#GOD!!!! free my boy he did nothing wrong (he did so many things wrong)

[joyfulhottubfuntik]

I literally can't stop thinking about what would've happened if Stan died before or during the portal incident. Because there were so many instances when it could've happened, whether with Ford involved at all or not.

Because I know it would completely break Ford, no matter the circumstances. Just the realization that they would never reconcile, that the last time they talked would be the argument the night Stan was kicked out. And that would be it. No more second chances. No more holding a grudge and waiting for Stanley to apologize. All of that would be over and destroyed.

And a part of Ford would be completely gone forever, together with the ability to be truly happy. No matter what he would do, it would just feel wrong, the fact that Stanley isn't there and would never ever be there. Just the fact that he himself is still alive.

He would keep living though. Not that he wouldn't consider ending it all. But ultimately he would not. If only because, without him, who would even remember Stanley? Their mother perhaps, but, after all, she would still have other sons, grandchildren, things to worry about, ways to distract herself from mourning. She cares, but not as much as Ford does. He would refuse to forget and find distractions. And so he would see himself as responsible for making sure Stan's never forgotten, even if it's far too late. That's all he would be left to do, the only way he'd be able to help.

All of his great aspirations would be forgotten. He'd earn just enough money to keep himself alive and that's it.

As for his family... I don't think he'd communicate much with them, not because of Stan's death but because of the life he had lead. Because, upon his brother's passing Ford would definitely find out that he was homeless and struggling. Soon would follow, the discovery that their family knew and did nothing to help, just let it happen. (And i believe they, at least the parents, pretty much did. What else would you expect to come to a 17 yo boy kicked out into the street, with only a duffle bag and no highschool degree?). I guess Ford wouldn't be against being in his nephew's or his grand niblings' lives. Maybe Sherman's. But their parents' is a no go.

Kudos to @aroace-get-out-of-my-face and @inkyrainstorms for their posts on this lol. God am I mentally ill about this old man. There isn't really anything interesting or new about this post, just a stream of consciousness, so I can get all of these thoughts out and be free. So I'm sorry for tagging you here, but I would feel bad not to😭

[likea-silhouette]

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

rating: mature

word count: 2.8k

summary: Harry was once the boy you loved and wanted to spend your life with. The funny thing is that addiction is something that is never predicted. What happens when you run into your ex-boyfriend years after your breakup that was due to his vices?

*based on the song Complex by Katie Gregson-MacLeod*

tagged: @imaginexxharry Read Part One | Read Part Three

The moment you step inside you feel a warmth and familiarity, almost making you completely forget about Harry and the uneasiness you had felt just moments ago.

This home. You’d spent so many wonderful days and nights within its confines. Whether watching movies and trashy TV shows with Nadia or playing board games that you only half understood, nevertheless still enjoyed. It felt like another home to you. “There you are!”, Nadia squealed above the music that wasn’t too low or high in volume, but just right. Immediately, a smile overtook your lips as you outstretched your hands to envelope your best friend in a warm embrace.

“God, am I glad you’re here”, Nadia said as she lifted her drink to her lips.

“Why? What’s wrong?” You looked at her quizzically as you tried to convince yourself it had nothing to do with your ex-boyfriend. Not everything revolved around him, yet, at this very moment, your mind was so preoccupied with him and only him that it was hard not to associate Harry with every subject that came to mind.

Nadia moved next to you and rested her elbow on top of your shoulder as her knuckles held her chin up.

“I swear I only know like three people here. I’ve just been walking around aimlessly trying to find a buddy to gossip with.”

You chuckled lightly as relief swept over you. “Well, I’m here now so consider yourself buddied up.”

Nadia smiled and rolled her eyes playfully in relief, “Thank-fucking-god.”

Eventually, the both of you wandered over to the kitchen where various alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages were being created by a hired bartender.

“Wow, you really splurged on this.”

Nadia’s lips curled into a smile as she shrugged, “Only the best for my guy.”

Once a gin and tonic was comfortably situated in your and your friend's hand, the both of you maneuvered through the decent volume of friends and family that had arrived in the time it took for you to browse and pick out a cocktail. Thankfully, refuge in the living room was close as you and Nadia took a seat on a sectional sofa that was free for the taking.

The conversation naturally flowed between the both of you as you caught up on new developments in the other's life that had occurred since you last saw each other a week or so ago.

Suddenly, mid-sentence, Nadia’s eyes widened as a smile spread across her face. This wasn’t any ordinary smile - it held something behind it, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Cautiously, you turned around to look in the direction Nadia’s eyes were focused on. You breathed a sigh of relief as you saw the familiar face of her husband, instead of the face of the phantom you had once loved.

You were safe. It wasn’t him. “Babe!”, Nadia called out, but with the larger volume of people chattering, combined with the music, her call went unnoticed.

Nadia stood from the sofa with both hands cupped over her mouth as she attempted once again to gain his attention with a shout of his name.

This time it did the trick.

Abruptly, Her husband turned around as his wide eyes searched the crowd. Once he caught sight of his wife, he instantly softened with a small grin on his mouth.

You watched as both he and Nadia exchanged glances of puppy love that were still present even after several years of being romantically intertwined. This very admiration had you mesmerized - maybe a little too mesmerized in fact.

The depth of enchantment that you felt from their love kept you easily distracted, so much so that you hadn’t noticed him initially until his eyes were melting craters in your face that were impossible to not feel the burn of.

Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze and his met for the first time in so, so long.

His eyes felt both foreign and familiar all at the same time.

Unbeknownst to you, Nadia stood by your side with a grin as she watched from the corner of her eye as your mind pieced together the reality of what was happening whether you wanted it to or not. Honestly, you weren’t sure what you wanted.

Your mouth fell agape and eyes blinked rapidly, testing to see if this was your imagination playing tricks on you or if the man who once held your affection was actually walking towards you in tow of Nadia’s husband. Of course, It was the latter.

“There’s the birthday boy!”, Nadia beamed as she placed her hands on either side of her husband's face.

“You saw me like an hour ago baby.” You would’ve cooed and awed at the couple were it not for the distraction that was now standing directly in front of you with eyes that shamelessly remained in a trance that was solely for you.

Nadia and her husband both shared a mischievous smirk as they reveled in their front-row seats to your and Harry’s reunion. Not that you even thought about tearing your eyes away from Harry to take note of the not so subtle expression the couple were sharing.

“Hey! I’m so glad you could come.” Nadia’s husband greeted as he wrapped you up in a warm hug. Thankfully, this brought you out of the staring contest that Harry had trapped you in.

With closed eyes, you put on a best-effort smile as you returned his friendly gesture.

“Of course! Happy birthday.” You hoped the joy in your voice didn’t sound too forced.

“Oh, and this is for you,” you dragged your last word slightly as you outstretched the envelope in your hand in his direction.

Harry’s eyes followed your arm which was filled with new tattoos he wasn’t familiar with. He wondered what else had changed with you. Were you in a relationship? Did you have some fancy job with an even fancier apartment? Were you happy?

Were you happier without him?

“You know you never have to get me anything”, Nadia's husband spoke, breaking Harry from his thoughts that wondered if there was still a resemblance of the lover he never forgot.

Harry watched as you shrugged and said, “I know,” with a slight smile. This made him feel butterflies flapping in his stomach.

Nadia’s husband said his thanks with a final side hug and Harry found himself continuing to stare at you in your most sincerest of form. Celebrating with friends and exchanging gifts; something so deeply simple, yet watching you being wholly yourself had Harry’s heart beating so fast, he swore one would’ve seen it through his shirt.

“You always did love giving gifts.”

Three pairs of eyes turned to look at Harry after he spoke. Only then did he realize he said those words out loud instead of in the deepest parts of his inner narration.

Your eyebrows raised and your mouth slightly fell open as you took in the absolute music to your ears that was his accent and tone - it felt like pressing play on your favorite song for the second time in a row. You wanted more and more and more and couldn’t see yourself tiring of it for quite some time. The temptation to close your eyes and sway your body in complete contentment as you replayed the way his voice sounded crossed your mind. God damn it, you missed him.

Meanwhile, Harry’s eyes desperately searched his surroundings. He had to find an excuse to either leave this reunion of sorts or change the subject entirely.

Thankfully, his eyes caught sight of the empty glass in his hand.

“I’m uh-”, his hand slightly raised his glass in the air, “-going to get some more to drink.” “Help yourself, Harry. The non-alcoholic drinks should all be in the fridge in the kitchen.”

Harry nodded with avoidant eyes and turned his back to the group with a chest that breathed heavily with each step he took.

You, however, were still dwelling on the drink suggestion Nadia had directed Harry towards. “Does uh-” God, it was embarrassing. Why did you want to even ask? You weren’t supposed to care anymore.

“Never mind,” you said with a soft, yet tensed smile. “I’m a little low on my drink too. I’m going to go catch up with Harry”, Nadia’s husband spoke with his hand lovely running along Nadia’s back.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

You watched as he weaved through the crowd, taking a nearly identical path to the one Harry followed toward the kitchen until he disappeared behind a group of people. Quickly, you and Nadia fall back into casual conversation, avoiding discussing the ever-present elephant in the room. You’d be lying if you said you could focus on a single conversation topic that carried on between the both of you. Your body was still very much here, but your head was deeply submerged underneath the thickest of clouds. Eventually, a party guest, that you weren’t too familiar with besides remembering their face from Nadia’s wedding and past gatherings, joined in on your and Nadia’s conversation circle. You felt a swell of relief at the fact that you wouldn’t need to maintain subpar attention on the topic being discussed. Now, you were free to get lost in your thoughts and allow Nadia and the party guest to take the lead on the discussion. Your lips met the cold of your glass as you guzzled down the remainder of your cocktail.

Thank god - an excuse to get some fresh air.

“I’m going to grab another drink and get some fresh air. It's so nice to see you again!” You cheerfully waved to Nadia and the other guests, who gave you waves and friendly smiles in return. The moment your back was to the pair, the fake smile etched onto your lips slid off of your face as your mouth pursed and a light puff of air released from your cheeks.

The walk from the bar to the outside was a paranoid one. Every unknown noise had you gazing in its direction of origin as you searched for his familiar brunette hair and green eyes behind every crevice and corner.

Thankfully, the outside proved to be a serene place. It smelled of wood smoked to ash and shimmered from the large string lights cascading across the entire backyard. The sun was nearly half set, making the sky a dark purple that perfectly paired with the easy music playing from the speakers in the outdoor space. As your eyes took in your surroundings, you caught sight of where the smell of burnt wood was coming from. Immediately, your feet carried you to the circle-shaped fire pit that was tucked in a back corner and all by its lonesome.

The warmth of a flame blanketed your body as you sat in one of the chairs strategically placed around the burning orange hue.

Once comfortably snug, you allowed yourself another deep, deep breath. This time with eyes fully closed you reveled in the peace and stillness that only the nighttime could bring.

However, your peace was short-lived as the sound of glass breaking caused your eyes to shoot open and everyone to quiet their conversations.

Quickly, your eyes searched for the source until you fell upon an image that felt eerily familiar.

A couple - a man who was inebriated times ten and a woman desperately trying to calm the man’s erratic movements and loud tone of voice. He held a once full glass, yet now was sloshed with clear liquid on himself and the ground.

The distress on the woman's face was evident as she tried to calm the man by soothingly rubbing his upper bicep and, I’m assuming, whispering words that were at the age level of how one would talk to a toddler who was throwing a tantrum.

I knew that routine all too well. The sound of the glass breaking was still ringing in your ears like a sharp knife clawing into a chalkboard, until, in the blink of an eye, you found yourself back in time. The bar was lit by only a few warm lightbulbs. The Saturday night bar crowd was in full swing as you found yourself nearly shoulder to shoulder with anyone you came across. However, Harry’s voice booming over the noise level of every other bar attendee had you briskly walking away from the bar and over to your boyfriend - well, boyfriend at the time. “What the fuck is going on?” You yelled over the music as Harry poked his finger into the chest of a man you’d never seen before. “Babe who is this? What are you doing?” Harry’s larger-than-normal pupils looked at you. You swore you could’ve seen steam coming out from the top of his head by how red his cheeks were and the flare of his nostrils. “This guy was checking you out!” he half slurred, half yelled. Your eyes moved to the guy who looked scared shitless with both of his hands pressing in front of his chest. “I swear man, I wasn’t looking at her. Swear to god” “Fuckin’ liar!”, Harry spat at the guy. “Harry who gives a fuck. The guy said he wasn’t looking,” I tried desperately to pull him by his bicep in the direction opposite of the innocent man. “I give a fuck! He was looking at you like he wanted to fuck you right in this bar for Christ sake”

“Nah man, I haven’t even seen her bef-” “If you were smart you’d shut the hell up before I make you.”

You gasped at Harry’s harsh words that were hard to hear, both due to the volume of the music, the chattering of conversation, and the amount of vodka he’d had in the last hour that made his lips move too fast for his words to get out cleanly.

“Babe please,” I whined desperately, using all of your strength to pull Harry by the arm again. However, it was no use. Harry slipped out of your grip with his glass shattering to the ground as it slipped out of his hands. You watched in horror as Harry suddenly got much closer to the man, their faces a foot or so apart, as his shoulders stood up straight in a much more defensive manner. What had started as a night of fun and drunkenness, quickly turned into Harry once again taking it too far - both with his alcohol consumption and his anger, though the two almost always went hand in hand. Tears started prickling out of your eyes as you watched Harry bump his chest against the other guy who was now squaring up to Harry and making himself look just as intimidating. He promised. He promised this would never happen again and yet it’s happened so many fucking times -more than you can even count.

Not even a brisk escape from the scene Harry had created at the bar and a cigarette between your lips could ease the pain. With your head resting against the outside brick wall of the bar, you felt your tears gently and freely roll down your cheeks as you puffed smoke from between your teeth.

That night, you remember asking yourself if you could do this forever. If you always had to be the one to pick up the pieces that Harry tore up in a drunken haze. If you always had to be the one who was strong even when you felt like the thinnest, soggiest, piece of paper that was left to disintegrate in the rain all by your lonesome.

You weren’t sure how long you’d fallen back into this memory that clearly stuck to your brain for a reason. However, you knew what brought you out of it and back to reality. His laugh was infectious and uniquely deep and hearty. There always was a slight rasp to it as well. You remembered it so damn well. Except this time, it wasn’t just a memory. It was very deeply real and current. Instinctually, your eyes searched for him in the backyard until his tall frame came into your view. Harry was standing in a group of people with that warm and amused grin on his face that always looked so good on him. You were only allowed a moment to admire his candid expression until his eyes met yours - as if you were magnetized to one another. Harry’s tongue peeked out of his mouth to briefly run along his bottom lip as his eyes focused back on the group. He spoke some words you couldn’t make out before extending his hand in a polite manner to each of the people surrounding him in the circle - as if he were excusing himself.

Then, with his left hand in his pocket, and his eyes looking directly at you, he began walking in your direction.

To be continued.

[bettystonewell]

TO YOU I BELONG: CHAPTER 7

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Summary: Dean isn't looking for a mate, and the last place he expects to meet his soulmate is while on a case. Fate ain't real. He still has free will, and saving you is just another part of the job. Except, monsters aren't the only things you need saving from... 18+ only MDNI

Chapter Word Count: 6.7k words

Chapter Warnings: SMUT including knotting, claiming, and marking; language, references to past sexual abuse, fluff, Dean being an overprotective alpha, soulmate bonding

A/N: *Holdsbreathandhitspost*

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Sitting on the edge of his bed, hunched over, arms leaning on his thighs, Dean twisted the small pill bottle in his hands, listening as each tablet fell to the bottom. There weren’t many, six at most, and they rattled around in there, waiting for him to open the lid and take one out. 

Or man up and throw them in the trash like he’d planned.

The problem was, he knew how his body would react to not taking the daily suppressant. He’d experienced it before. And if his inner alpha was overprotective of you now, it was about to turn into a possessive dick the second the drug’s effects wore off in T minus twenty-four hours, if he…

No. 

Not if. 

He was doing this. He was gonna claim you and make you his.

Which is why even though the trashcan was only three feet in front of him, he still sat there unmoving from the memory-foam cushioning his ass…

Fuck. Why was this so hard? 

He put the pills down on his bedside table and leant back into the mattress, fishing his phone out from his jean pocket. The denim hugging his hips was too tight, and he had to lift himself up a few inches to yank the device free, unlocking it with a couple of taps and a swipe up.

His fingers continued to work the touch screen, locating contacts, flicking down to the letter J, and hitting the green call button. At least there was one thing he wasn’t hesitating over.

He heard the click and a familiar voice fondly speak his name before he’d even brought it up to his ear. 

“Dean Winchester.”

“Hey, Jody. How’s it going?” Dean stood up off the bed and moved to the closet. 

“Good. Although I’m a little surprised to hear you ask me that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The door creaked in protest, as did his back, though it cracked more than creaked when he arched over to reach his green duffle he’d thrown on the floor after the hunt in Iowa. The couple of weapons he hadn’t bothered to put away hit against each other as the bag swayed and gravity played with their weight.

“Just that you don’t call me unless you need something or someone’s dead. Oh god. Is Sam okay? What have you boys gotten into now?”

“Alright, first off, that’s insulting.” He emptied the contents onto the bed, pulling out a shirt that had wound its way around his shotgun. “And second.” He brought the fabric up to his nose for a sniff test. It needed washing, or burning with added salt. The remnants of nameless monster guts clung to the collar, and he didn’t hesitate to throw it out. Those pills though... “Everything’s fine. Sammy’s alive last time I checked.

“I wanted to know how you were. What’s wrong with that?” He caught the phone between his neck and shoulder, freeing his hands up to open the chamber of his prized weapon. The racking was rather loud when he closed it back again, and he grimaced. Jody was going to notice that.

“Nothing,” she said. “But that’s not why you’re calling.”

Why did he attract people who could see right through him? “Well, ah, to be honest, I need a favour.” He took a long breath in, preparing himself to deliver his news. “I met my soulmate and—”

“What?” Her high-pitched squeal had him dropping his shoulder and her. “Are you sure?”

Seriously! It’s like she was trying to cut him deep. “What do you mean, am I sure? I know my own damn initials,” he shouted down at his phone. Luckily, it had only landed on the bed. He did not have the patience or time to get a new one.

He ditched the shotgun and picked up Jody, bringing her back to his ear. 

“So you’re no longer running solo, huh? Finally claimed someone! What are they? An omega, a beta? Or another alpha like you?” She chuckled. “I’d love to see that.”

‘Bitch.’

‘Dude. This is Jody.’

‘She’s insulting our mate.’

‘No, she’s insulting you, you dick.’

“Ah, an omega, and I haven’t claimed her yet,” Dean said, cringing when his inner alpha interrupted him again. His eyes searched for the pill bottle and gave it a once over. No, no. This was gonna be hell, but he’d grin and bear it. “That’s why I was calling—”

It was mid-afternoon when he pulled up in the expansive car park the next day. Dean had chosen a space at the back of the lot, leaving at least two free ones in between the Impala, and nowhere near the return bays. The last thing he needed was some asshole being careless with their cart and scratching Baby’s sleek paint job.

He shifted the stick into P, shut her engine off, and released a loud, drawn-out sigh, before turning to you and your smiling face. It was the only thing making the inevitable onslaught of other people and his first ever venture into Walmart worthwhile. 

If he had his way, you’d be sitting out front of a secluded Gas n Sip. There was nothing wrong with gas station snacks and take out. At least that’s the argument he’d used against you. Needless to say, he’d failed. You had the doe-eyed look down pat and gave even Sammy a run for his money.

The leather squeaked beneath him as he reached over you and opened the glove box. He dug through the fake IDs and old maps that had no hope of leaving the small compartment anytime soon and retrieved his 1911, tucking it into the waistband of his pants like usual. When he sat back up, he found you staring at him in disbelief. “What?” he asked.

“You’re taking that?”

His jaw tightened. “I always carry it with me. You know that.”

“Yeah, but…we’re getting groceries. What are you expecting to happen in a grocery store?”

“Nothing.” Try everything. “But you can never be too careful.” Wolves like Garth had to buy their raw steaks from somewhere. Not that the ordinary bullets he’d pre-loaded into the gun would kill anything other than a human. They’d slow the rest down, though. That was enough for him, and he’d keep telling himself that.

“Let’s get this over with,” he grumbled, searching for the door handle.

Before he could squeeze his fingers against the cool metal, however, you had reached for his right and tugged at his arm. “You can wait here if you don’t want to go inside. I’m happy to—”

“Nope.” He gave one very forceful shake of his head. “Absolutely not.” There was no way he was letting you out of his sight with your impending heat. Screw his rut. 

Your pheromones had been changing by the hour, making you smell the sweetest and most enticing you’d ever been. His inner alpha was driving him crazy, and had done the entire drive, chanting, ‘Mine,’ ‘My omega,’ and now it told him to ‘Bring the machete.’ 

If only he could. 

‘I can’t hide a blade that big under my clothes,’ he reasoned. Although the demon knife wouldn’t hurt. It was a shame opening the trunk, with the devil’s trap on display in a place like this was bound to raise a few eyebrows. He did not want to draw any more attention to you.

Fuck. This was gonna be worse than hell. The rearview mirror was full of bodies and cars coming and going, and that was just the outside of the gigantic building. 

Who knew how many more people were still inside? Plenty by the stench of it.

It was too late to change his mind, though. He looked at you, holding your purse all ready to go on your lap. Frowning when it finally dawned on him that of all the things you had to wear today, you’d chosen a dress that accentuated your curves. 

He’d appreciated the view at lunch, but that was at a small town diner, somewhere off of route eighty-one. Now it was a different story, but you were clearly excited and while he didn’t for the life of him know why, he couldn’t just demand you waited here instead. That was as bad as you going in alone.

“C’mon,” he said, and climbed out of the car, shutting the door behind him with the usual creak and groan.

Dean would rather chow down on burgers than run for ‘fun’ like Sam. He wasn’t afraid to admit it. But on that day, in the middle of the Sioux Falls Walmart’s parking lot, he jogged even though he wasn’t being chased for the first time in his adult life, scooting across the gravel to intercept you before you crossed the safety of the meaningless lines.

Your eyes traced over him, studying him with a wry smile, your scent spiking along with it, as did his interest.

He could hear your heartbeat if he listened carefully. It thrummed in his ears as quick as his was, but unlike him, you seemed to contain it well. 

“Just think of it this way.” You patted his chest. “The more we buy, the longer we won’t have to leave Jody’s cabin.”

Now that was something he could get on board with, and though he thought it impossible in a place like this, his own mouth grew wide, drawing his blood back up and away from the conspicuous semi he was sporting.

The change didn’t last long.

“Woah.” He gripped your hand tighter and yanked it, making you stop. That fucking douche in the station wagon had come way too close to the curb for his liking. “Watch where you’re going, jackass!” he spat. His head following the rear bumper, oblivious to the other “dangers” the car park held.

‘She was almost hit.’

‘She’s fine.’ 

Your thumb moved to stroke the tops of his knuckles. “It was nowhere near us, Alpha.”

He turned to you with a furrowed brow at first, only picking up on your discomfort from his death grip when your other fingers started squirming under his. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he said.

Your arm retreated with a shake of your wrist and he went for your lower back instead, guiding you with a gentle nudge and an extra look left for any more assholes who didn’t know how to drive.

The automatic doors opened as you both stepped onto the oversized mats and Dean beelined for the shopping carts grouped together on the side. Naturally, he needed to push yours. He’d be a purse-bitch if he had to, too. Anything to stop himself from acting rash and ripping your arm off again.

He let go of you, and yanked one out, swinging the steel trolley around with ease as if he were figure skating with it and reached for your waist when he had the thing facing in the direction of a second set of automated doors. The place was like airport security. 

“Are they gonna let us leave when we’re done?” he whispered to you.

“Not if you break something with that.” Your hand came up to his shoulder and tugged on his flannel, veering to the right while pointing to a large sign that said fresh produce. “Come on. I wanna go here first”

Great. Vegetables. Not to mention the abundance of people wandering around there and the just as many aisles and fruit he’d never seen before.

How many apples did you need?

Because you passed by red and green ones, mountains of them, and even then, they were apparently all different. Grandmas. Mount Fuji’s. What the hell did golden delicious mean and would it go into a pie?

You stepped away from him to look at a display that was labelled Pink.

They weren’t like any ladies he’d ever seen. The colour didn’t come close to anyone’s, including yours.

In each subsequent aisle after, Dean was both awestruck and dumbstruck at the amount of variety the place had. 

You led him past an entire rack of peanut butter, through a row of refrigerators that had him breathing out cold air from his nose, and he was still in doubt over what was in those cans that claimed to have a whole chicken in them. He was thankful you hadn’t stopped there to find out.  

Soon enough though, your cart filled up to the point he found himself playing Tetris with its contents after discovering Walmart also sold booze. 

Even if he didn’t drink it all on account of his rut, the case of his favourite beer he’d selected was coming with you and he was determined to make it work, with only a single banana being harmed in the process as he rearranged it all for a third time. He ditched the fruit on a shelf displaying margarita mixes and the two of you headed for the cashiers, his arm still wrapped around your waist.

He’d become a pro at steering the metal cage, though honestly, he could drive anything, and he was proud to say, you could leave the store as he’d had no accidents and no alpha had been harmed for looking at you.

Yet.

“Are you sure we need all this stuff?” he asked as you passed another couple with only half the things you had.

“This coming from the guy who had two slices of pie on top of his burger at lunch?” 

Point taken, he supposed, but you’d eaten just as much. You’d had more than him, come to think of it. Lunch, breakfast, the night before. So when you patted his stomach, and he looked down at you grinning at him, he couldn’t help but return a knowing smile.

“You’ll thank me later,” you said.

He knew he would. In more ways than one. 

Still on your way to the front, you passed the nesting department located opposite the cash registers. Of course, it was just another convenient ploy to gain some extra impulse buys from naïve omegas who hadn’t realised they needed that new blanket or another stuffy until they saw the giant pile of fluff.

To Dean’s distaste, you were also won over by the gimmick and he was pulled along for the ride. 

Yes, he was annoyed. He wanted to get you home, maybe taste your pink lady before things really started, and definitely not add more crap to your cart. But he couldn’t help but smirk as he watched your hands glide over every piece of fabric that piqued your fancy. 

Your fingers preened the threads. They stroked the tassels and the weird little fuzzy balls that stuck out like skin tags on an old person. Everything was falling into place, and he pushed all his grumbles aside.

Soon. Tomorrow at the latest, you would be his officially.

But while your inner omega delved into the world of fuzz and all things fluffy and he stood back contented with watching you, an elderly alpha whose back would snap if the wind blew at him too hard was also eyeing you as you picked up a certain colourful blanket that looked very familiar to Dean. 

The fucking perv was hanging around, preying on omegas such as you. He had to be. And he had the nerve to walk up to you and ask your opinions on the thing, as if he was interested in buying one. 

You humoured him, but Dean? He saw right through him.

So did the dick in his head. It was sending messages to his pants and his fingers flexed over the plastic handle of your cart, pulling his knuckles in and out of focus under his taut skin.

“I’ve had this before, but I used it in the living room when I wasn’t nesting too,” you said. “I find it holds scents better—”

As the old guy’s arm reached over to touch the blanket you were holding, Dean stepped in. That was too close for his liking and his inner alpha snarled, “She’s mine,” leading to the more sane version of himself, regretting not bringing the cart closer so he could push him with it. The floor was waxed enough for the wheels to slip and be blamed for any accident.

“This is your alpha?” the Master Roshi wannabe asked, looking Dean up and down. “But you haven’t—”

“Your nose works just fine, asshole,” Dean said through his teeth. “We’re here to get supplies for it, so fuck off.”

Dean turned his back on him and focused on you. His blood was boiling and had he been anywhere else, and that dick been any younger, he would’ve clipped him one. 

As it was, he could feel the old guy still hanging behind him and he dared not turn around for fear of really doing something.

He took the blanket you were holding from your hands and inspected it before placing it on the edge of the pile. It wouldn’t do now that he’d put his mitts on it.

Your mouth opened, about to protest, but Dean flashed you a grin, picked up another that he pulled from the very centre. “It holds people’s scents, yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then this is the one. Only touched you and me,” he said.

He was about to place the bundle on your piled shopping cart when he saw you pout. His hesitation, giving you the chance to pluck it out of his hands and into your arms where it stayed as he paid and drove, taking you to your final destination. A little cabin about thirty minutes north of the small city.

The first thing Dean noticed when he opened the door to Jody’s cabin was the pungent smell. “Is that…lavender?” he asked. His arm balancing the precious case of beer he’d found at Walmart.

“I’m surprised you know what it is.” You chuckled.

So did he, but it wasn’t like he selected the shampoo Sam bought. He just used whatever was on the shower shelf at the time and now recognised the word along with the purple packaging that meant the same flavour old folks and museums liked to spray in their bathrooms was contained inside. 

This didn’t suit Jody, though. She was a badass, and sure she enjoyed chick flicks and bubble baths (he assumed, because who didn’t), but… “She’s too young for this crap,” he muttered as he ran his free hand over the wall, searching for the light switch. 

At first, nothing besides the place smelling like grandma seemed out of the ordinary, but as he readjusted his load and stretched his bow legs over the threshold, it wasn’t the moaning of the floorboards underneath him from the weight of the glass bottles and their contents that caught his attention. It was the spots of something on the floor further inside.

Blood is what his mind went to. What else would a hunter with his skills think? 

Jody had become rather renowned for her side profession and could’ve pissed off a few dicks. Plus, this far into the woods would be an ideal location for wolves or even a nest to squat, and this town had seen its fair share. 

Of course, that wouldn’t explain the stench, or the fact she’d left the key for him under the mat and would’ve noticed something was amiss already, so unless whatever potential threat who was presumably squatting liked pot-pourri and hoodoo, it was a far stretch. 

Then again, witches? Maybe. But also, fuck, not again. Especially when he was this close to going into rut.

Dean looked over his shoulder and, “Wait here,” he said, moving only when your head acknowledged the instruction. 

Those same bow legs carried him down the wide hallway, his free arm kept right next to his side, ready and waiting to draw his gun. If it came down to it, he’d risk the booze, but he soon realised he didn’t have to. Whatever was scattered on the floor cast shadows over the wood grain and smelt just as nasty as the lavender.

The light from the entry wasn’t enough to see clearly even with his keen eyesight, so he lunged the case onto the small dining table with a thump and a tinkling from the glass and searched for another light switch.

Click.

The exposed bulb overhead flickered on, and Dean’s eyes went straight to the ground to be met with… petals? Red ones? 

Huh.

“S’okay, sweetheart. You can come in now. It’s just a bunch of flowers.”

Your steps across the floorboards barely made a noise over the crinkle of plastic from the shopping bags you carried. 

Dean strode over to you, pried the handles from your fingers, and lifted them up beside the casing of beer.

“Flowers and wine,” you said, and Dean flicked his head in the direction you were now headed.

On a small coffee table in the centre of a brilliant brick fireplace and a couple of old couches, two bottles of the stuff and what looked like a card had been placed. 

You picked the piece of folded paper up and read it aloud. “Congratulations, and enjoy your time alone together, J.” You handed the note to him as he approached with a sly smile. “We should buy her a gift before we leave town as a thankyou.” 

“More shopping? We got all that stuff so we wouldn’t have to go anywhere.”

While he was snarking, he scoped out your home for the next week, maybe two, noting the floofy pillows that would suit your needs for a few scenarios. 

“Later. Not now,” you said, and his arm pulled you close, wrapping tightly around your waist.

“It’s a nice idea.” The other scooped between you and shucked up your dress. “Enough about Jody. How’re ya feeling?” he asked against your mating gland, inhaling your scent. Sweet apple, spicy cinnamon, and a touch of whisky nipped at the edge of his throat. “Any changes?” 

Dick’s marks had completely gone. As had any traces of what he’d done to you and Dean was met with options. The right side, or the left for his claim. Maybe even both.

You leaned back with a quirked brow as his fingers ran over your underwear. “Not yet.”

“But you’re wet.” He brought you closer. You weren’t the only one excited. He found the elastic of your panties and slipped inside, skimming through your folds and your warm channel.

“Shouldn’t we get the groceries,” you said, but there was a hitch in your voice at the end when he dipped his middle finger further again.

“Can wait.” He breathed into your ear, pulling you closer to the fireplace and his lap on the couch.

Soon one touch led to another, and despite the many things that still needed to be done around the place before you settled in for the night, they were long forgotten, along with the rest of your groceries in the Impala. It was cold enough out in the woods that an hour wouldn’t hurt, and he would deal with the sigils and logs for a fire later. 

Dean wasted no more time sinking into you, meeting each rock of your hips for a thrust on the worn sofa by the fireplace, clothes still on. 

Best. Decision. Ever.

Even though the wooden frame creaked under your weight and he felt the need to plant his boots firmly into the shaggy rug beneath them to keep the thing upright.

His hands snuck up your dress and cast aside the cups of your bra to knead your slick covered tits. Your panties, pulled to the side, created an extra layer of friction as the elastic caught on his growing knot. 

An ever better decision than he thought, and he sat back, enjoying the show and the little gasps of pleasure you gave him when your clit hit his pubic bone at the perfect angle and ground against it.

“Dean, fuck.” Your hips buckled with one forceful slam.

“Feel good, baby?” He knew you were close. Your muscles fluttering around him and the fresh wave of your juices coating his twitching balls kinda gave it away. “You gonna come on my cock? Let me knot you?”

You were too lost in the moment to answer him. He didn’t care. He revelled in your grinding, how you were growing desperate, and by the way your eyes sparkled when he spoke of his knot.

“Alpha. Need your—” But you didn’t finish your sentence because your body finished on him. 

The climax ripped through you, drawing tremors from your legs, tickling his thighs and lower stomach. 

His hands took yours and pulled them to his neck, soothing your taut arms from your wrists to shoulders, grounding himself in the process. 

His balls were heavy, his sack on fire. Your cunt had sucked his knot inside and the pulses and trickles of your release had his instincts screaming to plough into you. But he wouldn’t. Not yet.

When his fingers moved to your hips and raised them up so that only the tip penetrated your core, your forehead dropped to his. Sweat mixing with sweat. Panted breaths warming his cheeks and lips. 

“Think you can give me one more?” he rasped.

Your laugh was airy. It came out as a shudder. Your skull rocked against his as you shook your head with it, and your hair tangled into his short brown tufts.

“Yeah, you can.” His eyes stared into yours, bouncing emerald green off of the pearly white that surrounded your own vibrant irises. 

His hand moved to stroke your clit with the rough pad of his thumb. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered, and Dean’s chest swelled with pride. 

“Yeah?” he asked with an air of confidence and pressed harder over the sensitive nub.

Your walls clamped around him again, just as he’d hoped. “Alpha, please,” you cried.

As much as he loved the idea of you begging him for it, the pressure down below was reaching boiling point, and he knew a couple of thrusts would do it for him. 

He lifted his ass off the cushion, and sunk halfway into you, tipping the sofa by the weight of his shoulders alone. His fingers on your hip gripped tighter, bruising the flesh below, as he steadied himself and in one fluid motion slammed you and him back down into the seat.

The furniture groaned in protest. 

Your moan was more of a high-pitched cry, and when he raised you up and down again and again in a vicious pace, and his thumb continued to press into your overstimulated clit, it turned into the best version of his name he’d ever heard.

“Omega,” he grunted. 

Your pussy was an inferno. That heat, the friction from your panties and your folds rubbing against him, and the vice-like crush from your inner walls on his shaft soon had him seeing white behind the eyes, leaving his other senses to pick up the slack. He felt each drop of blood pump through his body, from his ears to his knot. 

When it popped and thick, creamy waves of his release flooded your insides, dousing the flames, he swooped in for a searing kiss. 

Your lips were tart and sweet. If he didn’t know better, he’d say you’d been sipping that wine already or chowing down on strawberries, but he’d sat across from you at every meal that day and watched you like a hawk at Walmart so he knew exactly what you’d done and eaten. “Tell me that’s your heat coming on,” he said when he slumped backwards to look at you. 

“Likewise.” Your fingers twisted through his hair. “You feel warm, Alpha.” 

Dean’s boyish chuckle was breathy. “Sweetheart. It’s a house fire down there and that ain’t on me. I already tried putting it out.” 

You didn’t let him down. Your snort was adorable, and he gave you his best cheesy grin in return. 

His inner alpha was not so light-hearted, however, and even after it had gotten its fix and his knot was still very much stuck inside of you, it continued to grumble in the far reaches of his mind, wanting more.

The chant that he should claim you was growing old. He fucking knew that, but while your heat was close, it just hadn’t set in yet, and chomping down on your mating gland now was gonna hurt you unnecessarily. No. Dean would wait, focusing on what you needed in the moment, like any good mate would.

His hands moved to your thighs, grazing his fingers over your sweat lined skin. It was heated, and you shivered at the new sensation, but he wasn’t surrounded by copious amounts of slick and you seemed to have no discomfort. That was part of it, right?

“How’re you feeling?” he said again, and your whole body tensed. Even your inner walls, that had relaxed some, squeezed him tight once more.

“You really wanna know all the nitty-gritty details?” Your eyes narrowed on him. Your frown only deepened the intense gaze you were pulling, and Dean swallowed.

“You’re my mate.” He flashed a grin. “Claim and paperwork pending.” And when you shook your head and sunk into his chest, his lips brushed over your hair, moving his arms to wrap around you and pull you in tighter. “Tell me.”

“Fevers coming,” you mumbled. “Probably smell different?”

He sniffed the air. The usual cinnamon, a touch of vanilla, plus the apple and whisky, sex, and something he couldn’t quite put his finger on infiltrated his nostrils. Your scent was still as intoxicating to him as it had been the very first day you met. “You smell good,” he said, realising how terrible that sounded only after it had spewed from his mouth.

“I should hope so.” You swatted at him, and he hummed in amusement.

“What else?”

“Back aches. My whole lower half, actually.”

On that, Dean moved his hands and began kneading your heated flesh where he could only guess the worst discomfort was. He may not not have claimed someone, but he’d helped the odd omega through their heat, and he knew a thing or two.

“Here?” he asked, but your purr and a contented sigh answered him, and he smiled with reverie.

You fell asleep on him after that, allowing the impending fever to take over your body. He’d have preferred you to have eaten something or even made a trip to the bathroom, but he reminded his inner alpha that you both knew what you were doing.

Not that it was listening.

As he dead locked the back door and drew the last of the salt lines at the base of the wooden frame, it whined, and had Dean looking down.

“You scratched the circle.”

Yes, he was standing on the devil’s trap he’d drawn earlier, but there was not a scratch in sight.

“It’s fine,” he said, not bothering with internal thoughts, though his ears did prick for any hint he’d disturbed you in your sleep. He turned himself around to peer at your form on the other side of the room, but you were still on the couch where he’d left you.

Even from here in the kitchen, he could see the sheen of sweat on your forehead and your cheeks, now a different hue. Your oncoming heat had indeed brought on a fever and he knew when you awoke it would be game time.

The groceries had been brought in, beers sat in the fridge, and he’d even moved the mattress from the master bedroom and set it down before the roaring fire he’d started in the fireplace.

His body and mind were prepped, too. He just wished things would hurry along because you and the flames weren’t the only things heating up the room.

The tip of his cock was a painful red. It was swollen and oozing pre-cum, and though he’d emptied himself into you a couple of hours earlier, as he opened the fridge door and leant down to retrieve a beer, a few drops left his slit and dribbled down his shaft to pool at the dip above his knot.

Fuck. He was overflowing now.

He’d almost come twice in his pants from your scent alone, and after the second occurrence, he ditched them, choosing to wear just his boxers and undershirt.

He reached down and wiped his hand over the soiled underwear, hissing from pleasure and pain as his palm swiped over the sensitive head. But when more leaked from his slit, he gave up and removed them instead, leaving them on the floor to clean up later with the spill.

He grabbed his drink and shut the door, turning back around to find you sitting up, staring at him, and time stopped.

You were awake…

And he was…

“Omega.”

The switch somewhere deep inside of him flicked, and he found himself falling into a familiar place in the backseat of his mind.

Dean was no longer in control of his body, but he still saw, heard and felt everything. His heartbeat, his feet padding across the floor, and the irises in your eyes as he drew closer, sparkling from the flicker of light in the fireplace.

And when your voice said, “Alpha”, just as his had been replaced by the low rumble he knew as well as the back of his hand, yours had changed to a softer, more melodic version of the one he recognised as yours.

You were on him the second he stepped up to you. Your fingers wrapped around his agitated cock, and Dean’s growl reverberated low in his chest as the sweet flavour of apple flooded his senses. “Omega. Mine,” his alpha rasped.

He could practically taste you on his tongue. He could certainly feel your heated skin on him as you worked his length, but the massaging did little to douse the flames in his pulsing sack, and his slit continued to weep.

“Alpha,” you purred, as his seed created a trail down onto your hands. 

‘Fuck.’

Dean licked his lips and grabbed at your dress, yanking at the fabric to get you free. He wanted to see you. To feast his eyes on your breasts and, more importantly, bury himself in your dripping cunt again and again. 

His hands pawed at your neckline, growing flustered when it didn’t budge, and red marks from the edging cutting into your skin from his tugs appeared.

“Let me.” You touched his cheek, nodding your head with assurance when his alpha glowered with his pride. 

The thought of needing assistance and less friction on his hardened flesh had his temper rising. “Fine,” he spat. “But hurry up.”

Your breasts pushed towards him as you reached behind yourself to undo the zip. Each click of the metal prongs being pulled apart met his ears, but it was far too slow for his alpha’s liking and soon Dean was pawing at the garment again. 

Once it was loose enough, he plucked it from your body and threw it along with your bra and panties over his head, corralling you where he saw fit.

He planted your chin, chest and calves into the mattress. He forced your rear into the air, presenting your glistening folds, much to his delight. The copious amounts of fluid Dean had imagined earlier engulfed your entrance and laced the inner creases of your thighs.

His nose honed into your centre, breathing in the tangy slick as he ran his lips through yours. The pad of his thumb found your clit, and it flicked against the small bud, eliciting moans, whimpers, and gasps, all stroking his ego. All urging him to continue.

When you shuddered, his mouth curved at the sides. His alpha taking everything it wanted from you, pulling more and more of your release from deep within your body. His dick throbbed at the sight.

If you were making a mess, he’d created an oil spill. Pre-cum continued to leak from his tip, and soon even he was begging the beast in control to do something about it. 

‘Claim her. Make her ours.’

He’d agonised over claiming you since you’d met and now that the opportunity presented itself, he didn’t wanna draw it out any longer. He needed you in more ways than one, and the alpha obliged. 

With a feral smirk, his fingers ran back over your folds, earning another whimper from your lungs and another wave of slick to surge from your body. The same hand came up and took hold of himself, pumping once, twice, three times, before lining up and ramming into you. 

Your hips buckled at the intrusion. Yet when he pulled out again so that only his head sat warm and snug inside, you inched back onto him, demanding his attention.

“There’s my beautiful omega.” He chuckled, as you continued to drag your pussy over him. “So perfect, and still hungry for more.” His fingers dug into your hips and he pushed into you again, giving you what you both wanted. “You need your alpha to knot you, baby girl?”

Your response was to moan, and the sound urged him on. “Yeah, you do,” he grunted. His thrusts, hard and fast. “You need your alpha to put out the fire.” 

Every piece of him enjoyed the view of you taking him in, from the tip to his swelling knot. Your walls kept squeezing and pulling him in deeper. “So fucking good ‘mega. Gonna fill you up and make you mine.”

He relaxed his grip on you and crawled up your spine, pushing your body down further into the mattress, and himself further into you. “Say it. Tell me you wanna be mine.” 

“I wanna be yours,” you said between pants, and Dean groaned against the edge of your hairline. He was so close to your mating gland, he could taste the sweet blood below the surface. 

He pulled your hair to the side and traced his tongue over the delicate skin of your neck, licking and sucking a path to his goal. He inhaled your scent when he found the pulse point and rubbed whiskey and leather and a hint of buttery pastry onto you before his teeth moved to scrape over the sensitive flesh. His body froze above you.

The canines broke the thin barrier first, and when his incisors sunk into you next, the metallic warmth of your lifeblood rushed into his mouth and trickled down his throat. 

As he swallowed, and continued to press his bite into you, a wave of electricity spread over him. Every nerve, every hair, every drop of sweat tingled and while his arms and legs grew heavy, his head lightened and memories long forgotten climbed to the surface and flashed before his eyes.

Amongst them, Bobby’s death, and his time in hell before it. The agony of losing Sammy to the cage when Dean knew what awaited him. The mark taking over his life and losing people because of it. Their screams. Their cries. The hatred as his own weapon carved into them. The Steins, Abbadon, Randy.

But then the voice of a female overtook them. One so familiar, yet one he couldn’t quite place. Her pleas cut him deep, churning his insides as if each organ were drowning in a sea of acid.

“No, no. Please don’t.”

“I swear, I’ve never seen him before.”

“He just helped me, that’s all.”

“Baby, please.”

The more he heard her words, the more his face cut into Dean’s memories, and “Ritchie, stop! Please!” stood out amongst all else.

That’s when he realised who the cries belonged to. The tears, the pain, the dread. They weren’t his, they were…

…yours.

Brilliant green eyes stared back at you as your alpha licked at the wound on your mating gland. He’d started thrusting again, and while the pressure deep in your gut begged for his knot and his essence, your mind was more focused on those eyes.

Their sparkle that you’d come to know was lost, faded, and full of pain. He was being tortured. Fire and chains reflected in them and on his freckled skin, marred by blood and scars so fresh, you couldn’t place them from what was before you now.

Dean was hurt. He was—

“Sammy!” he yelled.

“The mark isn’t gonna kill me,” he spat.

But when you tried to call out to him and soothe the ache you felt, he couldn’t hear you because your inner omega was in the driver’s seat. And while she cared for you as much as you did for her, for Dean, she was more concerned with the alpha’s thrusts. With mewling. With encouraging him. With drawing his knot in.

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And there we are ���️

I've been agonisingly waiting for this one, and I do hope you were surprised. I’m rather proud of the POV switch up. We will still get in Dean’s head, but we’ll also be in hers which is perfect for what’s about to come.

Remember how I keep mentioning not to get too comfortable, well, here we are. Do you think they'll pull through all this new information?

The next chapter will potentially be triggering for some readers. Mentions of pregnancy loss is included amongst what we've already seen and explored, but things are going to come out in more details including how extensive Dick’s abuse was.

Chapter 8: Disconcerting 11/04

You.

You weren’t supposed to be a part of that chapter in his life. He’d planned to keep you at a distance from all of it. He…

He.

He looked up so that he wouldn’t see your face through the kaleidoscope of colours that his wet eyes brought with them. “I—” All he could do was squeeze you tighter.

“Dean. It’s okay.”

He still didn’t have the words to continue his apology. Nothing could ever make up for what you’d seen, and his voice caught in the lump that had manifested in his throat. By the time it did reach the surface, it sounded more like that of a small child, then that of a grown man.

“No, it’s not.”

“It is.”

“S’not. This is what I was trying to keep ya from.” 

He was dangerous. He was a grunt. He was mud on the sole of his boot, and you? He’d brought you into this shitty life of his. “It’s bad enough you had to go through what Dick did to you. But he did it ‘cause of me. I’m poison, and if you hadn’t met me, you—”

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Scream Queen - Eddie Munson

Authors Note: Part 9 of my halloween event! ENJOYYYYYY!

Warnings: bullying, pig blood, inaccurate carrie bro

Word Count: 3272

Requests: OPEN

~2024 Halloween Event Masterlist

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ENJOY!

It was always funny how something can be so wrong than the way you thought it, how you could expect one thing and end up with something entirely different. Though in your defense you didn’t have a real view on the world besides what your Momma had told you throughout the years. Any ideas you had were…. terrifying . 

Eddie Munson for one. 

It was never meant to be a problem, you had spent the first years of your education at home with your Momma as a teacher until that man Benny from the diner reported her though you never understood what the issue was. You knew everything you needed to know, you knew what was a sin and what was the proper way to go. But then you were thrown into Hawkins High Freshman year and that began causing issues with Momma. She grew more and more upset with every passing day. 

“They are gonna ruin you.” She would sob, pressing her handmade cross into your back as you tried to stay silent.  “You’re never gonna get it. He will never accept you into his realm if you do this. You understand me?!”

So you did your best, because you wanted to be accepted into gods kingdom. 

You fasted, you didn’t talk to anyone else, you prayed in between classes and hid your skin from viewing. You did your best. 

But that was when Munson became an issue. 

It had been after school and you had known better than to dally, you should have gone straight home and started your prayers. But you had been upset about something that had happened during gym, feeling silly and embarrassed from what some of the other girls had said and it left you reeling. So you planted yourself on one of the benches outside the school and tried to calm yourself down. 

Like the devil himself stalking after his prey he had shown up, sliding onto the bench beside you easily, smiling like he had no worries at all as you tried not to inhale the scent he was wearing. 

“What’s on your mind?” He hummed, leaning his head to the side like a cat. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Do I know you?” You ask even though you knew too much about him already. Eddie, full name Edward. He sold ungodly things by the picnic spot during lunch and often fought Jason Carver. 

“Sorry I should introduced myself. Eddie Munson. Pleasure to meet you.” He smiled like it was nothing and held out his hand for you to shake, only for you to ignore it. Turning your head to the side like you weren’t at all interested in the many rings he adorned. “Right. Back to my main question, what’s got the pretty girl looking so glum?”

“Nothing.” You snap out, throat tightening at his words. 

“I thought god hated liars…”

“And what would you know about god?” You snap back, finally turning to look at him just in time to see his eyes widen a little with shock before his mouth spreads into a bigger smile. 

“I know a lot of thi-” Before he could finish his sentence a loud scream rung out through the air and both of your heads swiveled in the direction so quickly you were sure you felt a pop as you saw your mother rushing to you. 

Cutting your hair was a sin, and you had always been terrified to do so but you often brushed your hair when your mother wasn’t looking since you didn’t want her to think you were being too vain. The image of your mother and her wildly long and tangled hair was terrifying, or maybe it was the pure malice in her eyes as she surged forward. 

“AWAY FROM THE SATAN WORSHIPER! RIGHT THIS INSTANT!” She wailed, coming to grab your elbow and pull you up harshly. 

“Hey hey hey.” The long haired boy jumped up, rushing to grab the wrist that was holding onto your arm. “You can’t do that to her!” 

Your mother had no care for his attempt to free your arm as she began reciting an expel evil prayer in latin, shoving him away and dragging you forward. 

“Hey, you good?” He tries to ask again, but she pulls you away before you can say anything. And before you could realize she had shoved you in her car and you were pulled away from the school. 

She hadn’t let you back at school for a week. And when you were finally allowed back you’re back was sore with the amount of times she had burnt you with her cross. You couldn’t move really, and when you managed to it was just pain. 

But this was what you deserved, you knew you should have gone home as soon as school let out. 

You were surprised to find the long haired devil worshiper at your locker towards the end of the day, when you had a free period, and you tried wracking your brain with what he could say. Would he make fun of you for what he saw like anyone else would? Would he laugh? Would he grow horns and hiss?

Instead he doesn’t say anything when you walk up, instead he reaches out his hand slowly enough that you can take a second to look at the rings he wore before his palm opened up to reveal a red wrapper that read ‘Kit-Kat’. “Chocolate?”

“I can’t have that.” You shake your head, taking a step back as your mouth waters at the sight. You had nothing but crackers for the past week as a part of your penance, which was right considering you had broken your mothers rules. 

“Sure you can.”

“God doesn’t believe in gluttony.”

“Did he tell you that himself?” He whispers, leaning forward a bit with a fake look of astonishment like he was talking to his very own prophet. 

“You’re mocking me.”

“I’m not. I also know god says that denying a gift from someone looking to extend to a savior is a form of shutting out a chance to save them.” He moves closer, that kit-kat bar still in between you both. “Come on, save me.”

“Are you saying the candy bar is your way of looking for-”

“Sshh. Just take the candy pretty girl.” He huffs and you can’t help but bite your lip as you snatch it from him. You planned to throw it away the second he turned around but he seemed to be ahead of you as he pulled another bar out and ripped the package open, giving you a look to tell you he’s waiting. 

So you rip open your own package and you’re ashamed to admit the first thing you thought of was that it matched his eyes. That thought was quickly taken over the second you tried the chocolate, dissolving into the taste of it as it melted on your tongue. 

You got so lost in the flavor that you hadn’t realized that you shut your eyes, so when you opened them you realized he had a large smile on his face. “Good?”

“I have to go.” And you walk away before he can say anything else. 

But he doesn’t give up, instead seeing Eddie Munson became a regular occurrence. Every day he would be at your locker, talking to you and coming up with reason after reason to be there.  He brought chips, and he brought sandwiches and chocolate. At some point you gave up the futile attempt to deny it all and began talking to him more and more. He showed you books, he showed you music and the world began expanding. 

Over time he became the devil worshiper your mother had warned you about, into your friend. 

But then came the conversation of prom….. or …. The fight of prom. 

For the past two years you had told your mother you were attending after school programs you needed to graduate and she had believed it. You felt wrong for lying to your mother, and you were sure you would be going to hell. But for the past two years you were really spending the afternoons in Eddie Munsons trailer. 

The day you fought you had been curled up on his bed, reading one of the novels he had demanded you read as he pretended to catch up on homework when in all reality he was watching you read. 

“I can feel your eyes.” You whisper, looking up from the book where he doesn’t even pretend that wasn’t.

“I’m waiting for your reactions. You have the best reactions to the books.”

“You’re such a loser.” You smile, watching him stand up and hop onto the bed making it bounce before he crawled up to lay by you and see what page you were on. You read silently for another 5 minutes as he reads the pages over your shoulder before he sighs out in a manner you knew all too well. 

“You have a question for me.”

“No.”

“Then you wouldn’t be sighing in my ear.”

“People say they saw Jason Carver talking to you at lunch today.”

“Where’s the question in that?”

“Was….he?” 

“Yes-”

“Did he say something mean to you? I swear to god I will kill him if he -”

“He said that Chrissy wasn’t feeling good, that she would be missing prom. He wanted to know if I’d go with him.” 

“I’m sorry…. what ?”

“He asked if I would go with him. He said his parents talked to my mom about going and he thought it would help my chances of being able to go if she knew I was going with someone from the church.” You explain, turning to look at him only for him to stand up from the bed quickly and glare at you. 

“Tell me you said no.”

“What?”

“Tell me you said no!” He shouts, hands flying up like he was begging you. “Tell me you are not that stupid!”

Your mouth had flown open during his outburst, but the second the word stupid flies from his mouth it snaps shut as you blink back the immediate tears. “I’m sorry?”

“It’s a prank. You realize that right?”

“Says who?”

“Says anyone with common sense!” He snaps, shaking his head. “You really think Jason Carver is going to go to prom with the Jesus freak? The people who used to laugh at you everytime you walked down the hall? The people who still tease you behind your back?”

“He was trying to be nice!” 

“You’re being so stupid! You’re being an idiot!” 

“Is it really that hard to believe that he would be nice to me? You just think I’m the laughing stock of the school because of my beliefs right? That’s it?”

“Right, your beliefs.” He scoffs. “Nothing but a whacked out cult.” 

“Don’t ever speak to me again.” You seethe, shoving the book you had been reading away and grabbing your shoes.

“No. YOU don’t ever speak to me again.” He snaps back, kicking the book away as he stormed out of his room with you hot on his heels, swinging to the door and pulling it open. “You want to be stupid and fall for this spectacle then be my guest.”

“You want to die alone with no friends then that’s on you!”

“Right, at least i’m not some high school sellout that’s going lose her virginity in the back of a buick. Tell me, do you think your god would approve of that?”

“Don’t ever talk to me again.” You snap once more, walking out his front door only for him to slam the door shut so harshly it shook on it’s hinges. 

You couldn’t stop crying the entire walk home. 

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Nervous wasn’t the right word to describe how you were feeling the night of prom. 

Jason Carver had been right, he had convinced your mother that he was godly enough to go to prom with and she would allow it. She had even made you a dress for the evening out of silk fabric. 

Over the past few months with Eddie you had gained some weight that he always said was healthy, and though she made comments about it you couldn’t stop the bubble of excitement in your chest at the image of yourself in the mirror. You had filled out the dress nicely, with hips that flared and round cheeks that held your blush. 

Your hair was soft, thoroughly brushed. She had made you a sheer slip to cover your shoulders and you had just finished putting the look together when Jason arrived to pick you up. You tried not to think about Eddie the entire ride there, and you tried to pretend you were calm as you walked into the gym with him. 

His friends were being nice, they all talked to you with wide smiles. Though they hadn’t spoken to you much before you got a little excited at the fact that they were speaking to you now. 

Jason didn’t want to dance much so you sat alongside him at the table, feet tapping to the beat as you imagined what Eddie would have done if he were here. He would have dragged you to the dance floor, made some off beat dance before making a plate of food and joked about spiking the punch. 

But he hated these dances, he had never once attended a dance throughout highschool. He claimed that it was all full with sellouts and nothing but a waste of time. 

And yet you still wished he was here. 

“Ladies and gentleman…. I’m sorry to interrupt but it is time to announce your prom king and queen.” The principal calls through the mic and Jason practically jumps out of the seat, pulling you with him. He kept a grip on your hand the entire time as you both made your way through the crowd to listen in. “After reading the votes we are glad to announce that your Prom King is….. JASON CARVER!”

The crowd around you screams in excitement as he cries out and runs up the stage, and you feel lost for a second, ready to leave before someone stops you. 

“And your prom queen made for your prom king is…. “ And the world seems to stop as he calls your name, and once you expect people to sit in silence or boo you’re shocked to see people turn to you in excitement as they cheer. They usher you to the stage and your heart beats through your chest so fast you are sure you might be sick. 

The  lights are hot on your skin as they hand you flowers, and tears begin falling down your cheeks as they place the crown on your head. 

Eddie was wrong. 

You think the words as the girl kisses your cheek before making sure the crown is straight. 

Eddie was worried about nothing. 

The principal squeezes your shoulder before stepping back as he announces that you would stand next to Jason for a photo. 

Eddie is going to be proud. 

You realize that Jason was standing a little too far from you, but as you move to take a step to him your vision is blocked suddenly as a gooey liquid covers your entire body. 

“PIG!” Is the only word you hear, shouted by a large group as your hands fly up in a panic to clear your eyes as you take a deep inhale. The flowers fall to the ground and when you move to dash off you end up tripping over them, your knees hitting the stage floor with a harsh thud, pain shooting through your leg. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Someone asks as you dash through the crowd sobbing, tripping over the heels once you reach the hall. You rip them off, leaving them behind as you flee. 

You don’t make it far, for at the main entrance stood none other than Eddie Munson wearing a suit with a small bouquet in his hands, staring at you like the world was ending. 

“No.” He whispers, taking a single step forward before it all breaks and you launch yourself at him. Within an instant he has his arms around you, lifting you with ease and spinning you a bit. 

He holds you for a minute before setting you down as you cry,  grabbing your arm softly to lead you to the van and make an escape. No words are spoken as he drives, and no words are spoken as he helps you inside the house. You walk silently in an attempt not to bother his uncle, only for him to shake his head and point to the empty spot where his uncle's car usually is before leading you to the bathroom. 

He leads you to sit on the toilet before leaning to start the water, feeling it with his hand to wait for it to heat up to the right temp while you stared without blinking. Your eyes had tears in them but if you didn’t blink then they wouldn’t keep falling. 

“It was a prank.” You croak out, your chest tightening as you can’t fight off the tears anymore. He is quick to slide over and grab your hands softly to pull your attention. 

“It was an overdone and cliche prank. Honestly if you ask me they just did you a huge favor.” He scoffs, rubbing at some of the red that was on your hand from when you wiped the red off. “I mean, getting carrie’d? Biggest compliment EVER?”

“Carrie’d?” 

“Carrie’d. Stephen King style.” He nods, tapping your chin gently before helping you stand. “Let’s get this off of you.”

“It was homemade.” You explain when his fingers trace down your sides to get to the bottom and lift it over your head. 

“You looked great. Very-”

“Piggish?”

“Perfect.” He responds before slipping it off and leading you to the shower. He gives you a minute to sink into the warmth of the water before he returns in just his boxers, reaching in to help run your hair under the water and get the stains out. The water at the drain was nothing but red as he washed, humming a bit to cheer you up. 

After 5 washes your hair still has some paint stuck in it but you are feeling a little better, so when he pulls you out of the shower and helps you climb into one of his shirts and boxers you’ve stopped crying. Or maybe you just ran out of tears. 

Nonetheless he leads you to his room and you both land on the bed, laying on your sides to stare at each other, he lets you run the pads of your fingers across his face and hair. 

“You came to prom…”

“It doesn’t count. Not in the slightest.” He huffs, rolling his eyes. “I just had to make sure my girl didn’t end up in the back of a buick.”

“That’s for sellouts.”

“Now you’ve got it.”

- 

“Too cliche?” You ask, coming into the apartment kitchen where Eddie sat on the counter stuffing a sandwich into his face. The second his eyes land on you in the costume he smiles from ear to ear and lets out a firm ‘HELL YEAH!’

“Eddie-”

“Right. Right. No hell.” He nods, hopping off the counter to come closer to you and feeling at the makeup made to look like blood. “Carrie’d. This time in style.”

“Freddie Krueger. This time not a pervert.” You smile back, fixing his hat. 

“Ready for your first halloween?”

“You know it.”

-

[Thank you for the gif @drogonstone ]

[lynn-tged-posting]

TGED WEBTOON EP 182 SPOILERS AND THOUGHTS AND OH MY GOD TGED IS ON HIATUS IT WONT BE BACK FOR LIKE. SO MANY WEEKS WHAT. WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT. and more below the cut

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at the end of the ep it's revealed that THIS EP WAS THE LAST OF THE SEASON and that they're going on hiatus and the FINAL SEASON (FINAL???) will be returning may 30th (may 29th for those of us in the west),,,, THAT IS SO MANY WEEKS AWAY. 12 WEEKS AWAY I CANT TAKE IT. here's a part of the spread that . was promoing kinda. IM SO.

AAAHHHH WHAT AM I GONNA DO FOR THE NEXT- okay well i know what im gonna do. tged thursdays arent going away

ill say at the top while im here lol im gonna be reading the novel up to the point where the manhwa is at until the manhwa comes back!! so my liveblogs will continue as normal hehe - that'll start next thursday, and i will be reading to ch 364 over the course of,,, 12 weeks,,,,,,,, thats still so crazy long to me,,, THREE MONTHS,,,,

frontera vs hell,,, frontera you better win or i will bawl and cry and sob and weep . IM SO HYPED THO,,, AAHHH!!

ok now to the thoughts on the ending spoiler ,,, hehe

the moment i got to this panel . i knew. famous last words lloyd. the even more fucked up part was that i was feeling the same way. like i knew that he would be in for a ride, but i was like "we've seen a good number of ending spoilers now,,, i am prepared for what we will face" especially since ending spoiler 3 was so ominous . BOY WAS I WRONG

THE IMMEDIATE CUT INTO THE DESTRUCTION OF THE ESTATE IS INSANE. right into it oh GOD AND LLOYDS EXPRESSIONS genuinely i loved all the expressions in this ep they were very good ,,,

and like the hell monsters too. actually fucking terrifying they look so otherworldly. THIS SHIT IS TERRIFYING,,, THEY LOOK HUGE

i really really love the creature designs in the manhwa, as sparse as they are,,, they aren't terribly complex but they fit well,,,, and the designs of these guys here are . SCARY SCARY SCARY its like a fucking apocalypse. jesus. the design of these monsters made me think oh god theyre hell creatures esp w the focus on helkaros recently and i ended up being right on that these r all creatures from hell . SCARY

ALSO JAVIER GETTING FUCKING BLASTED DOWN INTO THE GROUND FROM THE SKY HOLY SHIT NOOOOO JAVIER!!! GET UP GET UP!!!! AHHHHH

i like that lloyd reacted so viscerally to seeing javier getting hurt like that. he knows that these are visions he knows that these things havent happened and yet he yells his name and races to him anyway,,,,,,

AND THERE HE IS HELKAROS. honestly i didn't expect a full frontal assault like this, i figured helkaros would have tried to find a more efficient / hands free method,,, it could be that this attack takes place shortly after worthroad's attempt on the queen's life/sanity, but they managed to stop worthroad so helkaros decided "fuck it we ball" and went full firepower,,, the only reason i can see helkaros showing up personally like this is if lloyd Continues stopping helkaros' attempts to take lloyd, so i personally feel like we still have a lot of time before this happens (not a terrible amount tho,,, lloyd and javier still look to be the same age)

helkaros only having a SINGLE scratch on him is. a terrifying implication. NONE of javiers other attacks worked,,, only one, and it was probably the one with the demon king's blessing considering the color of the would is similar to the demon king power color. javier at his strongest and he can only land a single strike,,, TERRIFYINGGGG

and heres javier,,, christ,,, the most battered and bruised ive ever seen him tbh,,, HE LOST HIS HAIR SPROUT IN THE WARRR NOOO

javiers words indicate that helkaros did indeed come for lloyd,,, but that does make me wonder why the full frontal assault is necessary (especially since we see lloyd unscathed later). i think,,, helkaros is doing this to try and prove a point or something. and i think part of taking lloyd away is destroying what he holds dear so that he has nothing left,,, so that he gives up. ghhh,,,,

AND LLOYD'S REACTION TO THAT,,, AND TO HELKAROS ATTACKING JAVIER,,, AND HIM FINALLY REALIZING WHO THAT -1 IS REFERRING TO OH MY GODDD. HE LOOKS TERRIFIED. HE LOOKS FUCKING TERRIFIED

i figured that the -1 would refer to javier (it has to refer to someone who isn't supposed to die, and as far as we know, tkobai javier is destined to be left last alive and alone as he loses all his loved ones and drifts off) but seeing the realization/confirmation that it Has to be javier that is the -1 is haunting,,, god he looks so fucking scared, and worried,,,,

the worry still sitting on his face too as the future version of himself rushes in, ohhh lloyd,,,

here's the other part of why i think helkaros is specifically trying to force lloyd to give up ,,, bc helkaros succeeds. WAAAAHHHH TEARS CRYING SOBBING SNIFFLING

kim suho,,, the most tenacious, hardworking, dedicated man we have ever seen,,, the person who always finds a way, the person who has saved everyone on this estate,,, IS GIVING UP. THAT'S. INSANE. HE'S SURRENDERING???

"please forgive me" WHAT IS THERE TO FORGIVE? what has lloyd done? what does helkaros want from lloyd? we know the surface motivation of "oh, i want lloyd to work for me" but is there something more? okay, we know helkaros wants lloyd to Fully Give Up. he wants him to lose everything all over again. but is that all? why is lloyd giving up and begging for forgiveness?? pleading, begging, crying for mercy,,, oh my god. this is HAUNTING THIS IS HAUNTING. especially since he appears uninjured. i think helkaros put lloyd in a situation similar to the epic musical's Ruthlessness, where poseidon forces odysseus to watch almost his entire fleet fall. what conversation do they have,,, what lead to this? oh GODDD

EDIT - SOME ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS THAT I FORGOT TO ADD ABOUT HIM CRYING/SURRENDERING!! a mutual of mine, when we had read the episode, was wondering if he was truly crying or if he was fake crying, and that got me thinking, so i'll paste what i said here:

and the text in these msgs here, for readability:

the thing about the crying in front of the mermaid queen and raphael vs the crying in front of helkaros is the level of depth and severity; for the mermaid queen and raphael, there were only tears and words, and he never outright BOWED (for mermaid queen he was already "bowing" but jsut out of formality). nor did he plead to the extent that he did with helkaros, as when he asked raphael to stop he didnt offer surrender nor did he say he was in the wrong for opposing raphael. the thing about THIS cryin scene with helkaros is that he is begging, on his knees, bowing DEEPLY, apologizing, saying he'll give up he's done just please don't hurt the people i love,,,, we've never seen him do that before. we've seen him cry, we've never seen him surrender.

not once, not ONCE has suho ever given something up. when he wants to accomplish something, he goes for it with whatever means necessary. but now we see him at his wits end, pleading and begging. the most hardworking, relentless, tenacious man we know just gave up. THAT'S TERRIFYING

LIKE. KIM SUHO? GIVING UP? AT THAT POINT IT'S LIKE TRULY JOEVER.

ok end edit sorry HAHA i forgot to yap about this

AND THEN JAVIER REACHING FOR LLOYD STOP STOP STOPPPP AAAHHHH AAAHH I CANT TAKE THIS

even when he's this fucking beaten up he's reaching out to lloyd im so. WHAT THE HELL!!! WHAT THE HELL. i saw this and fucking gasped oh my god. AND IDK ABT U GUYS BUT I FEEL LIKE ITS SIMILAR TO THIS PANEL OF LLOYD AFTER THE JEWEL OF TRUTH LIKE

ARE YOU KIDDING ME. ARE YOU KIDDING ME the hand reaching out the claustrophobically close shot IM DONE FOR YOUVE KILLED ME

and then helkaros,,, kills lloyd,,,,,,,, i think this is bc helkaros wants to directly be there to grab lloyd's soul (aka suho). god this spread shot is so. OMINOUS AND SCARY the glow of the glasses and in the distance his HEAD IM SO??? WHAT THE SHIT

it was pointed out too by one of my mutuals (saakokw on twitter) that lloyd's death is the exact same as lupellans, way back at the beginning; they both got beheaded,,, WHAT THE FUCK!!! INSANE INSANE INSANE CALLBACK jesus christ jesus christ

AND THE STORY RESETS? IT. AAHHH??? though i suppose it makes sense that, if we treat the story/lorasia as a program, it constantly running into bugs prevents the story from finishing,,, but fixing the bug means okay yay let's recompile and start from the top,,, something like that. idk,,,

but even though it resets suho doesn't get to "reset" with it . that's so fucked up. this panel and the closeup on his soul (RIPPED IN HALF???) is so fucking haunting holy fucking shit.

this, genuinely, is probably suho's worst fucking nightmare. losing everything, AGAIN, and forced to work without a single shred of hope in sight, AGAIN. THIS IS NIGHTMARISH

my mind is stuck too on how he's just. in HALF. like okay we've seen full souls before (the og lloyd frontera) and while he didn't have legs either it wasn't like,,, this,,, it was just wispy and like, it was more at his waist than at the middle of the torso. however,, suho is genuinely just fucking torn at the middle there. oh my god.

my other mutual Sprout (javierscowlick on twitter) pointed out that this probably implies he tried to escape, and wasn't successful,,, ofc he would try to escape this is his personal hell for him,,,

that's his SOUL too, keep that in mind. his literal EXISTENCE is ripped in half. is he even conscious? does he remember anything? what did he lose from this? this is actually fucking terrifying . this isn't just losing parts of ur body, but probably parts of ur fucking MIND oh my god. brutal,,, so fucking brutal. HELKAROS EAT SHIT AND EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

something i am very happy to see (in the midst of all these scary terrifying implications) is that lloyd's first response after reaching the end of the vision,,, is anger. visceral anger.

the reason im happy to see this reaction is bc it's not the reaction of someone who has truly given up on everything. he's angry and dissatisfied and upset about what he's seen,,, he's not even close to giving up! he's rightfully mad,,, helkaros has no right to take the things he's worked so hard to protect, to take the people he's come to love,,, he worked so hard for this he's not gonna lose it all again to an entitled hell god. GET HIS ASS!!!

this does make me wonder how they're gonna go about it,,, it has been mentioned that the other great powers of lorasia include the dragon king and the archangels,,, and he already has verkis on his side! technically. kinda,,, maybe that's the angle they need to go for? or maybe they need to find a way to appease / stop helkaros before he gets impatient enough to commit to a frontal attack,,, it's hard to say. there's not a lot of hints,,,

ok well actually there's a couple little things i wanna point out,,, the panel i put at the top of this liveblog is actually part of a really long spread that shows many of the character's we've met so far (plus javier and alicia) fighting against hell's monsters! it looks really cool (i really recommend looking at the full thing its pretty sick)

the monsters themselves look incredibly scary, almost alienlike or xenomorphic. it's completely opposed to the style of monster that would fit in the medieval fantasy europe type setting that lorasia is established to be,,, i think that works well with setting them apart from what they've faced before (like these are HELL monsters).

and at the top of the spread, we actually see something really big, and probably really significant: an eclipse!

it could be that the eclipse is their deadline, or something like that. or maybe the eclipse is caused by whatever helkaros is doing,,, either way the emphasis on this is really important i think, a chekhov's gun imo - the adapter and artist likely wouldn't have put it there if it wasn't important. im so curious as to the significance of it,,,

,,, but we wont know til may 29th. AAAAAAAAAHHHHH AAAAAAA

what a cliffhanger right. insane . THIS IS THE FINAL SEASON TOO THATS CRAZY,,, we really are in the endgame now guys. HOLY SHIT.

i was told too that this ending spoiler was done completely differently from the novel,,, makes me excited to read the novel,,, and also i am curious as to whether they will change even more beyond this point. either way,,, exciting,,,

i think that's all,,, it's been a really fun journey reading tged and i am super happy i decided to write my thoughts out on it as i read! i've never done liveblogs like this before but i am having a great time!!! and i hope everyone who has read them had fun too hehe

i will see u guys next week (or maybe this weekend, depends on how my work goes) with a post abt my thoughts on chs 1-30 of the novel (im starting from the top again since its been a while lol)!!! see y'all then!!!

[roryculkinsgf]

million dollar man // coriolanus snow

Description: Christmast Eve with breadwinner Coriolanus Snow, taking care of his future wife

TW: smut, dom!coryo, housewife!reader, controlling over the reader, praise kink

Word count: 1.5k

(English isn't my first language, and I do not own the characters)

One for the money,

two for the show, 

I love you, honey,

I'm ready to go...

Round Christmas time everything seems  a bit too busy, crowded streets and malls. People on every corner, not single free space to live. The world just turns that way as soon as November comes around. There's no exception for the chaos, not even in Capitol. City created and ruled by the cruel men who swore to be good, failing audibly after their proud hearts wished for power over ordinary human beings. Many rebels wished to tear this fucked up system down, district citizens buried themselves in fear and your boyfriend wasnt making it any better. A boy who once promised to destroy the bad, turned himself right into the dead void. Heart beating, blood pumping, but oh kindness faded by those who dared to doubt. He became a living corpse, only one who bring warmth into his existence was you. Each time you wanted to leave for better, you came running back. Something very wrong seemed like a drug in him, but before you could realize, your addiction became deadly. Merry Christmas, I guess?

"Morning, sweetheart," he splashed a kiss into your cheek. His hands grabbed you by your waist in a dominant manner. He kinda liked to show off his control, except not just kinda and mostly over you. "Morning, Coriolanus." Soft moan spilled into his mouth when he squeezed your little butt. You could hear as he kissed your neck, muffled words of "all mine". Normally you'd probably let him go on and bend you over the kitchen desk, but it was Christmas Eve today, and he simply has to wait. 

"Not now, Coryo..s-stop..." you whimpered at the feeling of him taking the best of you. His hand was moving lower by the slowest pace posssible. His fingers slipped into your underwer, you closed your eyes. One single slick by your soft spot and suddenly he wasn't touching you at all. 

When you opened your eyes, he was holding a cup and sipping the bitter-sweet liquid from it. Nothing about his expression mentioned the fact that you two almost did it. "What are you staring at, m'lady? It's you who told me to stop, remember? And you've got work to do anyway. Get into it, for me." He ordered with a smug grin not long before he walked to his office, ready to let you prepare for this whole day all by yourself. You were the housemaker afterall, not him. And you have to make sure your man is  pleased, it's your job.

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"God Lord, Y/n...I've never eaten such a food in my life. That ham, and the mashed potatoes. Don't even get me started on the casserole, somehow you made me love green beans, princess. You're one hell of a cook, know I'm keeping you forever." There was simply no way to stop his praises. Damn well you knew you deserved them, you worked you ass off. The dishes you prepared were strange to you, yet familiar after each smile he gave you when he took the first bite. Seeing him fulfilled was all you needed.

"Thank you so much, Coryo. I made sure to prepare the best dinner I could manage, and as I see it payed off quite well, didn't it?" A warm smile filled your cheeks. He coudln't resist to reach his hand to your face, fingers delicately stroking your flushed skin. "Are you so red just for me, princess? You're such a pretty little sweet thing." 

Kisses splanded all over your lips, washing you over with passion. His brain got foggy just from the pureness of you, the redness of your skin each second. Because as they passed, he kept pulling you closer and closer, until no forces could ever possibly seperate you. His arms held you, shield from blood and flesh, the good feeling of being protected and elogiezed by a man. You gave in. No one could ever have you as much as he did, you sure know that.

Rough lips bruised your neck, leaving tumescent spots for you to admire tomorrow. Long way along your collarbone, shoulders. You were becoming his each moment, the world belonged to you two and he rulled every way that Earth dared to orbit for you. 

Part of the sky crashed when he rougly pushed you against the kitchen table. Your chin met a set of ceramic bowls fillled with food. Few glasses, wine and regular ones slipped when you pulled at the fancy cloth, what was shiny got poured over with all sorts of things. The great scent of food turned into a gross mess when a pot ringed as it hit the floor. Soup was flooding all over the dining room and you wanted to cry. No, you wanted to grab your shit-ass boyfriend by his shirt and choke him to death for daring to ruin hours of your hard work.

The sound of him rolling his eyes filled the room. "You're gonna clean that later, now be pretty and good for me. You know you can, darling." He massaged your ass under that mini skirt he made you wear. Big manly hand squeezed you until you felt incredibly helpless and small. He enjoyed he could boss you around, do anything to your tired body, play with you however he wanted to. And so he did. 

"Let me get you dolled up." From his pocket he pulled a thin fabric, wasting no time he began twisting it around your thighs, legs, butt even. It was a red ribbon, you didn't even process when he layed it over your wet pussy. 

"W-what's that for?" You couldn't understand. "Just...preparing a gift for myself, so fucking soft and all mine." He dropped right to his knees, as he pushed his face in between your butt cheeks. digging deep in he made a way across your pussy with his tongue. Somehow he was on you, in you. Digging into you, and you could feel heat all over yourself. His nails kept you in your place as he ate you out. Seeming like a starved man, he couldn't just get enough of his future wife. You were even more pressed against the table than before, nothing to muffle your moans against. Whispers echoed throughout the whole room, his pride and ego expanding with each sound.

"C-coryo..." You whimpered audibly. Closing your eyes so hard, shutting them in pleasure thinking they might not even ever open again. You couldn't stop grasping at the cloth, not until his face switched to two long fingers. He stood up and with one arm pinned you against himself, with other he got lost inside of you deep. "Shhh... princess, my pretty girl. You better get that pussy stretched out good, before I fuck you hm? Be good and let me  prepare you for me, mkay?" Despite your body shaking you nodded to his words. You could hear him purr. "That's my girl."

More minutes passed, you felt already fucked out. Brain soggy and legs trembling, all wet from how much he overstimulated you. When he pulled out, he braught his hand to your face. "Taste yourself, love. Go on." With your tongue you licked all the silky substance off. Each lick drawn made his pants tighten even more. His dick was begging to be touched, to be taken care of. 

Even if it embarassed you all too well, his will to be in charge and the bigger one just took over you. "Master, please... I... need you. S-so bad..." you whispered. Hot breath brushed around your neck. "Oh, I know you do, my princess." He unziped his pants. "You're always such a fuck-doll for me, sweetie." His dick slid out is boxers, standing in pride and arousal. "Want your master to fuck you pretty now?" He already teased your clit by fucking into the space between your thighs and pussy. "Mhm.." You whimpered. "Oh, but honey you know I need words. Tell me what you want and consider it done. Hm?" You sighed and breathed out all your self-respect into the heavy air with the  words: "Yes, please fuck me, master. Deep and hard, I can take it all for you."

"Such a good girl," He whispered as his cock slipped right into you. Precum softened the first thrust, but the ones following braught your face to red. He couldn't help but smack at your bare flesh, like fucking you wide opened wasn't enough. Like he needed to feel you all around, in his hands, in his whole power. And fuck it, let's be honest, you liked that. Each firm thrust that just felt like a crack into your body, every hit, every moan that vocalized from his mouth, his thumb massaging your tiny clit. Surrounded by torturing pleasure, you let him make this the most unforgettable Christmas of all your lives.

[aliciax3]

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A Hundred Reasons, And Counting Still.

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Joe Liebgott x Female Reader (18+)

Warnings: Explicit/18+, smut, unprotected sex, angst, fluff

Summary:

After the war, reader (you) tries to deal with life without Joe Liebgott. Until one day, he returns.

Notes:

• Quote annotated with ¹ is taken from "are you okay?" by Winnetka Bowling League

• Quote annotated with ² is taken from "fiimy (fuck it, i miss you)" by Winnetka Bowling League and Demi Lovato

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The war was over. All of Easy Company was back where they belonged; if they still belonged anywhere at all, after what they had seen. You went back to your life, and Joe went back to his. For all intents and purposes, during the war, you two were a couple. You had never made any long-term commitment, but you had fallen head over heels in love with him; and you thought he loved you, too. At least, he said he did...

But when the war ended, he still didn't mention a future together. Being from complete opposite sides of the US, him from San Francisco and you from Boston, you knew that a lot would need to be discussed, but you still wanted to discuss it. Then your last day together came, and he avoided you. He left without saying goodbye. Your heart was completely broken. It was unlike any pain you had ever experienced before; worse than any physical pain you experienced in combat. You thought he'd call, or at least write, and apologize; tell you that it was just too hard to say goodbye, but that he'd come for you. You'd be mad at something so ridiculous, but it would be better than what you got: nothing.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Before you knew it, a whole year had passed. And for a whole year, you had been waking up in the middle of the night screaming. Your parents thought you were having nightmares about the war, but really you were just having nightmares about losing Joe. The pain was still as fresh as the day you went home. So, when your parents suggested therapy for what they thought was an entirely different reason, you took their advice.

"Okay, y/n. What brings you here today?" the therapist asked.

You sighed. "Well, I've been having trouble since being home from the war; been having nightmares. But it's not for the reasons people think."

"Oh? And what do people think the reasons are?"

It seemed like an obvious answer, but she was just doing her job you guessed.

"They think my nightmares are about the things I've seen. And don't get me wrong, they were horrible, and I feel guilty for even saying this, but my own personal heartbreak is overshadowing all of that." You sighed again. "I haven't spoken about him in so long..." You trailed off.

"About who?"

"Joe Liebgott..." Saying his name out loud again, made your heart skip a beat. You stared at the wall, remembering his face, his hands, his touch...

"Tell me about him."

"He was the love of my life." A slow tear ran down your cheek.

"Was he killed in the war?"

The sheer thought of it startled you. "Oh god, no. Thank God that didn't happen. I think I would have died right after, if that had happened. He just, didn't say goodbye. And I haven't heard from him since. I thought he loved me, too, but I guess I was wrong."

"Have you tried reaching out yourself?"

"No, but only because I don't know how. I'm still in touch with many of the Easy boys: Bull, Malarkey, Babe, Luz, Talbert... None of them have heard from Joe, or even know how to reach him."

"Then perhaps, it's not just you he's avoiding."

"I guess..." You hadn't considered that before, but it still didn't make you feel any better. You were supposed to be special to him.

"So, you say that you haven't spoken about him recently, and that your parents don't know what your nightmares are about. Does that mean you don't speak about him with your parents?"

"I mean, why bother? I never wrote home about him; we were a little too busy for much writing, and any free time that I had, I spent with Joe. I always thought that I'd be telling them about him when I said I was moving to San Francisco with him, or when I told them we were getting married. Talking about him now seems pointless."

"And why would it be pointless to talk about someone you love?"

"Because, I mean, it's not like when you meet a guy, or you're falling in love, and you're gushing about him to everyone. How do I gush about someone happily, that doesn't want to be with me? It's more embarrassing, and painful, than anything else."

"Well, have you thought about moving on? Trying to meet someone else?"

You sighed again. "My parents keep suggesting that a childhood friend of mine is interested in me; really missed me when we both went off to different parts of the war."

"Is that someone you would be interested in?"

You hesitated while thinking back on Joe again. "I'm not so sure I'd ever be interested in someone else again, to be honest. Joe was everything I wanted."

"Well, y/n. I can't tell you how to live your life. But as your therapist, I'm going to suggest that you put yourself out there. Maybe start by going for a cup of coffee with this boy your parents talk about. You don't have to end up being involved, or even interested, but try taking that first step towards moving on."

You looked down, and nodded "yes", and knew that she was right, but your heart wanted nothing to do with it.

You decided that you would wait one more month, until your birthday, to see if you still didn't hear from Joe. Your birthday came, and went. And of course your parents invited James, the boy you mentioned to your therapist, to your birthday party. So, you swallowed the lump in your throat and spent most of the night talking to him. Two months and five dates later, you were still unsure of many things; but you did enjoy spending time with him, even if it was just for a distraction, so you decided to just take it one day at a time. You also decided that since you had opened up to Bull in your letters about Liebgott, that you'd write to him with the news that you were spending time with someone again.

About two weeks later, he called you. He told you that he received your letter, but before he could write back, Joe called him. Your heart sank. All you could muster was an "oh?"

Bull continued, "He asked for your contact information. I don't want him to make any unwanted waves in your life now, but I also didn't want to make any decisions for anyone, so I gave it to him, but I also gave him a heads up on your news. Unfortunately, he hung up immediately after that. So, I have no idea where he is, or how to contact him."

"I see..." You replied, trying to hold back tears.

"I just thought you should know."

"Thanks, Bull. I appreciate it."

You told him it was nice to hear from him, but he knew that you weren't in any state to talk after the information he gave you, so he didn't keep you. That's why you liked Bull so much; he was paternal, and genuine.

You spent the next few days avoiding James, and increased your therapy sessions to twice a week. But just as you were about to leave for your newly scheduled appointment, you opened the front door to find Joe Liebgott standing there; he had his fist up in the air, ready to knock on the door that suddenly flew open in front of him. Your heart dropped into your stomach.

"Joe..." You exhaled his name out in almost a whisper. You felt like you were seeing a ghost.

Joe slowly lowered his hand, as he took in the sight of you. "Hey."

You quickly went from melting at the sight of him, to angry. "Hey?! HEY?!" You yelled, throwing your hands up in the air. "You show up, unannounced, after all this time, and you nonchalantly say 'hey'?!"

Joe, who could get angry just as quickly as you could, furrowed his brows and put his hands on his hips. "And what would you like me to say, princess?"

You furrowed your brows right back at him. He only called you princess when he was annoyed and felt like you were being unreasonable; you hated it, and he knew it.

"I have to go," you said, shoving him out of the way.

"Where? To see your boyfriend?"

You quickly turned around, your blood boiling. Every emotion of sadness you had experienced was now being forgotten as more anger took over; anger over his disappearing, over his showing up like this, over him mentioning your being with someone else after all he put you through.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I have an appointment."

"Great, then I'll come with you."

You scoffed. "Yeah, I don't think so."

You started walking away, but of course he followed, so you ran for your car. Unfortunately, he's faster than you, and managed to jump into the passenger seat. Standing at the driver's side door, watching him smirk at you from the passenger seat, you threw your head back and sighed. You got into the car, and turned the ignition.

"Fine. You can come. But if she charges more for couple's therapy, then you're paying for it."

"Wait, what?"

You met his now serious face with a smirk of your own. "Just shut up."

Luckily, it was a short drive to your therapist's office, because all you wanted to do was ask him what the hell his problem was. You kept your eyes fixed on the road, and your hands tight on the steering wheel, as he stole glances at you that he thought you didn't notice.

You weren't sure how to feel; you fantasized about a reunion so many times. You thought you would jump into his arms, and just melt into him, too happy to be mad. But you should have known that your attitudes would get the better of both of you. And yet somehow, that shared attitude that you've always had, was so familiar that it was almost comforting.

Since your little tiff at the house delayed you, you arrived at your therapist's office just in time for your appointment, so you were both standing right outside her office door when she opened it to call you inside.

"Oh," she said, slightly startled.

"Hi, Dr. Richards. This is...Joe," you said, motioning to him.

"Joe...Liebgott?" She asked, in a surprised yet fully aware tone.

"You told her about me?" Joe asked, smirking at you.

You let out an annoyed sigh, and put your hand to your eyebrow as if he was giving you a headache. "Are you serious? You're the reason I come here."

"Me?" He said, pointing to himself.

"Well gee, Joe, I don't know. You only left without saying goodbye, and broke my heart."

"Wait a second, you haven't even let me explain!"

"Explain?! What explanation could possibly make up for it?!"

Joe went to respond, but Dr. Richards put her hand up to stop the argument ensuing in the middle of the waiting room.

"Okay, just calm down. Both of you come into my office." She stepped aside to let you in, and closed the door behind her. "Now, let's take a deep breath," she demonstrated with her own deep breath in and exhale out. "It's nice to finally meet you, Joe," she said, indicating that she had been hearing about him for while. "I know that y/n has a lot to say to you, and I'm sure you have a lot to say to her as well, but I want this to be as constructive as possible. So, we're going to start with an exercise." She handed you both a piece of paper. "In no more than four sentences, I want you to write down some thoughts, feelings, or questions you have for the other person."

When you were both finished, she told you to fold them up. "I'm going to have you read them out loud. Since y/n is my patient, she'll go first. Joe, hand her your paper."

You felt nervous as you slowly unfolded Joe's paper. You stared at it for a second before reading it aloud:

"Does your new boyfriend know how much I still mean to you? Do you change some of the details for a more convenient truth? Can he translate how you hold his hand, into levels of your pain? Does he know to ask despite what you may say; are you okay?"¹

You kept your eyes on the paper, trying to hold back tears. James wasn't anywhere close to Joe. And you felt guilty that you weren't 100% committed to him, but you were just attempting to move on; until Joe showed up. After a few moments of silence, Dr. Richards asked if you had anything you wanted to say. You simply handed Joe your paper, knowing that it would answer everything.

Joe read it out loud:

"How I felt so undeserving of you; loved you more than I will admit to. A hundred reasons, and counting still. Never stopped, and I never will."²

Joe stared at your paper in silence, the same way you did to his. When he looked up at you, he saw that you were crying.

"I thought you loved me, too," you sobbed.

He got up, and kneeled on the floor in front of you, taking your face into his hands. "I do love you."

"Then why did you leave me?" You started crying harder; the way you used to cry yourself to sleep at night for the first few months when you came home.

Joe sighed, and wrapped his arms around you to try to comfort you, knowing that trying to explain through your crying would be pointless. But his familiar smell of faint cologne mixed with musty cigarettes, and the feeling of him holding you again, the way you had longed for for so long, made you sob uncontrollably instead.

He held you as close as he could. "I'm sorry, y/n. I can't even explain to you how sorry I am. Leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever done."

You finally mustered up the strength to speak. "Then why did you?" You sniffled.

Joe sighed, and leaned back onto the heels of his boots so he could look at you. He placed his left hand on your right knee, and used his right hand to wipe tears off of your cheek. You were looking at him, all puffy-faced, waiting for an answer.

"This all sounds so silly now," he began. "When I told Webster that I was going to go back, and drive my cab, and then buy a house, you're the only person I was thinking about. But I realized that I was so far from being able to buy a house, that I'd have to work for awhile before I could provide for you. And the closer we got to going home, the more you talked about introducing me to your parents. You come from a family that has always been able to provide you with everything, and I was embarrassed at the thought of being introduced to them as someone that couldn't provide for you the same way. How could I possibly move you to Frisco, away from your family that gives you a great life, to give you absolutely nothing? To give you a life of struggles? I thought for sure your parents would be against us being together then. I just wanted to have something to offer you before we took that step."

"Then why didn't you just tell me that? Instead of running off without saying goodbye?"

He sighed again. "I don't know, pride I guess? It's not like I wanted to tell you that I had nothing to give. And I know you; you would have fought me tooth and nail on it, trying to get me to change my mind. I didn't want the fight. I knew what I had to do. I was just a fool to think that you'd wait for me, especially without me saying a word. And now your parents have set you up with Mr. Fancypants." He rolled his eyes.

"You're right, Joe. We would have fought over it. Because I wanted any life with you. But that doesn't explain why didn't call, or write, to explain what you were doing. I would've waited forever for you. But expecting me to do so, without any inkling of your return, was just unfair."

Joe looked down and sorrowfully nodded in agreement.

You sighed, and lifted his chin with your hand so that he'd look up at you again. "I was having nightmares about losing you. My parents thought they were about what I'd seen at war, and suggested therapy. I agreed to come, but for the real reason; I was completely, and utterly heartbroken. It had been a year, Joe. A year. So, when my parents kept mentioning James, and Dr. Richards suggested at least putting myself out there, I listened. But the truth is," you paused for a moment and gently ran your fingers back through his hair. "My heart never stopped waiting for you. I love you, Joe."

Joe jumped up, taking your face into his hands, and pressed his lips hard onto yours. You couldn't help but smile through the kiss.

"I know it's no excuse, but I waited to contact you until I could tell you that I bought a house. A big house. With lots of bedrooms, for all the little Liebgotts we're gonna be making." He said excitedly, as he was pacing back and forth and flailing his arms in the air.

You giggled and bit your lip, as you found his excitement sexy.

"Well then," Dr. Richards interjected for the first time since your arrival, "I guess we're done here." She smiled.

"I kind of hate to say," you said, "but I think this will be the last time I see you."

"No worries, at all," she replied. "Once you feel better, my job is done."

"Thanks so much for everything, Doc," Joe said as he smiled and aggressively shook her hand.

"Careful, Joe," you warned lightheartedly.

"It's okay," Dr. Richards laughed. "Good luck, you two."

After you said your goodbyes, you and Joe started walking to your car.

"Let's go meet your parents!" He said excitedly.

"Wait a minute, Joe."

He stopped dead in his tracks, a little afraid of what you were going to say.

"Where are you staying?" You asked.

"I got a hotel room. Why?"

You grabbed his hand and placed your car keys in it. "Take me there." He still hadn't moved, so you whispered in his ear. "I need you, Joseph Liebgott."

When you pulled away from him, you smirked and then bit your lip as you backed away from him. When he finally took a step forward, you turned and started running towards the car, giggling the whole way. He chased you until you reached the car door. With your back pressed against it, he put his hands on your hips and pressed his body into yours. He kissed your lips. Then, with his eyes still closed, and his nose touching yours, he inhaled as if he was breathing you in.

"God, I've missed you," he whispered.

"Joey?"

He groaned, as you felt the hardening bulge in his pants; he knew that when you called him that, you wanted him right away. He kissed your lips once more, before opening the car door for you.

He took in the sight of you for a moment, "mmm," he moaned, biting his lip.

There was an air of sexual tension in the car. You hadn't felt his bare skin against yours in over a year, and your stomach felt like it was full of butterflies. He noticed that you were staring at him, even though you hadn't noticed it yourself, so he reached over and held your hand for the remainder of the short drive.

When you reached his hotel room, you felt almost nervous. You two had had sex more times than you could count; you couldn't keep your hands off of him during the war, but for some reason, this felt like your first time all over again. Joe wrapped his arms around you, and noticed your heart was racing.

"Are you okay? You seem nervous," he observed.

You took a deep breath, and nodded "yes." Though he wasn't convinced.

"I'm the one that should be nervous," he replied. "I have to compete with your new boyfriend." He tried to keep it light by giving you a little smirk.

"Joe, I haven't slept with him."

He looked at you with a surprised, yet thrilled face.

"And he's not really my boyfriend. And besides," you continued, "no one has ever made my toes curl the way you do." You smiled, and lightly tapped his nose with your index finger.

He moaned. "Come here, gorgeous," he said, and pulled you in closer so that your hips were right up against each other. You felt his growing bulge against your crotch as he kissed you passionately. He then moved to kissing your neck.

"Joe," you exhaled.

He took a short break from kissing your neck to respond, "Yeah, doll?"

"Don't ever leave me again." Your voice broke, and tears started welling up in your eyes, which made Joe stop and look at you.

He took your face into his hands, and looked you straight in the eye. "I won't. I promise."

But a tear still managed to roll down your cheek. He wiped it away, and said "hey, I want you to wear something for me." He reached inside his shirt, and pulled out his dog tags. He lifted them over his head, and held them out in front of you.

"Your dog tags?" You said. "You're still wearing these?"

You went to grab one of the tags when you noticed something new hanging next to the Star of David that he kept on the chain. You gasped. It was a diamond engagement ring.

Joe undid the chain, and removed the ring. After placing his dog tags over your head, he held the ring in his right hand and got down on one knee. You were holding your hands over your mouth, unable to speak anyway, tears streaming down your face again, but this time you were smiling.

"Y/n, I made a mistake leaving you without a word, but I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Everything I did after it, was for you. The 14 hour work days kept me from missing you too much, because you were all I thought about. I'm sorry that I ever made you think otherwise. I'm sorry that I hurt you. Because I love you more than any man could ever love someone. And I want to prove it to you until the day die. So, make me the happiest man on Earth, and marry me?"

Your cheeks hurt from smiling, "yes! Yes in this lifetime, and every lifetime." You jumped into his arms.

He put the ring on your finger, and scooped you up, "let me carry you to your bed, Mrs. Liebgott." He winked.

Hearing him say that made you so much happier than you ever thought it would, and all you could do was giggle the whole way to the bed. He set you down, and slowly slipped your shirt over your head, before quickly taking off his own. You unhooked your bra, and slipped it off, letting his dog tags fall perfectly in between your bare breasts.

He looked you up and down, bit his lip, and nodded.

"Damn. Is it possible that you're even more beautiful than I remembered?"

"No," you laughed.

"What do you mean, no?!" He yelled, playfully. "Take that back."

"Uh-uh," you nodded, smiling.

"Uh-huh," he nodded back, climbing on top of you.

You bit your lip as he had his weight on his hands to each side of you, hovering over you. You trailed your fingers down his bare chest, stopping at his belt buckle. He was watching your face the whole time, so you looked up at him and watched his face in return as you undid his pants. He bit his bottom lip again, and leaned back after you had finished unzipping them. He unbuttoned your pants, and slowly slipped them, and your panties, off of you. He put his hands on your knees.

"Joe, I'm ready." You said, prodding for him to skip the foreplay.

"Oh no, you don't. I haven't tasted this pussy in over a year. I am not skipping it."

"But Joey..." You prodded again, half whining.

But he still proceeded to spread your legs apart. He watched you bite your lip as he kissed his way down your right inner thigh from your knee, down to your warm crotch. The next thing you knew, his tongue was buried deep in your already wet pussy. He groaned with pleasure at the taste of you, which caused a slight vibrating sensation in your crotch. As he alternated between sucking and licking your clit, and fucking your pussy with his tongue, you grabbed the back of his head and moaned to let him know he was hitting the right spots.

He took a break to look up at you from in between your legs, and ask, "glad I didn't skip it now?" He smirked.

You didn't have a chance to respond though, because he slipped two of his fingers into you, and you gasped with pleasure. He went back to sucking your clit as he fucked your soaking wet pussy with his fingers.

"Oh, God..." You moaned.

He looked up at you for a moment, still fingering you. "You know what I want, baby."

He began fingering you faster as he went back to sucking your clit again. Your moaning grew louder; your breathing heavier.

Knowing you were getting close, he pulled back his face slightly to watch you, still fingering you faster, "come on, baby."

Listening to him, you let out a scream, and squirted cum all over his hand.

"That's it, baby. That's what I wanted." He licked your soaking slit from bottom to top once, before watching you gasp for air as he sucked you off of his fingers.

"Kiss me, Joe." You said breathlessly.

He smiled, and climbed on top of you to oblige. You stuck your tongue in his mouth to taste yourself off of his tongue, which made him groan.

You gently pressed your hand into his chest to push him away from you enough to speak. "Joey. I need you. Now." You pleaded.

He smiled and kissed your nose, before proceeding to step off of the bed for a minute to take his pants off. You watched between your spread knees as he took his stiff cock into his right hand and started stroking it.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He continued stroking, watching you grow more desperate.

"Joseph." You demanded, growing impatient.

"Ooh, I've done it now." He smirked, before finally climbing on top of you again, cock still in his hand.

He held the tip of his hard cock at the beginning of your entrance, which caused you to rock your hips back and forth towards him, trying to prod him to enter you. He finally slowly stuck the tip in, but then pulled it out. Your breathing was getting heavier. He did the same thing a few more times; your hips still moving, trying desperately to get him inside of you.

"Joe. Why are you teasing me? I've waited as long as you have."

"Oh, come on, babe." He began, and then continued the rest whispered into your ear, "you know you cum harder when I tease you first."

But in that moment, he slowly entered you completely, until he bottomed out. It took the breath right out of you; you arched your back and rolled your head back. Joe began biting your newly exposed neck, as he simultaneously began slowly thrusting in and out of you. You began breathing heavily.

"Oh, Joe... I've missed you." You exhaled.

"Is this what you wanted, baby?"

You bit your lip, and nodded "yes." You then closed your eyes to focus on nothing but the feeling of Joe's bare cock moving in and out of you, while he watched your face. He was still thrusting slowly, allowing the pleasure to build up inside of you.

"God, you're gorgeous."

You opened your eyes to see him staring at you. You smiled at him, causing him to kiss your lips, and thrust a little faster. You moaned onto his lips in return. Increasing his speed a bit more caused you to roll your head back again and breathe heavier.

"Does that feel good, babe?"

Your only reply was rocking your hips back and forth to meet his thrusts. Getting the message that you were ready for your pleasure to build further, he leaned back and switched his weight from his forearms to his hands to get better leverage. The change in angle made you moan when he hit the right spot. He began moving his cock in and out of you faster; your moans growing louder with every thrust until they turned into words.

"Oh, God, Joe!"

At this point, Joe's thrusts were fast and deep.

"I'm ready for you, baby." Joe said as you approached orgasm.

With a few more thrusts, you were cumming all over his cock. A few additional thrusts after that, and pressing himself into you as deep as he could go, Joe was coating your insides with cum of his own. Still inside of you, Joe dropped back down to his forearms. Both of your breathing was heavy as you panted for air. Joe gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

"I've missed you, doll. More than you know." He said.

You ran your fingers through his hair, your new engagement ring sparkling from the light above you. "I've missed your hair."

"My hair??" He laughed.

You smiled and cupped his face with your hands. "Yeah. But only after I missed everything else."

He smiled back at you and kissed your lips softly. "I love you, y/n."

"I love you, Joe."

You laid with each other for awhile, just enjoying being in each other's arms again. When you finally decided to leave the bed, you rushed to your parent's house to tell them the news of your engagement.

You wasted no time getting married, and moving into your new house in San Francisco. And Joe never broke his promise; he never left you again.

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My other Joe Liebgott x Female Reader fics:

☆ "Go on, leave me breathless."

☆ "In Dreams"

☆ "I never could forget you."

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Please look at me

Sunghoon x reader

Fluff, angst

The way that the members are depicted in this story has nothing to do with how they really are or how I feel they are. It is all solely for the storyline so please bear that in mind 🫶

Summary: After realising how wrong he had been about your intentions, Sunghoon had been trying so hard to get you alone to have a talk and make it up to you. But the difficulty in expressing his feelings into words made things a bit more difficult

F/N = female name

Warnings: cursing, arguing, name calling, alcohol consumption (please let me know if I need to add more

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*Flashback*

The boys had just finished their team meet up during lunch but Sunghoon took his time in the shower whilst the rest of the boys rushed to the library to find a nice booth. As he exited the changing rooms, he was instantly met with an irritating voice

“Hoonie! There you are!” F/N’s squeal rang through the whole corridor, causing Sunghoon to roll his eyes as he turned towards her.

“What do you want F/N? I’ve told you to stop calling me that stupid name” his face was so cold towards her that it shocked the other students when F/N carried on with her antics

“Don’t he silly Hoonie it’s so cute. I was just wondering if you’re free anytime soon to go clothes shopping with me for my birthday party?”

“Look F/N, I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. I’m not interested. Leave me alone and go bother someone else” he snapped

“What’s wrong with you Hoonie? Is it that skank Y/N? She’s fucked with your mind so she can have you all to yourself hasn’t she?” Her eyes narrowed as the harsh words spilled out of her mouth

Sunghoon didn’t know why but the way F/N spoke about you really pissed him off. The thought of anyone calling you such disgusting names caused him to clench his fists

“Don’t you even dare call Y/N that. She’s nothing like you so don’t try and drag her down to your level” he didn’t know what came over him as he came to your defence. He usually would give a shit, never mind speak up when anyone talked about someone who wasn’t his family or group of friends

F/N’s eyes widened and the students around them gasped at his outburst. This was the first time they had seen Sunghoon show any sort of reaction to anything

“Oh my god. You like her don’t you?” F/N scoffed

Sunghoon couldn’t think of anything to say to her. Did he like you? Your smile was enough to brighten his dull day. The way you took the time to cook for him and his friends and even spend more money to make sure that they were fed properly gave him butterflies. And after seeing you look so adorable whilst watching him at rugby practice made his heart race more than it already was from running.

F/N took his silence as confirmation and couldn’t stand it

“Well just so you know, Y/N is a two-faced bitch. I overheard her talking to someone in her class saying that she wanted to gain your attention by being all nice and sweet to you and your friends so that she could sleep with you. And the other day when I went to ask Sunoo where you were, she was so horrible to me and even raised her hand to slap me. She was so crazy that even Sunoo had to step in to stop her but she said that I was just trying to steal you away from her.” She took a breath dramatically before carrying on

“I know I should’ve told you before but I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. However you deserve to know the truth. The other day, she was asking Sunoo so many questions about what you liked and your ideal type. But then she threatened Sunoo to not tell you about what happened when he refused to say anything. He’s too scared to burn his bridges with her since her parents have connections to the school and could easily make his life hell. So he does all of this for her so that she won’t ruin his future. I care about you. And your friends. I’m here for you Hoonie”

She reach up to cup his face but he flinched back

“I need time to think” he mumbled before turning to make his way to the library

*Present*

The next day at lunch felt extremely intense. Sunghoon had confessed to the boys about him snapping at you and explained how F/N’s words had fucked with his mind to the point where he just spewed a load of a load of bullshit to take it out on you. The boys couldn’t come up with the words to say as he was explaining everything. His eyes were downcast as he could feel the burning glare from Sunoo piercing through his skull

“You shouldn’t be explaining this to us. Tell it to Y/N and apologise for not only talking to her that way, but for breaking her heart. She never mentioned anything about liking you but I could tell that she did. And I know you like her too. So how could you be so stupid for believing that bitch F/N when you know her history of trying to suck up to you? Did you really think that Y/N was capable to be so heartless and threaten me? I’ve told you from the start about how much we care about each other and in all honesty, I’m hurt that you also believed F/N’s words over mine” Sunoo couldn’t hold back his tears before getting up and leaving the table to find you

“Sunoo I’m s-” Sunghoon’s words were cut off as Heeseung’s hand patted his shoulder

“Hey just let him cool off ok. I’m sure that once you’ve all gathered your thoughts, you can have a talk with him and Y/N and things can get better” Heeseung’s comforting words caused him to break down and bring his hands to his face

“What do I do hyung? I fucked up so badly and I don’t know how to make it up to Y/N” he sobbed

The boys felt so bad for their crying friend as they knew how hard it was for him to express his emotions. So seeing him break down like this in the cafeteria showed them just how guilty he was.

“Don’t worry Sunghoon hyung. We’re here for you all and we promise we’ll help you through it all”

Sunghoon sniffled and brushed his tears away “I really appreciate it Jungwonnie”

He was going to make it up to you. He needed to.

The next day

It was so hard for you to avoid the boys yesterday but you were scared that Sunghoon had told them all of the lies that he had accused you of and no longer wanted to be around you. Your heart ached seeing them in the cafeteria together so you quickly left and ate your lunch outside on your own. You were scared to think that Sunoo may have believed that you were using him but that thought was quickly diminished when he ran up to you with tears streaming down his face. You told him about F/N confronting you and he asked why you didn’t come to him for back up and that he would’ve been there when you needed him.

It was safe to say that the two of you were bawling your eyes out and as a result, you both came into class today with puffy eyes. You guys did have a bit of a laugh after seeing each other’s swollen faces so that was at least something that brightened your day a bit

“Um Y/Nie, I know things are a bit weird at the moment but do you think you’ll sit with us at lunch today? We all missed you and the whole vibe was miserable” he pouted, puffing his cheeks out slightly

You couldn’t resist yourself and poked his cheeks before sighing “I don’t know Sunoo. I think I still need some time away. This isn’t me trying to end my friendship with the boys because I’d never do that, but it would be wrong for me to stay around and make it feel like you guys had to choose a side. I’ll just go to my usual spot so if you ever want to join me, then feel free to do so”

He gave you a pitiful smile at your words. Seeing you so upset and feeling like you’re at fault shattered his heart. But he knew not to push anything and that you needed time

“I understand Y/Nie. But I’ll still come to eat with you though. You don’t chew with your mouth open so I’ll be able to eat in peace and quiet”

You laughed at his words, feeling thankful that he still stuck by you and put a smile on your face

A week later

The breeze felt so refreshing as it brushed through your hair. Being outside in the sun made you feel so relaxed and you really needed it.

Your exams were coming up soon and because you had been pulling all nighters to fit in more studying, you had been forgetting to bring lunch. There was barely enough time for you to run out of the house with breakfast so making lunch at this point was a luxury

You had finally gotten back to talking to the boys (except for one obvious person) and it was like nothing changed. Well, except for the fact that you didn’t eat lunch with them anymore. It was nice to have your breaks outside so it wasn’t like you were complaining. You just missed having fun with them during lunch

Fortunately, the boys acted like nothing changed and didn’t make things awkward. It made you feel better that you hadn’t caused a rift between the boys, especially between Sunoo and Sunghoon. Sunoo was definitely still upset but he hardly brought it up so that you wouldn’t get upset.

Since you didn’t have any lunch or money on you, you resorted to having a little sketch in your notebook. You were completely immersed in your sketching that you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching you.

The person coughed slightly to gain your attention and when you looked up, you were met with a shy looking Sunghoon. His eyes kept on flickering between the floor and your eyes before he reached out to you, holding your favourite sandwich.

“Um. I noticed that you didn’t turn up to lunch and Sunoo told me where you were. I saw you didn’t have any food so I got you this” he mumbled while avoiding eye contact with you

Shocked was one way to describe how you were feeling. His change of demeanour was giving you whiplash and you didn’t know how to react. Did he think that this was a way to get you to move on from what happened the last time you spoke?

You looked at the sandwich in his hands before scoffing “What is this about Sunghoon? Are you really going to act like the last time we spoke, you didn’t accuse me of using your friends and called me a slut? Do I look like I have the word ‘idiot’ written on my forehead?”

“No! No I swear that’s not my intention! Look, I am an absolute idiot for what I did and there’s nothing that can take back what I said. If I could, I really would. I do not deserve your forgiveness at all, especially after the way I treated you but I cannot express how sorry I am and I had no right to talk to you the way I did. If you don’t want to forgive me, I completely understand but could you please at least eat this to get some energy? I’m really worried about you Y/N and want you to be safe” his hands were practically shaking and he was stumbling over his words.

He had planned how he was going to apologise, but after seeing your beautiful face again after what he felt like ages, it all flew out of the window.

“Sunghoon I don’t know what you’re trying to achieve here. We weren’t friends and we’re not now so I don’t know why you’re so concerned about me. I appreciate you apologising but I just can’t accept this. You really broke me Sunghoon. Please just leave me alone” and with that you stood up and walked away, leaving Sunghoon with the sandwich forgotten in his hands

Over the next few days, you had arrived to your seat in your lectures to be met with cute but messy bento boxes. They’d be filled with your favourite foods and snacks in the shape of cute animals (you think) and a banana milk. You asked Sunoo if he knew anything about it but he just shrugged with a smirk and that was enough to tell you who they had come from. Each box was accompanied by a little note either saying words of encouragement, telling you how sorry he was, how beautiful you were, you name it. But your favourite ones were the notes that had a song recommendation for the day

The songs ranged from sweet apology songs to cute upbeat songs. Today, the song that he chose was ‘Truly Madly Deeply’ by Savage Garden. You smiled and put in your earphones to listen to the song.

The beautiful melody filled your ears with warmth and you closed your eyes. You took the time to really listen to the lyrics and froze. Is this song meant to be him hinting something to you? Was this him trying to confess that he had feelings for you? He never said anything to suggest that he did except for when he’d recommended a song. You didn’t want to overthink it though as you didn’t want it to result in disappointment.

You picked off the note stuck on the bento box to put it in your pocket, which had become a habit now, but you saw that there was another note on the other side reading:

Please meet me in the school gym at lunch when you’ve finished eating pretty girl x

P.S I hope you like the penguins 💕

(Reference pic)

You were contemplating about whether to go or not but he had been taking care of you for the past few days, so you owe him some time.

Skip to lunch

You told Sunoo that he didn’t need to wait for you and you were transparent about what Sunghoon had wrote. He didn’t seem that shocked so you suspected that he knew what was going on. One thing you must say, Sunghoon’s food always tasted good. They may have looked a bit sloppy at the beginning but each day, they got cuter. You let out a sigh after filling up with the delicious and packed your things up to head to the gym.

When you arrived, you poked your head through the door and saw Sunghoon sitting on a bench, bouncing his legs. At the sound of the gym door opening, his head swung in your direction and he quickly stood up and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants.

“Hey” he said with a nervous smile. It was so cute seeing him like this since you’ve been so used to him being emotionless.

“Hi, so what did you you call me here for?” You didn’t want to sound too harsh despite the things he said to you in the past.

“Well… um… I- I was wondering if you liked the packed lunches I made for you? I know they don’t look that great but I thought they would make you happy” he stuttered as his eyes flicked between you and the ground.

“Yeah I love them, thank you Sunghoon. You really didn’t have to do any of this for me you know?”

“B- but I do though. You took care of me and the guys so I need to return the favour. And you haven’t been looking after yourself so I want you to eat well”

“Well I really appreciate it Sunghoon” you looked at him with a soft smile and Sunghoon felt like his stomach was doing somersaults. It had been a while since he had seen your beautiful smile directed to him. He missed it after only receiving cold stares from you

“I also wanted to let you know that I’m so sorry for everything. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you from the start. Especially that horrible day outside of the library. I need to be completely honest with you Y/N. I have feelings for you and I know it sounds crazy because it’s so soon. But you consume my mind 24/7 and I just feel the need to be around you all of the time. Yes I was stupid for being a complete asshole but after I expressed everything to the guys, it’s made me realise that I like you. More than just a friend. Being away from you was the most pain I’ve ever felt and I just couldn’t comprehend the feelings I had. The way I handled the situation was completely immature of me but I’ve figured out my true feelings. You don’t have to say anything but I just really need you to know that I’ve caught feelings for you and I’m so sorry about disrespecting you out of immaturity” he felt like he couldn’t breathe after he spilt the words out. But the weight of his hidden feelings was finally lifted off his shoulders.

As for you? You were frozen in shock. So it was true that the song he recommended today was to confess to you.

“You like me? Since when? I’m sorry I’m just, my mind’s just frazzled right now” you were still trying to comprehend everything that he said

“Yes I really do like you Y/N. In all honesty, I don’t know when it started. But the more you were around, the more I felt like I could warm up to you. You’re so beautiful and I can’t stop thinking about you. Please believe me when I say that I never would’ve thought about talking to you in such a shit way if F/N never approached me in the first place. I know that sounds like such a pathetic excuse and that’s not me trying to excuse my behaviour. But I didn’t think of you in that way, nor do I do now. The first time meeting you I was hesitant, I do admit, but F/N just brought back horrible memories of people using my friends and hurting them in the past”

“Wait. What does F/N have anything to do with this?” You asked with confusion

From that, Sunghoon explained everything about what F/N had told him. He felt embarrassed that he fell for her lies so easily and he could tell that you were feeling overwhelmed

“I get that I’m stupid for even believing F/N in the first place. You are the first girl who has made me feel genuinely wanted just for being me. Not just because of my looks or popularity. The feeling was so foreign that I had no idea how to process it. There have been girls in the past who lured me into being interested in them, just to use me. So hearing that you were trying to do the same just made me go on the defence immediately to protect myself and my friends again”

You felt pity on the boy as his eyes fell to the ground again. It must’ve been hard for him having to experience people not truly caring about him and not knowing who to actually trust. And he didn’t exactly know you as well as someone like Sunoo would so you didn’t blame him for being conscious about you.

“I’m so sorry that you’ve had to experience than Sunghoon. I really don’t hold anything against you for being hesitant when I started to hang out with you guys. And yes what you did was a proper dickhead move. But in a way, if I was already overwhelmed about my feelings about someone and another person told me that I was being used, I’d probably feel the same. I’m just hurt because F/N came up to me at the start of lunch that day to tell me that you just pitied me and used me for entertainment. So when you then later called me pathetic and a slut, it made me believe that F/N had been telling me the truth. As for me trying to slap her, it was actually the opposite way round. She came up to Sunoo, trying to find you but I ended up getting involved and she tried to slap me. Speaking of, I really do need to apologise to you for slapping you that day. It was really low of me and I shouldn’t of resorted to violence” at this point, you were in tears as you explained your side to him. Saying it all out loud just built up the confusing emotions till they pushed the need for you to cry it out

Seeing how hurt you were, Sunghoon instantly pulled you into a massive bear hug. You were already hurt from what F/N had said to you and he just had to add fuel to the fire. Seeing you so upset crushed his soul so he tilted your face up and wiped your tears away. He cupped your cheeks and used his thumbs to brush away the stray tears, causing your face to unintentionally pout.

Sunghoon’s heart started to race at the adorable sight of you. Your round watery eyes, puffy cheeks and irresistible pout made you look like a kicked puppy and he felt the urge to keep you for himself only

“Oh sweetheart. Don’t ever apologise to me. I don’t deserve it. And the things that F/N said to you are completely untrue. From what it seems, she spoke to you before coming to me to stir things between us. She caught on that I like you and started talking shit” he leaned his forehead onto yours and took a deep inhale through his nostrils

“I have a feeling that you’re right. She knew that I liked you too so she probably saw it as some kind of threat”

Sunghoon’s ears perked up at your comment and slightly pulled away to look at you properly “Liked? Do you not like me anymore? I really ruined it didn’t I?” He mumbled as his bottom lip popped out. It was slightly trembling at the thought that he had officially lost his chance with you

“No! Wait I mean yes? Wait, I- I’m just confused with how I’m feeling right now. I still like you Sunghoon despite what had happened. It’s kind of hard to lose feelings after you make me food and look so cute” you teased

He was definitely shocked but quickly tried to hide it to seem collected. So he smugly responded “Huh? So you think I’m cute? What can I say, I’m absolutely irresistible”

You scoffed with a subtle smile and pushed him away but he whined and pulled you back in

“No don’t push me away! I’m sorry pretty girl” he pushed your head into the crook of his head so he could rest his cheek on the crown on your head and rocked you side to side. He wanted to make the most out of this moment now that you were completely in his arms. He took a deep breath before deciding that he needed to do something before he loses his opportunity

“I know this might be too soon, but I really want to give us a try. I genuinely like you and want to be able to get to know you. You don’t need to agree and I would not blame you at all” he couldn’t bring himself to look at you as he confessed so he carried on rocking you. But he was mostly doing it to calm his nerves

You were completely silent and it made him tense up. He thought that this would be when you push him away and leave him heartbroken but you quietly said

“Ok let’s try. But just so you know, you’re not completely off the hook though. I still need to process everything but if we can take this slow, I’d love to give us a chance”

You looked up at him and he instantly got deja vu from the time you looked at him during practice.

“Of course! We can take it as slow as you want pretty girl. Thank you for giving me the chance” he was smiling so wide that you just stared at his gorgeous face in awe. He looked at your love-struck face and tucked your hair behind your ears

“You can’t get enough of this handsome face can you”

“Actually I take everything back”

“Wait no!”

Time skip

Sunghoon all but stormed through the corridors the next day after first second period. He zipped past the terrified students till he found the person he was looking for

“What is your deal F/N? I didn’t think you’d be even more ridiculous after what you’ve done in the past but you’ve proved me wrong” he spat

The burning gaze made F/N gulp in fear. She was currently on her own so she had no back up from her little followers

“Hoonie where is this coming from? I promise I’ve done nothing wrong”

“Oh give me a break F/N I know that you’ve been lying to Y/N and me. How bored must you be to try and pit people against each other just because you’re so miserable. Did you really think that pulling this shit would make me like you?”

F/N teared up now that she had been caught in the act. She didn’t want to admit that there was no way that Sunghoon would like her back. She desperately grabbed onto his arms as she looked at him with crazy eyes

“No it’s not true! Hoonie I didn’t do anything! Y/N is lying to you! She’s a crazy bitch that need to be taken away. I love you Hoonie and wouldn’t never lie to you”

He shoved her hands away in disgust “Cut the bullshit. I see through your stupid act. What goes through your head to think that what you’re doing is ok? Why are you making up these ridiculous lies for?”

F/N just looked at him in defeat. She knew now that there was no point in hiding it anymore “Hoonie, I have loved you for so long. I just wanted you to look at me, to give me attention. And you never once spared me the time of day. All I want is for you to like me the way I like you but you never did. Now all of a sudden, Y/N saunters in acting all innocent and she steals you away from me. She didn’t do shit and didn’t even like you. But once she started to catch feelings, suddenly you like her too. Do you blame me for being jealous when I’ve had to watch you fawn over some new girl you basically just met?”

“I’m sorry F/N but you can’t just force me to like you. I’ve fallen for Y/N because of how genuine and selfless she is. And in all honesty, I cannot say that about you. Don’t forget that you tried to use Jay and Jake to get to me as well so you can’t try to accuse Y/N of doing the same with Sunoo. I was a complete fool for believing what you had said” he shook his head and chuckled at how ridiculous his past self was

“If it is true that you actually like me, then I’m sorry that I didn’t and will not return your feelings. But I’m asking you now to please leave me, Y/N and my friends alone. They don’t deserve to be dragged into this and now I’m taking on the responsibility to protect them from getting hurt. You will find someone one day F/N and that person is most certainly not me”

F/N sighed in acceptance. She was in tears but this was the wake up call she needed to confirm his true feelings about her

“You’re right Hoonie. And I’m sorry. But before I do all of this, can you please to do something for me? I promise that if you do, I will leave you all alone.”

Sunghoon sighed. He was slightly hesitant but if it meant that she’d leave you alone, he’ll do anything

“I guess so. What do you want me to do?”

“Well, my birthday party is coming up soon and I want you stay by me. Just for that night”

“You know what? Fine. But only if I get to bring Y/N and the guys”

F/N looked defeated but was still satisfied that he’d at least come for her birthday

After exams finished

It took a lot of begging and pouting from Sunghoon’s end to get you to go to F/N’s birthday party with him and the boys. To tell the truth, you were already convinced to go but what’s the harm in milking it so you could see him act cute for a bit longer?

You were deciding what to wear since you barely owned any sort of clothing that was suitable for partying. Luckily for you, one of your friends was generous to let you try on a few of hers. You ultimately decided to go for a black mini dress as it hugged your figure perfectly. It was nothing like what you’d usually dress but you felt a wave of confidence just thinking about how Sunghoon could react to seeing you.

After you finished up your hair and makeup, you sprayed on your favourite perfume just as the doorbell rang. You opened it up and was met with Sunghoon in all of his glory. The two of you stood in silence as you took the sight of each other in.

“Oh wow. You look absolutely gorgeous. I mean, not like you’re not gorgeous all of the time” he gulped audibly as he looked you up and down

You giggled at his cute behaviour “Thank you! And you look as handsome as ever”

Your new found confidence stirred something in Sunghoon’s stomach and he was so tempted to just flake on the party and have you to himself. But unfortunately for him, he had a deal that he had to take on

As you walked passed him to get to his car, he caught a whiff of your sweet scent and that’s when he knew that it would be a long night for him

At F/N’s house

The two of you walked into the party with Sunghoon’s hand holding you on your lower back. You received a few drunken stares as you sauntered in but their attention didn’t linger for too long.

He whispered into your ear to reassure you and ask if you were ok. So you turned to him with a smile and told him that you were fine. It didn’t take long for you two to find the rest of the boys. At the moment, Niki and Jungwon were the only sober ones, whilst the rest were sipping on the alcoholic punch. You were all excited that this was the first time you had all partied together so they brought you over to take some shots.

It seemed like you were all good at handling alcohol. Well, except Jake and Heeseung. Niki was filming you all and was in absolute stitches. If he was going to be the only sober one, he was at least gonna have some fun with it. You could tell Sunghoon was feeling a lot looser than he usually was and it was refreshing to see. With that, he was extremely cuddly with you and would whine every time your attention was diverted from him

Jake suggested that you all got up to dance and none of you were going to turn down the offer. You were having the time of your life dancing with your friend’s and lip syncing to your favourite songs. Sunghoon’s arms were wrapped around your waist protectively and you leaned back against his chest. Even though you looked like a goddess, he didn’t appreciate the lingering stares of guys around you. So to make a point that you were his, he leaned down to nuzzle his nose into your neck, where you had sprayed your perfume. The sensation tickled you so you giggled and reached up to run your fingers through his hair.

It definitely looked like the two of you were officially together but you didn’t care about what everyone else was feeling. You all dance together in a mini circle for a few minutes. It was all going well until the fun was rudely disrupted

“Hey Hoonie, you made it!” F/N voice came from behind you

You couldn’t lie, she looked breathtaking. There was no wonder she could get with almost every guy she wanted.

The rest of the boys could also feel the tension from F/N’s presence. Sunghoon told you all about the deal he had made with F/N so they weren’t completely surprised when she approached.

“Oh hey. Thanks for inviting us” Sunghoon felt the need to fill the awkwardness but it was obvious that he wanted F/N to leave him alone

“Don’t be silly Hoonie. You promised you’d be my date for tonight remember?”

“That was not exactly the deal but whatever” he rolled his eyes

She tugged on his sleeves which ended up unwrapping his arms from where they comfortably sat on your waist.

“I’m gonna steal Hoonie away so I can cut my cake bye”

No one could get a word in before she dragged him through the crowd. You all stood there in disbelief but Heeseung approached you and put his arm around your shoulder

“Don’t worry your pretty head Y/Nie. It’ll just be a few hours till we can leave and then we can grab some burgers on the way back to ours” he ruffled your hair softly before you all carried on dancing to distract yourself

For the entire night, F/N was clinging onto Sunghoon’s arm. But you knew that once he fulfilled his side of the deal, she would as well and leave you all alone once and for all. That isn’t to say that it didn’t hurt to see them together as she cut her cake. You didn’t want to admit it but they did look good together. The boys must’ve sensed your discomfort so they stayed with you which calmed you a bit.

From your guesses, F/N had been prancing around and showing off the gorgeous man on her arm the entire night but you were low-key glad they weren’t around you since you didn’t have to watch him with someone else. If it wasn’t for your friends being around you, making you laugh to the point of tears, you were sure that you would be spiralling right now.

“Hey are you alright sweetheart? If you’re worried about Sunghoon it’s ok. He doesn’t want to do this either and I’m 100% sure he wants nothing more than to be with you right now. Just think that after tonight, you won’t have to deal with her again” Jay comforted you despite being drunk himself

You felt slightly nauseous so you excused yourself to go to the toilet. And since Niki was the only sober one, he offered to take you like the gentleman he was.

Despite him being the baby of the group, Niki was extremely attentive when it came to you and it was so endearing. He really treated you like his older sister and he was literally the protective baby brother you didn’t realise you needed. As you both made your way up the stairs, the music started to slightly fade which gave you guys the opportunity to talk.

“You know noona, I’m really happy that you hang out with us. And it’s so nice to see Sunghoon hyung so happy when you’re around. He may seem quite calm but I know that you definitely make him extremely giddy when you do anything. It’s the only time I’ve seem him so whipped for someone and I’m glad that it’s you. We all can acknowledge that what he said to you was fucked, but I can reassure you that he meant none of it and he’s completely serious about making you guys work”

His words made you tear up from how sweet he was. In a way, it felt like he was your baby who was growing up in front of your eyes.

“Oh Niki you’re such a sweetheart. What would I do without you hey?”

“I don’t know but I guess you’d have no one to make you laugh”

The two of you looked at each other in silence for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter as you carried on to the bathroom (F/N has a big house ok 😭)

As you carried on bantering about the boys, the last thing the two of you were expecting was to open the bathroom door and find F/N and Sunghoon making out against the counter

You let out a gasp which made them split apart and Sunghoon was sure that his life had just shattered into a billion pieces. You couldn’t find the words to express the pain you were feeling so you turned to run out of the house with Niki quickly following (of course not before he sent Sunghoon a glare that could’ve sent him to his grave)

Sunghoon couldn’t process anything as he pushed F/N away and ran to chase you with tears running down his face

“Y/N wait! Please!”

Authour’s note: 😁😁😁 well… that happened (please don’t hate me 😭)

Thank you so much for taking this time to read my work and I hope you look forward to more in the future 🩵

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[saints-who-never-existed]

Davechella Week Four: George Hodgson

What better day to inflict these particular musical stylings upon the world! I did not expect this one to have the funky polka vibes it's ended up with but I'm long past overthinking these playlists now - I'm just having fun with it! :)

Failure - Laura Marling He used to be the life and soul of everyone around/ You'd never catch him looking up I'd never see him down/ But oh la la/ He couldn't raise a smile/ No not for a while/ And he's a failure now. ... People push right pass me shouting their disclaims/ A preacher pushes me aside and asks to wash my sins I said no la la/ If he made me in his image then he's a failure too/ I used to need a couple people keep my head down/ Now I need a whole lot more to keep me on the ground./ But oh la la/ I gave up something and I gave it up for nothing and I'm a failure now.

House of the Rising Sun (In Old French) - The_Miracle_Aligner (Lyrics in English but come one, Hodge would absolutely delight in listening to it in 'Old French', right?!) Oh, mother, tell your children/ Not to do what I have done/ To spend your lives in sin and misery/ In the house of the rising sun/ ... There is a house in New Orleans/ They call the Rising Sun/ And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy/ Dear God, I know I was one/ Dear God, I know I was the one

The Man Who Sold the World - David Bowie I laughed and shook his hand/ And made my way back home/ I searched for form and land/ For years and years I roamed/ I gazed a gazeless stare/ At all the millions here/ I must have died alone/ A long, long time ago Who knows? Not me/ We never lost control/ You're face to face/ With the man who sold the world

Tom Thumb - Bitter Ruin I'm waving in the wind a flag of white, but I'm not scared/ See, this whole scenario can only to me serve/ Become a bounty hunter, justifying laws/ I break by bringing bodies back to bounds/ And I know I'll be burnt/ But I can stand a flame or two/ To catch you And I know what you're running from/ And I know what you're running from/ And I know what you're running from/ And I know what you're running from

Come Along - Cosmo Sheldrake We'll dance and sing 'til sundown/ And feast with abandon/ We'll sleep when the morning comes/ And we'll rise by the sound of the birdsongs Come with me catch a rare type specimen/ Cuddle up with a hesitant skeleton/ We'll break our fast with friends/ Once we're fed we shall disappear rapidly/ Many moons to the west of here and happily/ Our journey never ends Shut your ears when sirens sing/ Tie armbands to your feet/ Listen up and you won't go wrong again/ Float along on a verse-less song and then/ Get to where the two ends meet

Exploitation - The Silent Comedy The pressure, it's risin'/ To let the shadows in/ The face of your father/ It's in the darkness/ You'll fake it, you'll fight it/ You'll scrape and scrub your skin/ The stain and the fire/ Your fate's decided So pick a spot on the wall/ Stare at it with all the strength you've got/ And if the lighting's right/ Seein' shapes so you won't think at all in the dark/ Wide awake when all those men have gone/ You cry for mother's god/ Swear at him/ Say I've had enough!

Icarus - Jason Webley I wake up every morning/ To the sound of motors roaring/ They are drowning out the voices in my head/ At night while I am sleeping/ I can hear the angels speaking But I can't recall a single thing they said I see their lips move clearly/ I feel their presence near me/ But each word they try to tell me just slips through the cracks/ I push, I strain, I wrestle with my brain/ And then a voice from somewhere whisper to relax

What the Water Gave Me - Mishkin Fitzgerald I dared to heal and soon/ I soon forgot to feel, the lights were on/ But everything was gone, the beast, he screams/ He begs upon his knees for me to run I run into his arms I had to let him out/ Just once it was enough to take the doubt/ And turn it into truth, the beast was free/ So guilty I will plea/ His hands among the stars/ Each one will come to pass The damage caused was great/ My love has turned to hate, I beg for death/ But sleep will never come, I curse the sun/ The beast and I are one

Rivolta Silenziosa - Humanwine They sling our marrow like it's fodder/ Mortaring morticious brothers/ We'll never get out of this place alive/ If these walls, these walls keep closing in Into practiced chains of blather/ Bubbling a thick blood lather/ Washboard ribs and broken cribs/ These walls, these walls keep closing in

Love Will Tear Us Apart - Joy Division You cry out in your sleep, all my failings exposed/ There's a taste in my mouth as desperation takes hold/ Just that something so good, just can't function no more Then love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again Then love, love will tear it apart again Love, love will tear it apart again

[dragons-in-spaceee]

Welcome to my over the top breakdown of every scrap of information I can find on the phm trailer :)👍 This is just me rambling for a few hundred words so yeah I dunno what I’m talking about really, just having loads of fun coming up with ideas! Also I’m VERY bad at remembering the specifics of books so I might’ve gotten some of the comparisons with the book wrong!! Feel free to correct me or add anything!

First of all: PICTURES!!!

We’ve got a bunch from Gosling’s speech about the film, handily with a couple of stills from the film in the background. The ones used in articles have Grace in the front with Stratt maybe next to him?? Not sure about that. These pictures are another reason for me to be soooo excited about Grace’s design in the film because oh my goshhhhhh look at his wee glasses and curly hair it’s so perfect to me. Also good to see a bit of variety in his outfits with something more chill (just a t shirt and overshirt here, which I think suits him so well) than the outfits he was wearing in the behind the scenes pictures leaked where he’s wearing that big yellow jacket with a suit and tie underneath.

Other picture here is from @saturn-is-sick and I am absolutely batshit insane about this photo because oh my god literally everything is perfect look at ittttttt!!!! The outfit is absolutely EVERYTHING TO ME because AUGH it’s sooooo Grace I love it. The glasses hanging off his head is so cute and silly as well <333 But ofc the best thing in this image is the SPACESHIP DESIGN?!?!!? I was genuinely so so worried they would make the interior of the hail mary all shiny led futuristic Blue Glow screens (y know the kind) but this is so Apollo/Shuttle era or Star Trek style buttons and glowing lights it’s so so cute and soooo exactly the vibe I think really fits. I think I also just really love how warm toned that whole image is. Our warm boy Gracie <3333

Okay now digging into the trailer itself!! This description is coming from this article here, and I’ll intersperse with random things I’ve picked up from other articles and reviews.

“In the footage, we meet Ryan Gosling as Ryland Grace, a college professor at what appears to be a rather small school. A woman named Eva (Sandra Hüller) comes into his classroom and asks him if he wrote a specific paper. He says he did, but he was fired for it. Well, it seems, his theories could be useful because the rumors everyone has heard on Earth are true. The Sun is dying. He’s whisked off by Eva to help.”

I like the idea that he’s at a small school in the beginning. It was never really implied otherwise but I like them sticking with the “he’s just some guy” vibes. Though he’s defo a teacher not a professor.

All of this seems very accurate to the book so far, and I feel this description implies the vibes of the book remain the same as well!!

There is one thing that concerns me a little, which is some confusion surrounding what Grace’s theories were? This summary doesn’t really imply anything other than what’s in the book, but in the two separate YouTube videos I watched giving a run down of the trailer, they described his theories as predicting the Sun was dimming before anyone noticed? I wonder if the trailer just accidentally implies that or leaves it a bit ambiguous, making people think that’s what his original work was on. It does just make me wonder though, because nothing I’ve read or watched about the trailer mentions the Petrova line, and there’s so much more focus on ‘the Sun is dying!!!’.

““This is Project Hail Mary,” Eva says as she and Ryland enter a massive room filled with very smart-looking people.”

Nice, all matching up so far, although I didn’t think they named/came up with the actual project till later? I thought when Grace was first recruited it was just a bunch of scientists across the world and not an actual coalesced plan yet.

“Later, Eva explains that the sun isn’t the only star that’s dying. Many stars are all showing a pattern of infection across the universe, except one. A plan is in place, but Ryland almost can’t believe it so he lays it out. It involves near-light-speed travel that doesn’t exist and travelling so many miles the astronauts will never make it home. He’s told it’s that or the entire world dies. “Who is gonna sign up for that?” Ryland asks. And everyone is quiet, staring at him. He can’t believe it. He’s not an astronaut, but Eva says they say they don’t need an astronaut, they need an expert. “I put the ‘not’ In astronaut,” he says. “You have the right stuff, but I have the wrong stuff.””

So this takes place “later”, where now they’ve found out about other stars and Tau Ceti, and the Hail Mary mission is first coming together. All sounds good and faithful to the book.

It’s this conversation after Grace lays out the mission where I’m… confused at best, and worried at worst. Grace appears to be told from the start that he is being recruited to be one of the astronauts???? I thought the whole point of the book was that he was being manipulated by Stratt, that he thought he was just a scientific adviser until the very end, at which point he felt to betrayed to be led along like that. Grace is very much not the first choice on the list of astronaut candidates anyway, where’s Shapiro and our other astronauts??? I’m not giving up hope about this, given just how many reviews of the trailer have been raving about its accuracy to the book, but this would be an insanely major thing to change, so even the possibility worries me a little.

“As you can guess, Ryland goes into space anyway. There are some super cool images of the ship in a deep, dark nothing. He wakes up out of a sleep with a big beard. We see him doing a bunch of weird stuff on the ship. He floats into space for a second. Eventually, the ship enters a shimmering pink area and, on the other side, we see another spaceship.”

Okay so these scenes sound soooo awesome oh my goshhhh!!!!! I looove the sound of “deep, dark nothing”! That really conveys what space is actually like to me, and emphasises just how HUGE the distance he’s travelling is!!! I love the idea that they’re really hitting that home. The “shimmering pink area” is intriguing, I wonder if it’s just the effect from the light of the star, or some of the Petrova light? Shoutout to Grace’s beard also haha!!! It’s gonna be so cool to see how much his appearance changes throughout the film!

“This other ship looks like it’s almost made out of wood. Very thin, sharp pieces of wood, all stacked on top of each other.”

I’ve heard other sources raving about Rocky’s ship design as well so apparently it looks amazing. It certainly sounds really cool, and I love how truly alien it feels.

“It slows down next to Ryland’s ship. Out shoots a small cylinder. Ryland freaks out that the ship is sending him something. He thinks it’s a bomb but, when it just bounces off his ship, he realizes it’s a message. We see the ships connect and Ryland go into the alien ship, which is much more biological than Ryland’s. “Anybody home?” he asks as he drops in a light. But then the light comes back. He gets to a window at the end of the tunnel and a two-fingered hand touches the window.”

Classic Grace moments here, very much his attitude and style. The fact that Rocky’s ship is “much more biological than Ryland’s” is so so so cool!!! I can’t wait to see the two side by side, I bet it’s going to show as such a vast contrast, which is such a cool way of showing that - this is first contact with another species from another planet!!! Two-fingered hand is weird though - I thought Rocky had three?

“Cut to Ryland doing a video. “So, I met an alien,” he says. “And he’s growing on me. Not in me, which was at one point a concern.” There are a few more shots of Ryland seemingly working with the alien though we don’t see it, and that’s that.””

So now we find out how they’re going to translate all his internal monologue to something for the big screen - the same video logs that Mark Watney did in The Martian. Do feel that’s copying his style a bit but honestly there’s no other way to do it and it still makes for a very fun format. Plus, since at some point Grace I’ll have Rocky to converse with, the video monologues will probably take a back seat. Also some good old Gracie humour there hah!

Some other notes from various other articles:

Basically everywhere is super hyped about it, saying it’s really faithful to the story and the vibes of the book. There’s been so much talk of it being “the scifi film of 2026”, and even someone speculating about Oscar winnings already?! If you just watch a couple of the YouTube videos on it (which is like, the most filmbro content I’ve ever watched in my life, but they’re actually not bad), people just seem soooooo excited about it and I’m totally feeding off that energy!!!! It genuinely just feels so exciting and wonderful to be surrounded by so many good reviews and so much anticipation.

Gosling described it as “ambitious”, and that it’s made for the big screen, not just watching it at home on the telly. The ambitious thing makes me a little nervous but I think it’s probably just a testament to how faithful they have tried to be to the book, and how much this kind of film really has never been done before. I personally cannot WAIT to see it in cinemas!!!! Imagine what an experience that will be!!!!

The trailer is apparently set to “Sign of the Times” by Harry Styles, which when I started listening to it, seemed a bit overdramatic for the phm vibe, but I actually think it really fits the vibe at the end of the book? Where Grace and Rocky are just throwing everything they possibly can at this mission to save their species - that kind of desperation and reckless hope and determination. Something like that anyway. I do wonder what the actual film soundtrack will be like. One of the directors commented a while back that fans of the Martian film will love project hail mary, and for me, what really makes the Martian is the use of the music. It’s part of the human nature of it all to me - Mark is stuck in this awful situation but he still dances and listens to music, and it’s really upbeat and happy in the face of his situation. Obviously with Rocky however, I don’t know if they’ll have Grace listen to music? What would that sound like to Rocky? I don’t know if they’ll work it in somehow, because I’m not sure how they would retain the magic that the Martian has without some banging tunes.

Anywayyy I think that’s well enough rambling from me, the main takeaway I think is that everyone seems really hyped about the trailer, so think this is going to be good!!!!!!

[lovingherrscher]

Kabedon gone wrong ft BSD Men

Ft: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Nakajima Atsushi, Oda Sakunosuke, Fyodor Dostoevsky.

Warning: crack, fluff, some suggestive contents, a bonus ft 15!Dazai & Chuuya. Fuck off if you're tryna file a complaint on me.

Best with: Uninvited School - Blue Archive OST

Dazai

He knows what this is. Ofc, what do you expect from this man?

Will try that out even when you two are at the ADA. He doesn't give a damn about his co-workers covering Kyouka's eyes.

Might use that to initiate a make out session in the office.

His style is using one hand to trap you as his other lift your chin up so your eyes are locked.

"Uh...Osamu..? What are you doing?"

You knew that moment when you asked Dazai whether he knows what a kabedon is, you fucked up. As by now, you're trapped between the Agency's nearest wall and your beloved Dazai's arm.

His free hand spare no mercy as he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. If not for the ruckus everyone else is causing in the background, you could've focus more on those brown orbs you adore so much, but alas, this isn't your shared apartment, but the Agency, and well, Kyouka is there too.

Your background was a Kunikida who had broke his who-knows-how-many pen in this week, a Yosano in the back sighing as she was covering innocent Kyouka's eyes. At the same time, the Tanizaki siblings were reacting differently, as Naomi were fangirling over the scene, her "I want you to do that too, dear brother~" didn't went unheard, Tanizaki, on the other hand was flushing as he tries to refuse his little sister. The luckiest thing were probably Atsushi was accompanying Kenji out for a job, while Ranpo was too busy munching on his snacks, though the scene didn't went unnoticed to our great detective.

"Now, what do you say we continue this later, just you and me in our bedroom, hm?"

Dazai whispers in your ears, right before Kunikida strangles the man as he dragged him away, claiming he won't let that bandage-wasting-device ruin the perfect scenery of the office anymore.

Chuuya

He knows what this is, like Dazai. But due to the height (dis)advantage, he may or may not perform this to his lovely s/o.

If you beg him till he deems enough, he may consider giving you what you want, but would be a little different.

He'll use his leg to trapped you instead, so instead of a kabedon we'll have a ashidon. Oops?

Jokes aside, I personally think he'll be using one hand and one leg on both side so you cannot escape.

"Your... wish is my command, princess."

You could've swore you felt him sighing as he press on each syllable. And how did this happen again? It kinda cost you a bottle or two of Chuuya's favorite wine, plus one night with you wearing his favorite lingerie set, which of course, he chose that out for you himself. All of that, just for a fleeting moment of recreating your favorite scene in a certain shoujo manga. Was it all worth it?

But right now, as you, trapped between the ginger and the wall, you felt no regret. It wasn't exactly like how you imagine it would be, as he traps you with a hand on this side, and a leg on the other side, supposedly due to your lover's (dis)advantage of heights. But it's counted, right? This still count as a kabedon, right?!

You could saw his smirk, the one he always did before he beats up the enemies, and that moment you knew you fucked up. Chuuya took his chance while you were still loading and leaned in, his face unbelievable close to yours, "You wouldn't mind if I claim my payment right here, would you?"

Oda

God. This man. Where do I even start?

Like our boi sushi, he won't know what this is until he asked his friend Dazai.

Definitely not Dazai laughing his ass off in the bar while Oda is just like "Oh, i understand now." as if nothing just happened.

Man is a walking pole I tell you so he'd definitely be able to do this without flaws.

His style will be using both hands as he leans close enough to kiss you, leaving no escape, the pressure from this man feel like he's going to eat us-

When you first asked Oda for a kabedon, you honestly didn't think it'll be something like this. He admitted that he didn't know what that is, so at time like this, Oda'd seek help from his best friend. Dazai, was more than happy to assist him in this, so the two spent a whole night at Lupin studying about kabedon, while Ango in the back refuse to add this 'weird' knowledge.

So when the tutoring session end, Oda decided to try his newly acquired skill on you, like you asked for. You, caged in between his hands, your back was against the bedroom wall, the red-ish hue on your cheeks didn't went unnoticed as Oda leans in to steal your lips for a brief moment.

As you would describe, Oda's kiss taste like adulthood, filled with bitterness. The slight taste of caffeine and the harsh, painful taste of cigarettes, mixed with a hue of whiskey, just like him. And you love it, you love the addicting bitterness you can never get enough, and the mafioso loves that sweet, not-so-innocent taste of yours as well.

But worry not, for the night is still young. And who's to say Oda will let you go that easy?

Atsushi

Needs to be persevered.

Too precious for his own good.

He mistook that for a type of rice bowl at first but after Dazai explains what it is (cue the whole ADA holding their laughter in the background) sushiboi almost fainted.

The first time is kinda awkward so you had to show him how it's done.

Kinda backfired on him, poor boy-

"(y/n)..? What are you doing?!"

The white-haired flinched slightly as you cornered him to the nearest wall, hands on both side so he can't run away.

"Showing you how it's done, of course!"

Earlier today, when Dazai was talking about kabedon down the cafe, Atsushi couldn't help but ask what was that. Maybe the tiger's fur has, erm, overgrown in the ear, so that's why he mistook it as a new kind of ricebowl. Dazai was staring for a good while before burst out in laughter, which quickly spread to the Tanizaki siblings, and Yosano, even the infamous detective Ranpo, who was currently enjoying his parfait had to pause a bit so he can join the wagon.

You were running an errand so by the time you came back, everything has ended, but luckily for you, you have Naomi at your back! She told you everything, even that part later on when Dazai had to explain what a kabedon is to Atsushi. So an idea popped up in that small, mischievous head of your. Why not show him how it's done?

And that leads us back to the present as you were cornering Atsushi, the pinkish hue spreaded all over you two's cheeks. Yet what surprised you was that Atsushi decided it's his time to strike back as he leans up and claim your lips. The sudden act made the gears in your head stopped, inevitably, your hands slowly slipping off their positions, so he took that as a chance to grab your wrist and pinned you down the mattress.

"You know, (y/n). I am a man too, and as they said, men are hungry wolves. So why don't you let me have a taste then?"

Fyodor

This man? Yes, he speaks Japanese fluently, even better than a Japanese person even. But when it comes to culture and stuffs he's a complete fool.

Luckily for him, the (beloved) clown is there to assist!

Nikolai gave him a private tutoring session later, he even prepares some documents (shoujo manga) to help his friend understand faster, though I doubt this is needed with his intelligence...

After the tutoring session, he'd achieved the level of a almost-perfect kabedon. With one hand and one leg on both side, his free hand is free to lift your chin, as you were forced to lock eyes with him, he'll take no time but lean in for a quick, chaste kiss that's just enough to make you yearn for more.

When it comes to this foreign language, Fyodor is confident that he doesn't sound one bit like an outsider. But he doesn't pay that much focus to culture and anything else, because to him, language is just an another tool he uses to achieve his utmost goal.

So when you first brought up the topic of a 'kabedon', he had no idea what that is. But Nikolai, who was, coincidentally present at the moment, decided to jump in, "No worries! I'll teach you everything you need, Dos-kun!" before dragging his best friend somewhere else.

And the jester stays true to his words, as he brought out everything you need for a, erm, lesson? From illustration to videos as examples, even a dummy from where ever the hell he keeps it. He has everything he needed, and to make it even more, fancier, as he claimed, Nikolai even took them out from his cloak, just like Dora*mon.

Results? Well, now you can enjoy the feeling of a shoujo manga heroine with your beloved man, as he had mastered the art of kabedon, with one hand on the side, and one leg on the other side, the demon can seize the chance to grab your chin, forcing your eyes to met his violet irises, which you once told him they're like a kind of drugs, since once you've gaze upon them, you could never escape.

As you lost yourself in his eyes, Fyodor had his lips pressed against your in a swift movement, but the moment didn't last long, as the kiss were quick to come and quick to leave as well. But then there comes another chaste kiss, follows by another, leaving you hungry for more.

"I have to admit, I do enjoy your helpless state, myshka. Why don't you show me more?"

15!Dazai + 15!Chuuya

You were going to try this out on them, but it backfired, of course. And now we have an uno reverse card situation. But again, who wouldn't want to be sandwiched between these two?

Who would've knew a small shenanigans of your could lead to such huge consequences? You, trapped between the most powerful duo of Port Mafia, and maybe the whole Yokohama even.

It was when your braincells decided they're gonna take a break for today and let the stupid part do all the work, so as you three were in Dazai's office, you, out of all questions decided to ask them about kabedon. The two young boys exchanged a look before nonchalantly replies in unison,

"No. Care to teach us?"

If it were to be your everyday self, you would've refuse because there is absolutely no way they can't know what it is. Unfortunately, your braincells are on their vacation, and you waltzed right in their hands. So you asked them to stand over the nearest wall, and after struggling for a good while, congratulations, you managed to trapped the two in your arms. Their backs pressed against the wall as your hands rested right by the side of their heads,

"I guess... It looks like this?"

Before you could leave, or could even register what was happening, Dazai and Chuuya had quickly pulled you back. As by now you became the trapped one, Dazai on your right and Chuuya on your left, they tower over your body.

"I think it's our turn now. Don't ya think so?"

Followed by Chuuya's words, a kiss was placed on both side of your cheeks. You couldn't possibly imagine you, being toyed by two younger boys like this. But oh how the table had turned. Dazai, being the faster soon places a kiss on your lips, ignoring the complaints coming from the ginger.

"Now you are mine~"

"Hey! Since when was she yours, you suicidal freak?!"

Chuuya, didn't want to be left behind, suddenly pulls you towards him and claim your lips in a rougher manner comparing to his partner.

When you two parted, Dazai was holding onto you from behind, only now you see him acting like a true child. And Chuuya, who obviously doesn't want to lose, holding you close to him,

"Until you can choose, would you be ours?"

[bettystonewell]

So I woke up to 100 followers this morning, and I was really surprised.

THANK YOU!

I’m still learning my way here, but hopefully I’m getting better.

I know people on all different platforms do celebrations like writing prompts and stuff, but a) I’m a slow writer and b) I’m lazy. So I thought, now might be a good time to release this:

TO YOU I BELONG

SNEAK PEAK

Chapter 1 coming 21/02 🇦🇺⏱️

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

From Chapter 7: Honeydaying

Sitting on the edge of his bed, hunched over, arms leaning on his thighs, Dean twisted the small pill bottle in his hands, listening as each tablet fell to the bottom. There weren’t many, six at most, and they rattled around in there, waiting for him to open the lid and take one out.

Or man up and throw them in the trash like he’d planned.

The problem was, he knew how his body would react to not taking the daily suppressant. He’d experienced it before. And if his inner alpha was overprotective of you now, it was about to turn into a possessive dick the second the drug’s effects wore off in T minus twenty-four hours, if he…

No.

Not if.

He was doing this. He was gonna claim you and make you his.

Which is why even though the trashcan was only three feet in front of him, he still sat there unmoving from the memory-foam cushioning his ass…

Fuck. Why was this so hard?

He put the pills down on his bedside table and leant back into the mattress, fishing his phone out from his jean pocket. The denim hugging his hips was too tight, and he had to lift himself up a few inches to yank the device free, unlocking it with a couple of taps and a swipe up.

His fingers continued to work the touch screen, locating contacts, flicking down to the letter J, and hitting the green call button. At least there was one thing he wasn’t hesitating over.

He heard the click and a familiar voice fondly speak his name before he’d even brought it up to his ear.

“Dean Winchester.”

“Hey, Jody. How’s it going?” Dean stood up off the bed and moved to the closet.

“Good. Although I’m a little surprised to hear you ask me that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The door creaked in protest, as did his back, though it cracked more than creaked when he arched over to reach his green duffle he’d thrown on the floor after the hunt in Iowa. The couple of weapons he hadn’t bothered to put away hit against each other as the bag swayed and gravity played with their weight.

“Just that you don’t call me unless you need something or someone’s dead. Oh god. Is Sam okay? What have you boys gotten into now?”

“Alright, first off, that’s insulting.” He emptied the contents onto the bed, pulling out a shirt that had wound its way around his shotgun. “And second.” He brought the fabric up to his nose for a sniff test. It needed washing, or burning with added salt. The remnants of nameless monster guts clung to the collar, and he didn’t hesitate to throw it out. Those pills though... “Everything’s fine. Sammy’s alive last time I checked.

“I wanted to know how you were. What’s wrong with that?” He caught the phone between his neck and shoulder, freeing his hands up to open the chamber of his prized weapon. The racking was rather loud when he closed it back again, and he grimaced. Jody was going to notice that.

“Nothing,” she said. “But that’s not why you’re calling.”

Why did he attract people who could see right through him? “Well, ah, to be honest, I need a favour.” He took a long breath in, preparing himself to deliver his news. “I met my soulmate and—”

“What?” Her high-pitched squeal had him dropping his shoulder and her. “Are you sure?”

Seriously! It’s like she was trying to cut him deep. “What do you mean, am I sure? I know my own damn initials,” he shouted down at his phone. Luckily, it had only landed on the bed. He did not have the patience or time to get a new one.

He ditched the shotgun and picked up Jody, bringing her back to his ear.

“So you’re no longer running solo, huh? Finally claimed someone! What are they? An omega, a beta? Or another alpha like you?” She chuckled. “I’d love to see that.”

‘Bitch.’

‘Dude. This is Jody.’

‘She’s insulting our mate.’

‘No, she’s insulting you, you dick.’

“Ah, an omega, and I haven’t claimed her yet,” Dean said, cringing when his inner alpha interrupted him again. His eyes searched for the pill bottle and gave it a once over. No, no. This was gonna be hell, but he’d grin and bear it. “That’s why I was calling—”

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the Ds are Hot. the mind has thoughts. ThoughtD: thoughts on HotD is back again for another week. House of the Dragon season 2 episode 6, here we go

they've added Storms End and Rooks Rest to the opening tapestry, that's nice. i like that

Triarchy mentioned! (for those who did not read F&B, the Triarchy is a union between the free cities of Tyrosh, Lys, and Myr that existed at this time)

man, Aemond sucks. i can't wait for all his plans to fall apart around him

you'd think someone with such mommy issues would be just a little more willing to listen to his mother's opinion

i like the choice of Darklyn as the guy who secretly has Targaryen ancestry. the marriage in question is enough generations back to have been before the conquest, a time when we don't have a very detailed Targaryen family tree, and the Darklyns are close enough to Dragonstone that a marriage back when the Targaryens were just a regional power makes sense

it makes sense that, if they were getting people back for Daemon's visions, they'd get Paddy Constantine

"did you say it" i like that, at least in this one thing, they're leaning into the ambiguity of F&B

oh my god Daemon is loosing his mind

i quite like Alys Rivers as a character

can't believe Seasmoke let this man think he was gonna ride him. what a scamp

and now that the search for dragonriders is stalling, here's Addam and Alyn of Hull!

and now that the search for dragonriders is stalling, here's Ulf the White!

if only Aemond knew what his one and only sex worker was saying about him

YES RHAENYRA SLAP THAT MAN

"it suits you" is it just me or is there, like, a sapphic vibe coming from Mysaria this episode?

damn, Larys really thinks he's smooth. "you need a hand. someone... shrewd" yeah alright my guy

they're still not shy about showing us Aegon's wounds, huh?

Aemond! get away from him! he did nothing wrong did many things wrong but he doesn't deserve this!

love Rhaena talking with little Joff. adorable

that's an enormous burn. how did they not notice that earlier?

it has become very clear now that they are, in fact, giving Nettles' plot line to Rhaena. i am incredibly disappointed by this

Alyn* of Hull is pulling an Egg, shaving his head so his Valyrian hair isn't obvious

Mysaria's plan was... a canoe full of produce? what?

MANY produce canoes??

there is war in the reach. will we see the war in the reach? will we see a certain boy riding his beautiful blue dragon in the war in the reach?

DAERON MENTION

we're learning a lot about Daeron this episode. we would learn even more if we ever got to see him no i will not let this go

and now that the search for dragonriders is stalling, here's Hugh the Hammer!

produce canoe riots

this is the second time this season Helaena has gone into town with her mom and had a horrible time. when will it end?

Mysaria lingering there with the Queen, overlooking the sea. i'm once again sensing sapphic vibes? am i just reading into this?

look Larys I can appreciate you sharing your experience with disability with the permanently injured king but for god's sake man, let him have his painkillers

the path to redemption lies through hallucinations of your dead brother grieving his wife

guys, i don't think Daemon's doing okay

"fine, i'll do it myself" - Seasmoke, on being provided with potential new riders

Mysaria tragic backstory unlocked and, uh, holy fuck

guys am i just imagining these sapphic vibes NO APPARENTLY I WAS NOT IMAGINING. this woman already fucked Daemon and now she's going for Rhaenyra, what a legend

once again, loved this episode, loving this season, see y'all next week

*edited because i cannot for the life of me remember which one is Addam and which one is Alyn (Addam is the dragonrider)

[busyxfangirling]

The second season is honestly becoming increasingly harder to watch because what are they trying to do?

The show is titled Loki but he feels like a side character is his own show, I know many MANY things are happening but literally Loki is not the central figure driving the story.

My expectations were low but I did not know Disney could do this much worse!!!!

What the FUCK was episode 3 with the Miss Minutes thing and weird little Ravonna/Victor attempt???

Marvel is just getting worse and worse with what they're putting out, I want the character or even narrative driven stories back where people were well fleshed out, had consistency and their actions made sense to who there were!!! This feels like just trying to sell shock value because you know you have a base of consumers who will stay to see what happens to their favourite character.

They are absolutely ignoring all the material they have available to them to work with! This Loki has only experienced things till the Avengers movie, there is so much character deep dive they could do! What is the point of giving them their own show and then not talking about them at all??

I'll come to the queer things later cause boy do I have a list for that, but first of all, Loki is not a new character in any capacity??? He has been loved and is arguably the biggest fan favourite since his introduction, the amount of theories about him and what people would like to see is very well known!! Right in front of them is his still unclear feelings in his adoption, about being a Jotun, loosing his family and the complicated relationships with them. I can see they are acknowledging his God of Mischief status a little bit but!! Trickster!! Let us see him be a wild card properly!! Not in the sense of betraying his new TVA family - that's what it is and you can fight me on that- but being chaotic!! Yes, using his magic like with Brad!! SHOW ME HE IS A GOD!!!

The worst thing is how lost everyone feels, like I'm not talking about the whole free will conundrum everyone is going through, that is spectacular! Unfortunately it is not coming across, we literally don't get to hear any of the characters talk about what they think of it. There was the key lime pie moment but no follow up to what that is for Loki? It's just one crisis after another, maybe rehash some of what has already happened, bring back the seriousness of this!! The entire multiverse is at stake but we'll make it look like whimsical wishy-washy stuff??!??!!!

Don't get me wrong, I am LOVING the time travel aspect of it, where it looks like Loki/Mobius are on cute dates. But then make it real, the fucking queerbaiting is ridiculous. The throw-away comment in season one about looking being bi was just that and nothing else. And I'm not saying this cause aww they look cute together! But also cause the development of their relationship has been as such!! They have been very dependent on each other and that's not being addressed at all.

I know there are multiple posts about a possible betrayal and my fear is that they're going to try to use that to basically change everything about the characters again, a lot of OOC based on the fact that oh yeah they're going through an existential crises so it makes sense.

Sylkie made barely any sense to me even apart from the whole selfcest issue- they just imposed a the structure of what a straight relationship should be where there was barely any chemistry. S1 E3 had them as really good chaotic siblings/twins and then adding the romantic tones to that really ruined it. Trying to bring it back, possibly, is just weird cause so far they want very different things. These people just don't align together, stop forcing them to? The fact that they refuse to even talk about that kiss shows that they are keeping it open and not just acknowledging that "hey, we don't want the same things in life and I'm happy for you, you matter a lot to me but a romantic relationship is not happening. Also cause you know, we're the same person, lol."

Sylvie as a character is also very confusing rn, there is honestly no need for her to keep coming back in this way??? I'm going to reserve further opinions because half the season is left but I dont expect anything to really get better.

[flubnuggetpurple]

Dove Cameron’s Alchemical album is so fucking bat coded I feel like a conspiracy theorist.

(This went off the rails at one point, so WARNING: vague mentions of sexual assault and being drugged without consent)

First song: Lethal Woman.

Cass, all over, right? The bridge is “she walks like a saint, floats like an angel, sharp like a knife under the table”

c o m e o n

Second song: Still.

“Man on the screen, they only see whatever you want them to see” and “Supernova self-erasing, hourglass is always draining”

Could be either Tim or Bruce, but I lean toward Tim because of “how dare you, dare me to love you, if you jump I will too” because whenever Tim decides he loves someone, he’s the ride or die, ends of the earth type, even if they don’t even know who he is. A) how and why he became Robin in the first place, B) The Cloning Thing, C) an argument could be made for the Captain Boomerang thing (but now that I think of it, I think I’m mostly basing this off fanon oh well ontotgenextone).

Song Three: Breakfast.

I will admit out the gate that this one’s a reach, so I’m just going to leave Selina here.

Song Four: Sand.

For this I’m thinking Tim or Jason, for different reasons.

For Tim;

“I saw the end when we began, you couldn’t love the way I can, I tried to bargain with the stars, for more than half your heart but you have more pieces of me than the dessert has sand, and I have less pieces of you than I could hold in my hand” and “our love’s misaligned, ‘cause you’re on my mind every night, I stretch out the time, and now I know why.”

I’m just making it obvious I read the Red Robin run, aren’t I?

For Jason:

“What's worse, being wanted but not loved, or loved but not wanted? What's worse, hearing what you wanna hear, or hearing what's honest?” And “What hurts, is the one thing that you wanna do, is the one thing that you shouldn’t do”

Pre-death Jason, but like, right after the Garzonas thing.

Song five: White Glove.

Okay hear me out.

This is part one of the Dick Grayson saga; the persona he shows to the public. This is Richie Wayne. This is every honeypot mission he went on too young, every woman he’s had to seduce for information (it’s one hundred percent happened before don’t fight me) every source of sexual trauma (that one I’m ninety percent sure is canon) that keeps him up at night.

And this guy’s been a vigilante for over twenty years, he can absolutely recognize drugs by sight, smell, and how they feel when he’s too late to notice something slipped in his drink. He’s felt nearly every strain of fear toxin and every one of Ivy’s pollens. If anyone knows their drugs it’s pretty boy Richie Wayne and Robin.

Song six: God’s Game

This one I’m definitely taking some lines out of context, but for Jason, “Just a boy with a man's face, playin' God's game” is when he’s taking over Crime Alley, pit-mad and trigger happy. “I prepare with so much care, I was runnin', it was stunnin', I am desperate from delusions, not much of a solution, never knowin' what the truth is, oh, God” is when hid plans start to fall apart, when Bruce slits his throat with a batarang, when eventually the pit-madness eventually starts to wear off and he realizes what all he did to Tim, who was a child at the time, not to mention Robin.

He nearly became what the Joker was to him to the next Robin, and I feel like at some point that would occur to him.

Song seven: Boyfriend.

(…Admittedly, I don’t think this one has any grounding in canon and if it does, feel free to educate me.)

So, obviously I could mention Kate Kane at this point, but I know basically nothing about her, so instead I’m going to talk about Steph.

So Steph has definitely had some shitty experiences with guys, right? Like, her dad to begin with, but also the guy who got her pregnant (at like fourteen? Maybe I’m just sheltered, but I don’t think anything about that relationship was heathy—again, I haven’t read many of the comics, so correct me if I’m wrong), then Tim, which, I love him as a character, but didn’t he date her in the mask for like, months, and I have some vague recollections of some dickish things he said (i know i know i need to read more comics)—whatever. Men are shitty.

I have a scene in my head. Like, Steph’s in college, at a bar with friends or something, maybe it’s an under cover op, idk, and there’s this girl she’s been lowkey watching all night. She doesn’t quite know why, but she just keeps catching her eye, and okay, it’s not like she’s never questioned her sexuality, she knows Cass. There have been Extensive conversations with Babs on the subject.

Anyway, so at some point, there’s obviously some sort of argument between the girl and the guy she came with and the girl’s crying, and Steph just Can’t Handle That.

She goes up to her, comforts her, makes a new friend, listens to the whole story.

And at some point, she has the thought.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him.”

She doesn’t necessarily do anything about it that night, but now that she’s had the thought, it won’t leave her alone.

Yeah. So. Maybe I’ll write that story later.

Song eight (last song): FRAGILE THINGS.

Dick Grayson part two; So your mentor (dad) just died, leaving you an angry murder child, another one hanging on by a thread after losing eighty percent of his support system, a grieving butler (grandfather), and a mantle the size of the Most Dangerous City in America. Any direction you move is going to hurt someone, and one kid is more likely to snap and murder people than the other, and hey, if you have to be Batman anyway, might as well let your brilliant kid brother be Nightwing, right? Except, whoops, you forgot to mention that last part and now Timmy thinks you just replaced him without telling him and fuck you knew you were forgetting something and now there’s a goddamned imposter Bruce and—

“Love is like a house of fragile things, where hearts can be broken as easy as antiques, and now there’s glass all shattered at my feet, what we built together, you left in smithereens.”

Anyway. This got kind of incoherent (or maybe it was from the start?)

I accidentally added a poll at the bottom and can’t figure out how to remove it, so.

[iguessitsjustme]

The On1y One Ep 11 Thoughts

I have been promised pain. And also that this show is going to need a second season aaaughghgiiu my face is bleeding what the fuck. Okay face done bleeding don’t absentmindedly pick at your skin kids I didn’t even realize I was doing it. ANYWAY. What was I talking about? Right. Apparently this show is going to need a second season which I am personally not a fan of because I prefer single seasons with a complete story and no loose ends. I also don’t like the odds of getting second seasons sooo. Also if I had to choose a second season for any show, I would choose Oh No! Here Comes Trouble before literally any other show. I digress. I’m bracing for pain. I’m sick and have nothing but my two pound bag of gummy worms to get me through. Under the cut:

I swear to god if this is foreshadowing, I WILL be weeping for the rest of the day.

THE SHOW IS FOCUSING ON THE GLASSES.THE GLASSES AS A NARRATIVE DEVICE. THE GLASSES AS IMPORTANT. THE GLASSES AS A SYMBOL. GLASSES <- completely normal for a glasses wearer that regularly forgets their own glasses. Guess what I’m not wearing right now.

Just a friendly reminder that I am OBSESSED with this soundtrack.

You’ve never seen anyone more normal than I am right at this moment.

The fact that neither one of them immediately pulled away from each other when they woke up. Just a confused look like “how did this happen?” Babes you’re in love which is gonna make things very difficult for you for many reasons.

Jiang Tian and Wang…mostly Wang…got everyone sharing a bed with their bunkmate now. God bless.

THE GOOD LUCK CHARM PUBLIC TRANSIT CARD AAAAAHHHHHSAKSJFHKLJDH

Okay so there’s something here. Jiang Tian is number 11 and Wang is number 5. Wang did better than Jiang Tian. Qihao also did extremely well. He placed first but did not fall into the same category as Wang and JiangTian (I’m not entirely sure how this system works and am working solely off of context clues here so forgive me if I’m wrong and also feel free to correct me). Anyway. Jiang Tian is looking at Wang, who did better than him, and he is so proud. He is smiling. He is happy for his friend brother future boyfriend send help step brother. He did not do as well as Wang. Compare that to Qihao, who was so proud of his accomplishment especially when he believed that he did better than the two of them. The second their results were revealed (after turning in the test early mind you), he started seething with jealousy. He will never be happy until he stops comparing himself to others. If his happiness is only when he is the victor, then life is gonna kick him hard. You cannot win everything all of the time. I know he feels lonely and like he has to try so hard to get what seemingly comes easy to Wang. But what he’s doing is not going to help him accomplish his goals. He should have gone to Wang for help. “You just transferred here and you’re already doing so well. Can you please share some study tips?” would have been so much more beneficial than hiring people to prevent Wang from taking the exam. Even Jiang Tian has more camaraderie with the class now specifically because of his relationship with Wang. All Qihao had to do was ask for help. I mean, that’s how Wang got where he was. He had Jiang Tian’s help. This just shows that camaraderie instead of competition is where true success lies.

Boy I love you but pick that up. Don’t just leave that mess for someone else to clean (I say sitting in my messy apartment but the difference is this is MY space and not a shared space)

Oooo locked in.

What a bad time for the teachers to walk into the gym.

Which one of these two is gonna crack first? Who is gonna give in to the love they share and who is going to be too afraid? What’s gonna happen. I have very real fear.

I am SCREAMING

And Wang is RIGHT THERE. Seeing this happen.

I knew I could count on Wang to give me an A+ reaction to the teacher kiss. Love it.

Nooo don’t kiss him while he’s sleeping noooo

Oh thank god.

Oh my god next episode IMMEDIATELY. This is gonna hurt me isn’t it?