#and that they're gonna have to work a bit harder to deal with it

[thewolfisawake]

"That is quite the conundrum to present, Balmoral. If not knowing of the other realms, I would find it difficult to believe. Although likely it will be a while, preparation in case of landfall is help--"

The king interrupted, "It's already in the Unseelie."

"Excuse me?"

Despite his disdain for it, Balmoral repeated, "It's already in the Unseelie. It has been since we left to meet the Seelie. I was uncertain of what it was at the time. However, since Creation allowed us to know what it was like around something corrupted, I am now certain it is here. Plans for quarantine are to be made and to be executed immediately because of that."

"Ashes and dust, Bal, you could've started with that!" Norval cried.

"I am informing you now and awaiting suggestion."

"Our quarantine zone certainly can't be in the citadel. Despite the likelihood of most cases coming from here. Why not the settlements on the surface? They're technically the furthest from us."

"No," Risteard soundly rejected the idea, "we are entering the harvest season, which means there are an abundance of hands flocking to the surface. If there is an outbreak up there, it is simply going to spread with the supply lines. And we cannot cancel the harvest altogether lest we intend to end up bartering outside the Unseelie for those losses. Norval, do you have the settlement maps?"

"Aye, aye~" he went and pulled out large hoop and headed towards middle of the war room's table. With a crack of his fingers and a firm slam onto the surface, wooden structures cascaded. They reflected the elevations and ridges and, of course, the establishments that encompassed the Unseelie's influence. The citadel was its center point with spider webs of caverns leading this way and that towards various pockets that reflected their own form of civilization.

Norval quipped, "We are in a bit of bind though. No one's just going to offer up their place for us to set up. Especially if it's some plague that can affect all the races within Unseelie."

"Why would we need to ask when we have the Beautiful Tyrant to order the relocation where he so pleases?" Risteard remarked, earning an amused snort from Balmoral. It was an option but he wasn't looking to cause tension in a time they needed all the unity they could muster. His eye examined the various paths, recalling his days trekking through and the encounters during the unification campaign.

"...We could do the Demilune Spring," Balmoral spoke, looking towards where it should be, "We push the approval of establishment and set up priority constructs. Those that are sent there can help clear out...the remnants and any further projects within capability. Of course compensated for their work and returned home when the cure is administered to them."

Siubhan appeared pensive as she said, "While I am not against hitting two birds with a stone, I do believe we owe both our opponents and our folks a clean sweep before throwing them into a graveyard. Of course, I would lead that and will depart this evening so that we might have this underway quickly. We can discuss providing security at this new quarters when I return. Please excuse me, Your Majesty, everyone."

She didn't look to him but Balmoral understood her stance. She was an honorable woman, after all. The Demilune Spring had been a sight of one of many atrocities committed for the sake of unification. To Balmoral, it was a necessary sacrifice. To Siubhan, it was a loss of good folks under her care. He couldn't deny her wishing to honor them before it became a Corruption 'infirmary. '

"For now, we will have to deal with finding corruption ourselves," Risteard said, leveling a look knowing his arrogance, "since your participation is out of the question, Balmoral. The last thing we need is the king getting infected. Considering the magnitude of this, we'll have to call that one to start calculating a how we might do a locator spell, a barrier erected properly...teleportation possibly as well."

"If the Corruption allows that to go through," Solanine reminded as she filed her claws, "but they're more an authority than me so let's hope we have a shot so we don't have to lose too many troops for escort."

"...I shudder thinking how that's gonna go. This is already gonna be a tough sale as is," Norval said sadly. His eyes darted between his compatriots. They seemed to be in silent agreement before he continued, "....which is why, Your Majesty, we have to address the other matter at hand."

To that, Balmoral looked over the table at his generals. His eye narrowed. He knew there was other reason besides exhaustion why Mhoirbheinn hadn't been in attendance. It pained him to have to separate so soon after it had caused such a stir with his lover but it couldn't be avoided for long. Especially with the Corruption already going to be an issue. But this coming up when it did...it didn't sit well with the king. He grit out, "On with it then."

[nobodysdaydreams]

Giving a complicated tragic childhood backstory to your favorite character is all fun and games, until you realize you need to account for how old all the other adult characters would have been at the time and realize that scenes that would work perfectly if one character was twenty three and the other was fourteen stop working when you need other characters who are played by adult actors clearly younger than they are to be in college at the same time so your story beats line up thematically.

[introvert-celeste]

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[thepigeonhasapen]

Finding Them When They're Trapped: Olympian Edition (NSFWish)

(I promise I'm working on requests but the horny bug bit ok)

🩷Aphrodite🩷

"Oh, darling, I'm afraid something simply tragic has happened. One of my suitors has taken advantage of me and left me like this!"

"...In your own bedchamber?"

Aphrodite waves a hand. As well as she's able to with the short chain connecting it to the bedpost anyway. "Sweetheart, it's sex. We don't need to apply logic to it."

"...I see." You sit next to Aphrodite, admiring the way the restraints draw her body into long, smooth curves. She wriggles in her chains, a deliberate enticement. An enticement too is the way she's looking at you, lashes fluttering and eyes locked sweetly upon your own.

"As I was saying..."

"Yes, yes, a horrible man left you tied to a bed and now I'm here to take advantage of that fact?"

"You do catch on quick, my dear."

⚔️Ares⚔️

Ares does not think this is funny. Unfortunately for Ares it is objectively pretty funny.

He glares at you from the bed, squirming against his chains. "Stop laughing and let me loose."

"I can't believe Aphrodite just left you like this!" You giggle. "I'm pretty sure she just straight up forgot you were here actually."

You can tell Ares is positively fuming about the whole thing. The headboard creaks as he yanks at the cuffs, but all the furniture upon Olympus is far too durable to break that easily. He glares at you once more and then sighs.

"Will you please set me free? I have something I wish to discuss with our dear Aphrodite."

Aphrodite has been so kind as to leave your favorite god naked, and you take advantage of this by resting your hand on his groin. You don't miss the sharp intake of breath when your skin touches his own.

"But it would be such a shame to let you go when I already have you here like this."

"I... be that as it may, I-" Ares's pupils blow wide with lust as you swing onto the bed to straddle his lap.

"Aphrodite isn't going anywhere. And-" You laugh. "Neither are you apparently."

"I suppose... my evening might still be salvageable after all."

🏹Artemis🏹

How embarrassing... to get caught in one of her own traps. Artemis is never going to live this down if anyone finds out about it. Too late for her, though, you've already found out about it.

"It's not funny! I just forgot where I set it, okay? Now let me down so we can both forget this ever happened."

Perhaps Artemis might be more intimidating if she wasn't blushing so fiercely. Oh yeah, and hanging upside-down by her ankle from a tree branch. That too.

"So if you're the prey, what's hunting you then? A deer? A bunny?"

You didn't think it was possible but Artemis blushes even harder. "Yeah, yeah, just get me down."

"Deal... but in exchange for not telling anyone about this, you'll owe me."

If looks could kill, not only would you be dead, you'd have been vaporized from existence. You start to walk away. "Or I guess you could just wait for somebody else to come by... Hermes, maybe?"

It doesn't take long for Artemis to break. "Okay, okay, deal! Now cut me loose before somebody sees."

As you're helping her down, Artemis shoots you another dirty look. "You’re just lucky I've got a soft spot for you."

🦉Athena🦉

One of the last places you expect to find Athena is stuck in a hole in the ground, but here you are. She looks up at you, visibly relieved to catch sight of you.

"Hail, Y/N. It would seem the Lady Artemis is leaving her pit traps strewn about the grounds. Again. I really must have a word with her about it. But first I require your assistance."

"Oh yeah? I hope you're not expecting me to carry you out of that hole." Look, Athena's like twice your size. You love her but it's just not gonna happen.

"No, nothing of the sort. If you could run to Hephaestus's workshop and fetch a ladder..."

You sit down at the edge of the hole, elbows resting on your knees. "I might do that. But to be honest, it's kinda hot seeing you be bested every once in a while."

"I was not bested. This was no battle of wills. This was my foolish half-sister being careless once again."

"Still... you being trapped is kinda doing it for me."

Athena sighs. "If you fetch me a ladder, I swear I will let you tie me up to your heart's content. Do we have an arrangement?"

"Done."

And you can't wait to take her up on that.

❄️Demeter❄️

"I'm going to kill that wretched foster brother of mine. We'll see if he can still throw his precious lightning bolts when he's encased in ice."

You've stumbled across Demeter cuffed to the railing of her balcony. You don't quite know what happened, but Zeus had something to do with it from the sounds of it.

"He told me I ought to get more sun! That it would be good for me! Put a smile on my face! Pah, as if there's anything to smile about upon this blasted mountain."

"Ahem," you say.

Demeter softens. "Ah... my apologies. Of course you give me cause to smile quite often."

"Would it make you smile if you said you looked cute in those cuffs?"

Demeter doesn't look in the slightest bit amused. "It most decidedly would not."

"Ah."

🍇Dionysus🍇

Dionysus had asked you to meet you in his vineyard but how strange, he doesn't seem to be here. Well, since you're here, you may as well look around. As you wander deeper through the plants, you hear rustling and the sounds of someone struggling.

He looks almost sheepish when you find him, half-buried in foliage with rogue vines twined around his limbs.

"Hey, so uh... there may have been a little... incident. Would you mind maybe lending a hand?"

"Don’t you have control over grapevines?"

"...These are special grapevines, yeah?"

And how kind of the vines to splay him out so beautifully. And to let him take off his cape first. And that all of his usual retinue is conveniently absent.

Dionysus shivers when you run a hand down his muscled chest. "And how exactly am I meant to help you if even a god as powerful as you can't set yourself free?" You stop just above where you're certain he wants you to touch him. "Shall I fetch someone to help?"

Dionysus whines when you remove your hand. "You’re such a damn tease, man! Just have your way with me already."

"I'm a tease? I'm not the one who's tied myself up in hopes of being ravaged."

"If you want we can switch places." Dionysus offers playfully.

"Hmm. Maybe later." You think you're gonna pass this up? Not a chance.

🪽Hermes🪽

You didn't expect to find the Messenger of the Gods tangled in a bunch of vines, but to be perfectly fair you're pretty sure he didn't intend for you to find him like that either.

"Oh, hi there, boss. I seem to have encountered a spot of trouble here but don't you worry, I'll be out in a jiffy."

He squirms, trying to free himself, but he's really just making the problem worse. Something he soon figures out when he sighs and looks helplessly at you.

"Don’t suppose you'd care to lend a hand?"

"Haha, oh alright," you manage through your giggles. "Hold on just a moment."

"Kinda can't do anything else," he points out.

You wade into the bushes, reaching for the vines that ensnare his wrist. Unfortunately, there's a bit more of them than you bargained for. One catches on your foot and you go tumbling forward, knocking both you and Hermes to the ground.

"Shit, sorry!"

But Hermes doesn't look as bothered as you thought he would. It's probably because your hand has landed squarely on his groin. You hadn't quite been sure if he was blushing before, but now he most certainly is.

He's not quite looking at you as he says, "You know it would really be a shame for you to let an opportunity like this go to waste, you know."

...He makes a valid point.

🔱Poseidon🔱

"Damn that blasted nephew of mine! I swear when I catch him, I'll- oh hello, dear! Would you mind helping your favorite sea god out of the predicament he's found himself in?"

You laugh. You can't help it; Poseidon looks absolutely ridiculous looking at you upside-down from the floor. Somehow he's ended up wrapped head to toe in chains, his arms pinned behind his back and his legs bound firmly together.

"What happened here?"

"That good for nothing nephew of mine, Hephaestus swore to me that he'd created chains so powerful that nothing could break them! I, of course, had to put such notions to rest. Nothing can overpower the might of the sea! Anyway, I uh..."

"So you let Hephaestus do this to you?"

You've never seen Poseidon look quite so flustered. "I, er... well, we don't need to linger on the past. Why don't you set me free and we can both go out to a nice dinner?"

"Not a chance, sea god." You drop to the floor beside him, greedily taking advantage of a sight you so rarely get to see. The might of Poseidon, bound. And looking quite handsome in his chains if you do say so yourself. "I think I've got a better idea than dinner."

It doesn't take Poseidon but a moment to catch your drift. "Ha! You best take advantage of the moment then because I don't imagine it'll be happening again."

Maybe. Or maybe Hephaestus will let you borrow these chains from time to time...

⚡️Zeus⚡️

It's funny... this situation that you've found Zeus in almost seems... familiar.

"Curses! Damnit... that blasted, darn Hephaestus... and my foul brother. I shall have both their heads for this, I swear..."

"Whatcha doin'?"

You've never seen the King of the Gods blush before. And certainly not so fiercely. "I um... well, I've run into a spot of bother. And it is entirely the fault of that wretched brother of mine. He insisted that these chains were unbreakable. Naturally, I had to show him the error of his ways. None can stand against the power of the heavens!"

Well, apparently being a cocky, arrogant idiot runs in the family. You drop to a crouch beside him, unable to keep the amused grin off your face. "And how's that working out for you?"

"Yes, yes," he huffs, "I can have a sense of humor like any other. You've all had your laugh. Now let me loose."

You reach down and squeeze between his legs, just enough that Zeus's eyes start to go hazy. He won't get mad at you for the imposition; he thinks far too much with his cock for that. "Oh, but I never get to top."

Zeus looks as if he's already having trouble formulating words. "Well... maybe just this once..."

Once? Not if you can help it.

[neptunbby]

₊‧⁺˖ Moon sign observations

( photos are from pinterest )

keep in mind that I'm not a professional!!! these are my own & general observations! whole chart needs to be taken into consideration for accuracy.

⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊

aries moons:

Very bold, blunt with their words, impulsive, don't have much patience.

They need to move and need to feel, they up for an adventure anytime!

Planning? Nahh, if there's opportunity for something then they going for it.

Child-like curiosity

Only one spark needed and then BOOM! People can misunderstand their passion and think that they are doing things out of anger.

They might get annoyed at people, who seem like they "lack passion and/or drive"

taurus moons:

They can come off as emotionally unavailable, but that's not the case! Every moon sign has it's own way of dealing with their emotions, for taurus moons, it can be a bit harder to express this side of them.

I noticed that they will share stuff with you, if they starting to feel closer!

They really don't like being rushed, just let them move in their own speed! It's hard to get them mad but once you do.. oh boy

They need security ( especially financially ) and comfort, or else they can be crabby.

gemini moons:

Can be really big overthinkers, they can struggle with anxiety.

Need their freedom very much as its usually the case with air signs. They need someone who they can bounce ideas back and forth with. Mental stimulation is very important for these individuals.

Creative with the way they use words, the way they speak. Can be good writers, poets.

cancer moons:

The moon is at home!

They can be really good with kids, speak one language with them and understand their emotional worlds because of their caring and sensitive nature.

Can cry a lot! I know it's cliché, but its true that they can get emotional pretty quickly! Happy tears can be common for them! It's not a bad thing tho, love that for them <3

However since they feel so intensely, they can get overwhelmed by their own emotions.

Cancer placements are *THE* mother, they just know how to make you feel comfortable and cared for. Ofc if developed, if not, well, that's another story. They can still make you feel comfortable but it might not come from the heart the care they give to you, but from other motives..

leo moons:

They can be really really generous, especially to their loved one's. It might be hard for them to stand up for their self, even when others take advantage of their kindness and generosity, because they might take pride in being "the better person".

Dramatic for sure, especially when they get offended. They're not gonna admit it tho that they are, but it's gonna show in their behaviour.

They love to express themself in some creative form! Probably because they adore being praised, complimented. It gives them confidence.

virgo moons:

Might hide it well, or try to hide it but the perfectionist is inside them, like usually in all virgo placments.

They can get really sensitive if what they have planned doesn't work out.

Also, they don't like showing negative emotions, sadness, any emotion that might make you think that they don't have it together. They don't want people to worry about their well being, because they want you to see them, that "everything is fine, I'm okay" even when it's far from the truth.

Always worrying about something

⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊⊹ ࣭ ⭑ .

libra moons:

They try to be fair with everyone. They can be stressed out of situations when they have to decide. They don't want to hurt others feelings, but if the matter is serious, then they're gonna be able to choose wisely.

If you force them to pick a side, and don't let them think, they're gonna get really pissed of. Don't push them too hard!!

Do love pretty deeply and full of kindness, no one can tell me otherwise!!

Can take things to heart, and start thinking "am I like this? is that really true?"

Can be anxious about what other people think of them, but to the extend that is like really concerning.

Pinterest is their safe place with their mood boards.

scorpio moons:

Now they are just as emotional and deep as their water sisters, but their emotions are hidden? Like its hard to grasp what's up with them.

Their emotion world is very intense and extreme. It might be hard for them to share it with people. Can even feel paranoid about sharing stuff with other's, if there's not a strong bond.

They can be very intuitive, I wouldn't recommend playing with them ( well, just don't play with people in general ) but especially with them because they will see through you in a minute.

The people to turn to if you want to talk about heavy stuff

sagittarius moons:

Might be scared of missing out on opportunities.

Always learning, from bad from good! everything is a lesson after all, you gotta see the positive and the negative from the story.

Very curious about their surroundings, about everything tbh! They always need to expand their minds with new knowledge, new experiences, it can give them fulfillment.

Very inspiring people!

capricorn moons:

They have a hard time expressing their emotions, processing their emotions because they tend to repress it so much. When there's an emotional crisis, they might start working on something, like no matter what, they just start working so they don't have to pay attention to their emotions and all that.

They might have a tendency to overload themself with a lot of work. And then they can worry about that everything must have to be done in time.

They really don't like crying infront of others, and showing their vulnerable side.

They just want to be there for other people, and lend a helping hand.

A lot of them grew up in an environment that was unsteady, not reliable parents, absent parents ( especially mother ), They do alone well, sure, I mean they were forced to, but in some cases, if they get into a relationship, they can be quite clingy if you can give them the emotional comfort, peace that they crave for & which from they lacked as a child.

aquarius moons:

People can misunderstand these individuals, because to others, they might come off as too cold, and they might look like they don't care. Can give people the wrong impression.

They want connections, they want to be around other people, it's that, when they need to deal and process emotions, they're prefer to do it alone.

Because of the misunderstandings, they might choose to withdraw from others to protect themself and their peace.

what's on their mind is unpredictable.

pisces moons:

The dreamers! very spiritual souls

The fantasy world they create for their self is where they find the most peacefulness. They could escape here when something big happens, that might be hard for them to deal with in reality.

Can experience a lot of spooky, paranormal stuff in their dreams or irl.

It can be hard for them to move on from people, places, memories.

⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊⊹ ࣭

Thank you so much for reading!! Let me know if you found this post useful and if you resonated with it!! Wish you a lovely day/night!! take care <3

[liliacamethyst]

just curious if there's an extra angsty alternative drabbles because i love ur work ! like in a scenario where sun-spider isn't able to care for herself because the pregnancy is taking a toll on her or she got extremely ill OR EVEN GETTING EXTREMELY injured during a mission and lets say the gang is too caught up with spider society business to check on her, how would miguel react then?

ill leave the actual state of sun-spider in your hands 🤭

A LETTER FROM THE SUN

Thank you so much for your request, I really liked your idea- So here's an extra , extra ANGSTY (trigger warning) alternative universe Drabble. I got a little bit carried away I really hope you still enjoy it 💚:

You can barely see through the spots dancing before your eyes as you stagger back to your apartment on Earth 586. You don't remember the walk home from the doctor's office but somehow, you made it back. The weight of the doctor's words still echo in your ears, "The childbirth... It's too dangerous. You won't survive."

It's not that you're not scared; you are, very much so. But more than that, you're filled with a fierce determination - for your child and for the world you've sworn to protect. And so, you put your mask, pull on your suit, and step into the battle once more, fighting harder than you ever have before.

But behind the brave facade, you're struggling. You're tired, your energy gone by the demands of your pregnancy and your duty as Spider-Sun. You're having to deal with the pains and discomforts that come with carrying a child, exacerbated by the unrelenting strain of your battles.

You retreat to Earth 586, hoping to find some solace and respite in your own universe. But instead, your responsibilities there seem to compound your exhaustion. There are still threats to confront, villains to vanquish, innocents to save. You're fighting two wars at the same time - one for your world, and one for your life.

The spider society is oblivious to your struggles. They are wrapped up in their own missions and agendas, too absorbed in saving the multiverse to notice your quiet battle for survival. The absence of concern from the team feels like a sting, a bitter pill to swallow, yet you say nothing, because you understand. So you hide your pain behind your bright smile and valiant spirit, because that's what you do best.

Still, as the days pass, your condition worsens. Your constant fatigue, the severe sickness and the frequent fainting spells- all signs that are hard to ignore. You're well aware that your body is pushing its limits but the love you have for your child growing inside of you keeps you from giving up. You've always fought against the odds, and you're not about to stop now - not when the stakes are that. Higher than they've ever been before.

You're fighting for two now, and that's all the motivation you need to keep going. You're ready to make the ultimate sacrifice for your child. And you'll face it with all the courage and determination that make you Spider-Sun.

-

Miguel, Gwen, Peter B, and Jess are on a mission in your Earth - Earth 586. It's been months since they've seen you, and Gwen and Peter are buzzing with excitement. Even Miguel, who maintains his stoic façade as always, has a glint in his eyes that hints at anticipation and excitement of the prospect of seeing his love again.

As they land, Gwen looks around, taking in the familiar surroundings of your world. "I can't believe it's been so long," she remarks, a hint of guilt in her voice. "We got so caught up in everything..."

Peter B chimes in, "Yeah, Sunny is gonna give us an earful for sure. I'm surprised she hasn't come to give us a welcome smack yet." His playful remark hangs in the air and everybody silently agrees.

They're here to deal with an anomaly, a Lizard-like opponent. Yet, as the fight breaks out, Peter can't help but wonder why you aren't here. This is your world, your neighborhood, your people. You're always there, ready to protect and serve. So where are you?

"Miguel!" Peter B shouts over the sounds of the fight. "Why isn't Sunny here? This is her world! Where is she?"

The fight ends sucessfully, with Jess instructed by Miguel to take the captive Lizard back to HQ. There's a tension in Miguel's voice, a sharpness that wasn't there before. He announces that he's going to look for you, his eyes flicking briefly towards the city, towards your home. “You guys go back and secure the ugly lizard. I will look where the hell Sunny is hiding.”

"We're coming with you," Gwen says firmly, Peter B nodding in agreement beside her. There's no room for argument in her voice. Miguel gives them a curt nod and so they swinf through Nea Yorkey searcing for their sun.

Gwen’s search for you leads her to knock on the doors of the neighbors in your building. Most people either shake their heads, claiming they haven't seen you, or slam the door in her face without a word. Gwen's worry deepens with each door she knocks on.

Finally, she finds a woman with a bunch of children screaming in the background. The woman looks frazzled, but she stops and listens to Gwen's questions. "Haven't seen her in days," the woman says, wiping her hands on her apron. "There was an ambulance here the other day, took her away. Ain't seen no light in her place since then."

Gwen feels as if the air has been sucked out of her lungs. She thanks the woman and rushes off to find Miguel and Peter B. Her words spill out in a rush, detailing what she found out. "Miguel," she gasps out. "Peter. Ambulance. Sunny's place."

Miguel's face goes deathly pale, and before Gwen or Peter B can react, he swings into the air, shooting webs and flying through the city with a speed and urgency that leaves them behind.

Gwen and Peter B look at each other and immediately follow, but Miguel is like a man possessed, a force of nature.

He reaches the hospital, and without a second thought, he barges through the doors. His heart is pounding in his chest, his breaths are short and ragged.

The reception desk nurses look up in surprise as Miguel, still in his Spider-Man 2099 suit, demands to know if you are in the hospital. There is a desperation as he speaks your name.

After a tense conversation with the hospital staff and almost being escorted out, Miguel is finally given the room number.

The world seems to stand still  around Miguel as he enters the room, only to find it empty. The nurse, busy tidying the space and remaking the bed, looks up in surprise at the sudden intrusion.

He's staring at the closed door when a nurse brushes past him, mumbling an apology. A sudden rush of fear and confusion go through him as he turns to see the empty hospital bed. His heart feels as if it's been ripped out from his chest. The room spins around him. Where are you?

"Excuse me, are you Miguel O'Hara?" A voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and he turns to see another nurse, her face kind but weary. He can only nod, words failing him at the moment.

"Mr. O'Hara, she's not here anymore. She... she's not with us," the nurse says gently, her eyes filled with sympathy. She hands him an envelope. "She asked me to give this to you if you ever came looking for her."

"I am sorry," she adds quietly, before turning to leave. "I'll be right back with little Gabe."

Miguel doesnt register her words. His entire world feels as though it's come crashing down around him. He sinks onto the nearby chair, clutching the envelope tightly, his eyes staring blankly at it. He's too numb to even attempt to open it or even move.

Gwen and Peter B burst into the room then, worry clearly visible on their faces. "Miguel, what's going on?" Gwen asks urgently, rushing to his side. Peter B follows her but Miguel barely hears them, his blood rushing in his ears.

The world is blurry around him, sounds are muffled and distant. The room is empty, and you are not there. ‘No es real’ and ‘por favor vuelve a mi mi sol’ are the only things he can mumble over and over again tirelessly. The reality of it feels like a crushing weight on his chest and all he can do is sit there, holding onto the last piece of you he has left. 

Dear Miguel,

If you're reading this, then I am no longer in this world. 

I just wanted to let you know that it’s not your fault and no you couldn’t have saved me. I know how you are, Miguel. You always have been the man who would try to save the world single-handedly, even if it meant sacrificing yourself in the process. But this wasn't on you. This was my choice, my decision and I stand by it. I knew the risks and I am sorry I hurt you.

But here's the thing, I have no regrets. Our child...our Gabriel, he's my most cherished gift to you, Miguel. And I know you, with your awkward, nerdy charm and those terrible dad jokes you think are hilarious, will be an amazing father. You were born to be a dad - it's like your destiny. And guess what? This is your second chance to be the best dad you were always supposed to be.

I know you will protect our baby with every fiber of your being. That's just who you are. My last wish is that you give Gabriel the life he deserves. Raise him, love him, be there for him. That's all I want, Miguel.

And if you ever miss me, just look up to the sky, and I'll be there. Even if you can't see me, know that I'm probably hiding behind a cloud, always watching over and protecting you and our Gabriel.

P.S. Please let Gwen, Peter, Jess, Hobie, Miles, Pav and the rest of the squad know how thankful I am for them. They’ve been family, and I know they will rock as godparents.

Forever shining for you, 

Tu sol

The door opens again, and the nurse walks in, cradling a tiny bundle in her arms. A baby. A newborn.

As soon as Miguel held the newborn,his son, securely in his arms, he makes a silent promise to you, wherever you are, that he will honor your last wish. He will be the father Gabriel deserves and he will make sure that your sacrifice and love will never be forgotten.

After all, how could anyone possibly forget about the sun?

[mariposa-drowned]

Hear me out, Ellie x pregnant reader doing the trend where you lift up your s/o belly to relieve the weight and then having a lil heart to heart bc you just feel so useless due to said pregnancy

Ellie was currently scrolling tiktok as you sat on the couch together, your attention being taken up by whatever show you had thrown on TV, not even noticing the sound coming from Ellie's phone, you were so used to her needing multiple different forms of entertainment at the same time that it barley even phased you anymore.

You were eight months pregnant and ready for this baby to be out. You're tired all the time and can't stand for too long without discomfort, which made you feel useless. No matter how much Ellie assured you she was completely fine with taking over daily tasks, even having Joel over sometimes to entertain you while she worked on stuff, or the other way around. Tommy had even been over a few times with Maria as she tried to offer you tips and tricks on how to deal with the discomfort.

Ellie felt terrible that she couldn't do more for you. Besides massages and the occasional sex that you swore helped; Ellie was always looking for ways to help. Which is why when a video popped up of a man getting behind his wife to lift her pregnant belly for a few seconds, Ellie was immediately ushering you up, hoping that you would get the same relief that the girl in the video seemed to get.

"Ellie what the hell are you doing"

"just trust me babe this is gonna feel great"

"don't kill me please. Or the baby"

Ellie rolled her eyes, positioning herself behind you, her long arms coming to intertwine right below your bump.

"kay take a deep breath"

You huffed but did as told. Then a sudden rush of incredible relief filling you as Ellie lifted your bump up you groaned, your hand reaching behind you to entangle itself in Ellie's hair.

"hooolyyy fuck Ellie"

"yeah? That feel good mama?"

"ohmygod can we just stay here for a minute please"

"as long as you need babe"

You were practically on the verge of tears from the relief you were currently feeling, you hand gripping a bit harder where it was entangled in Ellie's hair. She noticed your teary eyes, quickly becoming concerned.

"hey what's wrong am I hurting you?" She worried as she slowly started to drop your belly.

"don't you dare drop your hands Ellie Williams"

You immediately gripped her hand with a force she didn't even know you possessed.

Ellie immediately reassumed her position "christ babe sorry, was just a bit worried when my wife starts crying"

"just feels really fuckin good els" you stated with watery eyes

"hey hey don't cry mama, it's alright I'll do this whenever you need until they're here babe. It's alright"

"m'sorry just feels s'nice, I just feel so useless because I'm so uncomfortable all the time n I can't do anything"

Ellies heart broke a little at your confession "don't be sorry at all, you hear me?" C'mon let's go sit for a minute, I promise I'll do this again later, jus' wanna talk to you"

You leaned your head back to try and meet her eyes, your vision still a bit blurred

"pinky swear?"

"cross my heart babe. C'mon I'm gonna start lowerin my hands now"

You tried to keep her there as long as you could, but inevitably Ellie's hands left their place under your stomach. You sighed as she started to lead you to the couch. She plopped down, spreading her legs and ushering you in-between them to which you promptly did, getting as comfortable as you could in-between her legs.

Ellie grabbed one of your hands, the other resting on your bulging stomach tracing small shapes.

"I need you to listen to me for a minute babe"

You tilted you head back to lean on your shoulder semi-looking at her while humming a small mhm

"I love you. So much. But you need to understand that you are actively making a living being in you right now. You are allowed to be sick and tired and uncomfortable, it's expected. But you need to understand that we are in this together. I will always be here, I want to be here for you, which means that if you can't do something, I pull my weight here. That's my job mama, I gotta take care of you and little bean" Ellie smiled through her last sentence, looking down to meet your smiling face aswell

"I love you els. Thank you, for everything"

"always and forever babe"

"always and forever" you smiled back at her, leaning up to give a peck on Ellie's lips.

[to-thelakes]

nothing but a pass time (lip gallagher x reader)

content warning(s); underage smoking, mentions of underage drinking, sad!lip, comfort, hints of angst (unrequited love)

summary; the summer had come around but you and lip were always the same. except it was harder to ignore your brewing feelings now.

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i have edited and read this part over so many times that i feel like i'm not actually making it better anymore, so here it is! more of my babies, the next few parts are gonna get a little angst-heavy from both lip and reader's side but then i think it's gonna settle a bit and hopefully get a little better, i have the next three parts all partly/fully written and they're sad but also sweet (comfort is real and lip NEEDS iT, this poor man), so anyway, here's the new part hehe

“My dad would kill you if he found us,” You said as you rounded the corner with Lip. He had texted you, asking you to come and meet him. You didn’t mind. You’d been dying to see him after a too-long shift at the store. You had been there all day, sweating and dealing with shitty customers, and that one text was enough for you to be filled with a familiar sense of glee. 

You didn’t need a reason to see Lip, you never had but something about him asking to see you made you giddy. That text was enough to have you halfway out the door in minutes, changed, showered and beaming.

Though, that had always been the case.

The cigarette between your lips was new though. You had never been one for smoking but Lip had somehow gotten you into it. You only smoked with him though.

“They still think we’re dating?” Lip asked as you stopped by one of the pillars that held the El tracks up. The train only came every twenty minutes or so this late at night. So it was peaceful, quiet and you could smoke without being disturbed.

You were the one to plop yourself down first, feet aching from being on them all day. Working nearly a 10 hour shift was not for the weak and you were wondering why you’d bothered to do it to yourself.

“I dunno,” You shrugged as you took a drag of the cigarette Lip had handed to you. He sat down beside you, head resting back against the concrete. You let the smoke fill your lungs before you breathed it out into the night air. It was cooler than it had been all day, you didn’t feel like the air was suffocating you, just the cigarette, “Hard to tell with them at the moment,” You shrugged, the hint of something more beneath those words but neither of you dug into it. Lip simply nodded and you offered the cigarette back. He took it from between your two fingers and took a long drag.

He looked sad. You assumed that’s why he had even bothered you this late. He knew you’d been working all day and he had always used it as an excuse to keep to himself. But tonight, he seemed to want to see you. You were never going to deny him.

You hadn’t ever denied him anything.

You watched as he blew the smoke out through his nose and you leaned closer, resting your head on his shoulder. He briefly tensed up before relaxing. 

He had gotten so jumpy recently. 

You tried to ignore it.

“What’s up?” You asked after a moment of silence. He offered the cigarette to you but you waved him off. You could feel the nicotine buzzing through your system, not used to the high after nearly a week of not seeing Lip.

“Karen’s got this guy,” Lip said after a moment of silent contemplation, “Jody. Some fuckin’ asshole twice her age,” He explained, waving his free hand out. He then put the cigarette between his lips, breathing in the smoke and speaking as he exhaled, “Hasn’t even fucked her. She says it’s some Sex Addicts Anonymous shit. I don’t get it,” Lip said as he choked slightly on the smoke. You should have known this is where the conversation would go so you simply reached your hand out for the cig.

Lip passed it over without question.

Part of him hated himself for corrupting you. You had never touched a drop of alcohol until he convinced you otherwise. And you had resisted smoking cigarettes until one night a few months back at a party with him. 

You had been pretty drunk at that party and he had casually offered his cigarette to you. He hadn’t thought much of it, expecting you to shake your head and tell him to ‘fuck off’ as you always did. Instead, you had taken it from his fingers, taken a drag and coughed on the smoke. 

But that didn’t stop you from taking another drag.

Now every time he watched the smoke curl out from between your lips, he felt bad. Like he had doomed you to some horrible fate.

“And she said that they’re together and just sit under the stars and talk and shit. I mean, who does that?” He asked. You tried to bite back the reply that that’s exactly what the two of you did but you kept your mouth shut, “We’re teenagers. We’re meant to be fucking each other and doing stupid shit. Not- not watching cartoons and fucking cooking together. It’s- it’s just bullshit,” Lip was frustrated. You could tell and you couldn’t blame him. Not really.

Part of you just felt sorry for him. You knew that he had fallen for Karen but she never really shared those feelings. At least, not that you could tell. She liked him and she liked to fuck him but you were never sure if it was more.

Another part of you was happy she was fucking with Lip’s head. Maybe it made you spiteful but you wanted him to understand how it felt to have someone always keep you at arm’s length.

You tried not to think about that though. 

You were his friend. 

You were there to help him, not celebrate his pain.

“Are you still fucking her?” You asked after a moment. You weren’t entirely sure how to make Lip feel better. You weren’t well-versed in this shit.

He nodded.

“Yeah but it’s this guy. He’s a fucking asshole,” Lip bit back, cigarette hanging from his lips. You rolled your eyes and took the cigarette from between his lips to take a puff yourself. You stayed quiet for a minute, not sure what to say.

“At least you still get to fuck her,” You responded, trying to see the bright side. You wanted to make him feel better, “Clearly if they aren’t even fucking, it doesn’t mean that much. So, give it a few months and she’ll be past him.” The words felt heavy on your tongue, trying to ignore the truth in what you were saying.

Lip had never fucked you and you had always been nothing but a pass-time for him. A friend to cry to and seek comfort from but nothing more. You knew that you didn’t mean that much to Lip. Not as much as Karen anyway.

“Yeah, maybe,” Lip said as he glanced down to watch you blow the smoke from between your lips. You tapped the edge of the cigarette on your thigh, ashes flying through the air just as an El train passed overhead.

It was deafening but the noise gave you some solace. You hadn’t noticed Lip looking at you and so you let yourself feel the heaviness. It was just for a moment and then you put your guard back up.

But for a moment, you let yourself frown. Let yourself feel sad. Feel lonely. Feel fucking stupid.

Then you were back to normal.

Once the train had passed, you spoke again.

“The way I see it, he’s either gonna break up with her or they’re gonna fuck. Either way, she’ll come back to you,” You decided after a moment. You weren’t sure if it was true. You had no experience with relationships. You’d only ever kissed people drunk at parties so you were talking out your ass.

But Lip just hummed along and took the cigarette from between your fingers. He took another drag and then smushed the butt of it against the grass, putting it out.

“Everything okay with you?” Lip asked after a beat of silence. Your head lifted from his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed. You couldn’t remember the last time he’d asked if you were okay. Usually, you told him anyway but he never asked.

“Yeah, why?” You responded, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He shrugged, meeting your gaze. Your eyes were boring into him and he felt guilty seeing the confusion. The way your eyebrows furrowed at his question as if you weren’t his best friend. As if he didn’t care about you.

“Y’just seem tired, that’s all,” He responded, shrugging. He was trying not to be defensive but it was hard not to be.

“Had a long day, it’s fine,” You retorted as you reached into the top pocket of his shirt. You didn’t ask before you grabbed the pack of cigarettes. Instead, you just plucked a stick out and grabbed his lighter. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked. You looked up at him, a teasing smile on your lips.

“Bumming a smoke,” You stated before you placed the cigarette between your lips. You used your hand to shelter the end of the cig before flicking the lighter on. The bright flame illuminated your face, eyes shining in the light. It was there for a split second before you had successfully lit the cigarette.

“You been smokin’ with someone else?” He asked. You scoffed, dropping the cigarette pack and lighter back into his pocket before you took a drag.

“Fuck off, as if,” You dead-panned as you exhaled. You then took another drag, leaving the cigarette hanging off your lips as you blew the smoke out of your nose. It was Lip’s turn to take the cigarette from your lips now. He made eye contact with you as he took it, placing it between his own.

Fuck. You hated when he did shit like that.

The way he looked at you like he really gave a shit.

You tried not to think about it.

“Good,” He said before he took his own drag. You two sat in silence like that for a while, sharing the cigarette. You knew it was bad for you. You had told yourself you’d never be a smoker but the summer was long and being around Lip was painful. The nicotine made it easier to deal with.

So you just smoked until Lip - once again - put it out in the dirt. He then just stared, another El train passing overhead. You were both quiet for a moment before you sighed. You needed to go home.

“Got work tomorrow,” You muttered after a beat. It was you saying you needed to leave without really saying it at all. But you did, you needed to get out of here.

“Stay at mine tonight?” He asked. You shook your head.

“Gotta leave early, starting at 6. Would just wake you up. You’re grumpy that early,” You stated as you looked up at him. He frowned. You didn’t know what else to say to him and so you just looked at each other for a moment.

“Want you to stay over,” He mumbled, looking away. You ran your hands across your face, wondering if you were really gonna let this happen. But you already knew the answer the second he had asked the question.

“Let me grab my shit,” You gave in. Lip couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his face. It felt like a victory, a small victory. 

[hellfirenacht]

Wing Man Part 6

Fic Summary: Steve 'the Hair' Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you'll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie. (1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9)

Chapter Summary: What DID he mean by five? The second meeting.

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A/N: How are we feeling in a post-"Flight of Icarus" world, y'all? I knew from the beginning that I'd want to add some of the lore in and let me tell you, I LOVE Ronnie Ecker. For those of you who did not read the book, or haven't had a chance to, Ronnie is Eddie's best friend who ended up with a full scholarship to NYU. They're siblings, your honor.

Also if anyone can show me on this map where the plot is going, I'd really appreciate it.

This late at night, the only sounds in the trailer park came from the occasional dog barking and the echoes of Eddie’s tapes blasting as he pulled up to Wayne’s trailer. His uncle was working tonight as usual, which would normally allow Eddie time to hog the tv before passing out for a few precious hours before he had to get up for school. 

Tonight however, his mind was buzzing with what had just happened less than an hour ago. He liked you, he wasn’t sure how much yet but he did. You were sharp and knew your stuff about metal. It helped that you were cute. Really cute. 

He liked seeing you in the passenger seat of his car, matching wits with his friends and ranting about Ozzy. He liked seeing you laughing and the way you watched him play. He really liked the way you had fiddled with the pick he’d thrown at you at the end of the set. 

Eddie had never done that before. He’d wanted to, but never had anyone’s attention like that before- no. That wasn’t true. There had been one other person who’d listened to him play like that, two years ago. 

Was he always gonna fold to the site of a pretty girl actually paying attention to his music? 

“Of course you are.” Ronnie’s voice echoed on the phone. “And I’m gonna laugh every time you do.” 

Eddie groaned, holding the receiver to his ear as his forehead pressed against the front of the fridge. He hadn’t planned on running to her with this, but he was nowhere near able to wind down. He hadn’t even expected Ronnie to pick up the phone this late at night with the time zone difference and the fact that it was a school night. He’d have to push his stash a bit harder to pay Wayne back for the long distance call. 

The past two years had been a slow crawl of building back trust up with Veronica Ecker. The two had gone almost a whole summer without talking before Eddie had basically groveled for forgiveness outside of Granny Ecker’s trailer before Ronnie left for New York. She had forgiven him enough to let him give her a ride to the airport. 

“Last time?” He’d asked. 

“Last time.” She’d repeated. 

“So why didn’t you shack up with her tonight?” Ronnie asked. “You got her into your van, and you dropped her off like a gentleman.” 

“I don’t know, I panicked.” Eddie sighed, bonking his head against the fridge a few times. “She was right there, and she was leaning in and all I saw was Paige leaning in-”

“You know not every girl who shares your taste in music is Paige, right?” Eddie could practically see Ronnie rolling her eyes on the other end of the line. 

“Any girl that shares my taste in music ends up fucking off to the opposite end of the country.” 

This made Ronnie laugh. “You’re an idiot. Paige fucked off back to her job and I fucked off to college.”

“Fucking off is fucking off.”

“Maybe you need to fuck off.”

“I tried, remember?” 

She remembered. Both of them remembered. 

“Look, stop being a dipshit.” Ronnie said after a moment of awkward silence. “You’re graduating this year, right?”

“Uhhh...”

“Eddie.”

“Yeah, yeah I’m working on it. I just need those last stupid two classes and then I’m home free.” Eddie confirmed. 

“You can’t stay in high school forever.” Ronnie said. “And you’re gonna realize that there’s life outside of Hawkins. Have you even talked to Paige since then?”

He hadn’t, and they both knew it. Eddie gave up two months after she’d bailed him out of jail. Two months of dead air silence. He got the hint. 

“No.”

“Then stop worrying about one girl from over two years ago!” Eddie could feel the phantom pain of Ronnie punching him in the arm like she always used to. “Get laid and graduate, Munson. You earned it.”

Eddie snorted, sliding down the fridge to sit on the cool floor. “Is that the only advice you got for me, Ecker?”

“It’s the only advice you need. Did you pass that test last week?” Ronnie asked. 

“By the skin of my teeth.” Eddie sighed, leaning his head back against the fridge. 

“Your new girl graduated, maybe she can help you study.”

“She’s not my girl. She’s a girl that I’ve met a handful of times-”

“That’s turning your brain to mush.” 

“She doesn’t even know who I am, Ronnie.” He fiddled with the chord in his hand, watching the spiral wind and unwind around his fingers. It was already stretched out pretty bad, with a few spirals already tangled beyond repair like his old slinky from when he was a kid. 

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Ronnie asked. “She doesn’t know you, that means she doesn’t feed into the bullshit of the rumor mill.” 

Ronnie had a point and he hated it, but that’s why he called her to begin with. Ronnie was the only person who could cut through his Munson bullshit and give it to him straight. He missed it. As much as he enjoyed the power he had to protect his little lost sheepies, they were all too intimidated to actually stand up to him and call him out the way that Ronnie would.

“Yeah, you’re right. As usual.” Eddie could hear her snort and he couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “So why the hell are you even awake right now? Up til 2 am on a school night, Ecker?”

“It’s barely past midnight, the time zone isn’t that off. I was studying for a test, but hearing you complain about your love life is a far more productive use of my time.” 

“You’re using me to slack off, aren’t you?” 

“If I have to look at my flashcards one more time tonight my eyes are gonna go square. How’s Granny doing?”

“She’s an empty nester and is determined to turn me into her replacement grandson until you visit again.” Eddie shook his head. “She threatened to give me a haircut the last time she dropped off a plate for Wayne.”

Ronnie had come back to visit a grand total of five times since she’d left, returning for holidays and summers to visit Granny Ecker and by extension Eddie. Each time she’d come back with stories of law school and how different New York is. 

It seemed impossible, everything that Ronnie had told him about going to college and about life outside their small town. She was playing Dungeons and Dragons still, having found a group that would play with her. According to her, being a rules lawyer for the game at a law school hit way different than it had their small Hellfire group in high school. No one even cared that they played outside of a few students who had better things to do than enact violence against a few nerds. 

Then again, in law school everyone was some sort of nerd. Eddie wondered if even a freak would be accepted there. Well, socially at least. He wasn’t delusional enough to think he’d be able to be accepted into law school with his grades. Ronnie had invited him up to visit a few times, but there was never time or money to do it. 

The two continued talking for another hour, catching up until Ronnie was scolding him for staying up so late on a school night. 

“Yeah? And what’s your excuse?” Eddie said. “It’s almost 4:20 am there.” 

“Ha. Ha. Again, ha.” Ronnie said. “Still not how timezones work. And my first class doesn’t start until noon.”

Right. In college you didn’t have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn every day. 

“Night, Ecker.”

“Night, Munson. Graduate and get laid.” 

“Does it matter the order?”

“Good night, Eddie.”

Talking to Ronnie had eased his nerves, but there was still something inside that wouldn’t let him lay down and go to sleep. It was late now, way later than he intended to stay up tonight. The night he played at the Hideout always had him up late, and his teacher already considered him more useless than usual on Wednesdays. It’s not like anyone would care if he slept in class, unless they were in a particularly foul mood. 

He made his way to a stack of books in his room rummaging through a pile or two until he found what he was looking for. Eddie’s copy of Lord of the RIngs was well loved at best, and completely trashed at worst. The cover of the paperback was nearly torn off, taped back together haphazardly over the years. Pages were dogeared, the spine was cracked, notes were scribbled in the margins, and his name was scribbled in messy cursive on the front page declaring that this book belonged to Eddie Munson and that he was in third grade.

Eddie stripped out of most of his clothes, tossing his jewelry on his nightstand, and hopped into bed. He turned on a small lamp and opened the book. He could probably recite the first chapter from memory if he tried, the words on the page a comfortable lullabye for his wound up mind. But tonight he flipped to a page near the end where his bookmark was. The flower made out of blue construction paper wasn’t nearly as old as the book, and only in better shape because it never left the safe pages of Tolkein’s writing. 

His eyes glanced at his arm again, your phone number a temporary tattoo on his skin until it washed off. Shit, it was going to wash off eventually. Eddie grabbed a pen from under his bed and added another scribble to the inside of the book before copying your number carefully onto the paper flower. At least this way he’d always know where it was. 

With that aside, Eddie didn’t make it through three pages of his book before he passed out with the light still on. 

Fall Semester, 1984

The PrinciPAL’s office was just as interesting and inviting as it always was, which is to say not at all. Eddie was slumped back on a chair, watching as Janice sorted through paperwork, pretending to look busy so that she could avoid any small talk with ‘that Munson boy’. He had been waiting for Higgin’s to show up for almost fifteen minutes now, because why shouldn’t he waste Eddie’s time at this point? The worst that was going to happen today is that they’d do their little song and dance, Eddie would plead his case that the flyers were absolutely serious and that Chris Morrison had every intent to run for student council, and that it was all of the club that had made the posters, Higgins would shake his head and not believe Eddie for a second (which to be fair, this would be the first time that Eddie would admit privately that it was his fault), they’d go back and forth until Eddie got some form of detention or Saturday school. 

Honestly, the worst part would be rescheduling Hellfire if he wound up in detention. 

Eddie had counted out 13 paper clips that Janice had used in her papershifting before the door to the front office opened up again. He looked up, expecting to see Higgins walk in, ignore him for another five minutes, before Janice would let Eddie go in. 

He didn’t expect to see you, pale and shaken, clutching a teacher’s note in your hand. Eddie watched as you handed the note over to Janice who read it, shook her head, and pointed at the chair next to himself. Your eyes never left the floor as you sat next to him, staring at the cheap carpet as if you could somehow burn a hole in it and disappear. 

Trouble was no stranger to Eddie, and Eddie was no stranger to trouble. In Hawkins the name ‘Munson’ might as well be in the thesaurus next to the word. This wasn’t his first rodeo, and it would be far from his last as long as Higgins stayed the princiPAL. He’d walk away with a lecture and a sigh and then it would be business as normal. 

The look on your face though, that was far from the mild annoyance he felt. You look downright traumatized at the idea of having been sent here. Eddie glanced up at Janice who deigned to make eye contact with him now. Her eyes flicked between the two of you, a disapproving look behind her purple frames as if this was somehow Eddie’s fault that you had ended up here as well. But then, as far as any of the faculty from the office was concerned, even him being enrolled at this school was a death sentence to the rest of the poor student body. Eddie was a disease that they would try to contain until they had the cure to remove him. 

The shaking of your knee made your chair (and his chair by proxy) rattle slightly. The quiet of the office and the mundane shuffling of Janice’s papers only added to the tension that was radiating off you. 

“Janice, is Higgin’s gonna be long?” Eddie finally asked, and your bouncing knee stopped for just a moment before going back to its nervous movement. 

“He’s in a very important meeting.” Came the reply over a stack of papers, still not looking at Eddie. 

He sighed again and looked over at you, trying to place where he knew your face. Your eyes were a bit red, and you looked like you were on the verge of crying. Shit, he needed to do something before he had to ask Janice for the tissue box. 

“First time?” Eddie asked, and when you didn’t respond he nudged your knee with his. 

You jumped slightly, head snapping up. It was a wonder you didn’t give yourself whiplash and it would have been almost funny to Eddie had you not looked like a deer in the headlights looking at him. 

“I... Huh?” your voice cracked slightly. 

“What are ya in for?” Eddie did his best to give you a smile which he was sure made him look more like a serial killer than a comfort. It was rare he wished that he had his dad’s smile, but in cases like this he’d make an exception. 

You looked at the paper in your hand and swallowed. “Uh... skipped.” 

“Skipped school or just class?” Eddie prompted, trying to get you to talk more. If you were talking, then you weren’t crying. That’s what he hoped at least. 

“Class.” He didn’t think you’d say anymore but you surprised him. “US History.” Eddie caught the way your eyes darted to Janice again as if to make sure she wasn’t listening in, but Janice had better things to do than to eavesdrop on two delinquents. “I wasn’t... I had a bad day. I'm having a bad day. I felt like I was going to explode and I went to the library.” 

Eddie nodded, wondering what had happened today that made you need to duck out. It wasn’t his business, and frankly Higgin’s was going to grill you enough as it was. 

“Rookie mistake.” He said instead. 

“Rookie...?” 

Eddie kept his voice low and leaned in closer to you as if telling you a secret. “If you’re gonna skip, you can’t go to the library. You might as well have walked into the teacher’s lounge and announced that you were cutting class.”

You let out a sharp breath that he swore counted for a laugh. “Thanks for the heads up, can you tell me that a few hours ago?”

There was color returning to your face now and Eddie kept going. His brown eyes scanned your face, trying to place where he knew you from. Hawkins was a small town, and there was nothing about you that screamed ‘I’m new!’. 

He liked your sarcasm though, and his ‘comforting’ grin shifted into a genuine smile. “If you’re gonna ditch, you need to go to the bathroom or go outside.” He said. “Especially for last period. Go hide outside in the woods and you can slip into the parking lot seamlessly without anyone noticing. By the end of the day the teachers are barely taking attendance anyway.”

“Have you been in the girls rooms here?” you asked, shaking your head. “I think I’d rather take my chances here than stay in there longer than I’d have to.” Eddie wasn’t sure if you were trying to make a joke or if you were serious.

“Would you rather hide in the boys room?” he asked. “I swear it only smells like piss almost all of the time and you’d end up in the splash zone even if you were in a stall.”

That got a laugh out of you, a genuine one. Your shoulders were relaxing and you looked down at the paper again and took a deep breath that you exhaled with a sigh. 

“I’ve never been in trouble before.” you said, your hands starting to bend and fold the paper on your lap absently. “I’m not good at being in trouble.”

“Well, lucky for you I’m here.” Eddie nudged your knee again with his. “Being in trouble is kind of my job here at Hawkin’s High. I’m a professional, you know. If I wasn’t here taking up all of Principal Higgin’s time he might have to actually do his job.” 

That last part was louder, as he directed it to Janice who refused to take the bait and only reached for her lilac stapler instead. 

A small smack on his arm drew his attention back to you, you were smiling at him looking astonished. “You’re gonna get us in trouble!” you whispered at him. 

“We’re already in trouble.” Eddie reminded you, his smile never fading. “Look, you’ve never been in trouble before, right? You’re gonna be fine. Just give him a good sob story about being overwhelmed with school, or about a sick pet. If you can squeeze out some tears that’s even better. The worst that he’s gonna do is give you a slap on the wrist and maybe detention if he’s in a shit mood”

You take in his words, listening to him carefully and taking in every word he was saying as if this was life or death. Eddie admittedly, had purposefully slipped into his Dungeon Master voice. It was a skill that normally only worked on his little sheepies in his club, and that was after semesters of training his players to listen and pay attention to his words or else it would be life or death for their characters. 

Having someone else listen to him like that? It felt really good. 

Your mouth started to open to say something but then the office door opened again and Higgin’s stepped in, nodding to Janice and then looking at the two of you. There was an accusatory look in his eyes as he made eye contact with Eddie again, and it was clear what that look said. Leave her alone, don’t make things worse for her than they already are. 

“Munson.” Higgins said and it took everything in him to stay still and not flinch at his last name. He was used to the weight that came with his name, but he hadn’t wanted you to know who he was. Not after he just remembered where he knew you from, glancing down at the note that you had folded into a flower in a fit of nerves. 

“I heard you missed me, Sir.” Eddie forced his eyes to meet Higgin’s. “You really should just start saying hi in the hallways instead of inviting me to these little chats every week. You’re taking away valuable learning time from me, you know.” 

If the two of them had been alone, Higgins would have snapped back at Eddie about being a smartass. But you were there, and the color had drained from your face again, and there was a shine to your eyes that was threatening to spill over your waterline. Higgins looked at you and motioned for you to follow him into his office. 

Eddie wished that you would turn and look at him before disappearing into the PrincePAL’s office. He could imagine you turning to look at him for comfort, he’d give you a smile that would put you at ease and a thumbs up. You’d give him another smile and walk in feeling brave. 

Instead it was like you forgot he was there as your figure disappeared behind the heavy wood door that shut with a heavy click. 

Of course Higgins had you come in first, even though Eddie had already been sitting here since the beginning of the period when he’d been called in. 

He was tempted to go over to the door and press his ear up against it to listen in on what he was saying to you but even Janice would scold him for that. So there Eddie sat for another ten minutes as he waited for you to step out again. 

Higgin’s was the one to open the door and let you out of the office, as if he were some gentleman instead of Eddie’s own personal warden five days a week. You walked out and to Eddie’s surprise you gave him a nod and mouthed thank you as you slipped back out the door and into the hallway. 

Eddie’s eyes followed you until he couldn’t see you anymore and it took Higgin’s standing in front of him with folded arms and saying his full government name for Eddie to snap back to reality. 

“Munson. A word about your little flyers?”

“Well, I’d say a picture is worth a thousand words-”

“In my office.”

Eddie didn’t remember much else about that talk, only remembering the white paper flower that had been carelessly tossed into the trash next to Higgin’s desk. 

“He still hasn’t called you?” Steve asked as you, him, and Robin continued your closing routine. The day had been busy, with almost everyone in Hawkins coming to rent a movie for the weekend. Robin was stocking the candy while you wiped down the sticky counter where children had been touching all day. Who’s idea was it to leave out free suckers on the counter anyway?

Oh right, that was your idea because you loved Halloween. 

“Nope.” you said, your voice a little tense. It had been almost two weeks since that night at the Hideout. You hadn’t returned to the dive bar, hoping that Eddie would call you and make the next move. Each passing day you had stayed as close to the phone as possible when you were home and you’d checked your voicemail every day when you got home for any sign that he’d attempted to reach out. 

Nothing. 

You shouldn’t feel this rejected but you did. It was far too early to tell if you had any feelings beyond initial attraction to the guy, but... you’d felt something. An enjoyment of bantering with him and an ease that came as naturally as your friendship with Robin and Steve. 

Plus, you had to admit it, he was really fucking hot. Seeing him play guitar two weeks ago had haunted your dreams and slipped into a few of your fantasies when you were alone. 

You kept that part to yourself though, that was the last thing that Steve or Robin needed to hear. Besides, that was Steve’s job to go far too into detail about his sex life. Steve had tried ribbing you about going home with Eddie but you’d told him that you were a complete gentleman with him. 

That night had left you feeling electrified, almost high as you danced around your room as you got ready for bed. Even as his odd parting rattled around your brain, you couldn’t help but to feel excited at the idea of seeing him again. 

Then a few days went by. Then a week. And now two weeks later you hadn’t heard from him. The kids hadn’t stopped by either so you couldn’t hassle them about Eddie either. Even if they had, you weren’t sure if you could ask about him, you didn’t want to come across as desperate. 

“Did you ever figure out what he meant by ‘five times?’” Robin asked, opening up a squished package of Reese's Cups. “Like, didn’t you say you didn’t know him?”

You threw your hands up before tossing the paper towels you were using to clean in the trash can. 

“I have no idea.” you said. “Either I’m bad at math, he’s bad at math, or maybe we’re both stupid.”

“He did get held back a few times.” Steve muttered to himself. 

“There’s a chance that you two have met before though.” said Robin, “I mean think about it, you’re both weirdos who went to the same school. Shouldn’t you both have bumped into each other before?” 

“You’d think so, but my group kind of kept to ourselves.” you said with a sigh. “We were private weirdos. When I DID try and make other friends-”

“Yeah, yeah, Chris Morrison shot you down.” Steve said, waving his hand. 

“Oh, you heard that story?” you laughed. “I didn’t think I mentioned it to you before.”

Steve gave you a blank stare that only made you laugh more. “I swear you keep talking about that guy more than Eddie. Maybe I should track him down and set you up on a blind date with him instead.” 

“Don’t you dare!” 

“Hey, that could be fun!” Robin added. “We’ll dress you up super hot, set you up with Chris, and then you can turn him down instead!” 

“Excuse you, Robin. I am always super hot.” you declared, straightening out your unflattering Family Video vest. “Who wouldn’t want a piece of this?”

You hadn’t done laundry in a week, and your hair had seen better days. The green polyester vest was wrinkled and if Keith saw you looking sloppy he’d probably have words about it. Not big words or even intimidating words, but words nonetheless. It was night and day compared to how you’d looked at the Hideout and the arcade earlier in the month. But it wasn’t like you had anyone to impress while you were at work anyway. 

“Hey, nerdy chicks can be hot.” Steve said. “I mean, Nancy’s an academic nerd and I was crazy about her.” 

You hummed thoughtfully and turned to Robin. “How about we get married instead?” you asked. “You, me, a fuck ton of cats, and a tax break. What do you say?”

Robin laughed and shook her head. “You aren’t my type.” Her eyes darted nervously to Steve for a split second and you sighed dramatically. 

“Guess it’s just me and the cats I’ll eventually adopt.” you said. “Not even a tax break.” 

“You know, Keith thinks you’re cute-”

“I am going to pretend that you did not just say that, Harrington.” you said firmly. “Nope, not happening. Uh-uh. Absolutely not.” 

“He’s not... that bad?” Robin said, but you could hear the pain in her voice through the laughter. “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.” 

“The lady is trying not to think actually.” you laugh. “We’re closed, I’m actually done thinking. I just wanna finish cleaning up and go home. What’s left?”

“Rewinding the returns,-”

“Ugh.”

“Cleaning up the kids movies,-”

“Ugh.”

“And cleaning the bathroom.”

“UGHHHHHH.” 

“Would you rather clean up the porn room?” asked Robin. 

“Yes actually, I would.” You said. “Whatever they think about doing in that room is what they do end up doing in the bathroom.”

“Gross.”

Steve sighed “Okay, I’ll be the hero and save you ladies from cleaning the bathroom. Robin, you fix the kids section, and you can rewind the tapes.”

“I thought I was in charge here.” You crossed your arms. 

“Okay, did you have a better way to divide and conquer?”

“...No.”

“Then let’s hurry up and-”

Ding!

“Who didn’t lock the door?!” you asked. 

“It was Steve’s job to-” Robin started. 

“Oh, shit. Hi.” Steve was staring at the person who had just walked in. You turned around and your heart jumped in your chest and your stomach dropped. 

“Cursing in front of customers, Harrington?” Eddie said. ��Now that’s not very professional of you.”

Robin’s eyes were darting so fast between you and Eddie that you were surprised she wasn’t giving herself vertigo. You tried to give her a pointed glare but your friend either didn’t get the hint or refused to. 

“Well, we’re closed. You can’t be a customer if you can’t pay.” Steve said, putting his hands on his hips. 

Eddie looked away from Steve and made eye contact with you. It had been two weeks since you’d seen him, and you glazed at his arm for a second, trying to see if the faded remains of your phone number were still stamped on his arm. Unfortunately for you he was wearing a heavy leather jacket and you had not yet developed x ray vision. Perhaps in another genre. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” Eddie asked and you, ignoring Steve who looked mildly offended. 

You stood there in shock for a second before Robin nudged you in the rib. 

“I- uh. I have to finish closing.” you said, snapping out of it. 

“Steve and I can handle the rest of closing!” Robin grabbed Steve and shook his shoulder. 

“Guys, I’m literally in charge of you both. I can’t leave before you.” You said, already reaching for your bag under the counter. 

“We can handle it!” Steve said. 

“And I can handle Steve!” Robin added. “We close without you and Keith all the time, remember?”

You could trust Robin, and as long as Steve didn’t knock down any displays then it wouldn’t take them more than another ten minutes to finish up. You were so tempted to turn them down, make Eddie wait as you had waited for him for the past two weeks. 

But you were already stepping behind the counter towards Eddie and tossing the keys to lock up to Robin. Keith would murder you and write you up (in that order) if he knew what you were doing but looking up at the roundest pair of brown eyes you’d ever seen had you in the mood to make questionable choices. 

You shrugged off your vest and tossed it at Steve, in an attempt to make yourself look like you hadn’t spent the whole day dealing with unruly customers and screaming kids. Part of you almost wished that you had agreed to bathroom duty, if only to give you an excuse to look in a mirror and straighten yourself out. 

“Thanks, guys.” you gave them a quick nod, catching sight of Robin’s knowing smirk and Steve shaking his head before walking out the door that Eddie was holding open for you. 

The last thing you heard was the scrambling of the entrance to Family Video being locked. 

Part 7

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[miscling]

age gaps, and being a tmilf/older trans woman

[everything about this post is specifically about relationships between adults]

how do i feel about age gaps? well, i turned 40 a few months back and that kinda unlocked something, especially with the 20-25 year old crowd. especially since there's more than a few people who i could literally be the mother of who are down bad for me (or maybe, the idea of me as an older woman, but like, 40 is not old at all, it's not even close to old).

so, how do i feel about it? it's kinda cool, it's fun, it's also a little weird.

i mean, first off, we have the cultural view of age gaps that it's kinda creepy. normally we see it from the view of cishet couples with old guys chasing young girls. so as someone who's older, i kinda have to deal with the ick of feeling a little predatory. it makes me feel hesitant to pursue, even with clear signalling from a younger partner. i have to be pursued, but that's not all.

there's also things like power imbalances to consider, especially with kinks that involve d/s. when i look at younger people and they're just trying to avoid adulthood and trying to give up their agency by giving themselves to someone older, that's a little worrying! i can help someone figure out the direction they want to take their own life, but i'm not going to replace your parents! (personally, even if i do take a little bit of a caregiver role, i'm a sub, so i'm not looking to take control of someone younger than me, i want to be controlled!)

and like, it's important to recognise the different stages of life we're in. when you're 20 it's much easier to drop things for an adventure in a way that's much harder in your 40's. it's not just responsibilities, but energy and health. and even the things we'll be interested in are going to be different. finding things to do together and common interests is going to be a little harder!

getting to know me as a person isn't really optional, either. like most things, if it's just about fetishising the fact that i could have concieved someone twenty years ago there's not really a lot of milage we're gonna get out of things. it can be fun for a little teasing, maybe even a little play, but it's not gonna develop any further than that, and someone like me might not really wanna go there where it involves things like kink that require a lot of trust and a relationship.

so yeah, i do enjoy dropping a 'i'm old enough to be your mother' to get someone hot, and it is fun to tease a cute young thing, and it is also a little flattering to know they might be masturbating to my pics, but in the back of my mind i'm constantly thinking about the ethics at play. the last thing i want to do is harm anyone, so i am looking out for risks and vulnerabilities and minimising them.

so that's how i feel on age gaps, taken a bit more seriously. it's a complicated subject, and i'd hope that anyone on the other side of it is also thinking about these things too! i'm still working it out, and want to proceed carefully and consciously.

[lu-is-not-ok]

Hello Limbus Gamers

Why did I title this post that.

Anyway, yeah, it's that time again. I'm gonna analyze the RR4 trailer. Some of you may be asking why, but. You'll see.

Oh boy you'll see.

Starting off, we get a very brief animation of the nodes of the new Railway. And by brief, I do mean, this shit speeds past you like instantly.

They even make sure to not show the whole thing all at once to make it harder to count. I did count though. There are thirteen of these nodes in this animation. This might be subject to change, but we shall see.

Then we get the title card. We're back to single word Railway names from before RR3, and in the background we get to see some silhouettes. We're gonna learn what they are during the trailer itself, but you can already tell they're the abnos from the Battle Pass E.G.O - Dreaming Electric Sheep, The King in Binds, and Portrait of a Certain Day.

We also see silhouettes of some Sinners, and while it's hard to make out with the text in the way, I'm pretty sure there's N Corp Don, N Corp Faust, and BL Yi Sang in there.

Now THIS is interesting - a new Railway gimmick! Not just one gimmick though, but after throwing the screenshot into Google Translate, it turns out we might be dealing with two!

First, the one that doesn't need translating to figure out - the Backup gimmick. I believe it's shown a bit clearer in the next scene, so I won't be speculating on it too much yet, but from my guess it's a replacement for a similar mechanic in RR3, where you could throw another team of Sinners at an Abnormality after your initial team of 6 died to finish the Abno off from where you left it at.

That's not the most interesting part though, this is.

Our Sinners are also going to be recieving individual buffs in this Railway, potentially based on selection order, considering PM has been pushing more and more for the selection order to matter with the recent addition to the E.G.O Gifts.

If I'm correct and the buffs are based on selection order instead of being completely random, we can see the buffs are as follows:

Selection 1 - Identity Level +2

Selection 2 - SP Gain Efficiency +3

Selection 3 - too blurry for google to translate

Selection 4 - Defense Level +2

Selection 5 - Max Speed +2 (the 5 came from the semi-transparent level 45 number lmao)

Selection 6 - too blurry for google to translate

Selection 7 - Final Power +1

Selection 8 - Damage taken -10%

Selection 9 - this one i'm not too sure on but it might be Aggro +5 (the 45 came from the semi-transparent level 45 number lmao)

Selection 10 - scene cuts away too quickly to read it

In addition to that, some IDs (primarily the Backup selections but also for some reason Faust) get a head start of +10 SP when they join the fight, which is a very nice way to help off-set the issue of having to gain sanity in harder fights to even attempt winning clashes.

Next scene shows us what seems to be the Backup mechanic. It's an admittedly very brief shot that barely shows us anything of how it works, but considering everyone's low sanity and Ishmael's stagger, I'm guessing what happened is two units died and the backup units were put in there in their stead.

An interesting gimmick that honestly feels more lore-accurate than the current system LMAO.

Next up, we get our excerpts from the new Abno Logs. This one, based on the background, is for Portrait of a Certain Day. It's a bit hard to tell who wrote this Log based on the English translation, but it does give an interesting insight onto the Abnormality and by extention its E.G.O, Bygone Days.

Something about taking advantage of deaths through parading mementos of the dead in connection to Yi Sang and Gregor, huh... Gregor is the one who gave Aya's mask to Yuri as a memento, and then proceeded to keep that mask as a memento of Yuri. On the other hand, while Yi Sang personally didn't keep mementos of the League around, both Dongbaek and Dongrang had a strong emotional attachment to the last remaining picture of the League all together. There's something there I think.

Then we get to see the excerpt from Dreaming Electric Sheep's Abno Log. Again, not very clear who's writing this from the English translation. And this is a very interesting excerpt too! This is the clearest connection we get between the Abno and the 'Dreaming' part of its name! I feel like I'd need to see the whole Log to get a better idea of what is being conveyed here, but it is good to see we're getting to see some new angles on the Abno.

BIG SHEEP! It's notable that it's attacking Faust.

And there's Portrait, in all its low bitrate glory! Note that it's attacking Yi Sang.

What follows is two more shots, one of each of the Abnos, and then...

It might hard to see in that glorious 240p low bitrate, but yes. That is, in fact, N Corp Don and N Corp Faust, covered in a purple glow, attacking the Sinners.

And then, the bombshell.

Guys.

Guys.

These are Envy Peccatula.

Envy Peccatula are doppelgangers.

DO YOU REALIZE HOW HUGE THIS IS FOR SIN ANALYSIS??? Envy is one of those sins we got barely anything on due to its lack of Peccatula, and yet here we are, RR4 gave us a fucking blessing.

Anyway, back to talking about the actual fights themselves, I believe we're going to be dealing with faction-themed Envy Peccatula stages. The one we see in the trailer is N Corp, complete with a relevant background, and in the in the title card we can see Blade Lineage Yi Sang, implying we could get a BL-themed node as well. Notably, these are both factions that have enough IDs to form a full team.

The only other full team ID factions we have are W Corp and Liu Association, so these are also contenders for Envy Peccatula nodes. Seven Association is also possible, as they are only missing one ID from being a full six ID team. We could also potentially get a fraud Pequod Trio that's made up of the Pequod IDs, which would be really funny, but I'm not sure how likely that is.

Back to the trailer itself.

We finally get the Abno Log excerpt for The King in Binds, and it's very evocative in my opinion. The poetic language makes me think that Yi Sang is the one writing this Log.

This seems like an excerpt that's being used to describe a game mechanic - The King in Binds might have a mechanic where he tears himself free from his throne if certain conditions are met. Very interesting considering what we know about the abno.

What follows is some extremely quick and hard to see snippits of The King in Binds attacking Yi Sang. Yes, this is the best frame I could get from it.

Aaaand that's about it!

All in all, extremely excited about the potential Envy lore and fighting against out own units, and I guess the abnos are there too.

[archangeldyke-all]

Sevika and reader’s daughter is getting ready to go prom and sevika gives her date a hard time

I absolutely love your work 💓💓💓💓💓

this is so fucking cute. UGH

men and minors dni

sevika cries the night before little fucker's prom. not in front of her, just in your arms that night, silently soaking your pajama shirt as she cries about your daughter growing up.

"she was a baby just yesterday!" she whines. you giggle and press a kiss to her head.

"she's growing up, honey." you say, tearing up too. sevika sniffles.

"oh god, what if she has sex tomorrow night?" she asks. you laugh.

"oh please, like you weren't juggling three girls by the time you were eighteen." you tease her. sevika groans.

"i know, i'm worried she's got my slutty tendencies!" you burst into laughter.

"she'll be fine. at least she can't get pregnant with her little girlfriend." you tease. sevika groans again.

"god, i don't trust that girl one bit." she mumbles. you laugh.

"sev, she's a sweet kid. she obviously adores our girl, you saw her promposal."

your daughter's date to the prom is a sweet, quiet girl, who 'promposed' to her with a big bouquet of her favorite flowers, a bag of her favorite fast food, and tickets to a movie she's been dying to see. she's got your stamp of approval. sevika's is gonna be a bit harder to earn.

sevika gasps in your arms suddenly.

"what?" you ask, panicked.

"fuck, babe, in five years we could be grandmas." she groans. you laugh.

"oh please, you'd love having another baby around."

"not yet!" she cries. "we're too young! she's too young!"

"she might not even want kids, sev."

sevika's silent for a minute, considering this. then, "she fucking better. if she doesn't have one soon, i'm getting you pregnant again. i want another baby." she says. you burst into laughter.

"i don't think that'll work babe, but you can try all you want." you offer, opening your legs around your wife. she grins, her tears gone, and she shoots up to kiss you.

"deal."

the next day, sevika cries on and off from the moment she wakes up.

as you help little fucker do her makeup, sevika stands in the corner sobbing.

as she helps little fucker curl her hair, sevika's tears keep falling onto her head.

when she slips into her suit-- sevika breaks down.

"oh fuck!" she cries, wrapping her arms around your daughter. she groans.

"ma, get her off of me! she's gonna ruin my suit!" your girl wails as she tries to wiggle out of sevika's grip. sevika doesn't let go, not until you pull her away by her ear.

"just wait until your wedding day, kid." you tease your girl. she rolls her eyes, and sevika whimpers.

"why would you say that?" sevika wails, a fresh round of tears bubbling up in her eyes. you laugh and kiss her tears away, and beside you, your little girl gags.

when her date arrives, all of sevika's tears disappear, a glare taking over her features.

the girl pulls up in a car and walks to the door with a bouquet of flowers in her shaky hands.

your daughter is vibrating with excitement as she answers the door and lets her girlfriend in, and it makes you a little emotional. they're so fucking cute.

her girlfriend tries her best. sevika doesn't make it easy.

"i'm so excited to finally meet you mrs. and m--"

"save it." sevika grunts. you elbow her and sevika elbows you back.

your daughter facepalms. "mom--"

"what're your intentions with my daughter tonight?" sevika asks. you bite your lip to keep from laughing at the cringes on your daughter and her girl's face.

"i-- uh-- d-dancing?" she asks. "w-we've got reservations at an italian place after, and there's an afterparty at--"

"afterparty!?" sevika exclaims. you snort and elbow her again.

"i already told you mom!" your daughter whines. "at robby's house-- you know, nerdy robby? robotics club captain?"

sevika's glare lessens, but doesn't dissappear. "nerds can get into just as much trouble as any--"

"sev." you cut her off, shooting her a glance. quit embarrassing our poor kid. you telepathically tell her. she glares at you.

it's my job to embarrass her, it gives her character. sevika's glare responds. you roll your eyes.

"can i get a few pictures of you kids before you go? you look so cute in your matching suit and dress." you say, distracting the teenagers from your wife's glare. your daughter's new beau nods so hard you think her head might fall off her neck. you laugh and guide them outside to pose in front of the flowers in the front garden.

as you snap pictures, sevika hovers over your shoulder the entire time.

your daughter grabs her girlfriends hand, and you can physically feel the way sevika cringes. when her girlfriend rests her hands around your daughter's waist, sevika has to look away. and when they kiss, sevika groans.

"okay! fuck, save it until you're married." she says. you snort.

"when did you become such a prude?" your daughter asks, glaring at sevika. sevika glares back.

"i've always been a prude. i've never had sex in my life. and you shouldn't either." she says. you laugh.

"i heard you and ma going at it this morning in the shower!" your daughter exclaims. you watch in amusement as her date blushes red as a tomato.

"okay!" you interrupt before the poor girl has a heart attack. "you two should get going." you say, walking your daughter and her date toward her car on the street.

her date sprints to the driver's side, slamming the door behind her, sufficiently terrified of sevika, and trying to get away as fast as possible. it makes you laugh.

you and sevika wrap your little fucker up in a big, tight hug before she can slip in the passenger's seat, pressing kiss after kiss to her hair. she giggles between the two of you.

"you guys are horrible." she complains. you laugh.

"hey, that's all mom. i've been a perfectly normal parent all evening--" you try to defend yourself. you're met with twin glares from your wife and daughter.

"you wanted me to!" sevika accuses.

"you barely stopped her!" your daughter shouts.

you laugh. "both of those statements are false!"

your kid groans, and sevika kisses her forehead again.

"call us if you need a ride. i don't care what time it is or where you are-- we'll come get you. and your little girlfriend too." she says.

"i know, mom." little fucker groans.

"and don't drink anything you didn't make yourself!" you say. she rolls her eyes.

"there's not even gonna be alc--"

"here." sevika interrupts her, shoving a dental dam, mini bottle of lube, and a condom into her suit's breast pocket. your daughter scoffs.

"oh, so you're suddenly all 'sex positive' again." she says. sevika shrugs.

"i don't want you having any sex until i'm dead and buried, but if you're gonna do it while i'm still alive, make sure it's safe." she says. your kid groans.

"i know, i know." she grumbles.

"take this." you say, handing her a folded wad of cash. "pay for her dinner tonight-- as an apology for our behavior."

your kid grins. "thanks, ma."

you hug her again, pressing kiss after kiss to her head. you're so distracted by loving on your daughter, that neither of you notice when sevika disentangles herself from your group hug to walk around the car and tap on the driver's side window.

"y-yes miss?" your daughter's date asks wearily as she rolls the window down. sevika glares down at her.

"you take care of her." she says. your daughter looks up from where she'd buried her face against your shoulder to watch their interaction in horror.

"yes ma'am."

"drive the limit. if you drink, or smoke, or do anything-- don't you dare get behind the wheel, you hear me?" she asks. the poor girl nods again.

"y--"

"take this." sevika says, handing the girl another dental dam, condom, and mini bottle of lube. you chuckle, your daughter groans, and her girlfriend's eyes nearly pop out of her head.

"this is so humiliating." your kid mumbles. you giggle.

"hey-- if she sticks around after this, then you know she's a keeper." you tease. your girl snorts.

"mom leave her alone!" she calls.

"you gotta pen?" sevika asks. you watch as the girl scrambles for a pen and paper, handing it to your wife. sevika scrawls something onto the paper, then hands it back. "my number. call if you need anything." she says. the girl gulps and nods.

"oh my god." your kid groans. "she's gonna dump me after this."

you laugh. "no she's not." you say. "when she wasn't cowering in fear 'cause of your mom, the only thing she was looking at this entire time was you. i think you've got her hooked, honey." you say. little fucker melts, a shy smile creeping up her face.

"yeah." she says dreamily. you press a solid kiss to her head, and hug her one more time.

"be safe. but have some fun, yeah?" you ask. she nods at you. "and tell your girl we're really sorry. mom won't always be like this-- it's just how she shows she cares."

"i know."

sevika comes back to wrap your girl in a hug, kissing her again.

"love you, kid." she says.

"love you too." she says, squished between the two of you.

when she finally worms her way out of your arms, she hops into the car and leans over the console to press a kiss to her girlfriend's cheek. you grin at the way the girl's look of horror quickly melts, a shy smile taking its place.

"bye!" you call as the car starts up, waving at the girls.

as soon as the car turns the corner, sevika's crying again.

"fuck! she's gonna be in college soon-- what are we gonna do without her annoying ass bothering us all the time?" she asks, crying into your shoulder. you laugh, pressing a kiss to her scalp.

"i've got a few ideas." you say, trailing your hands down to grab your wife's ass. her crying ceases, and she looks up from your shoulder with a cocky smirk.

"oh yeah?" she asks. you giggle and shrug.

"when's the last time we fucked on the couch? or the counter?" you ask. sevika grins, then ducks down to hoist you over her shoulder, running back into the house.

you squeal and laugh the entire way.

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Chapter 9 - they’re not you

Once you both pulled away for air again, you shook your head to yourself and turned your head away, embarrassed. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“I can’t do this, Rafe.” You told him, your heart raced and your hands got clammy.

"Why? Just because of your little brother and his friends? You're letting them run your life now?" he asked with a scoff, reaching out to grab your jaw and forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Stop, Rafe.” You slapped his hand away, he let your jaw go and held his hands up in defense.

“Fine, but the doors always open for you.” He said, putting his hands down. You stood up, and he did now as well.

“I’m being serious. I’m not doing this again, I broke up with you.”

“And I treated you badly, but I told you, I’m better now. Tryna be a better man, for-“ he continued, looking back at you now.

“For your dad, Rafe. Not for me.” You interrupted.

“And for you.”

“Yeah, right. You got girls practically lining up for you. Go fuck one of them.” You scoffed this time, going to open the door when he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him again.

"But they're not you, y/n," he said, his voice filled with sincerity, which took you by surprise. You were speechless for a momenr, unable to form a response.

“I can’t, Rafe.” You repeated quietly.

“Give me one more chance.”

“Rafe…” you sighed. “I’m sorry.”

You both stared at each other, before you shoved his chest lightly, pushing him off of you and heading to the door.

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“Are you kidding me, Sarah? That doesn’t even make sense. Wards on the island? Like, the same island we are on, Sarah?”

“Yes, he’s back. Mm-hmm.”

“The second I see him, I’m turning him in, I swear.” Kiara sighed. “I don’t know how you do it. Every time I wanna complain about my dad I just think about your dad.”

“Oh, glad to be of service.”

“Works every time.”

It was silent before Sarah spoke up again.

“Hey, have you seen y/n? I went over to Ricky’s, and I didn’t even see her there.”

“No. Haven’t seen her, JJ, or John B in a while.” Kiara said.

“Weird.”

Sarah looked over, seeing Topper speaking to someone. She stared for a moment, before looking the other way, trying to avoid him.

“I didn’t know Topper was going to be here.”

“Sorry. My mom invited like the whole island.”

“Shit.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Shit.” Sarah repeated.

“I’ll keep him away.”

“Here’s the game plan, get the girls, go find Pope and Cleo, get down to South America as quick as possible, cool.”

“Seems a bit vague, I gotta say, John B. Also, me and my sister don’t got a passport, so-“

“Hey, look, don’t bore me with the details, all right? We’ll figure that out later. Hey, look at me.” John B whistled when jj looked over to see Kiara, staring for a moment.

“Yeah.”

“Gonna get Sarah. Gonna get Kie, little rendezvous mission. Back on the boat, get out of here.”

“Well, the other day, Mike and I got kind of got into a little bit of a tiff, all right? And if I go over there right now and Mike sees me, he’s not gonna let Kiara out of his sight, book. Mission blown, we can’t go down to South America.”

John B sighed, “look, just don’t get seen. All right?”

“You’re right. I’ll stay here.”

“No, no, that’s not what I was saying-“

“I got your six,” he hopped over, starting the engine of the boat.

“Yep. Great.”

“I’ll keep her running, dog, alright?”

John B sighed, walking off the dock and over to the party.

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“God damn, where can I get any harder shit?” You murmured to yourself as you walked through the party, a drink in hand.

Right now, you needed to get drunk. And fast.

You rummaged through coolers, until finally finding your drink of choice with a smile.

“Y/n?” Kiara asked, not expecting to see you.

“Hey, kie, hey Sarah!” You waved to them, going over.

“Where have you been?”

“Working, lurking,” you said with a shrug, downing the drink you had in your hand. Kiara and Sarah raised their eyebrows.

“I didn’t know you were invited.” Kiara said.

“I wasn’t. Shit, I need more than that. Is this a party or not?”

“Yes, it is.” Kiara said, handing you another from a cooler next to her.

“Thank you.” You popped it open.

Mr. Carrera stood on the stage and began to give a speech.

“I would like to thank my daughter…” he paused upon seeing you, remembering the argument you had with him and how you stole.

He cleared his throat before continuing, making a smirk fall into your face as you tipped your cup at him.

“But most of all,” he held out his hand for Mrs. Carrera, helping her get up on the stage. “Thank you, Anna… for 15 years. For making this restaurant a symbol of our life. I love you. Figure eight, the cut, everyone’s together here.”

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes and scoffing, just scarfing down another drink, before going to the cooler and grabbing another, and walking down the dock.

You took smaller sips this time, a stumble in your step as you walked. You looked at the sunset, before someone called out your name.

“JJ?” You furrowed your eyebrows, turning to see him on the boat.

“Shit, you look like a mess.” He said with a small laugh.

“I am a mess.” You told him, getting onto the boat with him. “What are you doing here?” You asked him, sitting on the seat next to him.

“Long story, basically Singh kidnapped Big John, and they’re somewhere in South America, now we’re trying to get everyone so we can go to South America.”

“South America?!”

“Yeah. Crazy, ain’t it?”

“Very! I can’t- I can’t go to South America!”

“Then don’t.” He shrugged, leaning back while acting nonchalant.

“I lost my other job going on your trip I can’t lose these.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” You stood up, getting on the dock. You looked out at the water, standing before sighing and falling back into the boat.

“Knew you would.” He said with a laugh, you hit his side and he pouted, smile falling.

“Ow.”

“I didn’t even hit you hard!”

“Yes you did!” He said, standing up and going over to the fence.

“No I didn…” you trailed off, he furrowed his eyebrows and looked to where your eyes were.

“Shit.” JJ muttered under his breath, seeing Kiara walk towards the dock. He tried to hide behind the fence, but she clearly saw him.

“JJ.” She spoke, coming over to him. You sat back in the boat, watching the exchange with an amused smile. “I saw John B, thought you couldn’t be far..”

“I wanted to keep my distance. Wouldn’t want to ruin the party.” He pointed over to her parents.

“We were wondering where you guys ran off to. You okay?”

“No… Look, long story short, we’re mounting a full search and rescue mission right now because big John got nabbed.”

“What do you mean, got nabbe-“

“I said the same thing, Kie!” You told her, tipping the can at her.

“Shut up and drink your beer!” JJ told you over his shoulder, before turning back to her. “Kidnapped, snatched, abducted, that kind of thing. To South America by Singh. So we have to get down there as soon as we can.”

“South America? Right now?”

“Yeah, I know. It’s a long shot, but we’re making a plan right now.”

“I mean, you come in here after stealing from my dad like, hey, we’re all good let’s go to South America.”

You came up to them, listening to it. You scoffed at her words, she turned to you and furrowed her eyebrows.

“You’re seriously still stuck on that?” You asked her.

“Yeah, I am, y/n. And I never forgot how you stole from my mom.”

“Eh. I’ve stolen from a lotta people, hard to keep track at this point.”

“So, is that a no? Uh, you’re just gonna ghost us?” Jj asked Kiara, ignoring you.

“Jayj, I’ve been wanting to talk since we got off the island. We need to talk. It’s all I can think about. I just can’t do any of that right now.”

“Okay, so, you’re saying you don’t wanna be a part of the plan when big John is up for execution right now. Okay. Cool, that’s a no.”

“I can’t!”

“Cool, all right. That’s all I needed to know.” He turned back to the dock, before turning right back to Kiara.

“It’s just that- actually, one last thing, when you see Mike could you just let him know that I uh, don’t feel bad about the money clip? Okay? Just let him know I actually needed it. So thank him for me- us, actually.” He motioned to you and him, winking before walking off.

“Appreciate that. Thank you.” You told her with a smile, following behind your brother.

She scoffed, making both of you stop in your tracks when she asks.

“What is wrong with you? You’re really acting like you don’t care? I mean, seriously, you’re like, acting like I don’t care. Like, I love you dude.”

He was taken aback, you spitting out the beer you had into the ocean. He turned around, eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” He paused. “Kie, I mean, thanks. Okay, great, no, look,” he walked back over to her, you staying behind this time. “It’s not gonna work, okay? I’m gonna go help my best friend save his father. Maybe I’ll see you at the break when I get back.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“If I get back.” He mumbled, grabbing your arm and practically pulling you over to the boat.

“What the fuck was that about?”

“I’d rather not talk about it right now, y/n.”

“Oh, shit, did you guys fuck?” You asked him, a little louder than intended, she heard it.

“Shut up, dude!” He slapped his hand over your mouth.

He just gave you a look, making your eyes widen and you prop your legs up. “Shit. Unexpected turn of events.”

——

“What happened, dude?” You slurred, walking with the two of them.

“She cheated, that’s what happened. After everything I’ve been going through, she’s off hooking up with Topper? I mean, what the hell?”

“Shit. Topper? She’s gotta be real low for that. He’s so… ugly.” You spoke with a snicker.

“You hooked up with Rafe for months. That’s not any better.” JJ retorted.

“No, there’s a difference. Because-“ you covered your mouth when you hiccuped. “Because Rafe isn’t hideous.”

“How many drinks has she had today?” John B asked, pointing to you.

“I lost count after 7.” You told him, hopping into the boat with JJ. “But I am sober enough to know the clocks ticking. Let’s just leave ‘em.” You shrugged. But John B wasn’t on the boat, and just stood on the dock.

“John B, what are you doing?” JJ asked when he saw him move, staring out as Sarah wrapped her arms around Topper. “Oh, don’t even think about it, dude-“

“Get in the boat, dude!” You exclaimed, he ignored the both of you and began to walk over to Topper and Sarah.

He was like a goddamn zombie, his anger controlled him as he walked over.

“Not right here, bro, not right here-“ Topper started, not looking for a fight.

Sarah got in front, but he pushed her off of him.

“We’re not doing this.” Topper spoke, John B shoving him.

“Feel good about yourself?”

“Stop!”

“You need to chill out, bro!”

They argued.

“I would just walk away.”

“Should we just… let him go at it?” You asked JJ, watching him push and shove Topper.

JJ didn’t answer, just watching.

“For once in your life, would you please just turn around and walk away?” Sarah grabbed him, turning him to her. He stared at her for a moment.

“Please. Please don’t.”

“Hey, no hard feelings bro.” Topper laughed behind him.

“We good?” He asked, and John b turned around to look at him.

John B socked him in the face, making you wince at the loud sound it made. Topper grunted as he fell to the ground, he shook his fist.

“You like that shit, Top? Huh? Huh?”

John B ignored Sarah as he grabbed Toppers collar, hitting him multiple times in the face, hard blows hitting his face.

“Shit.” You mumbled, both you and JJ running over to him.

Kiara’s dad pushed him off of Topper, he shouted at John B. You and JJ grabbed John B, pushing him away as him and Mike shouted at each other.

“Get off of him!” JJ shouted at Mike when he came too close to John B.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ bout! The three of you, get out of here!” He shouted.

“Fuck that’s supposed to mean?” You shouted at him, glancing back at him before focusing back on shoving John B away.

“You happy, Sarah?!” He shouted, both of you pushing him back onto the dock.

“She’s a cheater. That’s who she is. I should’ve known.” John B ranted as they walked on the dock.

“Any idea what you just did?” you mumbled to him. Suddenly, the drunkenness didn't seem so fun anymore.

“C’mon, we gotta go.” You motioned at John B as you untied the ropes, hearing sirens in the back.

The three of you sat in silence, your mind racing with everything you did in one crazy fucking day.

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kinktober : day one - afab!agent!reader x dieter bravo

prompt : cock warming [ 18+ mdni ]

word count : 0.8k words

summary : dieter is a brat.

warnings, etc. : cock warming (obvi, but also like barely any LMAO), male masturbation, reader is described as wearing glasses and having manicured nails, sort of sub!dieter

a/n : happy first of october!! can't believe it's finally here!! so uhh if you saw that is was originally day two no you didn't lmao, i'm still editing a lot of them so they're likely to change in order lmao

“You whine too much.” You stare at him over the rim of your glasses that have slipped down your nose. 

“If I have to read one more fucking script I’m gonna lose it.” He throws the binder in his hands across the couch. 

Not a great sign considering he’s two scripts deep into a pile of well over a dozen. 

“Just a few more, then we can order food and take a break.” You’re shuffling through papers trying to sort out his contracts.

Not like he cared about the money.

He only did a movie if he liked the script. 

Which he hated reading. 

“Can you at least sit closer to me?” His voice shifts up a bit, he gets so nasally when he whines.

There’s a reason you’re on the other couch. 

 “If I sit closer you won’t get anything done.” You push your glasses up the bridge of your nose, shooting him a warning glare.

“I’m already not getting anything done.” He throws his head back, spreading out on the couch. 

“And who’s fault is that?”

“Just come sit with me.” He’s practically throwing a tantrum with the way he stomps his foot and crosses his arms in front of him. 

“Use your words Dieter, I know that’s not what you really want, I’m not giving it to you unless you ask properly.” You’ve told him this a hundred times already. 

“Come sit on my cock.” He grumbles almost petulantly. You tilt your head down staring at him over your glasses with your eyebrows raised expectantly, when you clear your throat he sits up a little straighter. “Please?”

“You need to work on your manners.” You look down at the spreadsheet you’re struggling to fill out. “Touch yourself, when I’m done with this I’ll deal with you.” You begin chewing the end of your pen as he lets out an obscenely loud moan. “What do we say, Dieter?”

“Thank you.” He’s already shoved his sweatpants halfway down his thighs.

“Thank you, what?” 

“Thank you ma’am.” You watch as he enthusiastically spits in his palm. 

“Mhmm.” You try your best to return to your work but he isn’t making it easy on you. 

Dieter Bravo, the actor that he is, always putting on a show. 

You know he’s trying to speed you up and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t working. Letting his head fall back with a moan straight out of a porno as he spits on his hand, reaching down to cup his balls before stroking himself languidly. 

After a few minutes of listening to him whine, you finally look up, watching him with an uninterested look as he thrusts his hips upwards, fucking his fist as he stares at you with wide pleading eyes. He fucking loves this. It’s his favorite game, over the years you were shocked to learn that Dieter Bravo, alleged lover of attention, got off on being ignored by you. Nothing made him harder than when you disregarded him. 

He lets out a familiar keen as you watch him, you bullshit your way through the rest of the form you’re working on, not looking up as you speak. 

“If you come I won’t touch you for a month.” It’s an empty threat but you know he’ll take it seriously. He squeezes the base of his cock with a groan, his chin falling forward to rest on his chest as he lets out a breathy whimper. 

You collect all of your papers, making your way across the room, and setting them down on the couch next to him.

“I expect you to read every single one of those Dieter, I mean it.” You slide your panties down your legs, stepping out of them before hiking up your pencil skirt and straddling his lap. 

“Yeah, of course-“ His voice trails off into a strangled cry as you waste no time and sink down onto his length. You close your eyes for a moment, relishing in the feeling of fullness as he squirms a bit beneath you, adjusting himself. 

“I mean it.” You compose yourself quickly, frowning as he rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, I know-” You grab him by the jaw, your manicured nails leaving little crescent marks on his chin. Once his attitude dwindles you release him. 

“You will sit still and you will read your scripts, you will not speak unless it is to tell me you are done and you will not touch me without permission. If you’re good I might let you come.” You click your pen to accentuate your point, already getting back to work as you start filling out another form against his shoulder. “Is that understood?” You don’t bother looking at him, you already know what expression you’ll see plastered on his face. 

“Yes.” He sounds awfully satisfied with himself. Now you turn to face him, setting the tip of the pen underneath his chin to make him meet your gaze. 

“Yes, what?” Just as you suspected, he’s grinning from ear to ear, his eyes half closed as he leans back with a pleased look on his face, picking up one of the unread binders. 

“Yes, ma’am.” His cock twitches eagerly inside of you the moment he says those words. 

“Good boy, now read your scripts Dieter.”

a/n : this had basically no cock warming in it bc i'm feeling silly w these prompts but whatever lmaoo. happy first of october !!

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I literally love your fics so much. They be having my toes curling n shit😫I was thinking about how skz would get caught having sex. I just think about getting fucked by one of the members and then somebody walking in 🤗 (I totally don’t have a kink for this) (I’m lying) (I totally don’t want you to write an ot8 thought about this) (I’m lying again)

oh god.. YUMMMMMMM (it's okay anon... me too) i took some creative liberty with these so not all of them are explicitly about getting caught in the act but playing with the idea of it possibly happening due to something risque hehe

warning: usage of pet names such as "baby", "good girl", "princess" as well as degradation such as "stupid slut," etc. han's story deals with stepcest but they are adults and their parents married each other, there is themes of exhibitionism and voyeurism in all of them for the most part, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving) in some, hyunjin's story deals with him being an ex and you encountering him again while on a double date, minho has very slight themes of dubcon, please let me know if i missed anything major.

again these themes are not for everyone so please skip if uncomfortable but remember to not kink shame and respect others, thank uuu!!!

bangchan: "shut up, stupid slut.. they're gonna hear me fucking you dumb if you keep making noise!" he grunts in your ear. he had you over his desk, hand around your throat as he took you from behind.

his pace going agonizingly slow whenever he thought you were being too loud just to punish you.

but the thing is..

channie wouldn't mind getting caught. the mere idea had arousal coursing through him. what if changbin popped in saying he forgot something only to see chan balls deep inside you?

or what if jisung needed to work on some lyrics?

maybe chan would ask him to stay until he finished so he could help him out, not minding the extra pair of eyes. maybe the pretty sight would inspire him to write the best lyrics of his fucking life.

if that's what it took to get over the occasional songwriting block, channie had no issue letting his boys catch him pumping you full of cock.

minho: leeknow doesnt care one bit if someone walks in

if anything it makes him fuck you harder.

“you swear they won’t be back till later, baby?” you ask him, of course he says yes, swears on his life even.

but you knew better than to believe him, he lied straight through his teeth.

when he has you on all fours, face buried in your cunt, he can’t help but grin against your pretty little pussy knowing his friends would be home soon.

sheathing his cock deep inside you because you kept whining for him to just put it in already. 

“whatever you want, princess..”

and you should’ve known he was up to no good because more often than not, he would make you work for it. he liked to tease you, have you beg, cry until you couldn’t take it anymore.

but his cock was just too good for you to care, happy that he had a change of heart for once and was fucking you into his sheets so good.

you couldn’t hear the door creak open over your moans, couldn’t feel curious eyes peering on your puffy cunt and how it was sucking minho in so perfectly.

minho was putting on a show for his friends, pretending like he wasn’t aware they were watching, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull you back slightly, your back arching for him. he couldn’t wait to fill your pussy for everyone to see. he hoped they saw how dumb you were on his cock, that they would think about you when they touch themselves later.

changbin: changbin never knew how turned on he would be after being caught until it happened. it never crossed his mind that the thrill would make his cock swell with excitement.

hyunjin thinking he was gone and going into his room only to see you riding him on his rolling chair.

changbin warned you!

told you hyune was probably home and painting one of his pretty flowers.

told you to shut up if you wanted to take his cock or he would pull out, but he got so lost in the feeling of your warm walls around him that he totally forgot about keeping quiet himself.

hyunjin simply wanted to put back something he borrowed but was met with the two of you, changbin's pace not relenting after being caught. hyunjin couldn't move from his spot by the door, watching as changbin whimpered that he was going to cum.

and hyunjin was mesmerized by the thick ropes of cum spurting and spilling out of your hole, how changbin desperately tried making you keep it all. maybe next time changbin would invite hyunjin to watch for longer, maybe even paint what he sees so he could add it to his figure drawing portfolio.

hyunjin: fuck, you wanted him.

wanted him so goddamn bad.

so bad that you were willing to put aside all your morals for this man.

you knew you shouldn't.

shouldn't let him whisper all those tempting promises of pure fucking pleasure, not while you sat across your date. hyunjin was an ex who was unfortunately best friends with the guy you had been seeing. it was nothing serious as of now, quite casual. you weren't even sure how far this relationship would go but as soon as hyunjin offered to skip dinner and go straight to dessert, you threw away any scrap of dignity you had left and excused yourself from the table.

hyunjin followed suit a while later, leaving behind the girl his friend had tried setting him up, way more interested in what you had to offer. things didn't end badly between the two of you per say, but you both had a lot of maturing to do. the relationship was fiery and you knew it was too much too handle so early on in your life.

now however, all you wanted was his lips to work on your clit while your date waited outside cluelessly.

"missed me?" he mumbled into your folds before nipping them teasingly.

"shit.. hyunjin w-what if he-"

but he just smiled, knowing you didn't want him to stop either way.

"don't worry princess, i'll make it quick if you behave.. just bear with me."

you knew better than to act like a brat right now, you didn't even know how much time you had before your date would start to suspect something was up.

hyunjin licking at your hole with the thought of being caught all added to your intense orgasm. creaming all over hyunjin's tongue as he lapped it eagerly. there was nothing he loved more than the taste of your sweet cum.

"everything alright in there?" your date knocked which made hyunjin quickly cover your mouth.

instead of stopping, he decided it would be the perfect moment to pull his slacks off and line himself up with your hole.

"y-yes! i-i.. fuck.. be out soon!"

han: if your mom knew what you were doing, she'd absolutely lose her shit.

the same would go for han jisung's father who now happened to be married to your mother.

this wasn't the kind of bonding they anticipated the two of you would have when they planned a weekend family trip once summer classes let out.

but to your defense, they never explicitly stated what kind of bonding was or wasn't allowed. you gave yourself the liberty to interpret it as you wished.

your wish being getting fucked stupid while your parents went out for a stroll on the beach early that morning. thank god they thought it would be a splendid idea to make you two share a room while on vacation.

jisung had woken up with morning wood and you wanted nothing more than to take it in your mouth. you wanted to feel how hard it was deep inside you. and han jisung would be silly to turn down the offer. ever since he laid eyes on you, he wanted to have you bent in every position he could imagine.

but you had to be quick.

god knows when your parents would be back.

you two didn't waste any time.

legs thrown over his shoulder so he could carve his cock deep inside your pussy, hands squeezing your tits together and watching as they spilled from between his fingers. they could be home any minute now but han jisung wouldn't stop until he came inside you and left you full.

and he was going to do it all over again once they'd go to bed. he might even prep you beforehand, fingering you under the dinner table without anyone having a clue.

felix: you were needy and felix had decided to be mean and go live on his instagram.

how could he?

all you wanted was to play with him a little before bed..

you were very explicit with your desires, letting him know beforehand that you wanted to have sex. you knew he was doing this on purpose to mess with you.

however, he had no idea that you would get on your knees in front of him, pulling his cock out from under his shorts to take him in your mouth.

he knew he couldn't react.

couldn't make a scene in the middle of his live and alarm anyone watching.

fuck, if only they knew how good you were working on his cock while he tried talking about what he had for lunch.

felix would never live it down if people found out what was going on (however, it was making his toes curl thinking about how clueless everyone was, how he could easily give himself away with a moan or if you decided to suck on him a little too loudly).

and when he cums, he tries so hard to play off his facial expressions as a yawn, but in reality he's creaming in your pretty little mouth, gripping your hair to hold you all the way down to his base

"g'night everyone.." hastily ending the live so he can teach you a lesson.

seungmin: it's not your fault your brother's best friend was so incredibly hot.

you were well aware how upset he would be if he caught you two, but he just doesn't understand!

he wouldn't understand how fucking amazing sex with seungmin was. how spontaneous and confident he was.

seungmin was bold.

seungmin was unafraid.

he'd ask you to sit besides him during movies so he could play with your pussy under the blanket, all while your brother sat mere feet away.

he'd ask you to give his cock a quick suck if he was in the kitchen grabbing a beer and you so happened to be there at the same time, your brother patiently waiting for him back upstairs.

but today he had gotten the idea to fuck you behind the baseball field's bleachers after he had finished practice.

your brother had gone to his truck to load the equipment back and seungmin just had to have you before he was back.

"come on.. trust me." he purred in your ear.

you knew your brother had his hands full at the moment, too busy making sure the pitching machine was strapped in properly to keep it from sliding in his trunk.

so you took seungmin's word and trusted him like you always did. his thick cock breaching your tight hole, no matter how many times he fucked you, the stretch always made your legs buckle.

his big hands gripped your hips as you clung to the bleacher for dear life. cock pumping mercilessly into you and leaving you stuffed.

his cum dripping down your legs just as he could make the faint figure of your brother approaching from parking lot.

you hoped he couldn't hear the both of you going at it from over there.

jeongin: he was bored out of his mind.

who's idea was it to take a school trip over the weekend? thank god it was his last semester and he would be done with all these class commitments for good.

the trip was long and exhausting but at least he had you.

there weren't that many students on this trip because this was a higher research class and most people would rather have a life outside of college. you being jeongin's girlfriend, pushed him to try a little harder before he graduated.

how could he say no when you motivated him with such a sweet smile? when he saw how interested you were in your major and how hard you worked? jeongin wished he could be a little like you sometimes, so disciplined and curious.

by now most people had dozed off, at least the bus was one of those nice coach ones.

jeongin just couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard he tried.

"baby?.. we still have three more hours until we get there.. why don't you just take a nap?"

"don't feel like it.. not tired.."

he could be such a kid sometimes, never wanting to take naps. it made you giggle as you shook your head

"stay up with me a bit, baby?.. everyone's asleep.."

god, you knew exactly by the tone in his voice what he was thinking of.

"jeongin-"

"just lay on my lap and pretend you're sleeping.. we're in the back, i'll keep an eye out. no one's gonna know.."

before you could even agree, he was already pulling his cock out just enough for you to be able to suck on him.

just like the good girl you always were to him, you laid down as comfortably as you could and took him in your mouth.

dropping him out of your mouth whenever you thought you heard any shuffling but jeongin would reassure you and guide his cock back through your pretty lips.

"relax baby.. just be good okay?.. that's right.. give me that mouth of yours.." he groaned quietly once you started to sloppily bob on him.

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

[piracytheorist]

Twilight Eyes Project: "Will They Pass or Fail?" (part 2)

Part 1 here

Previous episodes analyses

More anime additions, as we see Twilight make his preparations for the castle visit. Twilight eyes as he listens to his agency's response to his request, though they relax a bit as he notes how fast they were to respond.

I think, in a way, this might communicate how he has little idea of how his fellow spies see him. In both manga and anime, WISE spies run themselves thin in order to assist him, and they're all thankful they even get to see him in the flesh, some even wanting his autograph! Yet he felt embarrassed playing a game with them watching.

He manages to get a plane, and drunk Yor excitedly asks him where he got it, and he seems to struggle putting on his Loid eyes, as he still looks like he can't believe he was dragged into this.

Evidenced by the reluctance on his face, now with Twilight eyes.

Reaching the castle, Anya complains that there are no people around to play as servants and bad guys, and Twilight resorts to asking for help again, and once again his agency pulls through. Despite the help that was so eagerly given, he looks annoyed he has to go through this.

Play is on! In a totally useless charade - since Anya knows everything anyway and Yor is so drunk she's ready to pass out anytime - he pretends to be so very happy for his audience, using Loid eyes.

And while he tries to appear humble, his embarrassment and reluctance shows through.

If only he knew how many people down there were begging for a chance to participate.

Unsurprisingly, Twilight eyes are back on while Franky explains the game,

though they widen in disbelief once Franky instructs the others to give Loid as harder a time as possible - and seems to be really into it.

The game starts, and Twilight at first drags himself on, until he realizes he has to take it seriously if it's to pass quickly and effectively.

And he takes it very seriously.

But, he shouldn't underestimate the resourcefulness of a child when that child wants him to follow her whim. Thus, he fails two out of three questions, and he has no choice but to fall deeper into embarrassment.

He's back to business, however, when it's time to fight through entire groups of fellow agents.

His expressions seem "done" only when it's Anya involved.

Cause when he can pick up even a toy gun and focus on doing the thing, boy he focuses.

Especially if he gets to land a hit on Franky for dragging him into this XD

And as it is known, cool guys don't look at explosions.

However, once he's fought through other spies and avoided rubber balls and… well, explosions, he's ready for this charade to end… but it doesn't, and his tiredness is palpable.

But then, more spies appear around them, and he now has to play the role of Princess Anya's saviour, not just fight his way through traps and "enemies".

And he's not dealing really well with it.

But, it's For The Mission™!

With his entire face blushing, he does a spectacularly bad job at acting like the story's hero, although his coworkers are utterly excited to see him at work.

And then, a wild Yorticia attacks and nearly kicks his head off. He looks at her in utter shock and horror, unable to believe what just happened.

Yor continues her attacks, and all he can manage to do is defend himself as much as he can, though it barely seems enough compared to her strength and fighting skill. He's very much concentrated on it, and he doesn't even have the time to wonder where all that strength and tenacity came from. He's literally fighting for his life here.

Then, Yor breaks though his defense and the shock and fear are back. What is she gonna do next?

She's gonna break her shoe's heel and collapse. Despite the utter shock of the situation, his first action is to ask her if she's okay, realize she just fell asleep, and he then looks relieved. Probably both that she's okay and that she passed out before she could kill him.

Then it's back to dealing with Franky, and he is So Done.

Franky is quickly dealt with, and now he's facing the source of his embarrassment: a child.

Going though this episode, he seems to be perfectly able to concentrate on all the tasks without an issue. It's when he's facing Anya directly that he seems to lose his cool. He was slightly embarrassed asking his agency to come and play the servants and the bad guys, but while facing Anya we get a full-face blush that reaches back to his ears.

It's known to us from the first chapter that children are a sensitive spot for him. Being a spy requires enough detachment from one's feelings that one shouldn't be embarrassed to do anything while a fellow spy watches.

So here, based on the variety of his expressions, I don't think it was the specific context of the "play" that made him mortified - I think it was that it had to do with a child being involved. He's already compromising a ton for the sake of Anya's happiness, and I think what makes him nervous here is that he's showing to everyone how far he's going to make a child happy.

In his mind, he's not supposed to be a real father, only act as one. He's not supposed to really care about Anya's feelings, and he's not supposed to allow others to see he does.

But we know he cares for the happiness of children; it's just that, to ensure that, he's not used to playing with them, but to risking his life and doing shady work. And so, even though he's not invested in the game, it unintentionally brings to the forefront the fact that he cares for a child's happiness.

And maybe that's what Anya sees that makes her run to hug him.

However, spies are still watching, and cheering, to boot, and he's just left there speechless wondering what all that is about.

He'll understand, eventually, we hope.

The anime adds a moment of the other spies leaving between that and the next panel/shot, so here it looks like it's just him and Anya, so when Anya says she's had a lot of fun since leaving the orphanage, he finally relaxes a bit into a more neutral face.

And when she says she'll do her best at school, he smiles at her with what I can easily assume are real eyes.

There isn't really much he needs to do there; Anya is happy, satisfied, motivated to do her best at Eden. For tonight he can consider it a job well done, though I do find it important that Anya's excitement was so big that it even impacted him a little. It isn't just that Anya is motivated to do her part of the mission, it's also that a child had fun overall and felt taken care of. Even though he may not acknowledge it, this has a big value for him.

(no manga spoilers please)