somehting lighting up in his heart.

We were... friends, Shigaraki says, before I came here.

Do you want to be friends again?

shigaraki time travel fix it AU idea... save me, shigaraki time travel fix it AU idea

[samnelsonwrites]

Chapter 2: A Mundane Monday Morning

Monday mornings always begin the same way: I drag myself out of bed, get some coffee, and begin the dreaded walk to school. The scenery, the people, and the music I listen to at full volume is always the same. I meet Jamie at the school's main entrance; god, I despise this place. I always wonder why I didn't switch for 6th Form. I attend Viridis Grammar, a Co-Ed school full of students who have no chance of passing any exams, let alone attending university. I'm not smart in the least; I didn't get any grades higher than a B in my GCSEs, and yet I'm the smartest person here. It really just goes to show how dumb students are.

My friends and I are deemed "nerds" since we are not screwing up classes. We've all been friends since year 7 and we're extremely close. We haven't allowed anyone new into our friend group because we know it will ruin our dynamic. Tori is the eccentric one among us, and she is where the energy is. If she's around me a lot, my introverted self finds her a little socially draining. Imogen, I believe, is the "trendy" one among us. She has always been up to date on the latest trends and is constantly criticising our sense of fashion; it was irritating initially, but now we all roll our eyes at her when she starts being "influencer Immi," as we call her. She’s the token straight friend. Max is Imogen's boyfriend; I'm not quite certain how they hooked up since Max is the quiet, nose-in-a-book type of guy and Imogen is quite the contrary. Max doesn't say much, but when he does, it's usually with a witty remark. And then there's Jamie, my boyfriend. I feel like he's the only one who truly understands me, but I still feel alone. We've been dating for a year and a half, and I think it's safe to say things are going swimmingly. Jamie is the coolest person in our group; he is the lead vocalist and guitarist in a band called "Purely Purple," so named because all of the instruments in the band are purple. I am a huge fan of the band and go to every concert they perform at. One of their YouTube videos has received over 16K views. I imagine them becoming well-known one day.

“How y’doing?” Greets Jamie.

“Couldn’t be better” I replied sarcastically. Jamie grinned at me as if my comment was hilarious. He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine—instant butterflies. You would have thought that I would have gotten used to the idea of Jamie kissing me but no, I haven’t, I feel as if we are still in the “Honeymoon Phrase” as Imogen likes to call it. 

Imogen and Max walked through the gates, clearly arguing, as they frequently do. Argue one minute, then fall hopelessly in love the next. It's as if they're an elderly couple. Absolutely adorable. 

"Are you okay?" "Fine," Max grunted as he aggressively pushed past me.

"What in the world happened this time?" Jamie asked.

"It's just about how Max doesn't pay enough attention to me," Imogen responded.

"Oh my God, Imogen, he lavishes you with attention; quit bitching!" I sigh.

"I'd like for us to be like you guys." She directed her finger at us. "You guys can't stay away from each other for long."

"Immi, different people express affection in various ways, but we just like PDA," Jamie explained.

"Yeah, I don't think Max wants to engage in PDA." I agree.

The school bell rang at 8.30 a.m., indicating the start of classes. Jamie and I are heading to English lit.

"Ah, Twelfth Night, the gayest play ever," I said.

"Viola is obviously struggling with gender dysphoria," Jamie explained.

Viola would be someone I frequently associate with. I definitely have gender dysphoria, just like Viola. I really want to tell Jamie about my gender fluidity, yet I'm not sure how. I guess I need to find the right moment. 

"Hey, Jamie?" "How did you realise you were non-binary?" I ask.

"I suppose I've always known to some extent. I've always associated more with men than a woman, but I wasn't sure I was entirely a man."

"Huh, did you have a lightbulb moment or was it a gradual process?"

"I actually realised I'm not cis about 2 years ago, then came out to you a few months later, what's the sudden interest?"

Shit, do I have to come out now? Or no? Why am I asking this, did I completely screw up? "I don't think through my questions." Oh, I was just wondering" Is that a sufficient excuse? Will they buy it?

"All right," they said.

For the remainder of the English lesson, we sat in complete silence. I was replaying the conversation we just had in my head, cringing at how I handled it. After what felt like the lengthiest lesson ever, the bell finally rang at 9.30 a.m. 

"What are you going to do after school?" Jamie inquired.

"I'm not sure, probably curled in blankets in front of the TV, watching His Dark Materials or something."

"So nothing,"

"Sums it up"

"Would you want to come to mine? We could watch His Dark Materials together?"

"Sure. At 4, I'll meet you at the gates." I grinned.

Mundane Monday isn't so mundane after all now I'm going to Jamie's after school. Although I can see how the evening will play out. I predict we will watch about 10 minutes of His Dark Materials before Jamie does something so incredibly hot that my immense attraction to him will overpower all of my senses and we will start necking it. It's a tradition.

The remainder of the day dragged on. I was very excited about the evening. I attempted to finish all of my schoolwork at lunch and failed terribly since Tori was telling me about a band she really wants to see, The Ark.  I enjoy The Ark, but I wouldn't want to go to one of their gigs since the fans are so intense. When one of the guys, I believe it was Rowan, had a girlfriend, a jealous fan hurled a brick at his head. A bit mental, most of them are screaming teenagers who have nothing better to do than fantasise about shagging one of the members. Don't blame them, Jimmy Kaga Ricci is a snack. 

[dejwritesarchived]

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — synopsis + warnings — hey siri, is it weird to lose your virginity to your best friend? ( she/her pronouns, afab reader, unprotected sex, wouldn't say dom reader more of sis guided him through it, virgin!shinichiro, slight non-con [nothing too extreme tbh], slight somnophilia [?], nipple play, slight dark content [?], creampie, pussydrunk!shin, if you squint and maybe hold it to the side it could be breeding kink but don't quote me on this, third pov,wc: 2k, minors dni )

SHE ALWAYS SEEMED TO MAKE JOKES ABOUT IT. Loud and obnoxious laughs escaped her pretty mouth as Shinichiro's face flushed of its color before glowing a crimson red color. It wasn't particularly a secret, he got teased about each time his advances towards a woman fell short. But (Y/N) was his best friend, they've known each other since he was younger. She bathe with him when they were kids, she pushed a kid off the slide for him, and the list goes. So why exactly was he nervous about this?

"I mean, I'll take your virginity if you're so nervous to do it with another woman," She bluntly said as she was putting Emma's hair in pigtails.

So here Shinichiro laid in bed. The moonlight played peek-a-boo through his curtains and he could hear (Y/N) slight snores. He felt her roll over on her side, tugging some of the covers with him. Perhaps, he was just overthinking the situation. It'll be extremely awkward to just give it up to his best friend. He didn't want it to be awkward, he couldn't flush years of this friendship for this.

However, the way his dark eyes lingered a little longer on her figure when she came over. Or the way her personality lit up the room. Or the fact that her reading her favorite book to him as he fix his motorcycle caused his cock to twitch in his pants. He should go for it. Tonight was the night he'll become a man.

He rolled over on his side with ease, his body inching closer and closer towards (Y/N). Shinichiro was practically mimicking her breathing as he tugged himself closer to her sleeping frame. His cock brushed against the small pastel pink pajama shorts she wore. He could feel her move around, before falling back upon his touch.

Shinichiro was expecting for her to freak out. They've shared a bed many times, but they both stayed respectfully on each other's side of the bed. He could feel her rub herself against his cock and his heart instantly jumped out his chest. It was beating so hard, if he stayed even more silent, he'll hear it thumping outside his chest.

"I see you changed your mind, huh?" (Y/N) tiredly questioned.

Her back was still facing away from him. Still laying on her side as if she's been woke the whole time Shinichiro was contemplating this decision. He's forced to swallow the large knot that formed in his throat before speaking, "You're my best friend (Y/N), might as well do it."

He only gained a hum from the woman before her hands are climbing into the blanket to tug her shorts off. "Then what are you waiting for? For me to show you where to insert it?" (Y/N) sarcastically questioned.

"Uhhh..." His voice trailed off, once again his words got jumbled in the back of his throat like a high school nerd.

Lately, Shinichiro's words always fizzled up in the back of his brain when he talked to (Y/N). Especially considering the risque offer she gave him.

(Y/N) lets out a chuckle, "Are you even hard yet?"

"No."

She lets out another chuckle as she rolled over on her back. "I can help you with that if you'll like?"

"I wouldn't have wakened you up if I didn't. (Y/N) please." Shinichiro's voice oozed with innocence and desperation.

The virgin had lost count at how many times he's locked himself in his room, flipping open a vintage Playboy Magazine and palming his dick until his eyesight was sprinkling with imaginary stars. He has lost count at the jokes Benkei and the others made as they sat at some cheap ramen restaurant on a Friday night. Shinichiro had to swipe his v-card immediately.

The woman's lips curl into a smirk before her hand is climbing inside his boxers. A bone-chilling shiver went down his spine when he felt her cold hand wrapped around his cock. Her thumb brushed against the slit on the top of his tip and that caused the virgin to hiss.

"Feels good right?" (Y/N) ask as she was sitting up on her knees. She let her other hand tug down his boxers releasing his cock from the cotton product. The cool crisp air hit his notable clean-cut cock that was eager for so much attention. Shinichiro was already hard due to his constant overthinking of the fact that the woman who offered to take his virginity was sleeping next to him. His mind previously drifted off to think about the thought of her sparkly lip gloss-covered lips wrapped around his cock.

"What were you thinking about to get like this, hm?" (Y/N) questioned. An innocent question that caused Shinichiro's face to glow a pastel crimson-colored while he stared at her through his horrible bed hair.

The grip on his cock grew tighter while (Y/N) leaned in to kiss him. Shinichiro could get a whiff of the mint toothpaste she used before bed. "Were you thinking about me, Shin? Your pretty lil best friend?" She asked.

Once again, Shinichiro's words got stuck in the middle of his throat. He couldn't even cough out a response. He could only let out a weary groan at the intense feeling of (Y/N) palming at his cock with so much ease. His eyes closed while he indulged the pleasurable feeling, with each flick of her wrist he could feel his torso heat up and his breathing hitch in his throat.

"Please, let me be inside you. Please." Shinichiro begged. His begging reeked of desperation as his eyes stared at (Y/N). "Please." He uttered again.

A smirk appeared on (Y/N)'s face as she climbed off the bed to tug off the pastel pink-colored shorts. She did it so slowly to let Shinichiro's eyes linger longer on her body. When her fingers hooked onto the panties she wore, she looked at Shinichiro. The two of them stared at each other, "Are you sure about this Shin? Once we do this, it won't be the same," (Y/N) reminded.

She watched as Shinichiro's head nodded so quickly like a bobblehead figurine. He needed her. He wanted her. He wanted to feel (Y/N). (Y/N) fingers hooked onto the lace fabric before she tugged it down her thighs before stepping out of them.

"Do you have a specific position you want to do it in or?" (Y/N) asked.

Once again Shinichiro's face radiated heat as he begin to think. His best friend chuckled before she's plopping on the bed, "Come on Shin, gotta' had watched some videos right?" (Y/N) questioned.

And that's the question that led (Y/N) on her side while Shinichiro was behind her also on his side. He saw the position in a video before after shamelessly purchasing it in some rundown sex store. He just adored the position, he'll be able to have the perfect view of the way (Y/N)'s cunt swallowed him whole. He'll be able to hear the sound of her ass slapping against his toned thighs. He'll be able to grasp at her body parts the way he wanted to just in case it became too much.

"Just take your time and relax. Remember Shin, make it pleasurably for the both of us," (Y/N) explained.

Shinichiro brought his hand up to his mouth before he's collecting his spit in his hand. A motion he noticed the guy in the explicit pornos he's watched did. He guided his hand down to palm at his dick smearing the wet liquid on it. Shinichiro rubbed his tip at (Y/N)'s entrance. His teeth chewed at his lower lip as he pushed himself further inside her.

Shinichiro couldn't mentally describe how he was feeling. When he felt the tightness around his dick, he felt like he was pushed into the most relaxing cloud ever. The wonderful feeling of (Y/N) gripping around him sent a bone-chilling shiver down the Black Dragon member's back. Uttering a profanity word under his breath before he's rocking his hips forward while he was on his side. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of (Y/N)'s waist while his hips bucked forward like a madman.

It was a boost of confidence when he heard (Y/N) cough up some moan when she felt him shift a little faster. He felt proud of himself to be able to get such pornographic sounds from her pretty mouth. However, with the lucid thrusting, he was doing, he felt his balls grow heavy instantly. He mentally was cursing himself out with how quickly he made himself cum, completely embarrassing himself as he pulled out of (Y/N)'s cunt. His body temperature felt like it increased due to the embarrassment but (Y/N) interrupted his doubtful thoughts.

"It happens, if you're still hard just put it back in." (Y/N) assured causing Shinichiro to do just that. His cock coated with his own cum like it lube slid into (Y/N) cunt perfectly like the final puzzle piece in a puzzle.

"Just take your time, no need to go so fast. I'm not going anywhere Shin," (Y/N) added as bucked her hips slightly to feel some form of friction between the two.

Shinichiro would only hum along to what (Y/N) said before he's bottoming down once again in (Y/N). His teeth chewed down on his lip as his hips moved gradually against the plumpness of her ass. Once again the sweet tune of her moans rang into his ear as Shinichiro was slowly getting used to the intense feeling of having something clutch around his dick. He was so into the feeling of someone's pussy clutching around him, it was as if he had this duty to mimic what he saw in those videos he shamelessly watched when the moonlight shined into his room. His free hand went up the graphic t-shirt that (Y/N) [and shamelessly stole from him]. His hands that felt so hot grasped at one of her boobs to give them a squeeze. His index and middle finger that formally would hold a cigarette during the day currently had (Y/N)'s nipple resting in between it. He took it upon himself to roll her nipple in between his fingers, occasionally pinching them.

"Shin." (Y/N) moaned out as she begin to back up to meet his thrusts.

He removed his hand from under the baggy t-shirt before gripping at her leg to lift it slightly just so he could feel even closer to (Y/N). Leaning over to place subtle kisses on the back of her neck as he continued to pounce forward. The erotic squelching noises of (Y/N)'s juices on his cock made Shinichiro go crazy.

"Fuck." He uttered nabbing the plumpness of her thigh.

The string of moans was causing Shinichiro's ears to radiate so much heat. His hair stuck to his forehead as sweat coated his body, his hips driving forward just to be closer to (Y/N). The sticky mess within her drooling cunt and his cock caused the eldest Sano balls to grow heavy. His second time cumming and it was all worth it.

"You want me to pull 'out?" His question came out as if he was slurring them.

(Y/N) shakes her head, her hips backing up to meet his careless jabs. "Just cum Shin," She says.

It was as if hearing her coos and feeling the way the plumpness of her ass met with his hips caused the young male's body to go in complete shock. The way (Y/N) clutched around him, Shinichiro was close to uttering those three words. Instead, he uttered profanity words at each pulse her pussy did around his thick cock that caused him to cum. His warm cum stuffed her wonderfully with ease as his thrusts were becoming as sloppy as the mess in between (Y/N)'s legs stained his bedsheets.

When he pulled out hesitantly, he rolled over staring up at the ceiling. His breathing slowly went back to normal as his cock went full limp. (Y/N) did the same, her eyes staring up at the ceiling while she still could feel her thighs trembling in anticipation. The two of them sat in silence regrouping themselves.

"Thank you (Y/N)."

"You're my best friend, no need to thank me."

visuals. visuals.

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[nootqueen404]

Eddie Munson HC: Having a Chronically Ill Partner

Yes this is purely self-indulgent, leave me be okay?! Bare in mind that much of this is based on my own experience as someone with multiple chronic illnesses. I have Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, Chronic Anemia, Small Fiber Neuropathy, and Pre-Load Failure.

Even though you knew Eddie was the non-judgmental type, you were still scares to tell him about being disabled. Obviously he wasn't phased.

But on the inside all he can think about is “what can I do? What can I do to help y/n? How can I make their life easier? How can I let them know how much I love them?”

Eddie is best friends with Dustin, so he has a little experience with medical stuff. Part of the reason they are friends is because Jason Carver tripped the freshman on his first day and Eddie seriously though Dustin broke something. Eddie wound up in detention for fighting, but he still snuck out to check on Dustin and leaned about his CCD. The rest is history.

But yeah, Eddie tried to ask Dustin for advice. Dustin just acts like a smart ass and roasts him for assuming he knows anything because you and him are disabled and "must know each other." Eddie panicked and apologized profusely (we know how much he HATES confrontation,) but after he realized they Dustin was fucking with him Ed gives him a massive wedgie.

The internet didn't exist yet, so research is hard to come by. So Eddie does the next best thing - ask his Uncle Wayne for advice (he just reminds his nephew that the library is a thing.)

He probably asks Nancy too because "Hey she's pretty smart." She does help a lot actually, mostly by being the voice of reason and encouraging Eddie to learn from you.

Eddie asks A LOT of questions at first, enough to where he learns about one of the most common symptoms - brainfog and cognitive fatigue. Now he just asks the doctors you see.

Speaking of doctors he acts as your personal chauffeur to all of your appointments, even if you have a drivers license and a car. He knows you're more than capable of driving yourself, he just doesn't want you to put more stress on your body then you need to.

He's also not afraid to speak up on your behalf if a doctor or nurse tries to gaslight you. He remembers early on in your relationship of you coming home an appointment, just sobbing your eyes out about "no one believing you." That lit a fire under his ass.

He's threaten to throw hands with said doctors. But most of the time he just passive aggressive.

You've tried to explain Spoon Theory to him ("Why the fuck is it spoons?!?") So he changed it to a Health Bar, Hit Points, and Mana because he's a giant fucking nerd like that. Honestly it made more sense to both of you.

He's a lot more cautious now when it comes to his dealing, either cutting back on making deals to keep both of you safe, or triple checking the quality of his product. If what he deals could help someone, someone like you, then he knows it needs to be perfect.

When you tell him that some of the stuff he sells can help with your symptoms he makes sure he keeps the really good stuff in a safe place for you. Only the best weed for his baby.

Eddie stocks his kitchen with all of your favorite snacks and drinks, much to the annoyance of his uncle. Wayne bought him a mini fridge just so Eddie wouldn't overstock the main one with nothing but Gatorade.

Eddie is always worried if you're too hot/cold (In my personal case I'm always cold).

Too hot during those grueling summers in Hawkins? BOOM! Kiddie pool! BOOM! Pedialyte popsicles! BOOM! Umbrella!

Too cold? He keeps a bunch of regular and electric blankets in his closet.

You almost never use them because Eddie is a human space heater.

He keeps extra clothes and extra bottles of your meds for you if you don't have the Spoons/HP to drive home.

Could he drive you home? Yeah, but taking care of others is his love language.

You've made fun of him for this, but he keeps a mini cooler in his van filled with water and Gatorade because "you never know."

The pharmacists use to hate Eddie (cuz ya know) and were a little afraid of him with all of the rumors going. But after you two start dating they LOVE him! Whenever either of you need to get medical supplies the old ladies gush about how sweet Eddie is and the old guys try to hire him because he "knows so much" about different prescription medication.

They also give you and Eddie deals on supplies because they know you're both struggling financially.

After a while Wayne let's you sit in his recliner to help with your circulation.

Speaking of which, Wayne also loves you! He's skeptical at first, but all of that goes away after he sees how happy you make Eddie. Plus, he loves that Eddie is now using his dealer status to help people.

Eddie broke his own personal rule: the only people allowed to sit in his throne at Hellfire Club is him...and now you. The others did complain a little, but after Eddie explained your situation they backed down. When you need to shit you’re going to go sit wherever you can.

For your One Year anniversary Eddie gives you your own throne. The other members helped brainstorm and decorate it.

When you start needing a ramp Eddie enlists the help of all of your friends to help build it all. Everyone got a kick out of painting the ramp, but it caused a lot of in-fighting over how it would look. This is another way you bond with Eddie’s Uncle.

Eddie and the others helped you raise money for a motorized wheelchair and/or service animal by doing car washes and Corroded Coffin doing charity gigs.

You thought the crew fighting over the ramp was bad, wait until they get the idea to customize your mobility aid!

Team Eddie's Hot rod flames and skulls vs. Team Erica's Glitter and rainbow stickers.

Whenever you go to concerts with Eddie he makes sure you can have somewhere to sit away from the pit.

If its one of his shows he has you seated right off stage and with one of your friends - usually Steve and Robin. The best seat in the house!

Eddie LOVES bridal carrying you everywhere (Even though it isn't always needed.)

And giving you baths! Some times he’ll even join you! He will sit behind you and wash your hair while you cuddle up against his chest. One word: HEAVEN!

Not a day goes by where Eddie doesn't tell you he loves you for who you are - in sickness and in health.

(NSFW)

Eddie is super cautious during sex now after you passed out one time (I had this happen to be irl. It terrified my boyfriend, but I thought it was hilarious!)

You use the Stop Light Method to check in on each other. Green = keep going, Yellow = slow down, Red = Stop

"Who needs lingerie when you have compression socks?" is a running gag for you two.

Repeats after Eddie: “Hydrate or die-drate!”

Aftercare gets an upgrade in the form of baths together, “post-coitus” salty snacks, and snuggling while watching TV.

[bteezxyewriter12]

New Fic Alert

Just the Way You Are

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Includes- Angst, Fluff, Smut, Non-Idol AU, Nerd Seonghwa- specifics will be in each chapter

Summary- In which Hongjoong asks Seonghwa to eat out his best friend as a favor to her. He agrees expecting it to be only once but he didn't know he'd like it so much

Release Date- December 29, then every Thursday

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Teaser

Edited to be shorter

"So ask Seonghwa to eat you out", he shrugs

I sit up and stare at him

"Seonghwa? As in your roommate?"

He rolls his eyes, "Do you know another Seonghwa?"

I glare at him, "Shut up"

He sighs dramatically, "Yes my roommate Seonghwa"

"But he's a total dork!"

Park, Seonghwa is a lit professor at my college

Don't ask me how he got the job as a professor at 25 bevause I don't know

Joong and I are 25 too

Joong has a good gig going with his heavy metal band

They're popular and constantly have shows

Me on the other hand, I'm still in school and I still have no idea what I want to do

So Seonghwa is the only one out of us three that has his life out together

But he is so nerdy and dorky

He constantly wears button downs, slacks, fancy shoes, sometimes ties, sometimes sweater vests

His black hair always parted at the side

No variation

And he always wears glasses

Some pairs are dorky, some are nice but the whole outfit screams dork, nerd, geek... loser

He can be attractive but he's so.... boring

"Seonghwa!", he yells

"Joong, you jerk!", I gape

"Hey, I'm getting you laid remember....well sort of", he says then continues to scream for Seonghwa

"He's in the shower you idiot"

He was when I got here

"No he's not. He's out. Water's not running"

"C'mon Seonghwa! Come here!"

"What?", a voice that sounds nothing like Seonghwa growls

Raising my eyes to the hallway, Seonghwa steps into the living room, glaring at Hongjoong

And holy fuck

He's smoking hot

It's just the wet hair slicked back off his forehead, the black Tshirt, the black sweatpants...these clothes I've never seen him in before...hot damn

His eyes find mine and his whole demeanor changes to the dorky shy man I know

"Oh hi Jo. I didn't know you were here"

"Uh yeah", I say, not able to tear my gaze from him

"So Jo had a problem", Hongjoong starts

That gets my attention

"Shut the fuck up Joong", I warn, lowly

"Uh ok", Seonghwa says

"That you can help"

"I will fucking murder you", I threaten

"How?", Seonghwa asks

"By eating her out"

"Hongjoong!", I shriek

"I uh don't understand", Seonghwa says, his face red

"Easy. She's horny. Hasn't been laid in like two months"

I smack his arm, ready to gauge his eyes out

He scoffs at me then returns his attention to Seonghwa

"You are good at eating cunt. She needs to cum. Therefore you eating her out will help her"

"Oh my fucking god", I moan, mortified

I swear I wish the earth would open up and swallow me whole

I'd gladly jump in

"Ok", Seonghwa says, my mouth dropping to the floor

[midnightstar-90]

2-in-1

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Dave Lizewski x Reader | Todd Haynes x Sister!Reader

Summary: You’re Todd’s popular little sister, and you like one of his not-so-popular friends. What happens when a couple of words leaves the two on non-speaking terms?

Warnings: Language! (“Is anyone gonna deal with the fact that Cap just said “language”?”) Get it? A superhero joke for a story based on a superhero.

A/N: It’s the Evan Peters version of Todd. I just love Evan, so that's how I imagined it. If you want to picture Augustus, you can. There are no rules here. Make it your own.

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Todd and Marty were both standing around Dave as he grabbed his books for his next class. When he finished grabbing his Chemistry textbook, he slammed his locker door shut. They start walking to class, but not without a little chit-chat.

“So, you guys down for Atomic Comics this weekend?” Dave asked his two best friends. Ever since the boys met each other, they’ve always loved comics. They would be able to tell you the exact comic from one line if you asked.

“Yeah, I’m down,” Marty said with a shrug of his shoulders. Dave nodded at his response before both of them turned their head to Todd.

“My sister is grounded, so I have to make sure my sister doesn't invite anyone over this weekend. My parents are going out of town. If I went she would have to go,” Todd contemplated his options. You don’t like superheroes as much as Todd, so you’d probably complain. And if they go to Todd’s house, he’d be spending his time making sure you aren’t doing things you’re not supposed to.

“We-“ Dave couldn’t even finish his sentence before a herd of people crowded around the hallway. “What’s going on over there?” Marty asked in confusion. Todd and Dave looked towards the mob. Every day, since Y/N started school, kids would crowd around her like she was a celebrity. She could get things done at the speed of light. She once threw a party at the last minute, and it ended up in a magazine.

They stood, watching as the mob of people started to disperse. They moved a little closer to see Katie and her friend, but also Y/N. Y/N looked to be handing out a flyer. Todd quickly walked over and took the flyer from his sister’s hand.

“Y/N, you’re grounded. You know you can’t do anything when you're grounded,” Todd yelled at his little sister. Y/N rolled her eyes before they landed on Dave. She stared at Dave with admiration in her eyes.

She continued to look at Dave as she spoke, “Mom and Dad said no one in the house, but they said nothing about going out. Here, take a flyer. If you want to hang with the cool kids, you’ll go.”

She tried to walk off before Todd grabbed her arm, snatching all the flyers from her hands. “Call it off, Y/N. What happens when pictures end up online? If mom and dad see them, we’re both going down. So, how about you go to Atomic Comics with me and the boys, and I won’t tell mom about her favorite dress that mysteriously ripped,” Todd said with a smirk.

Y/N looked at her brother furiously. “Fine, but only if you let me sit by Dave,” she whispered to her brother, so her brother’s best friend doesn’t hear. Todd knew about his sister’s crush on Dave. He also knew that Dave has a crush on Katie, so he allowed it.

He nodded his head, making Y/N smile. She started walking to class, but as she passed Dave she gave him a wink. Dave looked at his best friend’s sister with a nervous chuckle and watched as she walked away.

“I guess I’m going to Atomic Comics with you guys,” Todd told his friends as he side hugged his friends around the shoulders. They all understood that his going would also include Y/N, so they nodded their heads and started walking.

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Y/N and Todd walked into Atomic Comics. Y/N was not happy. She could be throwing the party of the century, but she was now hanging out with nerds and her crush. They sat down at the table with Todd’s friends. Todd sat with Marty and Y/N, as promised, sat next to Dave. Y/N was welcomed to a Y/F/F/M (your favorite flavor milkshake) milkshake.

“I ordered you guys a milkshake. Uh, I didn’t know what flavor you like, Y/N, so I got you Y/F/F/M,” Dave said nervously. Y/N blushed, turning her head, so the others wouldn’t see her. He knew my favorite milkshake flavor. Eeeep!

Y/N took the gesture as a sign that Dave liked her. She silently put her hand on Dave’s thigh. Dave’s body tensed up at the feeling of the girl's hand on his thigh. No one had ever touched him there before. He looked at the girl to see her on her phone playing candy crush. He slowly moved her hand off of his leg, only for it to once again place itself back on his leg, only higher. This went on for a couple of minutes before Dave had enough.

“Y/N, can I talk to you real quick?” he said through his teeth. He wasn’t upset. No, he was uncomfortable. They got up and walked towards the comic section.

“What was that?” Dave asked the girl he considered his sister.

“What? My hand on your thigh?” He nodded at her question. “I thought you liked me. Wait, do you not like me?” Dave didn’t speak for a couple of seconds. Y/N’s eyes started to tear up, knowing she just embarrassed herself.

Dave didn’t know how to handle the situation. How do you tell your friend’s kid sister that you don’t like her the same way she does? The next thing Dave said really set Y/N off. “Everyone knows I like Katie,” Dave said nervously.

Y/N was furious. “Are you for real? That Bitch?! You know she thinks you’re gay? That’s why you guys have been hanging out together so much. Not because she likes you, but because she thinks your gay! I didn’t tell her that you lied, but now...” Y/N yelled, not finishing her sentence out of anger. She grabbed the attention of her brother and Marty.

Dave must have forgotten who he was talking to because he just kept saying the wrong stuff. “I know. Please don’t tell her. I’m trying to find a way to tell her that I’m not,” Dave begged.

“You’re a loser and a dick. You probably have a loser dick also,” Y/N said. She didn’t mean it, but she was angry. She walked over to the table and grabbed her milkshake. She walked back over to Dave. She looked him in the eye as she poured her milkshake all over his head. Some of it slid off his head and down his face and body. With that, she ran out of the Comic shop in tears.

A cold and sticky Dave walked back over to his friends after watching Y/N run out. “You really hurt her feelings. You know, she told me while we were having a spa day that she rejected all the boys that asked her at school because she would rather be with either you or Kickass. You were the more predictable choice, but I also knew you didn’t like her like that. This is my fault. I should have been the big brother and told her the truth,” Todd looked down.

“Wait, you have spa days with your sister?” Marty laughed.

“That’s all you got from that? You know what? My sister is crying her eyes out on the streets, which makes her vulnerable to bad guys, so I’m gonna catch up with her,” he said, getting up and leaving the comic shop. Dave felt sorry, but there is only one thing he can do.

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Later that day, Todd tried to cheer Y/N up with a spa day. It helped a little but she was still heartbroken. He sat next to her on her bed and rubbed her back.

“Hey, you know that not everyone is going to like you back. You're gonna have crushes who reject you, just like today. But I want you to know that Dave does love you, just not the way you want him to,” Todd told his sister before leaving the room.

Y/N cried a little more before a knock was heard at her window. She walked over and moved her curtain to see Kickass at her window. She quickly opened it.

“Kickass? What are you doing here?” Y/N asked, confused.

“Well, your friend Dave messaged me saying that you needed some cheering up. He wanted me to tell you that he’s sorry. He didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” Dave told Y/N.

“If Dave’s so sorry, why can’t he tell me himself. He totally hurt my feelings, and no offense, Kickass, but this meeting means nothing to me without Dave,” Y/N told the masked superhero.

Dave opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it. He thought about what he was gonna do next for at least two minutes. He walked towards the girl sitting on her bed.

“I think this will cheer you up,” Dave said, checking to make sure no one could see or hear anything. He reached for his mask, and slowly started to lift it up. Y/N looked up at the superhero, and she saw her brother’s best friend.

Her eyes widened in shock. “Dave, you’re Kick-“ Y/N got out before her mouth was covered. Dave had covered her mouth with his gloved hands to keep her from yelling his secret out to the world.

“I would really like it if your brother and the rest of the world didn’t know about this. But, I really am sorry. You mean a lot to me, and seeing you sad really hurt me. You're like a little sister to me. I’m sorry I can’t be what you want me to be, but I really do love you,” Dave told Y/N confidently.

Y/N nodded her head, still releasing the tears from her eyes. Dave took off his glove and started to wipe her tears away. When Dave finished, he pulled Y/N into a side hug and laid a kiss on top of her head.

They stayed like that for about a minute before Y/N spoke, “Dave, I know you don’t wanna be with me, but would you like to stay and hang out?”

Y/N looked at the boy with hopeful eyes. The ones that make you feel bad if you say no. The ones a lost dog gives you when you find it shaking, cold, and wet from the rain. Dave tried not to look, but it was impossible not to give in. He agreed to Y/N’s proposal. The girl's face lit up like Christmas.

She grabbed her headphones and started to make her way towards her brother’s room. One time, she went to borrow something from Todd but was met with the sight of her brother jerking off to porn.

Y/N opened the door to Todd’s room, to see Todd jamming out to music on his laptop. Y/N snuck in, quietly. She made sure not to bring attention to herself as she grabbed clothes from his drawer. She successfully completed her mission and made her way back to her room.

Meanwhile, in Y/N’s room, Dave walked around looking at Y/N’s things. He looked towards her desk to see a photo. He walked towards it to see a photo from 4 years ago held in a grey frame. It was a photo of Y/N, Todd, and Dave at Y/N’s 10th birthday party. Y/N had cake all over her face.

Dave remembered that day. Y/N and Todd’s dad bought two cakes. He was always one to pull pranks. They put the candles on the decoy cake, and they sang ‘Happy Birthday’. When the time was right, Todd and Dave snuck behind Y/N, picked up the cake, and pushed it into her face. Everyone laughed, even Y/N.

Y/N quietly walked back into the room with her brother’s clothes. She saw Dave looking at her 10th birthday picture. He seemed to be lost in thought, so when she cleared her throat to let him know she was there, he jumped like a cat next to a horn.

He stuttered trying to explain what was going on, but Y/N just threw the clothes at him and left the room. She sat outside the door as he got dressed. She heard a couple of clattering sounds but knew it was Dave being clumsy.

When he opened the door, she almost fell back. She picked herself off the floor and made her way into her room. She picked up her laptop, and relaxed on the bed, watching random movies on Netflix. And that’s how they fell asleep.

Around 4 am Dave woke up to see a snoring Y/N laying on his chest. Careful not to wake her up, he lifted her up and moved from his spot. He made sure he had all of the items he came in with and left, but not without a quick glance at Y/N. He smiled at the girl, and quietly closed her window.

I don't deserve her. She deserves better.

[shwazzberryswriting]

Helping Hands 2

Pairing: Jisung x Femme Reader | [Y/N]

Genre: Alternate Universe - Non-Idol NCT, PWP

Summary: On his return home, Jisung and [Y/N] come clean to each other about where they stand

Short cameos by: Jeno, Haechan, Renjun, Chenle, Jaemin

Word count: 4.2k (omg didn't feel like I wrote that much)

Rating/Warnings: Erotica/Not Beta Read, Explicit Sexual Content: Vaginal Fingering, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Cum Play/Shot, Protected and Unprotected Sex, Cunnilingus

If any mature/sexual themes involving Jisung makes you uncomfortable please do not read or interact.

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY

Author’s Note: I never intended for a sequel but IDK...when an idea comes and I start playing around with it in my mind, if it's got legs, I start writing. I hope you all have as much fun reading this as I did writing it!

Part of my Kinktober Event: Overstimulation

Apologies for any mistakes or shortcomings! Not the best edited work I've put out there!

Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions

    “Congratulations nerds!” Haechan exclaimed, snorting into his fist. Jisung jumped, a shiny gold square packet hit his chest. “Maybe you’ll all get laid at last.”

    Seatbelt pushing against his chest, Jisung groaned as Jeno swerved the car. Tires screeching loudly with his curses. Haechan squawked as Jeno grabbed his front and twisted with one fist.

    “I’m fucking driving!” Jeno screamed. “Quit fucking throwing shit at me!”

    “A simple ‘thanks’ is good!” Haechan rubbed his chest when Jeno let him go. Face scrunched up - as if he hadn’t deserved it. “Every one’s got 24 karat gold dicks. Put them to good use, champs.”

    “I’m trying to sleep!” Renjun’s voice from the back shook the roof of the car. “I don’t appreciate this immaturity!”

    Chenle’s cackle broke the moment of silence. Haechan joined. Then Jeno. Renjun was last.

    Jisung was wiped out, though. He merely stuffed the condom into his backpack. Fingertips rubbing crusts off his eyes.

    “Hey, first thing you do is go to sleep,” Jeno said, car slowing. He turned around, hand reaching out to pat Jisung’s arm. “You did great, MVP, but you need to sleep.”

    “Got it.” Jisung swung his heavy bag over his shoulder, stepping out of the SUV. Elation rushed up his chest, heat swimming over his brain. He grinned as he turned around, hand on the open door. “Hell yeah, LOL champs.”

    Haechan reached over Jeno’s lap and honked the car’s horn twice. Chenle cheered as Haechan cackled. Jisung swung the door car closed.

    “Get some sleep, Jisung!” Chenle’s voice rose two octaves.

    “Bro!” Jeno merely guffawed as Haechan honked the horn again.

    “You’re waking people up! Don’t be rude.”

    “Screaming at me is waking the neighborhood too.” Haechan blocked the condom Renjun threw at his face. “Guess you’re not getting laid.”

    The bickering disappeared as he walked toward his complex. The sun wasn’t out yet. Lamplights showing him the way home. Golden rays lit up the grey path. Crickets chirped. Concrete blurry.

    Gold medal statue in his left hand, Jisung unlocked the front door with his right. Head drooped, he grunted at the sight of his sneaker laces somehow covered with bright green stains. Had he walked in the grass?

    Eyes shut, the uproarious shouts of hundreds of people cheering ebbed with his friends’ overlapping chatter in Chenle’s car. His whole weekend continued to echo in his ears. Bag strap digging into his shoulder, he was eager to put his things away.

    What a wild fucking weekend.

    Jisung was about to enter his bedroom when he stopped. Sounds of running water perked up his ears. A tuneful humming echoed in the bathroom directly across from his room. The door was open with the smallest sliver of a crack. Yellow bathroom light streaking across the hardwood floor.

    Dropping his things, he turned around, fingers at his lips. His roommate had been in her bed the last time they saw each other. They’d kissed.

    Actually, he’d made her cum. All over his fingers. If it hadn’t been for his trip, he would have spent the entire night playing with her body. Knuckle from his middle finger against the door, he knocked a couple times.

    “[Y/N]?”

    The humming stopped. Water rhythmically continuing to flow.

    “Jisung?”

    The door swung open with a loud creak. White steam fogged up around him as he went in. His clothes dampened immediately, weighing down on him. He saw the shape of her body behind the baby blue curtains.

    Hips that needed his touch. Bouncy tits with water streaming down them. He swallowed the spit flooding his mouth.

    “It’s like walking into the pit of a volcano.” The door creaked again as he shut it. “How is your skin not burning?”

    “It’s not that hot.”

    “Only because you eat lava for breakfast.”

    “Why don’t you come in here and check for yourself?”

    His balls felt heavy as fire shot straight to his cock. Her body was unreal, shadow of her curves swaying. His clothes flew off, though he almost tripped over himself kicking his jeans off. The curtains swung open.

    “Jisung, come in.”

    Her smile was bigger than ever, lighting up her entire face. Eyes crinkling as she blinked against the water droplets flying into her face. The water gliding down her perfect body drove him wild. Every stream created on her lovely curves was a river he would gladly swim in.

    He groaned, cock stiffening painfully. That couldn’t distract his eyes away from her boobs, her pretty palms cupping her precious bits. He stepped in, back to the shower head.

    Heat prickled his skin like a thousand sharp needles. After a moment, he relaxed under the pressure of the heavy jets hitting his shoulders. The stimulating warmth filled him up.

    His eyes remained on her tits. Bouncy, slick and smooth. He wanted to wrap his mouth around her puckering nipple. Roll his thumb around the other.

    Hands on his arms she kissed him. His whole face flared up hotter than his cock. Her eyes were shut, but he couldn’t stop staring at her.

    Her luscious body was touching him, warming his front. Her perfect minty lips were pressed against his, tingling sensations riding up his nose.

    “Congratulations on getting first place,” she breathed against his lips. “I knew you’d win.”

    All the exhaustion he felt from his long weekend washed away. Her compliment reinvigorated him in a way he’d never felt before. Hands on her hips he kissed her harder. Lips capturing hers, tongue pushing to find hers, teeth tugging her bottom lip. Eyes shut at last.

    “Jisung,” she breathed against his lips, hands on his neck.

    He pushed her back to the wall, hands grasping her ass. It was a wonder that the water between their stomachs didn’t boil with fiery blood coursing through his belly. They moaned together, his cock sliding against her. She felt like silk. He groaned, resting his head against her shoulder.

    “What’s this?” Red blinded him as the pressure of her palm squeezed his aching rod. Her lips touched the side of his neck. “It feels so long, Jisung.”

    She stroked him. Letting her go, he grabbed her wrist, encouraging her to stroke faster. He was mesmerized. Her naughty hand squeezing his cock, thumb pushing in deep against the dark blue vein that pulsed at the top of his shaft.

    “Pretty, mushroomed head.” She exhaled as her fingers massaged his wet tip. Firm hold on his balls, squeezing and massaging. He jerked forward as more precum spilled out. “Jisung, they feel so heavy.”

    “Dick and balls, can you say dick and balls?”

    “So immature.” He grinned as she bashfully looked away, letting him go. Heat rushed to his head. She was so cute when she got shy. “Not enough that I’m naked? You have to make me shy?”

    “You can’t even say the words. But I like how you handle me.” Hand touching her cheek, he grinned as she met his gaze. His fingers tingled at the heat of her skin.

    “You’ve got a pretty dick, and smooth balls.”

    He kissed her, hands grabbing her tits. They roamed down to her ass, fingers pinching her pliable skin. She was soft everywhere.

    Her minty lips were clearing his sinuses. Her guffaws into his lips turned him on more than endeared him. He broke their kiss.

    “Can you keep a secret?” His middle finger stroked her slit. She was cuter with her eyes shut, bottom lip shaking. He slid up with two fingers. She moaned. “I didn’t wash my hands until we won the tournament.”

    “Jisung!” Her eyes opened as he pushed deeper into her folds, wanting to find her sweet little nub. “You-” she moaned as he furiously rubbed against her heat “-you what?”

    He kissed her as he pushed his middle finger into her, one knuckle feeling her wet center. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he shut his eyes as he savored the warmth of her insides enveloping his finger. He went in deeper, knuckles sinking in with ease. Her squishy walls clung on tight, his mind focused on her addictive heat.

    “You gave me good luck,” he said, cheeks hurting from his wide grin. She moaned as his thumb found her clit. It grew with every stroke he rubbed over her. “Fuck, this is so fucking hot.” Her nails dug deep into his skin, grabbing his arm. The pressure distracted him for a second, pain barely noticeable. Her moan with her pulsating walls drove the fiery heat in his guts straight to his balls. “Needed your cum on my fingers to win.”

    “Jisung!” He rutted furiously into her, free hand grabbing her tit, thumb and forefinger pinching her engorged nipple. “B-boys are gross!”

    He stopped, heart beating fast as the heat of her walls enraptured him. Breathing heavily, she shoved his hand away to stand under the water. Shakily, she grabbed the neon green washcloth. Standing behind her, he helped pump soap onto the cloth.

    “Guess that means you have to clean me off.” He grabbed her wrists, placing her hands against his chest. Turning her to face him.

    “Only because you’re a good finger fucker.”

    She laughed as his eyes darted down to the ground, his face hot. Chest beating furiously like his feet pounding the ground when he won the final LOL battle. Immediately his head jerked up, her soapy hands brushing the washcloth over his chest.

    “Lift your arms.” She washed his armpits before the washcloth went down his side. Over his back. Around his hip. Over his stiff dick. “Did you at least wash your pretty cock?”

    Flames were over his face. “Cock” out of her mouth was lethal. His rod twitched, balls feeling heavy.

    “I didn’t shower until we were getting ready to leave the hotel.”

    “So dirty.”

    “It was a wild weekend.”

    “I’m glad you’re back home.”

    She rubbed the bubbles off him as he stood under the hot jets. With his back to her, he shut his eyes. Her fingers massaged shampoo into his scalp. Once they were completely clean, her arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Blood rushed faster to his guts as he felt her nipples poke him, slippery tits rubbing up and down against his skin.

    What did he do to deserve a dream to come true?

    Water off, his hand was on the shower curtains when her hand wrapped around his aching rod. His mind blanked, head thrown up to the ceiling - eyes shut. He moaned as pleasure consumed him from head to toe. She squeezed him hard, stroking up and down steadily.

    “Don’t come yet, Jisung.” She kissed the back of his arm, the sensation so foreign and soothing, precum shot out onto her fingers.

    “Sorry-”

    “It’s OK.” She gave a gentle guffaw. “Guess we both have skilled hands.” She released him, taking a step back. His loathsome cock swung down painfully. He wanted her tits to return to his back. “Or maybe we’re sensitive little shits.”

    “You make it sound like a bad thing.”

    He barely had a towel around his waist when her tits returned to him. She kissed the middle of his back. His spine lit up - rod stiffening against his towel as she hugged him again.

    Wordlessly, he grabbed her wrists and walked them out of the bathroom - pulling the door open to rush them to his room. The cold air in the flat created goosebumps all over his body. But his aching cock was only growing hotter by the second.

    In the shadows of the twilight hour, he sat down on his bed - pulling her onto his lap. His towel had fallen off somewhere, freeing his cock to slide against her slick skin. She moaned, arms wrapped around his head - smushing his face against her chest.

    Hands shooting up to her tits - mouth open wide - he feasted on her. Teeth gnashing around, tongue licking up everything. She cried out, fists pulling his hair hard, wet droplets of water gliding down his back. His ears rung sweetly as a loud *pop* filled the room, lips releasing her dewy sweet tits.

    “Jisung,” she breathed out, “don’t-stop-please-don’t.”

    His pointed tongue flicked against her engorged bud, going faster as her pleas morphed into incoherent whines. Shaky gasps, as if she couldn’t remember how to breathe. He had her on her back, his body over hers. They kissed, her legs widening as his palms hooked under her legs, cock sliding over her belly.

    “Condom,” they breathed out together.

    She guffawed as he sat up. He rushed back out to the front of his door. Hands frantically unzipping his backpack. Pulled out his dirty clothes - earbuds, charging cords, socks.

    Where the fuck was the fucking condom?

    Desperate moments passed - digging deep past his toothbrush and beanie - the smooth cool plastic wrapper was between his middle and forefinger. Clicking his tongue against his teeth, he thanked Haechan for being a theatrical asshole.

    “Please tell me we don’t have to go to the convenience store,” she said the moment he sat down on the bed. Her hair hid her face in the shadow of the blue hues lighting up his room.

    “Nope.” His chest felt tight as he tore open the golden packet. Her fingertips on his shoulder sent chills down his spine. “Came prepared.”

    His hand shook as her lips landed on his shoulder. Heat rushed up his chest as she sucked on his skin. Fingers smoothing over the shiny thin rubber snugly covering his cock, he reached for her.

    They panted heavily together as he slid his aching stick over her slit. She broke the tension, moaning loudly, breath at his ear. Spine prickling, he pushed into her.

    “I need you, Jisung.” Fingers entangled in his hair, she directed his face to hers. They kissed.

    Pushing his tip in deeper, he groaned at how good it felt to invade her fleshy walls. His cock throbbed furiously - his focus clouded - words barely coming together in his mind. He chased for more, pushing in deeper.

    Her fingernails dug into the nape of his neck, palms tightening around him. The pain seared sweetly. His pace quickened. Their kiss broke - her loud cry reverberating down into his balls. His moan was louder as she arched her back, tits rubbing against his chest.

    They cried out each other’s names as he gripped her hips. Her fingers pinching his biceps stung but every painful squeeze sent adrenaline down his front. He fucked her faster, hands on her hips to hold her still. Ears tingling with joy at the noises of their skin slapping together.

    Her howling stuttered when she inhaled, sending heat into his chest. Eyes shut he chased for his release, feeling it building. His balls burned, heavier than he’d ever felt them. Mind focused on rutting as fast as he could, he came when she pulled on his hair.

    “Ji-SUNG!” The soft whimper that followed had him jerking shallowly into her, every spurt of his cum rolling punches into his abs. “Jisung!”

    He lost all energy - falling over her to rest his head on her shoulder. Her tight walls milked his softening cock. Clingy walls creating gentle ripples deep into him as she came on his fucked out rod.

    He rolled off her, hand moving to prevent the condom from leaking. Doing a quick cleanup, he returned to her - chest aching, shoulders slackening. Her arms were wide open, lazy sweet grin inviting him to her. Eyes barely open.

    They kissed. He rested his hand on her neck, tongue pushing against her mouth every time her thumb massaged his earlobe. She tasted so good - buttery lips - he didn’t want to stop.

    His fingers gently flicked her nipples as they continued to kiss. He liked sucking on her bottom lip, malleable flesh so plump in his mouth. Blood boiled furiously in his balls every time her teeth nipped the left side of his upper lip.

    A loud knock at the front door shocked him. It was like ice water was thrown over his back. The hairs on the nape of his neck raised, eardrums shaking violently. They broke apart, matching fluttering eyes locked together.

    “Jisung!!!” Jaemin’s loud voice screeched, ringing through the walls and down the hallway into his room. “You didn’t reply to my texts!! ARE! YOU! O! K?! JISUNG!”

    His face flared up, head clouded with embarrassment. Heat built up in his chest immediately as her chuckles reverberated against him. Her fingertips stroking his cheek cleared his mind, though his face was still on fire.

    “I guess Jaemin wanted to see you as soon as possible.”

    “Be right back.”

    “We should answer the door together.” She sat up with him. “Jaemin might invite himself in if you open the door alone.”

    His chest ached - as if it was growing - watching her grab his grey hoodie off his gaming chair. Images of fingering her raced through his head. She sat at the edge of his bed, hoodie covering her body. Her slick was collecting on his hoodie…her ass sweat and titty sweat all over it. She’d look sexier with his hand between her legs.

    “JISUNG! SAY MY NAME TO LET ME KNOW YOU ARE ALIVE!”

    He shook his head, eyes gazing at the floor for some clean shorts.

    “Our neighbors are going to complain.”

    She had a good point. He sprinted off his bed. Their fingers intertwined once he slipped on a stained shirt and wrinkled boxers.

    “Hey, Jaemin,” Jisung said breathlessly, opening the door, “I wasn’t expecting a visit.”

    Holding a wicker basket in one hand, Jaemin waved at them. He took off his sunglasses, eyes darting from Jisung to [Y/N]. His two front teeth popped out as his grin widened, black tendrils falling over his forehead.

    “Oooh,” he cooed out slowly. Eyebrows wiggling as a daring gleam shone in his eye. “Congratulations, Jisung, [Y/N]. Double celebrations are in order today. I’ll take you two out to dinner for your second celebration.”

    “Second?” She looked at Jisung. Bottom lip pouting. Cute eyebrows stitched together.

    Jisung’s stomach grumbled as he saw the homemade loaf of French bread in the wicker basket. There was a bottle of champagne too. Some ripe pears and shiny wrapped chocolates. He wordlessly took the basket in his hand when Jaemin gave it to him.

    “I feel honored to be the friend you trust to announce your courtship to.” Jaemin threw his arms out, pulling them into a group hug. A loud, exaggerated sigh came out of him. “I can’t wait to hear how this all happened. Get some rest Jisung-ie. You lovebirds need some quality time together. I don’t want to intrude.”

    He whistled loudly as he walked down the hallway, heading for the stairs. Hands in his pockets.

    “J-jaemin knows that we’re dating?” Her hand squeezed his tight. “H-he put two and two together really fast.”

    Her lips curved into a frown as she locked the door. He wanted to get back to kissing. But the buttery French bread was making him drool.

    “Hey, we get a free dinner!” Jisung set the gift basket down on the kitchen countertop. He took a bite of the crusty French bread. It was warm and so buttery, his tongue was swimming in a rich sea of cream. “So good.”

    “Jisung.” She brushed the crumbs off his lips with the sleeve of the hoodie. “How are we going to explain to Jaemin that we made things official when you caught me-”

    “-We’re not telling him that.” He almost choked, swallowing the ball of bread with one large gulp. “We confessed our feelings before I left for the tournament.”

    “And how exactly did you confess your feelings to me?” Floral heat overpowering his senses. Nails raking into his scalp. Wet kiss at the crook of his neck. “If I can remember right, you stuck your gross finger into me and told me it was fucking hot.”

    “Not romantic enough for you?” He stood, hands grabbing her hips. Thrusting his hips against her. “You didn’t want to say goodbye-”

    “-and we told each other-”

    Her lips were over his. His tongue licked her bottom lip.

    “-how we felt-” he put his thumb into her mouth, hissing before he spoke again, “-fuck, and we-w-w…we became official.”

    “I want you Jisung.” She gagged on his thumb before sucking hard. Blood rushed so fast to his cock, he was blinded with redness before he blinked his vision back. “Fuck me, Jisung.”

    Immediately shoving his spit covered thumb under his hoodie, he felt for her clit. Her eyes were shut tight, mouth wide open. No sound as her hips shook - his thumb sliding against her juicy folds.

    Their lips met. His feet going forward, hers backwards. His spine tingled with her long nails grazing through his sweaty hair.

    He groaned as his legs came into contact with his bed. She moaned against his lips as he sat down, hands pulling her legs to straddle him.

    Her wet slit rubbed up against the bottom of his shaft, moistening his ballsack. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Her minty lips were over his again. His whole body was burning for her, feeling the soft cotton of the hoodie against his skin.

    Hands on her hips, he thrust against her. She moved his throbbing member into her hot slit, fingers holding it firm. Everything blanked as she sunk down heavily onto him. The heat of her pliable walls seared deep into him. The pressure of both her pussy on his cock and her body over his lap turned his whole body into an oasis of pleasure.

    Nothing existed except the tight heat radiating through his body. He stilled, lost in the moment. Intense pleasurable heat from head to toe. Her hands were on his shoulders and she pushed herself up before dropping back down.

    “Fuck!” Arms up her back, he pulled her against him. He’d never wash the hoodie ever again, both of their sweat soaking it up. “So fucking soft.”

    Their hips writhed haphazardly against each other. Her pussy so hot and tight, if he didn’t move he would fall apart. His eyes cracked open to see her lost in ecstasy, tongue hanging over her bottom lip. Her eyebrows stitched together.

    “Jisung!” She yelped as he pushed her off of him, landing on her back.

    “No-condom!” He groaned, eyes shut tight as he stroked his cock fast, pressing it against the inside of her pliable thigh. Fist milking his cum, he opened his eyes as the last of it spilled onto her. “So-fucking-hot.”

    “Jisung.” Her breath was shaky, hands massaging her thighs. Her eyes were locked on his white cum dribbling down her skin, soaking into his sheets. “We just showered.”

    “We can do it again later.”

    She moaned as he pushed his middle finger into her cunt. Her slick covered cunt made it easy to rub against her clit with his thumb, middle finger pumping faster. Hips shaking, she moaned out his name as she came. Hand stilling, he fought off the urge to blink as her throbbing cunt sucked his finger back and forth, slick dribbling down to his wrist.

    Unable to contain himself, he slid down and slurped up her salty slick - mouth sucking up her folds. Her fingers entangled in his hair as his tongue dove into her hot cunt. Lapping up her juices, his pointed tip flicked her clit over and over. He grabbed her ass hard, letting her writhing hips direct where his teeth and tongue would hit her folds.

    Humming a shaky moan, she released his hair. His head stopped aching, blood rushing down his face. The slurping noises he made tasting her sent angry hot blood to his guts, ringing sweetly into his ears. Her hips shook hard, blurring his vision. He focused on watching his thumb flick her overstimulated clit. Tongue out of her cunt, he sat up.

    She seemed to struggle, mouth barely able to press her lips together. A short groan came out of her as he spooned her, positioning them to lay on their sides. Lips at the back of her ear, arms wrapped around her waist. She sniffled, tears soaking up in the sleeve of the hoodie.

    “I really do like you.” His hold tightened around her. “I’m not lying.”

    “I know, Jisung. I know you like me. I’m just…you’re really good at making me feel good. I’m happy we’re…we’re official.”

    He couldn’t help himself. Lips at the nape of her neck. Deep inhale of her floral sweet scent.

    She moaned, eyes shut, face turned into the pillow. His palm slid over her pussy. His mind was turning grey, focus disappearing fast. If he wasn’t so tired he’d start finger fucking her again.

    “Will you get some sleep, Jisung? You need it.”

    “Thank you for such a good welcome home greeting.” A chuckle came out as she moaned. Her fingers curled around his wrist as he tapped his fingers against her labia. “So warm and soft.”

    “Jisung!” She laughed. “Let’s get some sleep.”

    Directing his arms around her waist, she began to match his slow, deep breathing. The sun brought light through the window, but they were falling asleep as the day began. He planted one final kiss at the back of her neck, body and mind stilling as the last waves of adrenaline settled out of him.

    What a wild fucking weekend.

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Thank you always for reading!

Love, CC💚