#ask if they're in love in this one too take a fuckin guess

[httpsserene]

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥 - 𝐥𝐬. 𝟏𝟖 | 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝟒𝟎𝟒: 𝐏𝐍𝐅 |

𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝟒𝟎𝟒: 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

summary: if you love her, you have to let her go. who the hell came up with that? content warning: vacation romance. profanity. a couple of suggestive lines. one line of dark humor (toaster bath). fluff and angst. sibling dynamics (bullying). friendship. hard launch (but sad). emotional support esteban ocon (shrugs). heartbreak. this might count as getting together/breaking up. pairing: lance stroll x fem!black!reader

from serene: i feel like i have to reiterate that this does have a happy ending (in the next part). i think my tags are over dramatic asl but, i’m not trying to getting jumped in my inbox for miss tagging anything. also, i know lance isn’t a “popular driver” (whatever that fuckin means) but i’m in love with this smau, and i will not be accepting any judgement xxx

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instagram • ynplays • december 14th • cozy in a cabin ⚑

liked by valkyrae, yourbestie, segagenesisthedawg, and 43,879 others

ynplays: falling love with canada🇨🇦🍁🏒⛸️🌨️

tagged yourbestie, segagenesisthedawg, nhl

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ynplays: sega cries after he walks us back to our room at night and leaves 😫

➥ user1: she’s just a liddol girl 🥹

➥ user2: the puppy has spoken u have to keep him i don’t make the rules 🤷🏿‍♀️

➥ user3: so...you have no choice but to run away with him into the sunset.

yoursister: booooo we get it you've been brainwashed by a canadian man 🙄🙄🙄

➥ ynplays: when was the last time you smiled today

➥ yoursister: it's difficult when ALL you do is yap about your crush on this hockey-core man 🤢

➥ ynplays: he gives himbo hockey player IM TELLNG YOU !!!

➥ user4: so he's canadian 😶

user5: his name starts with an L, he's approx 6'0, is brunette with brown eyes, and he's canadian with hockey player vibes👐🏻

➥ user6: i could walk two (2) steps outside of my house in ottawa and i'd run into a man who fits this description 😭😭

➥ user7: he sounds like every other bitch???

➥ user8: let's go through every minor and major hockey league roster again

➥ yourfriend1: "again?" who TF has time for that

user9: tagging THE nhl is crazy 💀

➥ user8: i'm telling you he's a hockey player

➥ user10: idk man he doesn't look like a hockey build in either of these photos🤔

igstory • yoursister uploaded!

[caption1; me and sis] [caption2; fuck. i guess they're kinda cute together 😒]

yourfriend2: did you see them doing snow angels together 🥺🥺☹️ yourfriend2: that had me smiling ngl...they're adorable yoursister: yeah, i'm just happy there's no red flags she's ignoring, he seems like a genuine dude

user11: do you improve of this lance? 6'0, brown eyes, brunette, canadian hockey player 🙂 yoursister: uhh i fear for his life,,are u gonna put a hit on him or smth yoursister: also he is not a hockey player lol user11: oh🫣 yoursister: i'm pretty sure he's like a car engineer or smth? i think i heard him say that

twitter • december 16th

instagram • ynplays • december 16th • sanctuary ⚑

liked by nhl, yoursister, yourbestie, yourmom, and 42,313 others

ynplays: i don't want to leave.

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nhl: not me crying 😩 - admin

➥ user12: huh

➥ user13: nhl admin relatable

yourbestie: aw babe. enjoy your last five days here :)

➥ ynplays: i only have five days left 😟

➥ yourfriend1: oh girlie...it'll be alright

➥ yourfriend2: i always hate this part of the vacation

yoursister: please ask lance if he's willing to take you off my hands. permanently preferably.

➥ ynplays: are you familiar with the term sympathy?

➥ yoursister: oh you're sad for real

➥ yoursister: 😕 therapy session in the hot tub now ladies

➥ user14: this is depressing me

user15: hey, you can just elope? i don't think you've added that to your toolbox yet

➥ ynplays: too sad to even consider it rn

➥ ynplays: nvm he invited me to his cabin later 👅✌🏽

➥ user15: use protection 🙂‍↔️

user16: i feel like this should have a sensitive content warning

➥ user17: my day is ruined

➥ user18: and my disappointment is immeasurable

➥ user19: THERES 104 DAYS OF SUMMER VACATION🗣️🔊

➥ user20: read the room man @/user19

twitter • ynplays • december 21st

instagram • lancestroll • december 24th

liked by estebanocon, chloestroll, astonmartinf1, and 2,109,764 others

lancestroll: winter break has never felt so short. i missed you the second you stepped away from me. happy holidays, baby.

tagged ynplays

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estebanocon: it’ll get better eventually mate ❤️‍🩹 believe it or not

➥ lancestroll: finding it hard to believe rn

chloestroll: come have some hot cocoa with me

➥ lancestroll: yn liked hot cocoa

➥ scottyjames31: oh mate…

➥ user21: okay, i'm concerned for my health. there's some sort of clear liquid leaking from my eyes

➥ user22: FUCK man this is sad 😕

astonmartinf1: chin up lance - admin

➥ alpinef1team: feeling for you mate - admin

➥ mercedesamgf1: sad it ended up like this for you lance - admin

➥ user23: the f1 teams are assembling like the avengers in infinity war for this

➥ user24: an unforgettable day in f1 history

yourmom: fix this. liked by lancestroll

➥ user25: w mama 🤩

➥ user26: tell him ma'am ‼️‼️

yourbestie: thank you for being good to her when you had her

➥ lancestroll: don't thank me for that.

➥ user27: cooking up my toaster bath actually

user30: well this is not the hard launch i wanted to confirm our theory.

➥ user31: brb about to create them in the sims and make them get married and have 6 children, sega, two cats and let them get old together

➥ user: realest cure for heartbreak

user28: no way they decided not being together at all is worse than being long distance

➥ yoursister: that's what i sad but nobody listens to me

➥ user28: why'd they do it???

➥ yoursister: my sister can be incredibly stupid about returned feelings. and for some reason she chose now to "protect her heart"

➥ user29: she deserves her happy ending and needs to allow herself to have it 😭😭😭

twitter • ynplays • december 25th

imessage • lance -> yn

© httpsserene 2024

[oikasugayama]

Okay so yeah Ranpo is probably super lazy in bed but like… imagine him just getting SO worked up that he just goes N U T S and takes total control 🥴

OKAAAAAAAAAAY 🥴

so yeah he likes to be taken care of, likes to be lazy and not do the work, but when you tease him? when you edge him? when you're just not doing the thing he really wants you to do?

he's stronger than he looks. he can also be quite the little shit. he'll grab you, flip you over, pin you down. he'll press himself to your back and rub his dick against your pussy/ass without sticking it in and grumble in your ear that you're not. being. good. his tone is only a little playful and it's sharp. it's...sadistic almost. you can tell he's about to fuck the shit out of you and he's gonna enjoy working you up, using you, and maybe even overstimulating you or making you feel so good that you cry.

for exampleeeee (gender neutral, gonna mention several potential body parts to give more ppl the chance to enjoy)

ranpo's had a hard day. h was pissed off first thing in the morning by someone underestimating and belittling him, the bakery he went to for lunch didn't have what he REALLY wanted, and when he tried to have a calm afternoon he was scolded, bothered, and Karl ate some of his emergency sweets when Poe came to drop off his latest novel (which ranpo solved far too quick. booooring.)

and of course he kept you updated throughout the day about how shitty it was. you planned a nice dinner for him, gave him lots of kisses and played with his hair when he got home. eventually he turns to you and says "I need something extra sweet to cheer me up," while gliding his hand up your thigh. there's no issue identifying what he means.

you lead him to the bedroom, you two strip while kissing and nibbling and licking each others skin. you lay in bed and he plays with your boobs/nipples for a while. you get whiny and squirmy and eventually push him over, sit on his hips, and start riding him. he usually loves cowgirl--he loves watching your tits/cock bounce while you work yourself up, and then he loves watching your face scrunch up when you start getting close to cumming.

only today, you're going too slow. you're grinding more than you're bouncing. sure it feels good, but it's not what he wants. he tries to grab your hips and help you bounce, but he's not at a good angle to use his strength to life you, and it only gets you to lift up and sink back down a few times. he could ask you to change but doesn't wanna snap at you or sound like a dick. well. guess he'll just act. he knows you'll like it, sooo....

he huffs, glides one knee up to give him leverage, then in one fell swoop he's flipped you onto your back and is kneeling between your thighs, cock still buried deep inside you. He uses his arms to brace your thighs so they're near your sides--you're not quite folded in half, but he's definitely stretching your muscles out, and you definitely can't break free because he has you in the perfect hold.

and then, once you've gasped and had a second to process what he's done, he starts fucking you. hard. the room is full of obscene slapping sounds as his balls hit your ass and his thighs slap against yours. He grunts and moans, and even though you're obviously used to having sex with him you blush because of how different he sounds. he's usually very nice in bed, praising you and saying sweet things. now he's saying shit like "gonna fuck you so hard you can't fucking walk. gonna take everything out on your pussy/ass until i feel better. gonna use you and you can't fuckin' stop me. when you cum you better scream. i want you to wake the neighbors. i want you to wake the whole fucking neighborhood screaming cause i fuck you so good."

he makes you cum hard and he does it several times. He bruises you up all over, on your neck and chest from hickeys, on your ass and thighs from his grip and the force of his body hitting yours. when you're done you're sweaty, out of breath, overstimulated, there's cum everywhere, and he's dozing beside you with a smile on his face.

(please wake him up to take a shower and change the sheets.)

[archangeldyke-all]

Omg, part 2 of sevika x masc reader, childhood friends to lovers pleaseeee!!! It's so cute I love it omggg, okay imma give a scenario, they're aged up now, but still teens, and they do badass, and mischievous shit, and maybe it's their idea of a first date heh ☺️ You're amazing angel, I love theseee!!!

HEHEHEHEHEH i'm so glad u guys like this one, i was a tomboy as a kid and writing this story is healing something inside me

men and minors dni

sevika gives you a skeptical look. "and you're sure it'll work?"

you huff and roll your eyes. sevika thinks that because she's got a year on you she knows everything. "would you just trust me?"

"i just don't wanna give you an infection and be the reason you die or something."

you giggle and lean forward, kissing her worried frown. "that's why we got the alcohol-- to sanitize everything. and we run the needles through a flame before, too-- it kills the germs."

sevika's still squinting skeptically, but at least now she's blushing from the kiss.

you roll your eyes. "i'll let you do me first, if you're so nervous." you offer. sevika finally smiles. you grin and pull your shirt off.

sevika's staring right at your tits when you fling your shirt away. you giggle, and she kicks you in embarrassment. "you've seen them before, baby."

"i-i just-- shut up!" sevika huffs, pushing you down onto your back. you laugh, blinking up at the twinkling multicolored lights of your hideout.

you feel your own nervous embarrassment grow as sevika straddles your waist and stares down at your chest. she's heavy and warm and firm, and she's blinking down at you with her gorgeous silver eyes, a nervous glimmer behind them as she looks at you.

"okay." sevika whispers. "where do you want it?" she asks.

you grin and tap the top of your left tit. "right over my heart. duh."

sevika rolls her eyes. "that's so fucking corny." she whines. you grin.

"yeah, well, where are you gonna put yours?" you ask.

sevika's eyes dart away from yours and she mumbles. "s-same place, i guess."

you take one big swig off the bottle you'd stolen before handing it to sevika and letting her begin her work.

she gently soaks a cotton pad in the alcohol, wipes your chest clean. she sets up the supplies on your stomach, paper towels and ink and packaged needles. and when she's finally ready, she leans down and presses her lips to your chest, her black lipstick leaving a perfect kiss mark over your heart.

you giggle in excitement, then jump at the first poke of her needle. sevika pouts.

"does it hurt?" she asks, worried. you shrug. she tsks and smacks your shoulder. "don't move!"

you giggle. "it... just feels like a lot of scratches happening at once."

sevika hums along to the music you've got playing on the radio as she works, and you stare up at her, simply admiring your best friend.

when you'd asked a few weeks ago if sevika'd ever get a tattoo, her answer was a hard 'no.' she hates needles, and she's not really an artistic type.

but once you told her your idea for the one you wanted-- a permanent reminder of her love, her kiss etched into your skin for eternity-- sevika seemed enchanted with the idea.

which is how you ended up here. it takes a long time, and by the end, the top of your tit feels like it's on fire. but still, it's all worth it for the smile it pulls out of sevika when she admires her handiwork.

when she hands you a mirror and lets you look, you tear up a bit.

"wh--what?! do you regret it, did i do it wrong!?"

you laugh as you sit up and wrap sevika in a hug, nuzzling your nose against the crook of her neck and shoulder. "i love you." you say shakily. "it's perfect."

sevika sighs and kisses your head. "well, don't fuckin' cry, i need your vision clear so you don't fuck up mine." she huffs, kissing you one more time before flopping onto her back and unbuttoning her own shirt. you giggle and start collecting the supplies for sevika's tattoo.

she helps you apply her lipstick to your own lips-- you don't trust yourself to make it pretty-- the most makeup you ever wear is the remnants of sevika's that gets smudged onto your skin during a makeout session.

she giggles when she finishes applying the lipstick. "you look good."

you grin. "yeah? should i get my own tube of black?"

sevika rolls her eyes. "it's not black, it's coffee brown. i'm not, like, emo, or anything." you raise a disbelieving eyebrow at your girlfriend and she huffs in embarrassment. "whatever. just hurry up and kiss me already."

you laugh, bending down to press one clean, perfect kiss to her tit. when you pull away, you grin at your mark, then bend down to barrage her face with sloppy, uncorrdinated kisses. sevika squeals and bursts into laughter, half-heartedly shoving you away.

"close your eyes." you demand as you pick up a clean needle for her. sevika huffs.

"i wanna watch. you got to make goo-goo eyes at me the whole time."

you snort. "you're scared of needles, dummy, so close your eyes. you can stare at me when we've got you all tatted up and matching me."

sevika huffs and closes her eyes.

you feel bad poking your girlfriend so repeatedly, especially when she's clearly cringing in pain. but, once you get into the groove of it, sevika relaxes, and eventually she's asleep underneath you.

you giggle, kissing sevika's cheek to wake her up when you're finished.

she wakes up with a snort, and then she breaks into a grin. "d'ya finish?" she asks.

you hand her the mirror, watching in anticipation for your girlfriend's reaction.

sevika grins and bursts into laughter, before tossing the mirror away and pulling you down to kiss her. you hum happily against her lips.

"this means we're for real best friends forever now. y' can't lose a tattoo like you lost our friendship bracelet." sevika says. you cackle.

"how long are you gonna hold that over me?! i didn't mean to lose it-- i was eight!"

"i was only nine and i kept mine in perfect condit--" you cut her off with a kiss.

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[petrichor-idyllic]

@lu-thinkingstuff I accidentally deleted the original ask (and the entire fuckin fic I'd nearly finished along with it) so have a screenshot of your ask I managed to keep. Sorry.

I'm writing this as a standalone piece, but it can be read as a prequel to quite a few of my pieces if you please.

INDOCTRINATION

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. I know the request is fem!reader, but I guess this can be read as gender neutral since I don't think I used any pronous to refer to you, apart from you obviously lmao. Follows no cannon events. I am making this shit up. Can be read as a prequel to "Life before Drowning", any other of my fitting work, or as a standalone. Whatever ya want. References to the simulation sky that's in the books - if you're reading this as a movie fic, then let's pretend this is a failed WICKED experiment.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, annoying WICKED shenanigans, traumatised children, Ratman.

You met Minho when you were seven. Maybe eight.

The last few weeks had been a blur of chaos you can barely remember. With the Flare finally taking its victims in your hometown, families flocked to their last resort, donating their children to WICKED.

Most children weren't picked.

Of course, they weren't. Most children aren't immune. The occasional normal child was also plucked from the masses and swept away from the warmth of their families to the cold, white walls of WICKED's laboratories. But that was rare, and they were only ever valued as a control variable in whatever twisted experiments they took part in.

Not that you ever knew that.

The potential horrors didn't matter to most parents; yours included. Mothers and Fathers desperately passing their remaining blood to men in masks in hopes of saving their loved ones. There really wasn't much choice.

You were given even less choice as you were one of the lucky ones to be picked.

A white room became your home for several weeks. They made you forget your parents - those parents who willingly passed you into Ava Paige's custody in hopes you'd have at least a fleeting chance of survival on the infected planet.

They took your name, too. Your personality. The few memories you'd managed to develop so young. All of it; gone.

You were almost in a state of shock when they finally said you could leave your pristine tiled prison cell.

Following your capture through the endless high-tech halls and flawless clean corridors, you reach a large dining hall. Several long tables fill the room, along with the high-pitched chattering voices of children. The kids vary in age - some older, some younger, but that doesn't matter. They're all talking.

"Grab your food and find a seat." The booming, hollow voice of the balding man in a labcoat reaches your ears, and you can't even begin to process what he's saying.

"W-what?" Your voice is barely a whisper as you squeak out a response.

"Join the queue, and then find somewhere to sit. Your lunch break doesn't last long." He gives you no chance to ask anything else as he turns and walks back down the corridor. Leaving you with very little choice but to continue into the room.

Getting the food is the easy bit; a tray full of a passing excuse for food and a small cup of juice. Finding somewhere to sit is the problem. You mindlessly search for an empty seat, though your gaze mainly lingers on the masked individuals lining the room; armed and dangerous.

"Psst. Don't stare. They don't like it when you stare."

Your head snaps towards a voice. An Asian boy, about your age, leans over the table top, hand cupped around his mouth as he whisper-yells at you, like he's pretending to be subtle.

"...What?" You stare back at him as a grin creeps across his face as he sits back down.

"Those freaks? Duh? Don't stare at 'em. They'll snap at you." When you don't respond, the boy starts to sense your unease. "...You gonna sit down or what?" He vaguely gestures to the empty space on the bench across from him. It takes you a second to move, but he seems relieved when you do. "You got a name?"

"Uh, (Y/N)... I think."

"You think?" He scoffs as you struggle to get your leg over the slightly wobbly bench. You think it's wobbly, or maybe you're shaking too much; it's hard to tell.

"Well, yeah - that's not my real name, is it?" Your response leaves the boy unsure how to react. You're... not wrong.

"Huh. I guess. I'm Minho." He says with a grin. "And even if it ain't my real name, they made a good choice. It suits me, right?"

For the first time since you'd arrived, you find yourself smiling. Minho is charming, for a kid. He's already got an air of confidence about him, which is almost reassuring in this situation.

"Yeah," you giggle, "I guess it does suit you."

And that is how you met Minho. Reckless, cocky, funny, brilliant Minho. And by brilliant, I mean he is a brilliantly bad influence.

It's not like you got to see him very often - just over lunch and the rare breaks you both got at the same time. But when you did, it was always fun. You even developed a little group, mainly including Minho's friends - he has enough charisma for both of you.

The first time Minho snuck into your room, you were eleven.

It's the middle of the night, the faint sounds of footsteps from WICKED guards echoing through the small white room you reside in at nights. It's all background noise, now, you barely even notice it as you drift off to sleep.

Until the loud clattering of the vent hitting the floor makes you jump out of your skin, shooting up in bed.

"...shit." Minho murmurs as he peers into your room.

"Minho?" You whisper-yell at the sudden intrusion. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I couldn't sleep." He responds, matching your tone as he attempts to clamber out of the vent and onto the safety on the floor below.

"So, you decided to break into my room?" You climb out of bed, coming to assist your best friend as he slides down your wall.

"Yeah. Figured I'd give you a visit."

You cross your arms, eyebrow cocked as you glare at your friend. "Are you insane? We're gonna get in so much trouble if you get caught." You grumble at him, swallowing your initial shock (and your small smile thanks to his presence.)

"So? What are they gonna do?" Minho dusts himself off. "Make me train more? Poke me with another needle? However shall I cope?" His sarcasm results in another eye roll from you, but you can't help but chuckle as you shove him, playfully - but warning.

"They could lock you in your room for a week." A beat passes. "Again."

"Great." He grins. "Means I get some peace. Sleep away my problems."

"You're such a dick."

"You love me, really." He flashes you another signature cocky grin.

You don't even dignify that with a response. "What exactly are we doing then? Just... hanging out in my room?"

Minho hesitates, then looks back at the vent, then you again as a sly smile slowly creeps across his face. "I think I have a better idea."

And that is how you end up crawling through a vent in the middle of the night, and following your chaotic friend through the facility. Minho is a lot calmer than you are; cracking jokes, whistling and generally being a cocky little shit. You, however, are hissing at him every thirty seconds to shut the fuck up.

Somehow, you both stumble into a vacant hall. Well, Minho dragged you through another vent and whilst he gracefully jumped down, you fell in a heap on the floor.

"Christ-" you grumble as you dust yourself off, looking around the room. It's dark, unusually so - the only light creeping in from under the locked door to the room from the buzzing halogen bulbs. "Where are we?"

Despite your low tone, Minho doesn't do much to hide his voice. "Dunno. Damn - this place is huge!" The boy chuckles to himself, dragging his hand across the wall to navigate, the sound of his words, and comfort, creeping away from your reach.

"Minho-" you say into the void, further panic swelling in your gut.

"Yo, I think I found a light switch."

Before you can object that this is a bad idea, there's a hollow click, quickly follow by a binding light.

You weren't expecting it; expecting the same dull bulbs that consume the WICKED labs. But what you get is anything but.

The entire ceiling springs to life, imitating the bright blue of the sky you haven't seen since you found yourself in WICKED's custody.

"Holy shit-" Minho gawks upwards as he stares, too, finally in your line of sight.

The fake sky is scarily realistic - the glow of the sun, the faint fluffy clouds floating across the screen. You're not even sure you could call it a screen, honestly. There's not lines, or glitches or lagging from the technology. It looks so real. Like you could reach out and feel the damp clouds through your fingers, the heat of the sun on your skin.

You look at Minho, who looks at you at the same time. Both of you have no words; how could you? But your silence and exchanges looks say everything words could - what the actual fuck is this?

"...this is.." Minho starts, losing himself quickly.

"..beautiful." You finish for him.

"I was gonna say freaky." He responds, earning a chuckle from you as you wander into the middle of the room. "Hey, there's other buttons-" He says, gesturing to the control panel on the wall that he originally assumed was a light switch.

With the click of his fingers, dark clouds start to fill the fake-sky, creating a dimmer, more stormy atmosphere. But there's no rain. Just clouds.

Those seem to be the only two weather modes as Minho keeps switching between the two. Cloudy and sunny. It's definitely not quite advanced enough to imitate the real thing.

"Look- there's a time monitor." Minho mumbles as he moves a slider. The sky dims, as bright sunset colours fill the ceiling before it creeps into dusk, and then into a series of bright stars.

Minho's goofy grin says enough as he moves away from the controls, joining you in the middle of the room. You barely even notice him until he's crouching the lie on the floor.

"What are you doing?" You raise an eyebrow at him as he moves to lay on his back, looking up.

"Star-gazing, duh. What does it look like?" He says as he smiles at you, before gesturing for you to join him.

"We're gonna get caught-"

"Will you relax?" He chuckles, leaning up on his arms. "When are we ever gonna get a chance to do this for real? Might aswell enjoy it whilst we have the chance."

"It's fake." You cross your arms defiantly.

"Still pretty. Still better than our boring white rooms." He retorts. "C'mon."

You sighs, but relent as you move to lay next to him.

He's right. It really is pretty. The mimic stars sparkle and flutter, and suddenly the labs and the experiments feel worlds away, even if your escape is an extention of your captives skills.

Minho suddenly starts chuckling.

"What? What's so funny?" You say, turning your head to look at him.

"Nothing." He shrugs. "Just thinkin' that if Thomas was here, he'd probably be telling us about all those star thingies."

"...star thingies?"

"Yeah. You know? Those... stars that are, like, in a pattern."

"...constellations?" You can't help the amused smile creeping across your face at your friends ignorance.

"Yeah- those. They got names don't they?" Minho turns to look at you. "Thomas is such a dork. He'd know all of them."

You shake your head as you look back up at the ceiling, but Minho keeps looking at you.

"We should tell the others." You say, not noticing his gaze.

"What?"

"About this room. Newt and Sonya would love this."

"I thought you didn't want to get caught?" He chuckles and you roll your eyes.

"Yeah- but this is cool. They should see it."

A beat passes as Minho continues to look at you. "Nah."

"Nah?" You look at him, surprised by this. He's rebellious and fiery and is normally the first to drag everyone into schemes and fun despite the risks.

"Nah... this is... ours." He says, smiling softly at you, before he shifts slightly to slips his fingers between yours, looking back up. "Just ours."

And that's what it became.

At least once a week, you and Minho would sneak around and into this secret special room. You'd spend hours talking and messing around, and somehow, you didn't get caught. Or maybe some of the kinder WICKED people were turning a blind eye to two kids enjoying themselves.

Who knows.

It was like this for about a year. Maybe a year and a half.

But, things took a turn.

Minho was starting to revieve praise for his athleticism. He became one of the most physically capable subjects, and it was impossible to get him away from a rigged-up treadmill. So, by the end of the day, he was exhausted. Too tired to be crawling around vents with you.

You were thirteen, maybe fourteen when Minho ended up crawling though your vents again.

Hearing the familiar noise, you're out of your bed before he's even here, your bare feet already on the cold floor as he appears.

"Minho-?"

"I know. I know." He grumbles. "I'm sorry." He says, before you can even get so much as a word in, and it leaves you stunned.

"For what?"

"For like... not being here. For neglecting you, I guess." He shrugs as he runs a hand through his hair.

"Neglect-?" You cut yourself off. "Dude, they've been working you to the bone. You don't have to apologise."

He sighs, seemingly of relief. "Yeah, well, I still feel like a dick. You're my best friend."

"Well, you're here now." You attempt to reassure him. "We can go back to the sky room."

He shakes his head. "Nah. I was thinking we could go exploring." He flashes that damn grin at you again.

"...exploring?" You raise a brow, crossing your arms.

"Yeah. Yanno- like me, Newt and Thomas used to do."

"I never joined in with that."

"Well- you should've. And we were exploring when we found the sky room, so you're no so innocent." He chuckles, and you can't help but admit he's right. Yet, he continues at your hesitation. "Look, we found that room by chance. Surely there's more cool and interesting things to find. I'm getting bored of looking at the same fake sky everyday."

Something in that comment stings. You'd never gotten bored of that pretend sky. Maybe because you'd always been with him - and you could never get bored of him.

"C'mon." He drags out the syllable. "One night of exploration. Just one. Who knows how far they'll be making me run from now on. Better take the chance whilst you have it."

You playfully shove him at this. "...fine. One time only. Okay?"

"Okay." He smiles. "Let's go."

So, once again, you find yourself creeping around the sleeping facility with your far too confident best friend.

Though, when Minho reaches a locked door, you would've never expected him to slip an excess card out of his shoe, swiping it into the card reader.

"What? Where did you get that?" You hiss, wide-eyed and stunned.

"Some dumb lab-coat dude left it on the side. So, I picked it up. Finders, keepers." He says as he pushes the door open.

Sneaky around is one thing, finding hidden rooms through vents - but stealing an ID card is something else. You're literally never going to see each other again if you get caught. Not that you get chance to voice your concerns as Minho walks into the room.

This sinking feeling creeps into your gut, yet, you can't find it in yourself to tell Minho. What if he really is starting to find you boring? Being whiney to him about this would only confirm that. You don't need him getting closer with someone else, especially not the flocks of girls in the dining hall who have started taking interest in the boy since he started his physical training.

Okay. Maybe this is creeping beyond friendship. It was years ago, but you're always thinking about the way he held your hand the first time you found that room. How it was just yours. Your special place, just for the two of you. And he doesn't want to go there anymore?

You've never felt so insecure.

So, you keep quiet.

The first room is full of labelled chemicals you don't understand.

The second is full of strange, clouded tubes, with slimy, creatures with metal arms. Even Minho was eager to leave that one - to remain ignorant for his own bliss, pulling you along once you stop to stare into the tubes. You suspect Thomas mentioned something to him. Thomas has always been Ava's favourite.

Though, the third is far less scary. It's a office - well, more like a small library with a computer and a desk. Filing cabinets liter the walls with endless documents.

Minho lets out a low whistle. "A computer." He grins, casually sliding into the office chair as he starts fiddling with the computer. Having most of the common sense in this friendship, you've assumed that the computer is password locked.

Which is confirmed by Minho's hushed cursing.

So, you start looking through the documents in the drawers. A lot of them are medical files and general testing that you don't really understand.

Though, a few documents contain blueprints and titles such as "the Maze Trails" and "The Scorch Trails". They're detailed and confusing.

"Minho-" you gets his attention, passing him the notes as he's distracted from the computer, a puzzled expression crossing his face as he looks through them.

He doesn't get much time to comment as you find another interesting drawer; labelled "Subjects."

Flicking through a few, you recognise the pictures of the people you've spent the last few years with. Teresa. Thomas. Gally.

You stumble upon Minho's- grinning at his awful mugshot style photo. A7. The Leader. They've already got him marked down pretty faithfully.

Though, something consistent through all the documents is the phrase "status: Immune." Something about that stands out to you, for some reason.

That is until you reach Newt's file.

Staus: Nonimmune. Control Variable.

Nonimmune?

Nonimmune.

"Uh, Minho-?"

"These maps are insane." He mumbles, still examining the blueprints. "Do you reckon these are those big plans Thomas is always yapping about?" He picks his head up to look at you, noticing your face drop, concern written throughout your features. "What? What is it?"

"...we're all immune to the Flare, right? That's why they're testing us. To find a cure?" You don't even look up at him.

"Yeah..? Why else would we be here?" His grin is there, same as always, but now it's uneasy and uncertain. You look at him, before walking over and slapping Newt's file onto the table.

It takes him a moment to catch on, but when he does, his face drops, and he just looks at you.

Before any words are exchanged, footsteps can be heard from down a corridor.

"Shit-" you both scramble, collecting all the papers and stuffing them in whatever drawer they came from (or whichever is closest.)

It's a mad dash to get out of the room - adrenaline and fear coursing through you both. You didn't even find your own file.

Are you immune? Could the Flare get you?

Little do you know, Minho is internally freaking out over the same thing.

In your panic, your silence evades you, which alerts whatever guard was prowling the building.

"Quick! Up here!" Minho commands as he struggles to open a vent, giving you a leg up before yanking himself up the wall and diving in.

You don't even know where you're crawling to, you're just trying to rush away. But, eventually, it goes quiet, only the sounds of yours and Minho's panting in the small vent system.

"We have to tell Newt." You say, managing to turn in the small space to face him. Minho hesitates for a moment, but nods.

Of course you have to tell him.

"Yeah, at lunch, tomorrow. We'll tell him. But right now, we have to get back to our rooms. They'll be checking." You nod in agreement. "Let's get you back first."

Minho has a far better memory than you, leading you back to the safety of the room before he turns to navigate the way back to his.

"Minho-" you say, turning to look at him once your feet hut the floor, a sense of dread overwhelming you.

"..yeah?"

You can only look at him. There's so much you want to say, but none of it want to come out. Some deep gut feeling screams at you that this is the end, but you tell yourself you're being silly.

His blank expression pushes you to talk, though.

"Just.. be careful."

He offers a warm smile, but rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. See you at lunch tomorrow."

Your attempt to mimic his expression falls flat as he shimmies back into the vent and on his way.

You didn't know how accurate your instincts would be.

The next day, you make your way to the lunch hall. You're late- your lab testing ended up being longer than possible. But when you enter the dining hall, Minho's absence is quickly noted.

Though, you do spot Newt. Maybe Minho's running has gone overtime, again?

"Newt-" you shout him, jogging across the hall. "Have you seen Minho? We need to talk to you."

Newt doesn't even have to say anything as he glances at Thomas, whose eyes are burning into the table in front of him. There's some sense of desperation in Newt's expression, mixed with grief and regret, but like he can't say anything.

It makes your stomach flip and your heart stop as you open your mouth to speak, but you don't get any sound out.

"(Y/N)." Janson's annoying voice sends a chill down your spine as you turn to look at him. Two guards stand by his sides, his forced grimace doesn't reach his cold, unforgiving gaze. "I need a word."

Janson gestures for you to walk with him and you swallow a lump in your throat. Your first instinct is to run. Like Minho thought you. But in a room full of people? It's not like your quiet escapades in the middle of the night.

Your feet are like concrete as you force yourself to walk towards him.

Janson walks in front of you, the guards behind you. You're trapped, and even if you did run, that wouldn't change anything as he leads you into a room. It's a room you're familiar with.

It's where you have one-on-one progress conversations with Janson to discuss how you're doing. Minho spent more time in here than you ever did, but that doesn't mean the confines space doesn't fill you with anxiety, even in normal circumstances.

You take your place in the cold chair as Janson sits across from you, the slab of metal that is meant to be a table keeping you separated feels like a godsend. Though, not much of one with the guards breathing down your neck.

"...Where's Minho?" You manage to croak, attempting to mimic your missing friends confidence.

"He's been dealt with." Janson says, and your blood runs cold.

"What- what does that mean?"

"I'm sure you already know what that means. From your adventures last night." The world stops.

You knew.

You knew it was a bad idea and your own insecurities led you to keeping your mouth shut and hiding away from your concerns. What? Because of a stupid crush? Your own feelings of inadequacy have led to Minho's demise. And it's soul-crushing.

"I-I don't understand." You words falter, any false confidence quickly shattering.

"It's a shame. Really. It is." Janson nods as he leans forward, his elbows on the table. "We let yours and Subject A7's strange relationship slide because it was showing promising results. New waves in the Killzone we were examining. I knew we should've stopped it." He sighs. "...and now, you know too much."

"Where is he?" You spit, fists clenched, unused adrenaline causing you to tremble.

"I told you." Janson hisses. "You already know. But don't worry. You're not going to remember any of this." Janson nods towards the guards.

"What-" your words catch at a sharp sting in the side of your neck as one of the masked-men injects a burning liquid into you. You gasp, grasping the side of your neck. "What have you done?"

Your words slur slightly as a dull buzz fizzles into your vision, your head feeling light.

"My job." Janson leans back as he watches you sway in your seat. "What was always going to happen."

WHOOP WHOOP. 1K BABYYYYY.

You can't even respond as your limp body slips out of the seat, and your consciousness leaves you before you even hit the floor.

I guess this is my 1k follower post - and it's angst. That's typical of me. Sorry for the massive gap since I last posted something, but everyone's support has given me a drive to write. Well, at least finish writing this. Sorry if its not everything you wanted, but I've always felt there's something so much sadder about not getting that chance to say goodbye to someone, and things fizzing out instead of a bang.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed :)

[thornsnvultures]

anywhere || eddie munson x plus size!reader

cw: angst, talking about drug usage, eddie's in the hospital post-vecna, your mom kinda fuckin sucks, best friend!eddie who likes you more than you realize

a/n: that one line in the muppet babies theme song fucks me up every time. literally every time I hear it I tear up. so thanks for that jim henson.

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"When your world looks kinda weird and you wish you weren't there," Eddie's terrible Kermit impression makes you laugh so hard you almost spill the bowl of cereal you're pouring. You hit him back with your equally terrible baby Miss Piggy voice.

"Just close your eyes and make believe that you could be anywhere!"

Eddie snorts at the way your voice cracks trying to hit notes your voice was not made to hit.

"Shut up, that was flawless and you know it," you hand Eddie his bowl with a grin and plop down on the couch next to him. Were you watching cartoons made for children? Yes, but who didn't love Kermit the Frog and his adorable little muppet friends?

You missed this, being here with Eddie. A lot had changed since you started going to college last year while Eddie stayed behind to be a senior for a third time, but not this. Your friendship never changed. It was something you treasured coming home to, when you could. School was starting to pile up and these visits were becoming few and far between, but Eddie would always be your Eddie. You were sure of it.

"So you're leading up Hellfire now, huh?," you asked Eddie as you finished your cereal. He took your bowl and put it on the coffee table with his, not meeting your eyes. Maybe you shouldn't have brought it up. The two of you didn't talk about it much, him still being in school. Like you didn't want to break the spell that everything was normal. The two of you hanging out like normal, like you did since you were kids. It was comfortable, you didn't want to ruin that.

"Yeah the, uh...yeah. It's up to me now I guess. The guys know they can't compete with my campaigns."

He's smiling, all cocky because it's true, they're always amazing. But his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Weren't your just saying nothing had changed? Maybe you a lot had changed and you just weren't paying attention.

"I miss adventuring with you," you sigh, snuggling into Eddie's side until he puts his arm over your shoulder. "And the guys."

"Yeah, they miss you too," Eddie's voice sounds strained. You try to move thinking you're laying on him in a weird way, but he just pulls you closer, tighter.

You spend the rest of the morning watching cartoons. Eventually you forget the weird tension, putting it aside to enjoy your day with your best friend before you have to leave again.

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It's a year before you see Eddie again.

School was tough, taking up so much of your free time you barely saw anyone besides the librarian and the two people you shared a dorm room with. You had tried to join a DnD club at school but your schedule didn't line up well with the rest of the group. And it wasn't the same. You missed Eddie's energy, his frantic dramatics. The guys were cool but sticklers for rules and, to put it nicely, boring.

You couldn't take being away from home any longer, you missed your friend.

So when your mom called one Friday afternoon and told you, in her own bizarre and nonchalant way, that Eddie had been in some trouble recently and, "I'm sure you saw the news about the earthquakes," you came straight home.

"You know, I always thought he was a nice boy. Did you know he was selling... grass," your mom whispered the last word like police officers would be knocking down her door if she spoke too loud.

"I didn't." You did. You also partook, but your mother didn't need to know that.

"Anyway, everyone got all upset when that little cheerleader died, but when they found him, like that, I guess they thought he was a victim too. Can't maul yourself like that, that's for sure."

"Oh my god, mom," you stand up, your chair harshly scraping against the linoleum. You can't sit here and listen to this any more.

"Where are you going? I have a pie in the oven."

Your mom follows you to the door, huffing like you're the one being ridiculous. She never liked Eddie much but the ease with which she talks about your childhood best friend being... mauled...

"I'll be back later."

You don't wait for her to respond, slamming the door as you go. You hop in the hand-me-down car your dad gave you before you left for school, peeling down the drive and heading straight for the hospital like you should've done when you got back. Tears cloud the edges of your vision until they spill over, you don't bother wiping them away.

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"Hey, you're Eddie's girl."

"Excuse me?"

A short, curly haired boy in a baseball cap appears next to you when you ask the receptionist where Eddie's room is located.

"It's okay, Brenda. She's with me." You snort out a laugh when the boy tips his hat to the woman behind the desk. Her smile and the wave of her hand tells you she is in fact used to this.

"I'm Dustin," the kid explains as you follow him through the maze of hallways and elevators. "Eddie's told me a lot about you. Recognized you from the picture he thinks I don't know about in his glove box. Not my fault he just shoves stuff in there. If he didn't want everything to spill out he should organize. Not that I'm great at organizing either-"

"I'm sorry," you stop Dustin's rambling, your head spinning from all that information, narrowing in on the one that stuck. "He keeps my picture in his van?"

"Yeah a few in his room too. He's just down here. You just missed the guys, Jeff had to go to work and he was their ride so they left. Wayne will be in later. He usually stops by after work."

Dustin kept talking and you tried to keep up but the closer you got to Eddie's room the more your ears rang and your chest felt tight. You knew it was bad, he'd been in for a few days and was still heavily sedated after a number of surgeries. Wayne told you the day before you came back on the phone that he might not be awake when you got here. The old man might've been trying to spare you the trip, but you were coming to see him no matter what. You should've come back a long time ago.

Standing outside his room now, the year you were away felt like an eternity now. How had your Eddie changed? Was he your Eddie anymore? Was he ever yours?

"Hey, you comin' in? He's still sleeping."

Steeling yourself with one deep breath, you enter Eddie's room. With one look at Eddie and you're asking Dustin for a minute alone, pulling up a chair by his side.

"Sorry I'm late, Eddie. Traffic coming out of the city is crazy." You laugh at your stupid joke because you'll cry if you do anything else. You don't think about the air tube in his nose or the beeping heart monitor, the bandages on his arms or how hollow, how fragile he looks.

"My mom said you've been selling 'grass'," you chuckle as you twist one of his curls around your finger. "Should I tell her how many times I snuck out to smoke with you? She's already mad at me for taking time off from school to be here."

Eddie lays there as you talk, sleeping softly as you compliment the cards and flowers on the window sill. You tell him how the past two semesters of school have been, how miserable you've been without him, how guilty you've felt for "missing" his calls, not reading his letters because you've been too exhausted to do anything that wasn't surviving and work.

You're holding his weirdly ring-less fingers, contemplating leaving instead of holding out hope that he'll wake up while you're here, when you hear a familiar theme song on the television.

"When your world looks kind of weird,"

Your gaze falls from the TV to your friend in his hospital bed.

"And you wish you weren't there,"

Your eyes close wishing you were back in Eddie's house, stoned out of your mind doing muppet impressions.

A tear falls down your cheek as you close your eyes and sing along with Miss Piggy, not caring how ridiculous you sound.

"Just close your eyes and make believe and you can be anywhere."

You choke on a sob, suddenly angry at this stupid kids show for making you lose it when you were holding yourself together so well.

"Still sounds awful."

You open your eyes, wiping your tears away with your hand not in Eddie's at the groggy sound of his voice. He's holding the other one tight, almost too tight, like you'll run if he lets go.

"That was a perfect impression," the words stutter on a heaving breath but you're smiling through it.

"I'm on so many drugs."

"I'll go get the nurse," you laugh, trying to pull yourself together.

"No," Eddie just barely tugs on your hand, not yet strong enough to pull you close. "Don't leave."

"I'm not, I won't. I'm here, Eddie. I'm sorry."

Eddie's eyes flutter shut, too tired yet for a full conversation, but he won't let your hand go. You find the call button next to the bed to call the nurse and wait.

"I'm not going anywhere."

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[kordyceps]

OK I mean obviously I'm reading your steter stuff on AO3 but I'd love to know if you have an all time favourite? Either your fave of your own work, or fave of another author's that you rec/reread/still think about a million years later (or both lol)

Oh man, okay, sorry for taking so long to reply to this ask! But it's such a good one and I unfortunately have the memory of a gold fish, so I needed to do Research™ (aka reread all my favs again lmao) so I could answer it properly. 😂

I only have one Steter fic of my own atm, so I guess that's my de facto personal fav for now…

But as for other folks' work, god, there are sooooo many great Steter fics out there!! So these are just a handful of my top favs, and definitely not a comprehensive list!

Five Times Peter and Stiles Troll the Pack by taylorpotato Rating: M | 2.5k | requires an AO3 account to read Stiles and Peter yell at each other in Polish, misleading the pack into think they're fighting, when in reality it's all just like completely fuckin' filthy dirty talk lmao. Short, but very funny, and such a perfect capture of their mischievous dynamic. 10/10, would recommend!

The Devil You Know by Twisted_Mind Rating: E | 11.6k Peter is there for Stiles when no one else is, and uses that to slowly manipulate his way into earning Stiles' explicit trust. And ooooh boy, is it so delicious and spicy. God damn! Cards on the table: this fic definitely won't be for everyone since it wades into some darker waters. But oh my god do I love love LOVE Peter's characterization in it. God, I feel like I could write a whole damn essay about this fic, but then I'd just end up spoiling the whole thing LOL. Just--if you like darker, manipulative Peter and enjoy your sweetness just a wee bit twisted, then 10/10 would recommend!

The Prince and the Pease by luulapants Rating: E | 47k | requires an AO3 account to read Medieval/Royalty AU where Peter is forced to cede his claim to the throne and become a "guest" of King Deucalion's as part of a peace treaty between the two kingdoms. Stiles, who is suspiciously far too mouthy for your average servant, is gifted to Peter as a bedwarmer. This one does such an incredible, masterful job at translating the characters into its setting and time period. The sass, the wit, the wordplay! You can definitely tell the author knows their shit, and my god is it fantastic. The plot itself is also so satisfying -- lots of great ups and downs, and, ugh, just so good! (Be sure to read p2 for the full ending btw!) Needless to say, 10/10, would recommend!

Keeping him (It's all about intent) by sittinginmytincan Rating: M (& E for oneshot sequel) | 121k Stiles winds up slingshotted into his own future, where it turns out he's married to Peter Hale of all people. His only way back is with Lydia's help, but she's gone mysteriously missing somewhere on the east coast while investigating some strange disappearances. Man, this fic….. I feel like the writer for this one must have received a checklist of things I'm into and decided to mark nearly every single one of them lol. Time travel, woke up married, magical theory, an enthralling af plotline -- and it's so thorough. Like, everything is so incredibly well thought out, the characterization is on point, and the development of Stiles and Peter's relationship is just chef kiss. Definitely 10/10, would recommend!

The Striking Complication by aurevell Rating: T | 118k I don't even want to write a summary up for this one because the mystery of it all and peeling back what's happening piece by piece is, imo, the best way to experience it. This story is intense as fuck, near relentlessly oppressive, and impossible to put down. It keeps you constantly at the edge of your seat as you try to figure out what is going on and how Peter and Stiles will survive it, with these heart-wrenchingly sweet breather moments sprinkled throughout. If you enjoy time loop stories, this one is an absolute must read! 10/10, would recommend!

build-a-beau by veterization Rating: E | 41.5k Tired of his dad always worrying about him being single, Stiles decides to pay for a fake boyfriend service so he can finally get his pops off his back about it. It goes about as well as one can expect a fake texting boyfriend you accidentally catch real feelings for can go lmao. This fic is wonderfully witty, with really fantastic banter between the two of them, and it's just so very fun getting to watch the pretend part of their exchanges slip more and more into something genuine. 10/10, would recommend!

Under the Songbird's Wing by mia6363 Raing: E | 87k Stiles is captured and held in captivity alongside Peter, Deucalion, and Satomi Ito. To survive, Stiles runs through lacrosse drills and tells stories, eventually persuading his fellow cellmates out of their shells and establishing a profound, unbreakable bond between them. This one is HEAVY, folks. Like, heavy heavy. But, god, it's also such a beautiful exploration of the characters and the bonds they develop through shared captivity. I don't even know what more to say, really, it's just haunting and lovely and awful and wonderful all at once. In the mood for something that hurts? Then 10/10, would recommend!

[luvlyycy]

Can I request a kof x reader? I'm desperate

GIRLY, MY LOVE, MY LIEGE MY EVERYTHING. I GOTCHUUU , i wrote uhh.. short scenarios for a few guys cus i like every man and woman in kof. <3 also, you cant top any of these men so.. they are all topping (men in here : kyo , iori , k dash , yashiro) n a bonus at the end..

KUSANAGI . KYO — (≧▽≦)

His smile stretches as he watches you attempt to stuff his cock into you, your palms flat against his chest. His hair is messy— still adorning his signature headband, gloved hands sliding up and down your hips.

" Awww , won't it fit ? " he mimics the face of sadness as he watches your face twist with frustration— "Ugh, Kyo— C-can—" this bet was stupid. Kyo and you had made a bet, saying that you couldn't possibly fuck yourself on his cock as good he could fuck you.

"Can you.. help me.. p,,, please??" you say, wiggling your hips on his dick for emphasis.

He lets out a dramatic sigh, "God, I guess I could." he grins. You lost the bet, as always.

YAGAMI . IORI — (｡uωu)♪

"My hands? You like my hands?" he stares at you as you nod. He looks at his hands, nails painted black, the middle finger painted red. "How much?".

He never thought asking you that would result in this debauchery— two fingers stuffed in your mouth as he fingers you with the other hand. Your eyes are rolled into the back of your skull, drool running down your chin as he pumps his fingers in and out of you—

"You really like 'em?" and you once again nod, quickly and messily. "Gah— mmngh, g'nna cuhh— nn!"

He doesn't smile but— you can tell in his head he is,

"Cum then, cum all over my pretty hands."

K , DASH �� ヽ(･∀･)ﾉ

"You can take more than that—" he huffs, hands on the sides of your head as he drills his cock into your stretched out hole as you shake your head no. You had already squirted six times on his cock, what more could he want?

"I haven't came yet. I want more." he breathes, beads of sweat sticking to his caramel skin as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips— drool sticking to his lips as he pulled away.

"K— .. 'm cuhh—mm— innggg!!!"

He stifles a small laugh as he watches you writhe beneath him, sucking his cock in deeper and deeper before you begin to squirt— now pushing his cock out but he continues to push his cock in, regardless if your pussy pushes him out or not.

"I have to cum inside."

NANAKASE . YASHIRO — (≡^∇^≡)

"Fuckin' look at that— Pussy's cryin' f'me." he laughs out as he fucks you from behind, one hand on your ass and the other in his hair. You cry out his name into your pillow, only for him to grab onto your hair and pull your head up— lines of drool still sticking you to the pillow.

"Sl,, slower— puhhh— lease. Please!"

"Slower?? Aww, but your pussy loves this— so" thrust, "fucking–" thrust, "much!" . He's rewarded with your shuddering body as you begin to cum on his cock, further emphasizing his words.

"Thought ya said slow down. Poor baby. Pathetic lil cunt wants more n more of me! So fucking cute." he huffs in your ear, your small hand reaching up to wrap around his neck, thumb caressing the heart charm on his choker. "it's,, too— muhh— chh.."

"Too much, ya say? Yeah fucking right. Says the one cummin' on me like a fucking whore. I doubt it's too much— Think it's jus' enough."

☆ bonus ! ☆

VICE & MATURE — (○_○)！！

Vice licks on your neck as Mature is seated between your legs, thumb circling your clit as she tilts her head at you. She lets out a soft giggle— "Look at you, making a mess." she shakes her head in disbelief, mimicking a saddened tone. Vice giggles into your ear as she grabs onto your perky nipples, pulling, twisting— before latching onto one, her body leaning on one of your arms. Your cries of overstimulation are overlooked.

Mature reaches over with her free hand to caress Vice, nails dragging against the plump flesh of her ass as the red head continues to abuse your nipples.

"Ah, they're gonna cum again Vice. C'mere." Vice listens as if she were a puppy, but not before spitting down on your abused nipples and smiling cockily at your fucked out face.

Mature places her hand around Vice's neck, caressing her before pulling her in for a sloppy kiss— now using three fingers to pump into you.

They both turn towards you, Vice a bit more enthusiastic than Mature as she presses more kisses to blonde's face— red lipstick sticking to her delight.

"Aww, you're cumming—" Mature giggles out, as Vice leans her head against the crook of her neck.

sorryyy for being so late !!! please consider asking for more characters !!! i write everyone except rugal (maybe..) !! <3

[birdmitosis]

oh, you doin' this too? (referring to the ask game) Tell me your Contra thoughts :3

[ask game here]

Ohoho, a total surprise that you would ask about the blorbo... >:3

First impression

OHHH I LOVE HIM IMMEDIATELY. FUNNY GUY MESSING WITH THE NARRATOR �� (Paranoid is the voice I love most, but I think Contrarian was the one I most quickly loved...)

Impression now

I still absolutely love them, honestly even more now! Unlike with Paranoid, where I was a little worried about her shtick getting old, I unexpectedly did start finding Contrarian's shtick a little old on occasion (okay, mostly in the Wild chapter going the Networked route, where I felt like Connie was messing with the tone of things a bit too much, and I was a bit more eh on them in Fury than some people seem to be though I've come around on that!). But with the full context of the Stranger versions of the endings and even seeing the Wounded Wild version of things with them... Oof, I adore them and they just completely fascinate me, that they have so much character development in this little visual novel where they're basically a side character... And I just adore jesters in all fiction and so I 1000% agree with all the Jester Contrarian people out there! Love them so much!!!!

Favorite moment

I mean, the Stranger version of the ending, honestly. Though to be more specific, I love the way that throwing the blade out the window comes back around in the Stranger ending -- especially if you choose to do it, giving Contrarian their unexpected third beat and them finding it funny that you did it even though this time they discouraged it.

Honorable mention to the little moment they have when you meet the Wounded Wild properly, though. While they discourage you from slaying her by saying it's going against what the Narrator wants, their voice just sounds so shaken that it's obvious that's a justification. Connie really doesn't like seeing the state the Wild is in and doesn't like thinking about hurting her further like this. It goes to show that he can get that Stranger ending development even if you don't go for the Stranger ending, and I love that!

(Also honorable mention to the way they deliver two of their lines in No Way Out: "Too late, because we already did it, didn't we?" and "You're not the only one who can figure out how to do things" are just such fuckin funny lines mostly on the strength of their delivery!)

Idea for a story

I NEED TO CONTINUE [Wear whatever feathers you choose.] I REALLY DO...

But okay, other ideas!

I love the possibility that I believe you brought up at one point, of Contrarian and Cold hanging out and egging each other on to do reckless shit but Cold straight-up getting hurt from it and Contrarian panicking because they hadn't wanted that and hadn't quite expected Cold to go that far.

I could also really love an exploration of how to get, or what it might be like to get, Contrarian in either version of Wraith or in Thorn... Or even a theoretical Stranger Chapter III (likely with Cheated)!

Unpopular opinion

I'm not really sure I have any, honestly! I think a lot of people have similar but different takes on Contrarian and nothing I could say is that unpopular... I guess maybe that pre-development, they were more of an asshole in-game than some people seem to think, but also less of one than others seem to think? (They did reassure Hero multiple times in the Stranger chapter, after all!)

Favorite relationship

Oh, absolutely, romance-wise ContraHero is my secondary OTP for this game! Platonically, though (...and okay in some cases romantically), I am really into Contrarian's dynamic and (potential) relationships with Broken, Cheated, Cold, Opportunist, Fury, Stranger, Thorn, Wounded Wild, and the Narrator.

Favorite headcanon

Contrarian being nonbinary is my absolute favorite thing! Some runners-up though: Human!Contrarian (or if Contrarian had to give a human name) would be Connie, Contrarian would absolutely get along great with Cold, and Contrarian would learn how to beatbox and get super good at it.

[chemighoul]

Geez, Isley, it's only been 10 hours since your initial post and you're already bored with the asks? I have to wait up to a month for my St. Joseph's Coat cactus to decide it wants to grow a single new tubercle, but I guess we can't say you have the patience of succulents.

What's the point of your whole plot here? You invite the boy in to observe your garden under the pretense of a white flag, and then take over his blog? Your actions seem quite arbitrary and, dare I say, human.

You know, an observation from a non-human friend of mine is that the "meat beings" currently infesting this planet rarely operate as individuals. Like a fungi colony, what you do to one can have effects that reach throughout their entire social system, which will react accordingly.

All right, so uh.

First, you guys are ride or die, and I appreciate that. Threatening a rogue via my inbox where they're gonna see it? That takes guts, and I do have shooters out there.

However, there's more to this situation than what it looked like, so lemme explain.

As you all saw, I went to her place on her terms, and I brought some derivative toxin kinda like the worst pepper spray that I boiled down from leftover meds I "found". Bad for people, plants won't care, all that goodness. She offered me an inoculation like she gave Ms Harleen: immunity from plant toxins and all kinds, never will I threaten an orchid with the sniffles again during hay fever season. Won't even have to wear a mask and goggles. Of course, I said yes. What I didn't account for is that uh...when people get vaccinated, they can get a dizzy spell from all the shit they just injected, and this one was hefty to say the least...so, I got dizzy, laid down, and took a nap for 10 hours until she woke me up at sundown and told me to go home.

What I came back to was a buncha missed calls, texts, and some rude fuckin' comments that came tricklin' in while I was getting over it over the weekend. (Some of you oughta be ashamed of what you said to her. I'm not posting that shit, so if the misogynist shoe fits, choke on it. ) Do I love that I got frisked? No. But here's the thing: I understand why she did it. I would have too: there's some trust here between us, don't get me wrong, but we're still rogues. We have some mutual respect because we both know we can ruin each other if we decide to, and the crux of it is that we continually choose not to. Make of that what you will.

All that to say...have a little more respect, huh?

[doodlegraveyard]

I also wanted to know how you felt about the pixies and if you were going to use them in your au

@seth-the-whalelord you are two for two on 'asking very simple questions that send me into a brain spiral' lol thank you this is. actually very useful for getting me to figure this stuff out. This is what i've gotten to write thru on my lunch break.

So! Pixies.

Once again I have no idea if I’m about to spout an Unpopular Opinion or not but…..I don’t like…..little, ‘Mascot’ characters. And I tend not to like the Pixies. Theyre trying Too Hard to be Beloved and it CAN be pulled off..........but I’m sorry I can’t stand their shrill little voices………………

I GET that it’s a kids show and you want little critters to appeal to little kids and sell toys of but like… the cast of Winx is HUGE and bloated at a baseline?? Like the Winx and Specialists by themselves are already so much to deal with. I will say upon rewatch, the Pixies are definitely better than like, any of the other little critters they add in later seasons. There are definitely episodes where the pixies Work and aren't completely overwhelming, and they're liked enough to be worth keeping, conceptually.

I like the idea of the pixies being plot relevant to the fairies development, and I actually have been thinking about explicitly tying them to charmix (or, idk if I’m keeping the concept of Charmix entirely intact because its BARELY a form. But i guess it can remain as a concept, and as a stepping stone to leveling up a fairy has to get her pixie/charmix (so its a standard step not just something the Winx girls have)

I really like how Amore and Chatta specifically contrast Stella/Flora’s respective personalities, because it brings to mind to me that charmix is supposed to be about overcoming some personal fear or weakness/character flaw, it makes sense to me to tie them together.

THAT SAID some of the pixie/fairy relationships are stronger than others.

Lockette’s theming as Pixie of Portals/a wayfinder can be styled as helping Bloom who is currently feeling ‘lost’ in an unfamiliar world, help her navigate both herself learning about and her newly discovered backstory/identity. I think that pretty much works: Lockette encourages Bloom to find the truth even if she’s kind of afraid to/ has been avoiding it. Amore’s calm peacekeeper demeanor definitely helps to temper Stella, and I feel like she could help deal with issues of not just romantic love but her relationships with her friends and her parents. I think Stella is full of love and affection, but doesn’t always show it / in the most considerate way.

Chatta forcing Flora to talk to Helia about her feelings is a pretty good example of what she brings to the table there, though I never want it to be just flattened to Flora’s romantic subplot - Flora could do with speaking up more in general! Have her forced to intercede in a friend conflict or assert herself when previously she was just letting the group overrule her!

Piff. I am conflicted about. Because like… she’s just a fuckin’ baby. there's a limited amount of personality there. She's sleepy. She's baby. I guess I think it’s cute that she helps Aisha with her bad dreams. I knee-jerk wondered if it was in bad taste to ‘mom-ify’ Aisha by giving her effectively a baby to care for but it really doesn’t read like that too much because Aisha is arguably one of the best-written and most complex of the girls. Piff could play a dual role - as someone Aisha has to stand up for and be brave for, but also a manifestation of childish wonder, to push Aisha to enjoy things she maybe didn’t have the opportunity to experience as a kid.

Tune is where it starts to lose me. I get it, Musa is tomboyish and brash and Tune is about manners but that really doesn’t feel as…important a problem to deal with? I feel like it may be a thing where Musa has to like… repair difficult relationships she has that are made rockier by how quick she is to argue, or maybe take responsibility for mistakes - like a formal apology and maturely talking about things rather than being avoidant? I’m not sure it’s best styled as ‘Etiquette’ if that’s the case. I’m taking suggestions on this one idk.

Aaaaaand they didn’t even try with Digit. She’s just a Flanderized version of Tecna. It doesn’t feel like she contrasts or challenges Tecna’s personality in any interesting way...Idk I kind of feel like she has to be changed whole cloth?

I know they replaced Tune and Digit but I’m not as familiar with Cherie or Caramel. I might look into whether their concepts work better for Musa and Tecna character arcs as they are currently swirling around in my head. What's the general consensus on those two?

My design thoughts are. I want to make the pixies much more…. Abstract I guess? What if they’re not their own species as much as concentrated sparks of magic - Fairies generate a lot of excess magic, hence ‘their pixie’ is actually a part of them - a little external manifestation of their magic fissured off my whatever internal conflicts or unaddressed needs they have, and resolving that allows them to re fuse with the Fairy? (Bonus: pixies are only around when relevant and I can poof them away when I don’t want them in a scene lol)

[lelelego]

number 7 for the Boss ask meme? 🥰

aka question we probably know the answer to but will never tire of hearing/seeing more about 😉

DSUIGFSDSF and here i am falling for it hook line AND stinker

(breakdancing gently) do YOU have questions about my boss

7. Do you have an OTP/OT3+/endgame pairing etc. with them?

if you didn't already know despite me being ginormously obvious about it, adrià's endgame pairing-wise is gat :^) i'm just gonna take this opp to talk about their relationship start to end

tl;dr: in sr1 adrià admires him and they become best friends (which is just boss canon); sr2, they become each others' rocks, become fwbs (comic incoming!); sometime in a re-written srtt they get together, probably after one of them almost dies

in sr1 adrià REALLY looks up to gat. like this post says, boss sees gat as this badass guy. at first, adrià, who after being abandoned by everyone he trusts and not knowing when he's going to eat next, follows dex around like a lost dog lmao because while julius is completely unreachable (at first) dex is adrià's bedrock - planning ahead is just so FUCKIN sexy. so when johnny and dex get into it, adrià was very fast to defend dex LMAOOO to the point i imagine johnny was about to beat adrià's ass in, but after working together they rapidly become best friends, adrià loving his ruthlessness and not fucking around when it matters. and his loyalty is INFECTIOUS

now when sr2 starts, uh oh! adrià, bitter and angry, can't trust anyone anymore i guess! except for johnny. johnny is his one rock - carlos was kind of becoming that too, adrià thinking he could be this kid's johnny, except we all saw what happened to that. but johnny is in adrià's eyes unkillable. he won't ever stop being a saint and even when everything burns down around them the two of them are still going to be standing. i imagine when aisha dies, it's kind of the same for johnny. the only thing he can rely on in his life beyond himself is the boss. die-hard loyal!!

sometime in sr2 they become fwbs (comic incoming!!!). it happens one night, and afterwards it just becomes something they do on the reg.

i think then between that and sometime in a re-written srtt, the amount of people they sleep with just eventually dwindles to 1 - each other. because it's reliable. it's always there. they don't have to go somewhere or use some app and talk someone up. it's free (lol). they know each other like their favorite gun. adrià notices first and falls first, kind of an "oh." moment when they're waking up in the same bed one day, when adrià goes to the bathroom and notices two toothbrushes, two towels, johnny's hair gel... or something like not liking it when one of the saints hit on johnny and pierce having to ask him to calm down

it probably takes a lot longer for johnny "dense ass motherfucker" gat to notice, and something has to kind of knock him over the head for him to figure it out (imo either one of them almost-dying is probably the catalyst), but yeah! endgame 8^)

i'm SO SORRY this got so long but to anyone who got here i hope you enjoyed :>

[strang3lov3]

Dear Bug

I have no idea how to write these things honestly... but after lingering around here and seeing a bunch of people do it, I just thought fuck it let's go!!! What is the worst that can happen? I'm anonymous anyway!

I actually ended up here because of Roman (dare I say no one does him as much justice as you btw???) but stayed for more than him. I mean your writing is so good that I'm debating on watching like... anything Pedro has ever been in because I've somehow dodged every single project??? I have no idea how that even happens because I feel like the guy is everywhere all the time.

And you just seem so nice in general?!?! And you get it, if that makes sense. Like I'll read something in your tags or wherever and internally nod like that one Olivia Wilde gif and think "Mhm well yes!".

Also... while I'm here... I know you already wrote intox for Roman (I stood up and clapped like that was something else good god), and it reminded me of how in the Thanksgiving ep, Grace smokes, and he's very happy about it, patting her head and all, but when Greg asks if he'll smoke, he says no because it's too strong... I don't even know where I'm going with this, but I've never seen someone explore whatever that is and personally, if I could ask anyone to look into that entire concept and what it can be, I'd want it to be you 100%

Off-topic BUT JOJO AND GIZMO ARE SO CUTE!!! I love scrolling and seeing them ugh. Let them know they're the highlight of my feed!!

Anyways!!! I might return here with even more things to say, depending on how this goes because I feel like I've said a lot yet nothing substantial...

Many sweet and kind wishes newly-found 🍓 anon (let's hope this one isn't taken)

Hi and welcome 🍓 non!

It can be sort of daunting and scary to interact on tumblr when you’ve not done it before but hey, look at you doing the damn thing!! If it helps - and maybe you wouldn’t guess it from the way I overshare here on tumblr - I’m super fuckin shy. So I get it, I really do. But nevertheless, I’m happy to have you here 🩷

You’re too kind 🥹 I’m glad you’re liking and reading my Roman work. And my Joel stuff too, apparently!! How lucky I am 🥰 that’s all very flattering of you to say. If you’re wanting to watch Pedro movies/shows, I’d suggest TLOU, Narcos, and Prospect. Those are my favorites of his projects 🩷🩷

Hehe. Me and my silly tags. I always wonder if people are reading them. I tend to just slobber in there, or completely overshare. Oops lol. I’m glad to know I come off as nice, though, means I’m doing something right. I want my blog to feel as fun to those who visit as it does to me. I feel like I’ve built a good relationship between myself and my readers and emoji anons, and I’m glad you’re part of that crew too!

I’m uh. I’m into intox kink and Roman 😵‍💫🤤 very much so. I have a million intox kink fic ideas but yeah, that’s…yeah. We should make that happen, huh? Pervy (probably older) Roman telling you that you couldn’t handle it, talking you through it when you’re too high, taking advantage of your limp body and fuzzy head…yeah. Fuck.

Jojo and Gizmo ARE so cute and I will tell them you said so even if it inflates their already too-big-for-their-bodies egos. This was them yesterday. They’re solar powered, they were charging in the sunlight and gaining energy to cause ruckus and get into all sorts of misadventures.

Come back here anytime, my friend!! It’s so great to meet you and I’m excited to get to know ya 🩷🩷

[resurrection-of-soul]

Flashback | PSYCHOBREAK 4

Writer: Akira (日日日)

Characters: Adonis, Koga

Koga: There was a time when he was pretty much all I thought about, after all. I thought about him soooo much, I ended up with a~ll sorts a' delusions about him which had absolutely no basis in reality.

[ For the best viewing experience, please read directly on my blog! ♪ ]

Time: The following afternoon.

Location: Inside the TV station's studio, in the dressing room for HELLSING, formerly UNDEAD

Adonis: I wonder what Sakuma-senpai is thinking. Is this meant to be some kind of penalty or punishment for me? No, I shouldn't doubt him… Since it's Sakuma-senpai, there must be some deeper meaning behind this.

Koga: Aahn? You're givin' that dumb old man waaay too much credit. Believe it or not, he rarely actually thinks things through. He just goes n' does whatever he wants, n' after the fact, he comes up with some long-winded explanation so he can be all, "Just as planned." ¹ It's ridiculous.

Adonis: As expected, you understand him very well.

Koga: There was a time when he was pretty much all I thought about, after all. I thought about him soooo much, I ended up with a~ll sorts a' delusions about him which had absolutely no basis in reality.

Adonis: ……

Koga: That aside, hey. What're we gonna do about this shit?

Adonis: Even if you ask me, I don't know either. In fact, I was planning to ask you about it. Yesterday, we encountered our imposters — HELLSING — at the AIIE Experimental Facility. Then, after we investigated the premises, Sakuma-senpai made a suggestion. He said, "They say one ought to turn even misfortune into good fortune², so let us use this situation to our advantage."

Koga: Hmm~ Well, I think it'd be better to just get rid a' those fakes. But ugh, they seriously look just like people, and it seems like they've got some level of self-awareness too. It wouldn't really sit right with me if we just went and killed 'em off.

Adonis: Yes, that is another of the dilemmas involved in the use of AI. Should AI, or robots in general, receive "human rights"? If they are not recognized as people and are simply regarded as useful tools, is that equivalent to a new form of slavery?

Koga: Yeaaah, no, it ain't my job to figure out that kinda complex crap. It's just... Those HELLSING guys are surprisin'ly cooperative, or maybe it'd be more accurate to call 'em obedient, with the way they follow instructions. No matter how foul their mouths or bad their attitudes, it's like we're holdin' their remote controls. It really reminds you they're still just machines. The question is whether it's really okay to toss those pitiful bastards out like yesterday's garbage, just for the sake of our own convenience. I mean, they're still alive— Or well, no, technically I guess they're not, since they're machines n' all.

Adonis: I wonder whether machines have souls too.

Koga: I dunno, but… Sakuma-senpai seems to think there's somethin' there, since he decided not to scrap 'em. Well, not like there was ever any chance a' that guy gettin' rid of 'em just cause their existence gets in our way.

Adonis: Sakuma-senpai is kind, after all.

Koga: More like he's a coward. He's sick a' fuckin' up the course a' other people's lives. Even though those AIs ain't human, he still can't bring himself to do it. Honestly, if it were me, I'd be perfectly satisfied with bein' destroyed by the person I love.

Adonis: …Anyway, to summarize, HELLSING began their activities while we were isolated from the outside world due to the experiment. And, as a "radical and immoral" unit, they received tremendous support, especially from the long-time fans who longed to see that side of us. It seems Sakuma-senpai wants to take advantage of that. Specifically, by leaving the conventional radical, immoral, rock band-like activities to HELLSING… While UNDEAD continues to focus on a variety of casual content, like we have been since ES's establishment. It is important to please old fans, but it is equally important to cultivate new ones. Sakuma-senpai is trying to make the most of both audiences, without pushing aside either. I suppose this is how he plans for us to recover from our recent decline.

Koga: We were teeterin' on the edge between the dark side and the light side, so we're just gonna go ahead and actually split into two, huh. Normally, if ya tried to pull that kinda thing off, the colors'll just get all muddy n' go to waste, but now we've got handy-dandy robots to serve as our proxies. Like Copy Robots³. Hmph.

Adonis: Copy Robots? I don't understand that analogy, but I think HELLSING proved its usefulness in today's live.

Koga: Guess that's true. But I had no idea how the hell to react when Hasumi-senpa— that shitty four-eyes suddenly came crashin' in. And just as expected, there's no way he can understand us right now.

Adonis: I don't think he meant it as an attack. Hasumi-senpai was just worried about us.

Koga: Tch, he's always been like that. He's the meddlesome type a' guy who wouldn't be able to leave an abandoned dog on the side a' the road.

Adonis: I don't think anyone would be able to.

Koga: But, well, for better or worse, that shitty four-eyes is only human. There's no way he'd guess somethin' as insane as the fact a bunch a' human-like robots are workin' for us behind the scenes. Until the existence of "artificial idols" becomes widely known, nobody — not even that shitty four-eyes — will be able to figure us out.

Adonis: Yes. If we reveal the truth to him right now, it might seem like we're talking nonsense, and damage our credibility. That's why we've kept it secret for the moment.

Koga: Yeah. It'd probably be best to tell 'im the truth as soon as possible. That ain't our problem right now, though. First, we've gotta deal with HELLSING. We don't know shit about those AIs of ours, so lettin' 'em do whatever they want is way too risky. Cause a' that, you n' I are in charge a' keepin' an eye on 'em.

Adonis: Yes. That is why we, alongside the fake Sakuma-senpai and Hakaze-senpai, are engaging in "radical and immoral" activities as HELLSING. Meanwhile, the real Sakuma-senpai and Hakaze-senpai are performing in a variety show with the fake Oogami and I as UNDEAD.

Koga: Seems like they've got a pretty good reputation, so there's no need to worry about our fakes reflectin' poorly on us. They appeared on a live broadcast without issue, n' handled bein' in a variety show skillfully.

Adonis: That's right. It's still uncertain whether this decision will turn out to be for better or worse, but— At the moment, things are going almost terrifyingly well for us.

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A Death Note reference. My urge to write "all according to keikaku" and have the TL note simply read "keikaku means plan" was strong, as this is, in fact, that exact line of dialogue.

A quote from Records of the Grand Historian, also known as the Shiji. Specifically, this is a quote from the biography of Warring States-era strategist Su Qin. It should be noted that some historians believe the biographies on Su Qin in the Shiji to be forgeries, and so the use of this specific quote may have been a deliberate choice to keep in line with the real vs fake theme.

A reference to Doraemon. As a side note, Rei also jokingly compares himself to Doraemon, the titular wish-granting robot cat, in Crossroads.

[theferalwitch]

My thoughts on fictional characters, people and their complexities (Billy Hargrove included lol he's the main focus. As are a lot of my posts)

Uh. Mild TW Mention of slurs and fictional violence!

I think I start caring about people who are morally objectionable because I know for a fact I too can be morally objectionable. If they can be loud and angry and mean and people understand them and love them surely. Surely one person can understand and love me too. I think this is part of the reason why so many people care about the villain of the story. They're not excusing what they've done. They understand what they've done, but they don't. Yknow. They just don't look at them and go " BAD MAN MUST GO AWAY FOR GOOD". They understand the complexity of the character and the way they came to be where they got to today. Or atleast the potential complexity like with Billy Hargrove.

I look at the guy an yeah as a character he's done some bad stuff. He really has. Laying out what's canon here.

Broken Max's skateboard.

Tried to run over children.

Implied violence towards Max.

Racism towards Lucas

And this is just what I can think of-

However he's been hit by his father (considering the reaction to it I doubt it's been the first time)

Called slurs by said father.

With his memories of his dad and his mom's fights well. We know what happened there.

Has rightfully gotten upset at Steve lying to him about Max being there at the house he was at. With a bunch of boys. At night. (All he knew was Steve's reputation and he doesn't know these kids. Billy is a guy. He knows what could have happened) Ended up wilding out and getting drugged by something unknown. (Which I can see why they did it in the heat of the moment. Does that excuse it? Absolutely not)

I'm not even gonna touch on Karen Wheeler. She's a predator end of story.

Now to put this all in perspective Billy is a child during most of this. And barely legal working at the pool. Children should be held responsible for their actions if they truly intend to harm or abuse someone else. No question. In his environment? I can understand why he developed the way he did.

Because I was in some of those same situations. My friends were. Families were. I've seen people who rose above their raising and some who didn't. I was fortunate enough to claw myself out of that hole. I still do every day.

Now Billy Hargrove never got that chance. All we saw was the angry, destructive, loud kid that partied fought and drank.

Whats the point of this you ask? I fuckin see myself in the kids actions. I was angry and destructive and just flat out mean to people.

Sometimes those impulses come from a really dark place and it's hard to control. Hard to deal with. Especially if you don't have the tools and the support behind you. Maybe if he'd been given a chance to change he would have. Guess we'll never know.

I wanted to end this by saying that well. I know this was a ramble. But I think I wanted to say is people and characters can be complex things. I wanted to use Billy as an example for that and to make myself feel a little better for being considered too much. To angry. To traumatized. Taking up too much space. Coz if he can be loved like. So can I. So can you. 💜

[engiewife]

Hello.🙂

cheer bear🌈, good luck bear🍀 & love-a-lot-bear💞?

Hey!

Thanks fer the ask

cheer bear 🌈 - how do you cheer s/i up when they're feeling down? are you more likely to want to solve their problem, or help them feel out the negative feelings?

I’m like the best at cheering Nick up! And I know too cause that guy tends to get like all sad a lot. I usually just cheer him up by being around ‘im, he always tells me my presence alone calms him down. Such a good boyfriend, aren’t I? Without even tryin’, tellin’ ya! Though on the rare occasion that doesn’t work, I usually just drag him to my room, so we can listen to some records ya know? He’s the only reason I have that damn Sinatra mixed in my Tom Jones records.

I’m more of a solvin’ type of guy, well if the solvin’ is bashing anyone who upset him’s skull in.

good luck bear 🍀 - who's more of an optimist -- you, or s/i?

Yeah so Nick’s more of a “expect the worst” type of guy, me personally it is what it is, whatever happens happens. Nick’s the type to where you take him out to eat and he acts like the worst that could happen is the damn world exploding.

I don’t know I like to look a bit on the brighter side, while Nick’s whinin’ that RED’s gonna kick our ass I’m confident that we gonna wipe the floor with ‘em and hey I mean I’m right sometimes

love-a-lot bear 💞 - what moment made you realize that s/i was "the one"? be as detailed or vague as you want!

He joined BLU a little after me, I remember the first day met him short little guy almost killin’ himself from the recoil of a shotgun, laughed my damn ass off.

After that I just kinda realized I liked bein’ around ‘im, I had never been into any guy before so I didn’t think anythin’ of it, ya know? I thought it was just cause he was a bit goofy lookin’, ya know someone to laugh at when I’m bored. Then that fuckin’ Spy got onto Nick about somethin’ one day, and I’m usually pissed off when Spy gets on his stuff but him doin’ it to Nick just seemed to tick me off even more. I don’t know I guess that’s when I realized I wanted to do a lot for that guy kinda just went off from there. Realized I wanted this goofy lookin’ little guy.

Thanks fer the ask ;)

[mogglewrites]

Stay Still

LukeJamie confession fic (Jamie Ver.)

[Also posted on AO3 and my Twitter as a thread fic]

This fic has two different outcomes and Jamie's ending won the poll, so y'all get to see this first.

Thank you to my friend @miss-evening for being my beta reader! Now let's get to boys being in love 🫡

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It's after hours at the Buckler training center. Two men are fighting, each throwing punches and kicks like their lives depend on it.

All over a simple wager.

"The loser has to do whatever the winner wants."

It's childish, really, but too tempting to pass up.

It's a chance.

Jamie sweeps out Luke's legs from under him, tripping him prone, then swiftly climbs up to sit on his chest. The blonde tries to fight him off, but the drunken master pins down his wrists. It takes a little time, but eventually Luke stops resisting. He stares up at Jamie, his hair undone from all the fighting, though he hasn't taken a single swig from his gourd yet. It makes a curtain of black against the lights above, however messy it has gotten.

They both agreed to make this fair. That's why they're fighting here instead of in a random alley on the streets. No chances of passerby interrupting, no stray rubble to kick up into the other's face, no property damage to worry about.

All according to plan.

Jamie's heart is about ready to burst. He's light-headed, but in the best of ways.

"You give?" he asks, hands an iron grip on his rival.

"...Fine," Luke turns his face to the side to avoid eye-contact. But Jamie doesn't care about that right now.

Because he has won.

The Hongkonger whoops in delight and laughs. He lets go of Luke and rolls off to lay down next to him. Yes! Yes, he had won!

"Ughh, that took way too fuckin' long," Jamie groans in relief, stretching out his arms and legs. His muscles are aching and he can hear Luke's breathing from here. They're both exhausted after their fights every time, yet they just keep coming back for more.

Jamie used to be annoyed by Luke. He's always smiling, always so ready to welcome a challenge or anyone who walks through those large double doors. He shines so brightly that Jamie couldn't stand to look at him.

But over time, he grew familiar to that smile, and begins to answer back with one of his own. Their matches used to be filled with insults–not that they aren't anymore, of course–but now they are made in a playful manner. A comment here, a taunt there. Their blows have lost the usual malice and became tests of skill. Who will come out on top this time? It gives him such a rush!

Luke sits up. Tired eyes glance his way, and Jamie returns it, still beaming.

"So, what do you want me to do?" Luke runs a hand through his hair in an effort to style it back into a somewhat presentable look. He's met with a grin.

"Why the rush? You wanna serve me that badly?" he teases at the blonde, pushing himself up as well.

"Just get it over with." Luke's tone is surprisingly neutral. He's expecting Jamie to demand something ridiculous. His best guess is having him grovel at his feet or admit something humiliating.

"Alright, alright. Let me think..." he makes a show of putting a hand on his chin. Honestly, he's doing all these theatrics to buy more time for his heart to settle. His request isn't going to be easy, after all. He needs all the time he can get.

But he's made up his mind! He's going to do it tonight! Regardless of the outcome!

"I want you...to close your eyes and stay still," Jamie finally says.

"What? Are you gonna punch me or something?" Luke narrows his eyes at him.

"Oh please, I already got enough punches in for the day. Look, I promise this won't hurt at all." He's telling the truth. What he has planned is the complete opposite of bodily harm. Why won't he trust him?!

Their gazes lock for a moment. Jamie is being as sincere as he could. He keeps a smile on his face, the very same easygoing one he had since their match is over. He can only hope he will believe him and play along.

Luke sighs once more, accepting his fate, then closes his eyes.

Jamie's smile drops. His heart picks back up again. He gets on his knees and leans closer to Luke.

Fuck, he's handsome...

He takes a few seconds to stare at him. If this doesn't end well, it may as well be his last time seeing Luke's face. He wants to remember it. Every single detail.

Just do it. Like he said, get it over with.

He squeezes his eyes shut and closes his mouth over Luke's.

He senses rather than hears Luke taking a sharp inhale through his nose, but he doesn't pull away. Jamie stays there for a bit before licking at those lips because why the fuck not, right? He may as well do it since this might be the only time he gets to. Luke's lips are softer than he imagined. Hah, he wouldn't put it past the boy scout to use chapstick or something.

He doesn't do much more, and after what feels like an eternity, Jamie withdraws and opens his eyes.

To meet Luke's.

Jamie tries to think of something to say, but comes up short. Those blue eyes hold him in place. His heart might as well burst out of his chest now with how fast it's beating.

Then Luke pulls him in for another kiss and he nearly explodes.

It's not a simple one like before. Luke kisses him like his life depends on it, and Jamie gets swept along for the ride. He gasps, and a moan comes out of him as Luke's tongue delves into his mouth. They separate just to catch their breath and go right back in again.

At some point, Jamie ends up in his rival's lap. Luke is still peppering kisses all over his face and damn it, he just can't stop smiling!

"Down, boy. Jeez, and I thought I was the thirsty one," he holds Luke back with a hand to his shoulder.

"Sorry, I'm just–really, really happy," Luke replies sheepishly, "I mean, I didn't expect you to like me back."

"I didn't expect you to like me either. You didn't exactly give me any hints," Jamie pouts. Luke tucks a strand of black hair behind his ears. He feels like his cheeks are on fire.

"Meanwhile you just kept hitting on me over and over."

"Hey, Jamie Siu doesn't hit on people! Other people hit on Jamie Siu," he huffs. Though he supposes there is some truth to Luke's statement. He has been coming around to see Luke more often after he realized his own feelings. Even going out of his way to seek him out sometimes.

"Yeah, yeah. And you definitely didn't plan to make a bet and kiss me tonight too, huh?" Luke gives him another peck on the cheek. His confession must have been magic, because it turned Luke into a puppy. Jamie leans into the crook of his neck, mumbling something.

"Woulda...done more..."

"What was that?"

"Nothin'. Don't worry about it." Shit! He didn't think Luke would hear that!

Luke only rolls his eyes and tightens the hold he has on Jamie, pressing their bodies closer together.

"Well if it sounds good to you, wanna come back to my place?" he suggests.

"Hm?" Jamie perks up. Is Luke implying what he thinks he is?

"What? You think I'm gonna leave you alone after kissing me like that? No way."

"Taking me home already? I'm not gonna say no-Ah!" He barely finishes his sentence before Luke suddenly stands up with him in his arms. He smacks him on the chest to scold him, but Luke just laughs it off.

Hmph, guess the wager was worth it after all.