#bitchin rides 2

[orcelito]

Oh yrah I had just under 67 hours logged for the previous pay period

Heck

[eighth-heroine]

even it up

pairing: dean winchester x f!reader

CONTENT: violence (hunting), graphic descriptions of injuries and repairing them, SMUT, unprotected piv, dean might have a pain kink (or a competency kink), praise (m!receiving), blowjob, riding, (reckless) choking, edging (m!receiving), begging, biting, overstimulation

word count: 4.7k

a/n: part 2 to bitchin'. sorry it took so long! i got busy with schoolwork, but the semester's almost up so we'll be back to our regularly scheduled programming soon. thanks for your patience!

Silence filled the rental car as you and Dean drove to the location you'd tracked the missing vampires to. You had woken up tangled together, naked, dried bodily fluids a stark reminder of how far you'd fallen. You hadn't said a word to him all morning, and even Dean was devoid of his usual quips. At least you seemed to agree: last night was a mistake, and shouldn't happen again.

You parked the car in an unmarked, cracked parking lot a few blocks away from the abandoned house. Dean was out the door before you pulled the key from the ignition, rushing to the trunk to grab his weapons. You sighed and went after him, slamming the door behind you.

You stopped to the side of the trunk. "Dean."

"What," came his gruff reply from under the trunk lid. The sparse weeds growing through the pavement were suddenly very interesting.

"We should talk-"

Dean slammed the lid of the trunk, causing you to jump, and tossed you a machete, which you caught easily despite being startled.

"Let's just get the job done," he said, his face hard and unyielding as he made eye contact with you.

You looked away quickly, avoiding his stony gaze. "Fine," you mumbled. Those weeds sure were growing. Kind of how Dean had started to grow on you... persistent, despite the unforgiving terrain.

Shaking your head, you fell into step behind Dean as he started walking down the uneven sidewalk.

Your hands were deft as you picked the lock of the back door to the old, peeling green house. All the windows were boarded up, so you had no idea what was waiting for you directly behind this door, but if there was one thing you could count on, it's that if something did charge you, Dean would chop its head off. Not necessarily because he wanted to save you, but because he liked killing monsters. And you had a feeling that he had some anger he might want to take out on something deserving.

The lock finally clicked and you pushed the door open cautiously. It opened into a dirty mudroom, scattered with shoes and coats of all sizes and styles. Your stomach turned as you realized they must have belonged to victims.

Dean noticed it too. "Let's go," he said grimly and pushed past you into the building, machete held high.

You picked up your own machete from the ground where you had set it to pick the lock and followed Dean. He was quick, peeking past corners before whipping around and advancing down the hallways, pressed flat against the wall. You were less... dramatic about your caution, choosing to let him clear the way.

Dean stopped suddenly and threw an arm back, stopping you in place. For a second, you were distracted by the way his hand pressed back against you, fingers almost curling around your shirt, touching but not quite. A breeze through a broken window sent a wave of his Old Spice scent in your direction that almost overtook you. Then you came to your senses and slapped his hand away.

You peered past him to see what it was. You had come across a bedroom, in which three vampires were snoring away unwittingly. You recognized them from the warehouse.

Dean looked back at you and nodded, creeping into the room. You each went to a side of the bed and made eye contact over the sleeping monsters in front of you.

One, Dean mouthed, raising his blade.

Two, and you followed suit.

Three, and both of you swung. The blood of two vampires splattered the white sheets, and the third leapt up immediately, fangs descending. She stood on the bed, ready to pounce on Dean, when you pulled her legs out from under her. The vamp fell to the mattress, where you unceremoniously chopped off its head.

"Nice move," Dean muttered, wiping his blade and already walking towards the door. "Let's clear the rest of the house."

You checked the remaining rooms on the ground floor, while Dean hurried upstairs. You found nothing in the dilapidated rooms except some mice and rotting wood floors.

A loud pounding and scuffling sounded on the ceiling above you, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of metal hitting the floor. You turned and ran up the stairs two at a time.

Dean was locked in hand-to-hand combat with a vamp on the landing, his machete lying some distance away. Blood trickled down his temple. The ornate bronze candlestick the vampire wielded had a matching red stain.

The vampire hooked his beefy arm around Dean's neck and slammed him face first into the wall, shattering the glass on a picture frame that hung there. You seized the opportunity of having his back to you and rushed up behind him, hacking at his neck. Only his neck was so thick and muscular that your blade barely went through a third of it.

The vamp dropped Dean on the ground and slowly turned on you, your machete still stuck in its neck. Your eyes darted to where Dean's machete had fallen, and you scrambled backwards to pick it up, almost tripping on a rug in the process, but successfully retrieving it anyway. You brandished in front of you as you got backed into a corner, your last line of defense.

It had the audacity to laugh at you. "You think that's gonna work?" he taunted, bearing down on you and shadowing you from the meager sunlight coming through a window in an adjacent room.

In your periphery, you saw Dean rising from the ground, eyes fixed on the weapon stuck in the vampire's neck. You suppressed the urge to glance at him fully as he crept up behind the monster. He took hold of the machete handle and yanked.

It was no good. The vamp whirled on him, socking him in the jaw. You saw your chance. Dean was down for the count and the vampire had its back turned again. You ran up and swung with all your might in the opposite direction. The vamp's head rolled.

Dean looked up at you from the ground where he had fallen, panting hard. “You’re welcome,” he breathed heavily.

“For what? I saved your ass,” you reminded him, holding out a hand to help him up.

“If I hadn’t distracted it, you wouldn’t have been able to get it,” he said while standing, obviously trying to repair his ego.

You rolled your eyes and dropped his hand roughly. “Oh please.” You started down the stairs to head back to the car.

“At least we got them all now,” Dean commented, stomping down the stairs behind you.

You ignored him all the way back to the car and all the way back to the hotel as he continued to try to convince you that you hadn’t done all the work.

The sun was setting by the time you got back to the hotel, all shades of red and orange that reminded you of the blood you had spilled today. It reflected off the Impala, parked in front of the side door of the hotel. And it bathed Dean in a warm golden light that bounced off his freckled skin and made him look like he was glowing.

Ew, what am I thinking, you scolded yourself. He's just sweaty. He's a gross, sweaty man who you hate and never want to be intimate with again. He doesn't look sexy at all right now.

You were brought back to earth as Dean winced heavily while hauling his bag out of your trunk to transfer it to his car. His hand went to his ribs, tenderly feeling around for cracks.

"You should come inside so I can check you out," you said without thinking.

Dean looked at you incredulously. "Yeah, I bet you'd love to check me out, but I gotta go."

You rolled your eyes, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "Not what I meant. You're obviously hurt, let me take a look. I can patch you up better than you can yourself."

He threw his bag into the trunk of the Impala and slammed it shut. "Fine. If you'll let me leave after."

You prepared your first aid kit while Dean stripped off his top layers. You could have just gotten what you needed as you went, but you were preparing yourself for seeing him shirtless again... in the same environment that you'd fucked in last night.

You turned around, heart rate picking up. You were just making yourself nervous more than anything. You'd seen him shirtless thousands of times before. It's fine, it's normal.

And there he was.

Half-naked.

Sweaty.

Groaning.

Dean sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed, trying to look down his side, where deep red bruises were already formed. They were accompanied by a gash on his chest, presumably where the vampire's claws had cut into his skin as it tossed him around.

You kneeled in front of him and began examining his ribs, making sure to be gentle as you ran your fingers over each bone. Goosebumps rose on his flesh in the path of your hands. "Well, good news, nothing's broken."

Dean gave a pained sort of grimace-smile. "Great. So I can leave." He made to get up off the bed, but you held down his thighs.

"Not so fast," you said. "Let me fix up that cut."

"It's fine, really, I can do it myself," he protested. He met your determined gaze and slumped back.

"Fine. Make it quick."

You poured some antiseptic on a gauze pad. "This is gonna sting."

"I know, sweetheart, this ain't my first rodeo," Dean griped.

You gave him an expressionless look like I-am-so-done-with-you and pressed the soaked gauze to the cut. Dean hissed through his teeth, fingers tightening into the blanket beneath him. You wiped away the blood and the grime, revealing how deep the cut was.

"I'm gonna have to close this up," you told him. "It's deeper than I thought." You begin rummaging through the first-aid kit for the suture needle you knew was around somewhere. A hunter's first-aid kit was a little more elaborate than most.

You carefully threaded the needle, tongue poking through your lips, then looked up at him. "Ready?"

Dean's expression hardened and he grabbed the t-shirt he had been wearing, wadded up one end, and shoved it in his mouth.

Your brow furrowed in concentration as you wove the needle through his delicate skin, meticulously joining the two sides. You worked as quickly and as steadily as you could, painstakingly making sure to sew him up in a way that wouldn't scar too much. Dean did his best to keep quiet, occasionally grunting in pain, his face scrunching up around the shirt in his mouth.

You reached the end of the cut and adeptly tied off the thread, snipping the loose end off. Dean spat the chunk of t-shirt out of his mouth and tossed it to the side.

You made eye contact for a moment as you covered the wound site with a bandage, then Dean shifted his eyes to the side. "Thanks," he said after a minute.

"You sure you want to go? Why don't you rest one more night before getting on the road?" you asked softly, placing your hand on his knee soothingly. His leg twitched under your hand.

"I should go...." Dean protested half-heartedly, not making any move to get up. Did he want to stay?

"Got somewhere to be, Winchester?" you teased. Testing your theory, you rubbed his thigh a couple times. His eyes fluttered half-closed and he looked at you darkly through his lashes.

"Don't," he murmured, uncharacteristically non-combative. His hand crept around your wrist, holding your hand on his leg.

You looked up at him from your place between his legs. "You say one thing, but do another," you said softly. "What do you want, Dean?"

Dean bit his lip and let go of your hand, clasping his together in his lap and dropping his gaze to them. You waited a beat, then grabbed his hands, pulling them to your chest.

"Look at me, Dean," you commanded. His eyes flew up in surprise. "Tell me what you want."

His expression changed from surprised to irritated to aroused. He grabbed you by the shoulders.

"You."

You grinned and stood up to clamber onto him, leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss, Dean's hands ghosting across your back and legs, helping you into his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him as close as possible as you made out and rolled your hips down onto his hardening cock.

Dean groaned and broke away. "Let me fuck you," he rasped, pupils blown.

A lovely mischievous idea occurred to you. You pouted. "You'll hurt yourself. Let me take care of you." You slid off his lap onto the floor and turned away, pulling your own shirt over your head. "Get comfortable on the bed."

In the fake gold plated mirror on the wall, you saw Dean look you up and down hungrily. Then he quickly stripped the rest of his clothes off and sat against the headboard. You slowly lowered your jeans, then your panties, being as teasing as possible, knowing he was watching.

"Come here," he barked finally. You turned to face him, bra still covering your breasts.

"So demanding," you breathed, but went to him anyway. You sat down on his thighs and looped your arms around his neck again, pulling him in for a kiss, which he swerved in favor of mouthing kisses into your neck and jaw. You moaned a little as he paid attention to a sensitive vein. Your hips almost involuntarily rolled forward, meeting his lower stomach.

His hands, which had just been resting on your thighs, squeezed harshly into the supple flesh of your hips. You yelped as he dug his fingers into the bruises he had left the day before.

"You said you would take care of me," Dean said snarkily, staring pointedly at his cock between you. You smirked and wrapped your hand around its base, admiring the reddening tip. You slowly squeezed your hand up from the base to the tip, and were rewarded with a thick drop of precum leaking out and dripping down the side. Dean huffed, a dark flush spreading across his neck and chest.

You scooted down his legs until your face was level with his crotch. Making teasing eye contact with him, you slowly stuck out your tongue and licked his cock from his balls up, flicking off the tip. Dean growled, his skin and gaze fiery.

"Quit'cher teasing," he slurred, tilting his head back to knock against the headboard.

You found significant pleasure in weakening him, and although you'd have liked to keep teasing him, you wanted to make him come undone. So you took his cock into your mouth, sucking gently on the fat head, savoring the salty taste of him.

"Fuck," Dean whispered, head still back, eyes closed. You swirled your tongue around a few times, then started lowering your head, taking him further and further into your mouth. He reached for your head but you caught his hand and held it down to the bed.

You raised your head, letting his cock fall from your mouth, a string of drool still connecting the two. "Trust me," you said, raising your eyebrow.

"I don't trust you as far as I can throw you," he groaned.

"Don't make me tie you down," you warned. "I will."

"I'd like to see you try- ngh!" You squeezed the base of his cock tightly and watched as it turned red and Dean squirmed beneath you, mouth agape and panting. He truly was a beautiful, lewd sight.

"Mind your stitches," you reminded him gently. "Lie still." You loosened your hold on his cock and began sliding your hand along it languidly.

Dean visibly relaxed, eyes fluttering open. You lowered your mouth back onto his cock, taking him all the way to the back of your throat and swallowing around him. Your eyes watered and stung, but the groan he let out was worth it. You repeated the process a couple more times, then pulled off and looked up at him. He regarded you darkly and lustfully as you grabbed his hand and brought it to the side of your face, allowing him to lace his fingers through your hair and grab a handful.

A handhold.

You nodded slightly and dropped your jaw, mouth waiting above his heavy cock. Dean's mouth slowly grew into a grin.

"Want me to fuck your face, huh? Guess that's one way you can help me out." He shoved your head down onto him. You gagged as his tip hit the back of your throat. "Fucking slut, letting a guy fuck your mouth just 'cuz you feel sorry for him." He began bobbing your head up and down. His grip on your hair made your scalp tingle.

You made a little moan of protest. It turned into the most obscene gurgling, gagging sound as he continued to use you like a human fleshlight.

You gripped his wrist and tugged his hand out of your hair so you could pull off of his cock. You looked at him through narrowed eyes. "I will stop."

"Yeah, right," Dean scoffed, out of breath. "You practically threw yourself on me."

You smirked, moving up to straddle him, and pinned his hand to the headboard. "I think you'll find that, both times, it was the other way around."

Before Dean knew what was happening, you ambushed him with a handcuff snapping around his wrist, the other side looped haphazardly on the bedpost. It didn't matter that it wasn't secure. He didn't have enough leverage to lift it over the tall post and free himself.

While he snarled, distracted, you trapped his other wrist in the same way. You smiled down at him sweetly when his angry face turned to you.

"I did warn you," you said, grinding down on his lap. "But I guess I should've known better than to give you any control. It was always going to come to this, wasn't it?"

"You bitch," Dean said through gritted teeth, straining forward against his restraints.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his neck, his jaw, his earlobe. "Just say the word if it's too much."

You felt him relax underneath you, then he nipped at your ear. "How weak do you think I am? Do your worst," he sneered.

You rose above him, triumphant. "Oh, I will, baby." You ground your wet core against his cock, still slick with your spit. He ground his teeth more, trying not to react. You threaded your fingers through his hair and tugged gently.

And oh, how beautiful it was that he let his head loll back, giving himself into your control, eyes fluttering shut. Then he seemed to snap to his senses and he opened his eyes, muttering, "Just ride me already."

"Patience," you whispered, and began kissing him. You kissed down his neck, across his chest (avoiding the stitches), down his stomach through the soft hairs that led back down to his pretty cock, laying on his stomach and leaving droplets of precum like dew in the hairs.

You blew softly across his length as you considered the best way to make him unravel for you. He let out a low groan, quiet and strained. You smiled to yourself and lowered your mouth back onto his cock, running your tongue lightly along the thick vein that ran up its underside, tracing the life-force that pulsated beneath his skin. He huffed softly in quick succession.

"Breathe," you murmured against his dick, and licked the tip gently, slo-o-owly. Dean made a pretty noise that was halfway a grunt and halfway a breathy sigh, and your pussy fluttered between your legs.

You clambered back up his body, your knees framing his waist as you hovered over him. His eyes were completely clouded by lust, an eager expression taking over his face. You took hold of his cock and lined it up with your body. His breath hitched in anticipation.

You cocked your head, smiling. "What do you say?"

Dean scowled. "Fuck you, I'm not begging."

"Oh, but you already have, Dean." You stroke his cock gently where it waits between your legs. "What's one more word?"

His eyes threatened to close against his will. He gritted his teeth, opened his mouth, closed it, sighed, and spoke. "Please," he whispered.

"Good boy," you praised, sinking down onto his cock slowly. You moaned loudly as you felt him fill you up again. It almost felt better now that you were taking your time with him. Dean moaned softly, arms finally relaxing in his bonds.

Your head dipped down and you kissed him. His mouth was soft and pliant against yours, not fighting, not working to dominate, and you had the fleeting thought that you had tamed him. You didn't know how, but in this moment, he was completely submissive. And you liked it.

You raised yourself up and drew off his cock until just the head remained inside, then slid back down slowly, like you had at first. Dean leaned forward, held back somewhat by the cuffs, to suck and press kisses to your breasts. You ground down on him, pressing his cock as far in as it would go until it ached, and your chest vibrated with Dean's responding groan.

"Please move," he begged hoarsely, hips twitching underneath you.

"Since you asked nicely," you breathed. You began rolling your hips against his steadily, watching as his pleasure flickered through his rugged features. It was a stark contrast to last night, when he had been scowling and making quips the entire time as he fucked you into the mattress. This was almost... loving. Or perhaps you were simply providing him a service. You did agree to take care of him, and maybe that's what he needed.

You reached up and unclasped the handcuff on Dean's left hand, somehow trusting that he would not go anywhere. His eyes flew open and his hand was on you like it was a magnet and your hip was the opposite charge. His hand massaged into the flesh of your hip, making a dull ache arise from the bruises of the previous night.

You looked into his eyes as both your moans filled the air. They were wide and asking, and since his hand was gentle on your body, and he had been on such good behavior, you released his other hand as well.

It was like a switch flipped. His right hand darted to your waist and dug in, the hand on your hip tightening as well as he took control of your movement. You yelped and he began pushing you faster, your thighs screaming with effort as you tried to regain control.

"Dean," you gasped, clawing at his shoulders.

He grinned, slamming your hips down on him until you were forced to fall against his shoulder. "You were too slow," he gasped between heavy breaths, the wind rushing from his lungs each time your hips met his.

You managed to push yourself back up, bracing your forearm against his throat. His gasps turned ragged as you cut off his air. His thrusts slowed as you regained control of him.

"Be good," you said harshly, catching your breath and narrowing your gaze. "Only good boys get what they want." Dean scowled as he realized you were parroting his words from the night before.

"Fuck you," he spat hoarsely, voice barely audible from the pressure on his vocal cords. You cocked an eyebrow and leaned a little heavier on his throat. His cock twitched inside you.

Letting up on his throat just enough that he could breathe, you picked yourself up and began fucking yourself on his cock again, this time fully in control as his hands just clutched at your hips. You swear he went bug-eyed at the renewed friction combined with his light-headedness.

You felt pressure build in your core as you watched Dean's face, red and straining, mouth hanging open as he gasped in a desperate bid for a full breath. All that came from his mouth were raspy moans and heaves. He seemed determined not to beg still. You supposed he had been faking before. That wouldn't do.

"Tell me when you're close, baby," you purred in his ear as you began rubbing your clit, the sensation causing you to clench around him tightly. You readjusted the arm on his throat so he could speak.

"I'm close," you continued. "If I come on your cock, can you take it? Or will it be too much?" You pouted in mock pity. Dean was barely listening, eyes rolled back in his head, mouth moving in something that might have been words, if he wasn't so pussy-drunk and oxygen-deprived.

The look on his face finally pushed you over the edge, and you fell on his mouth hungrily as your pussy spasmed around him, eating up his desperate whines and moans as they fell from his lips.

You didn't stop your pace, overstimulating yourself and building another orgasm while Dean... finally broke.

"Please," he gasped hoarsely into your mouth, teeth clashing against yours as he jerked forward, drawn towards you, needing to be closer and closer and closer. "I'm so close."

You smirked down at him and slowed drastically. He was going to feel everything you were subjected to last night. He whined and buried his face in your chest, hips wiggling in an attempt to thrust into you again. "What do you say?"

"I just did," he growled, scraping his teeth over your skin.

"You didn't," you said cheerily. "You know what you need to tell me."

He let out a drawn-out groan followed by what could be considered somewhat of a sob. "Fuck."

"That's not it," you chastised.

Dean gritted his teeth and looked up at you, meeting your gaze. But he couldn't hold it. "I need to come," he whispered, eyes dropping. "Please make me come."

You resumed your last pace, touching yourself and clenching down on him as your body reacted to the feelings. Dean let out a broken moan as you leaned on his throat again. "Fuck- fuck-" he gasped against your skin, more his mouth just forming the words than speaking, hot and wet and open. His entire body tensed and he stopped breathing for just a moment-

And then he came inside you, shuddering and digging his nails into your hips so tightly you thought you might bleed. You didn't slow until you were following him, wringing every drop from his spent cock as he begged you to slow down in half-human sounds. You didn't slow until you were overstimulating yourself too, and he was straining against your arm, all but crying as his face contorted, all gritted teeth and tense muscles and red cheeks.

At last, you seated yourself fully on him and just stayed there, finally un-obstructing his airway. Dean's hands fell limply to your sides as his chest heaved, panting heavily and looking at you with a glazed expression as his cock jerked weakly inside you.

You made a quick scan of his injuries. Nothing had burst or ripped. He was catching his breath. Satisfied that he was physically okay, you smirked down at him.

"Now we're even," you told him slyly, dragging yourself off of him and laying down beside him.

"Fuck you," he croaked.

You smiled and nipped at his jaw. "Think you better just stay the night, wouldn't want you to drive like this."

Dean hesitated, then decided to take the bait. "Like what?"

"All weak and worn out," you said sympathetically. "Driving tired from a good fucking is the same as driving drunk, you know."

He let out a sharp chuckle. "I don't think that's how the saying goes."

"Really?" you asked sweetly, propping yourself on one elbow to look at him. "Could've sworn it was something like that...." You pretended to think.

"I'll stay," Dean sighed, snaking his arm around you and pulling you into his side. "If you promise we can do this again before checkout."

"I don't know," you said. "We might sleep too long. We might have to take it out to the car."

Dean shivered at the thought of fucking you in his Impala. "I guess that wouldn't be so bad."

[taiwan0618]

🎀 library pt. 3

CONCRETE KING by @bratkook

TELL ME NO LIES by @jeongi

FOREVER..(IS A LONG TIME)PT. 1 PT.2 by @eureka-its-zico

IRREVOCABLY YOURS PT. 1 by @eureka-its-zico

IN A WORLD OF BOYS HE'S A GENTLEMAN by @2hightocare

HOTTER THAN HELL by @chateautae

PAINTING THE MEADOW'S VOID by @jungblue

FINDING YOUR BF SLEEPING IN YOUR HYPERFEMININE PINK ROOM by @rrjkive

LOVEFOOL by @citrustan

WHY DIDN’Y YOU WAIT FOR ME by @jungkook97

OREOS AND ELECTROSHOCK COUPLES THERAPY by @ladyartemesia

BOW TO YOU by @flowerwrites06

BITCHIN' by @kinktae

THE BEST THING HE NEVER HAD by @rosaetae

COLD NIGHTS & BLURRED LINES by @awrkive

NIGHT CRAWLERS by @alphabetboyluvr

SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS by @citrustan

SAFE HANDS by @jungkookschin

LONELY HEARTS CLUB by @joonbird

MICROWAVE (MIS)ADVENTURES by @bymoonchild

SET ON YOU by @bymoonchild

PAINT ME NAKED by @gimmethatagustd

GET YOU THE MOON by @bymoonchild

RIGOR MORTIS by @readyplayerhobi

WHITE LIES by @noteguk

THE PROPOSAL by @hansolmates

FALL FOR YOU by @kimvtae

TWITCHY WITCHY GIRL by @sweetheartjeongguk

EXTRA CHEESE, PLEASE! by @vankoya

A HOLIDAY SNOWDOWN by @kpopfanfictrash

NEVER GO TO SLEEP ANGRY by @just4koo (check out their blog!)

CAR RIDES HOME by @foredelweiss

CASUAL by @muniimyg

CLOSE TO YOU by @muniimyg

HOLIDAYS OF BREAD AND WOOD by @cutaepatootie

I WANT YOU TO STAY by @ahundredtimesover

MISTAKEN VERY MUCH by @1uvtae

CAN'T BE WITHOUT YOU by @ahundredtimesover

UNTITLED by @namfinessed

EMPTY SPACE by @ahundredtimesover

DAYBREAK by @bbangtans

ANPANMAN by @honeymoonjin

SCATTERED STARS by @taegularities

CHANGES IN BETWEEN by @taegularities

DAY BY DAY by @hansolmates

MIRACLE OF THE SEASON by @cybrsan

PERFECT by @readyplayerhobi

OF HONEY AND CINNAMON by @ephemerlskies

RIVERS OVER STONES by @ichorai

A HERO'S JOURNEY by @hansolmates

THE LOVE PROGNOSIS by @awrkive

THE ART OF ROM-COM by @gukyi

[slashthrashandcrash]

Alright!! Let's say that the Other is pulled into the Fog, who would be the survivor counterpart to his killer? Option 1: Natalie, who he never kills and is now in an endless loop of cat and mouse with as well as other residents catching onto his obsession and only sparing her in the trials (maybe even going after killers who harm / kill her in their own trials). Option 2: Brooke, who is in a never-ending cycle of escape and be killed, and is always the target of the Other. (1 / 2)

Anon you're mind is simply so beautiful I want to live in it forever oh my god........................

First of all, can we acknowledge how absolutely bitchin' it would be to have a Hell Fest map??? Like if instead of being open in a themed field/neighborhood, it was all contained in a never ending haunted house maze????? I'd lose my mind. I would also lose my life several times because I have no sense of direction lmao.

God, both options are so good, especially with their angst potential. Because don't forget, The Other has kids, two of 'em. I can't imagine what additional damage that's going to do to his mind to know that they're abandoned and alone.

BUT LET'S START WITH OPTION ONE...I actually read a really similar fic for DBD Michael and Laurie! (inb4 anyone asks NO they were NOT siblings ofc he was just a slasher horny on main for a pretty girl). It's one of those observed patterns that people can be slow to pick up on simply because they can't believe it's real, and doubly so since there's plenty of survivors to rotate through. It's easy to use Nat as bait to lure The Other away for the survivors to escape first, just as easy as it is for The Other to use wounded survivors to lure Nat over to help so he can scoop her up himself. Yeah, he always lets her go at the exit and gets punished by The Entity for it, but he's pretty damn good in the other trails without Nat, so it all evens out.

It's also fun to imagine the downtime between trials, where Nat and The Other would have the option to leave their respective camps and roam around their designated "worlds" before the next game. Honestly, it feels like the cat and mouse never ends for Natalie, poor girl >:3c Nowhere she goes is safe from this psycho watching her. She almost prefers the trials when it's a random killer and she dies, because at least then she can appreciate the relief of being out of the hunt. But it also gives them a bit of time to become a little more...casual around each other. Nat's going to have to cycle through her stages of grief and eventually accept her new reality, where at least there's one killer that isn't looking to gut her. She's not happy still, but at least she doesn't flinch away anymore when The Other gives her his jacket because she's sulking in the cold for having lost a trial.

Option two is so fucking angst ridden though, it's unbelievable. It's not often you have more than one legit final girl, and I can imagine The Other being beyond pissed that he has to be stuck with the girl he wasn't able to kill in time rather than the girl he was actually stalking all night. I wonder if The Entity would give Brooke a similar "deal" that she has to survive a certain number of games in order to be reunited with Nat as a reward. It may be his final girl, but that's HER (literal) ride or die best friend forever, the idea of being separated and trapped with your bestie's slasher has to break her heart.

And The Other makes no show of hiding his distain of Brooke either. She's never shown any mercy, in fact he's the most ruthless with her. He'll ignore easy targets just to keep her knocked down, only hooking her at the very end so she has to suffer through her wounds the whole trial. He'll be damned if he doesn't reach the "quota" in record time to get the girl of his dreams. Obviously, the deal is likely rigged and neither of them would ever actually earn the reward of having Nat back, but imagine if somehow, someway...she did show up?

Never permanently, just periodically coming and going during some kind of glitch-in-the-matrix-slipping-through-the-backrooms type of deal due to how strongly she's connected to the two of them. Finally figuring out where her best friend has disappeared to, seeing what absolute hell she and other people are trapped in and trying to find a way to rescue her, and coming face to face once again with a murderer who will now stop at nothing to keep her here in the trails with him forever. The added threat that because she's not a survivor or a killer, if she dies, then that's it - permadeath.

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July 12th | Airkewld HQ | The Kindigit Design's Performance Package

The PRO's got a call from Dan in Utah who had just got done watching an episode of Bitchin' Rides featuring the little sister, built by Dave King and his team at Kindigit Design.

He wanted to emulate it the overall stance on his 1956 Beetle with some slight changes, which everyone over at the HQ loves! Dan is going to install a 190hp engine in it so the PRO's needed to thing PERFORMANCE with this one. Up front, the PRO's went with a Stage 1 PRObuilt Beam that has been narrowed 4 inches and also has drop spindles. We went with adjustable shocks front and rear and an OEM PRObuilt Steering System that will last for years! GEN 2 BAD Series Brakes were installed on the beam in a Wide 5 pattern along with 4 piston Wilwood calipers in grey. This thing will handle, stop and can be tuned to his liking. I love it. We opted for the PRObuilt Performance Transaxles with short axle to give the VW a deeper dish in the rear on his 17" Two-Piece Smoothies. More on those later. We went with a 4.11 ring and pinion and the overdrive 4th out of a super beetle to keep his monster motor from over revving at high speeds. Mated to the trans, we installed a GEN 2 BAD Series Disc Brakes in the rear with an ebrake caliper, we opted for no color due to not being able to see them through the wheels. But should he decide to not install the caps, them GEN 2 matching center caps are going to look epic! Back to the 2 Piece Smoothies, we went with RAL3020 (red) on the hoops and went with the machined center....drool. The PRO's wrapped them in Kumho's, 205-40's up front and 215-45's in the rear. Everything Dan needed to do this install was purchased to allow him to have an adult Lego set from the PRO's at Airkewld. If you want to do something similar to your 1949-1965 Beetle, here are some links and costs. 17" Smoothies - https://www.airkewld.com/5-Lug-Smoothie-17-Inch-Wheel-9001-p/9001.htm - $3953.72 as pictured Stage 1 PRObuilt Beam with Adjustable shocks and install kit - $3454.35 as pictured GEN 2 BAD Series Front Disc Brake Kit - $1699 as pictured Installing Brakes onto the PRObuilt Beam - $75.00 GEN 2 BAD Series Rear Disc Brake Kit - $1640.42 PRObuilt Performance Transaxle - Short Axle - $2863.33 Installing Brakes on the transaxle - $185.00 Matching rear Adjustable Shocks - $558.90 $14,000 shipped in the lower 48 states if it is picked up from a local R&L Terminal near you or $14,500 to your residence in the lower 48 states. We have great rates worldwide as well.

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Every word SnowFlame has ever said in The New Guardians and Catwoman.

The New Guardians #2

First freak who comes any closer is a dead freak. Jeezus, you people are strange! Last chance-- Turn around and take your freak show back on the road! Challenge accepted! I am SnowFlame! Every cell of my being burns with white-hot ecstasy. Cocaine is my god and I am the human instrument of its will! A blow like that would have sent any ordinary man reeling! But I am no ordinary man! I can see that-- and I intend to savor our combat to the fullest! You see before you a man on fire! A man who craves any excuse to burn brighter! Any excuse! I feel no pain, Ram, although I relish your feeble attempts to inflict it! How long do you think your silicon chips can stand up to my psycho-kinetic flames? Don't you understand yet? I burn with thought-- accelerated thought generated by my fantastically heightened mental senses! The more you fight back -- the more you fight back -- the more you fan the fires of my high -- and the stronger I become! But to my regret, I have a job to do. Places to go. People to see. As you can see, people… I never patrol… these jungles… alone. Your visit to Nueva Grenada has just been… Terminated! OPEN FIRE! Bury them-- before they start to stink! With all their personal effects intact! In my jungle, we respect the dead! OPEN FIRE! … Do you know how many bags we have to sell to the dealers, Manuel, to buy a Rolls Royce? Ten, Manuel! A paltry ten bags! MOTHER OF GOD! Where are the lookouts? Give up? Give up the ultimate exhilaration-- the divine rapture-- the euphoria of electricity that now surges through every molecule of my body? Give up? I would sooner choke on the soil from your boots, Guardians! AHHHHH! May this fire burn everlasting! Now I am a true god--! Strike them down, my children! They seek to steal your life’s blood-- they seek to destroy your God! But you will not let them-- for within all of you burns the same rage-- within all of you burns the same fire--! You don’t hide your anger very well, warrior! I thought your kind was supposed to be inscrutable! Feel the heat, silicon man? When I am finished -- there will be little left of you but a pile of melted circuits! (glugg x2) Not just yet! Fool warrior--! My fire cannot be extinguished! 

Catwoman #23

As I live and breathe-- it’s the cat herself, Selina Kyle. Your personal chauffeur is here, baby. The one, the only… SNOWFLAME. It’s been a while. What’s your damage, Selina? Not happy to see me? Got everything I need, baby: a bitchin’ ride, the threads, the tunes… And an unlimited supply of powder. Life couldn’t be better. Thanks! Wrote it myself. The key to faking your own death-- explosions. If the blast takes out enough people, no one is gonna sift through the rubble to identify body parts. I give these rats everything they need-- food, clean water, fair wages. This place was totally harsh before I showed up! And they repay me by lying. My men keep disappearing, and the workers are blaming it on some half-baked legend. They’re trying to scare us off. The kids are even dressing like cats at night, as if that’s gonna freak us out. Kisin is just another boogeyman. Everything in life can be solved with a bullet or a bump. I don't care who or what is messing with my business-- I’ll find them. Speaking of bumps, wanna get the party started before the auction? You’re not here to party, and you're not here for me… Why are you here baby? I know you, Selina, and I’ve seen that look before. You’re on the hunt… But it’s not for something at my auction. Always. But I’m not wrong. This is Isla Nevada, baby. Everyone who comes here is either running away or hoping to find something. I think you're searching. No idea. I’ve never quit long enough to find out either way. Home sweet home. Mi casa es su casa, baby. The auction is tomorrow, but tonight is all about chillin’ at the gala. And remember… You’re on my island now. You’re among friends, you can let loose. Stop pretending to be someone you’re not. Maybe that’s your problem: you’ve been a housecat for too long… You’ve forgotten what it’s like to take off your collar and let your claws out. Ladies and gentlemen: welcome to the first annual, invite only, totally exclusive SnowFlame auction! Tomorrow night we’ll have some gnarly items up for grabs… Like the talisman of Arok the Magnificent! Even if you don’t want to claim the throne of Gorilla City for yourself, this will look so rad on your coffee table. We have a vial of water from the Lazarus Pit, the famous codpiece cannon, a decoy White Lantern ring.. And the item you’ve all been waiting for… The List. Compiled by the world’s greatest crime-fighters, this list has every shred of intel they’ve collected on… Well, people like you. The bid starts tomorrow at-- Not now. Um, sorry guys, I gotta step out. Interrupt me at my own party. This better be legit.

Catwoman #24

You don’t look happy, baby-- Why you trippin’? I thought you were all about the ice? So what? Armand, what the in the blue hell happened to my lights?! Yes, I can see that-- I need to know why the power went out! Get on your radio and find out where Hughes and Campbell are-- they’re supposed to be guarding the generator! Sanchez, behind you! Don’t bounce yet, guys! Come back! We have some gnarly items up for grabs! Come on, the codpiece cannon is still available! Ross, seal the gates-- and find out who’s guarding my office! Dammit, Selina. Send a crew up there now! I’ll try to talk some sense into Catwoman. What is she doing to me?! Storming my compound, killing my men?! What do you mean she escaped?! She’s a woman with a whip and a catsuit-- you have machine guns! Damn it, she has my list-- I know it! We’re running on backup power, and soon all my emergency lighting and my laser grid will go down. Find out where that panther disappeared to and put a bullet through it-- I’ll handle Catwoman! A woman with a whip is kicking an entire security team’s ass… Disarming her can’t be that hard! You come into my house, destroy my business… You’ve crossed the line, Selina. You’re forcing my hand. This is going to hurt you a lot more than it hurts me. You might wanna stand back a little, because… You’re about to feel the heat of SNOWFLAME! I hope this isn’t all you’ve got, because these cheesy old tricks aren’t going to cut it.  You’re looking a little sluggish, baby. I think you’ve lost a step. Here, let me get closer and give you a little pick-me-up. Euphoric? I tend to have that effect on the ladies. This is adorable. You’re gonna sniff that nasty green dust the jungle rats cooked up to come down off your high? Nice try with the antidote. Killing my buzz doesn’t drain my power. I can still dish it out, and I can still take a-- My nose! I was taking it easy on you, but now I’m going to crush your- GHAAAAH! How did… What was that spear coated with?! D-don’t kill me, Selina! This isn’t you! Wait… come back, baby! I can change! Give me another chance! Don’t leave me here with-- 1269 words, 6900 characters.

[adultswim2021]

Delocated #7: “Sick of It!” | March 30, 2009 - 12:15AM | S01E07

The season finale that luckily didn’t turn out to be a series finale. In this episode, Jon is at the park to get custody of David, which is one of Jon’s favorite things to do. David is dropped off by Susan’s bodyguard/boyfriend. David is also wearing a motorcycle helmet. David’s insistence on wearing the helmet around is due to his bodyguard’s influence; he owns a motorcycle and apparently made an off-handed joke about leading your day-to-day life in a helmet that David took a little too much to heart. Jon orders the production to halt so he can father his child privately, and not on camera. When they refuse, Jon flips out. He eventually grabs one of the cameras and takes off with it. 

After shaking the show and his family, Jon films himself from the confines of a bush. Eventually he lures a fella named Mark played by Michael Shannon, an actor whose name I knew, but I can’t for the life of me ever recall seeing him in a motion picture. I’ve literally had multiple conversations with people who mentioned his name in some context and I just nodded as if I knew who they were talking about. So that’s who that guy is! He’s great in this! I think I like this guy!

So Mark, played by Michael Shannon from Delocated S01E07, decides to be friends with Jon after Jon beckons him to be in the bush with him. Eventually they hatch a scheme to exchange lives. Mark and Jon exchange clothes (NOTE: the DVD contains the entire take of them changing clothes, but it's sped-up, so you can see exactly how laborious it was to film), and then Mark exits the bush when Jon’s loved ones all come out looking for him. This is the moment the Mirminskis strike, shooting and killing Mark (dressed as Jon). 

The episode ends with Jon doing a Tom Sawyer to his own funeral, walking in with the video camera during Susan’s eulogy for him. He shoves the camera in people’s faces and taunts them. He retrieves his ski mask (his face is pixelated out in the actual show) and very nobily oversees a funeral for his once-friend. 

This is probably my favorite episode of the season. It relies on the simple premise that Jon is enamored with the idea of being bros with people. The concept of friendship is extremely important to him, because he probably finds himself in need of allies on a constant basis due to his terrible behavior. It’s like a numbers game for him. So he and Mark bond very quickly. Their scenes together are wonderful.

The bit at the end where Jon eulogizes his friend and decides to throw a proper funeral for him using the handful of things he knew about him to give it personal flare (pall bearers on roller blades and the presence of his candy apple red dodge durango) is so fun. The part where Jon rehashes all of his Mark facts to the people attending his own funeral is wonderful.

At the end of the episode, Jon drives away in Mark’s bitchin’ ride, and his bodyguard bolts for him, making it seem like Jon has now successfully fled the program. Will he be back for a second season?? Will it be expanded from 11 minutes to 22?? My friend! Time will tell my friend. 

MAIL BAG

It is mail bag my friend. I love you:

Why did you put a picture of Doc Hammer and Jackson Publick above your writeup of some dumb british show I never heard about?

(Joe Biden voice) C'mon man...

Using my napkin math I saw you took 5 tasty tuesdays last month. It was the holidays so sure it's okay to take one more tasty tuesday than usual. However, you have already taken 2 tasty tuesdays in january and we are all 6 days in. And I fear you may take one tonight.

Sometimes I think I need brain medicine (probably, actually) because I lack focus, and part of that includes me losing patience with the concept of burdening myself with a nightly mandate to post. But then I realize that by skipping days and simply not caring makes me one of the only people living on Earth who truly knows freedom. Stay safe, and happy January 6th, my friend.

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[Hymn of Serata on the Requiem Night] Chapter 2

Rustica: The view is splendid and the scenery is breathtaking; it’s a shame that there’s no liveliness from the people to be found.

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Location: Remote Central Village

Time: Morning

Akira: We’ve arrived…! That was quite the flight.

I fix my hair, which was disheveled from the wind, while surveying the surrounding area.

A serene hilly landscape stretches around. Beneath the boundless blue sky, houses can be seen scattering the spaces between the hills.

Faust: It was a longer trip than I anticipated, but this place sure has a pleasant atmosphere. Both the roads and the houses are beautifully maintained.

Akira: I agree…. Faust, thank you for accompanying me. Having you here is really reassuring.

Faust: It’s nothing. I didn’t expect Oz to mention me, but refusing would be more troublesome for me.

Moreover, if the anomaly possesses a cursed nature of sorts, it’s certainly within my expertise. It would be best to begin investigating while I’m in the mood for it.

Akira: Of course! Lennox, thanks for giving us a ride too!

Lennox: You’re welcome. We’ve gone quite the long distance, do you feel unwell at all?

Akira: Not at all, it was really comfortable. Lennox’s broom feels very stable.

Lennox: Haha, that’s good to hear.

Lennox, who’s carrying his large broom in hand, has also heard about the village investigation. Upon me asking Faust for help, he offered to accompany us.

Akira: And you too, Bradley. Thank you for coming along with us.

Yesterday, I was pretty surprised to hear that you would be joining us….

Bradley: Hmph. It’s all that damn miserable curseworker’s fault. He tricked me into this.

He did some sneaky shit with the twins. They were followin’ me around from dawn to dusk, bitchin’ at me about how I ‘ave to go help with a request.

Faust: I merely consulted with Snow and White for advice. It was a necessary precaution in the event that things may turn dangerous.

If we could have your support, it’d be a great help. But rest assured, I’m not trying to deceive anyone here, so there’s no reason for you to call me “miserable” like that. I’d like an apology.

Bradley: Whatever. The great Bradley-sama has already gone out of his way to tag along. If anything, it should be me yer apologizin’ to, so I don’t wanna hear it.

Faust: My role is to report back. The twins will be the one handling the decision-making.

Arthur: Kenja-sama!

Then, the wizards who went looking for water returned. Rutile offers a water bottle and pops open the lid for me.

Rutile: Here you go, there’s a well at the end of the clearing, so we brought back some water from there.

Akira: Thank you. Was the clearing empty as well?

Cain: Yeah. As expected, it seems that people are wary of the anomalies and decide to stay indoors.

Rustica: The view is splendid and the scenery is breathtaking; it’s a shame that there’s no liveliness from the people to be found.

I heard that the strange phenomena appears at night, but to be so afraid even during daytime like this… How unfortunate.

Riquet: Yes. We need to quickly offer our support and guide the hearts of those who are deeply distressed by this unsettling phenomenon.

Lennox: That’s right. We should talk to the residents first while it’s still bright outside. Bradley, let’s go.

Bradley: Why me? Hey, sensei; time for you to take the lead.

Faust: Oi, don’t pull! Hah, seriously….

Cain: Haha. Faust, your hair got a bit messed up there.

Riquet: Come on, no more stalling. Let’s go visit the home of the person who requested help.

If I recall, it was the one with a red roof… Ah, it’s that one over there.

Bradley: Ooh, look who’s full of energy. Don’t run, fall, ‘nd cry, alright?

Riquet: I won’t run, and I won’t fall either. Don’t treat me like a child.

Rutile: Even so, it sure is quiet, isn’t it? Even though they’re all staying indoors, it would’ve been nice to feel more of a human presence…

Akira: Surely, that report can’t be true, that everyone was dragged into the darkness afterwards…. That’s not possible, is it?

Arthur: No… It appears that there’s likely no need for us to be concerned about that. Look.

In the direction that Arthur’s finger points at, a thin stream of smoke can be seen rising towards the sky.

Akira: That’s a relief…! The villagers really seem to be staying indoors. Plus, I can smell a pleasant aroma as well.

Lennox: It looks like smoke from cooking. They appear to have the energy to eat, so we can be at ease for the moment.

Rustica: This aroma, is it stew? It’s Arthur-sama’s favorite, isn’t it?

Arthur: Yeah, what a strange coincidence. Last night, at the Wizard Manor, Oz-sama and Nero prepared stew.

Bradley: That eastern cook and Oz as a pair…?

Riquet: Oz is more like a taste-tester. I also helped out with the taste testing.

Rutile: Seems like you two discovered a new flavor while we were attending that wedding in the Southern Country the other day. [1]

Riquet: It’s a little salty, but when you spread it on bread and eat it, it’s really delicious! Soft and fluffy bread pairs wonderfully with it….

Faust: ……Are you guys that hungry?

It doesn’t seem like a situation where we’ll be offered a meal, but regardless, we should open this door first.

Riquet: You’re right…. Ahem. Well then, may I call out to the people inside?

Faust: …No, I’ll handle this.

Man's Voice: …..Who is it?

A few moments after knocking; a low, quizzical voice came through the door.

Akira: (…..His voice is trembling.)

Even though we cannot see the owner of the voice, we can feel his frightened presence.

Faust turns to the door, which is still closed, and calls out indifferently.

Faust: We are the Sage’s Wizards.

I believe you have sent a request to the Wizard Manor regarding the anomalies that have been occurring in the village. In response, we have come to investigate.

Man's Voice: Investigate…..

After a moment of contemplation, the door opens hesitantly.

A middle-aged man with brown hair appears. His family can be seen behind him, each of them wearing an expression of nervousness and anticipation in their eyes.

Brown Haired Man: You guys are the Sage’s Wizards….. In that case, how do you plan to deal with that….?

Faust: By “that”, do you mean what you mentioned in the request? The white thing that roams during midnight….

Bradley: “This” ‘nd “that”, just say it already. Yer talkin’ ‘bout the hands that creep ‘round in the middle of the night, aren’t ya.

Brown Haired Man: Eek! P-Please don’t talk about it so loudly!

Curly Haired Old Woman: That’s right…..! If you talk about it, it might come for you……!

Riquet: Doesn’t the anomaly only appear at night? It’s still not even noon right now.

Rustica: Please, do not be so afraid. We are here for that very purpose.

Brown Haired Man: E-Even if you say so… That scene is something I can’t simply forget. Every now and then, I feel like it’s slowly creeping up behind me….

Akira: (The mere mention of the topic is enough for them to act so scared… We’ll need to put their minds at rest, first.)

Please, rest assured. We’ll find out what’s going on and get to the bottom of this.

Cain: Yeah. It must’ve been frightening with so many unknown things going on, but from this point forward, we will conduct a thorough investigation.

Arthur: In order to keep this enchanting village a soothing place for everyone; we will put forth our utmost effort.

Convinced by the friendly and dependable wizards, the man’s tension slowly loosened. As proof of that, the door in front of us opens wider.

Brown Haired Man: ……It is we who should be thanking you. I’ve heard rumors that requests to resolve anomalies are pouring in from all around the world.

Even though I sent the request letter, there was no certainty that you all would come to this remote area. As I think about that, I feel so uneasy…

It seems that everyone was hiding inside their homes, observing us quietly. Before long, people begin to gather in small groups.

Curly Haired Old Woman: Oh, truly, the wise Sage’s Wizards have come! How fortunate we are…

Woman in an Apron: Are you also a wizard too? You look like such a remarkable individual, like a distinguished mercenary.

Lennox: Haha. It’s true that I'm better at fighting with my bare hands, but I'm a wizard too.

And, I’m a shepherd too. Look. [2]

Girl with Freckles: Wah, a small sheep! So cute…..!

Old Man with a Crooked Back: Oh dear, it’s really kind of you to come all the way to this remote village.

Girl with Freckles: Surely, it’s because Prince Arthur is so kind. He must’ve requested the wizards to come and rescue my home from this dire crisis.

Isn’t that right, Mother?

Girl's Mother: That’s right. Prince Arthur loves everyone in the Central Country.

Girl with Freckles: Oh, if only I could thank the Prince in person.

Cain and Riquet, who heard the villagers talking, whisper to Arthur in hushed tones.

Cain: Hear that, Prince Arthur?

Riquet: Somehow, it’s a bit frustrating, isn’t it? Arthur-sama is right here.

Arthur, beaming from hearing the whispers, gently bends down to meet the freckled girl's eyes.

Arthur: I will definitely let Prince Arthur know how thankful you are. I’m certain the Prince will be delighted.

Girl with Freckles: Ahh, I’m glad…! Please pass my thanks on, Wizard-san.

Boy wearing Shorts: Hey, hey; are you guys really real wizards? Show us some magic!

Rutile: Of course we are! « Ortonik • Setomaouge »

As Rutile’s gentle voice echoes and the wind blows, the colorful flowers form a circle around the children.

Rustica: We can also do this sort of thing. « Amoresuto • Viesse »

With a gentle poof, the flowers change into cute little birds and flit around the children.

Girl with Freckles: So cool, so cool! So this is real magic….!

Boy wearing Shorts: Hey, big bro, can you show us something too?

Bradley: Hah? Who do ya think yer messin’ with? Magic ain’t just for tricks. Don’t take a wizard lightly, lad.

Mustached Man: Haha. I’ll be able to brag to the neighbors that I met the Sage’s Wizards after this.

Akira: (What a relief….. The people in the village look much happier now compared to earlier.)

Faust: ……Even if it’s a remote village, it still harbors the spirit of the Central Country.

Lennox: Yes. It seems that what Faust-sama was worried about has been avoided for the time being.

Faust: Yeah. In remote areas, there are often strong prejudices against wizards.

Faust: Even so, the given situation is already riddled with uncertainties. There’s no telling what might happen…. But it seems I worried needlessly.

this is a cute call back to the recent june bride event!

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bitchin’ rides: the sequel | jjk

pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x female!reader

genre: racer!au, smut, angst (kinda), jealousy, fluff

warnings: another wild ride (lol get it?), racing, dangerous driving, street racing, jealous, sex, angry sex, choking, face slapping, blood choking (he’s like really jealous lol), unprotected sex (stay safe), creampies (yes multiple), cockwarming, creaming, cum eating (sigh), cum play (lol), cum drinking (yes, again), spanking, hair pulling, oral (remale and male receiving), bondage, overstimulation, forced/multiple orgasms, dirty talk. 

summary: you and Jungkook have known each other for 8 months, and have been dating for 6 1/2 months. he’s still racing and you’re still in college, close to earning your associate’s degree. problems arise, however, when his racer buddies show up at your front door; his jealousy.

Turning over and yawning, you wince slightly at the annoying alarm going off on your boyfriend’s cellphone, causing you to groan, pressing snooze. Noticing Jungkook is still sound asleep, you untangle his arm from around your waist, rolling out of the bed, yawning and then stretching. Slipping into his, quite large, white t-shirt, you head downstairs to cook breakfast for the both of you. 

Flipping the pancake in the pan, you exhale as you feel a pair of cool hands lift up your (his) shirt and begin to leave a trail of goosebumps as they travel up your thighs and to your hips, exposing your upper thighs and lower belly. You feel his lips press against the quickly heating skin of your neck. He begins sucking over a bruise he placed there last night, darkening it. You begin to feel yourself getting slick, your panties sticking to your center uncomfortably. You whine when he squeezes your hips. “Jungkook, what about breakfast”, you huff out. He presses his erection into your ass, smirking against your skin, “I want you for breakfast, baby”.

He flips you around turning the stove off and lifting you onto the counter. Dropping the spatula, you open your legs and he steps between them, placing kisses against your temple. Wrapping your bare thighs around his waist, you kiss up his jawline, sucking your own version of dark marks into his unblemished skin. A breathless chuckle leaves his lips at the whimper that graces his skin, forced out of your mouth at his unexpected fingers plucking at your nipples. “You’re so beautiful”, he murmurs, twisting your hardened buds in his gentle yet firm grip. You whine, enjoying how easily he can draw this submissive side out of you. You just loved how he could get you there so quickly.

A knock at the front door causes him to halt, your eyes fluttering open in confusion; you didn’t hear a thing. Of course, until a deep male voice called out, “Jeon”, and your boyfriend let out a slightly irritated sigh, lifting his head from the crevice in your neck. His jaw ticks as he finally catches your gaze, “Go get dressed”, and to avoid your upcoming protests, he places four quick pecks to your lips. He attempts to pull away, but you whine, tightening your thighs around his waist, “Daddy”, and he sighs, already beginning to feel his cock stiffening, “Baby, please don’t do this right now”, and they knock again. You stare, pouting for a moment, before ultimately releasing his waist. He flashes his bunny teeth at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Thank you, cheonsa”, he whispers against your skin before rushing off to answer the door, and as he does, you hop off the counter and head upstairs to get dressed in something a bit more appropriate.

Changing in the bedroom, you hear your front door open and soft voices from behind the closed door. Doing the basics, you hurry to finish getting dressed before you’re exiting the shared bedroom and out to the living room, six different men standing around and Jungkook in the middle. 

You stand in the doorway for a while longer before Jungkook turns his head and sends you a soft smile, motioning you over to come sit on his lap. Doing so, he wraps his arm around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder, half interested in what his ‘friends’ are saying. Half of his attention is on you, his lips rubbing against the shell of your ear before he ultimately turns his attention back to the men speaking. 

It seems like you’ve caught the end of the conversation, however, because by the time you actually tune into listening, they seem like they’re waiting for your boyfriend’s response. 

Clearing his throat, Jungkook speaks up, “Well, if they want a race, then we’ll give them one. What’s their bet”, he hums, his hand dropping down to your lower back. They all send each other a look before the leader of the group seems to let out a heavy sigh, sending a glance your way. 

“Well, if you lose, they want Y/n..”, he mutters, trying to gauge how violent Jungkook’s reaction would be. Surprisingly, he stays silent, but what gives him away is the grip at your lower waist, tightening and making you shift in his lap. “You don’t have to take up the bet, of course, but Jungkook you’re our best racer and we need this territory. You’ve never lost a race, this time wouldn’t be any different, just what’s at stake.”

The guy has a point and instead of being afraid, you turn to Jungkook and grab his arm, squeezing it before kissing the bridge of his nose and he looks at you. “They have a point”, you start, your voice soothing the fire in his eyes, “We both know you wouldn’t lose me. Just do it”, and his eyes widen. He looks at you for a few seconds before nodding, his eyes darting back to his friends.

“Fine, when’s the race?”

“Tonight.”

Pulling up to the starting line, you rest your hand on Jungkook’s thigh, feeling the way his muscles tense in anxiety. Tracing a pattern on his jeans, you look up at him and find his eyes staring straight at you, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. “You don’t need to do this”, he murmurs under his breath, his hand dropping to squeeze yours.

“I know, but I want to. I believe in you, baby”, you whisper, leaning across the arm rest to kiss his lips, “You won’t let them win”, you murmur against his plush skin. Jungkook kisses you back with fervor, his hand coming to cup the back of your neck possessively. 

Climbing out of the car, you watch as Jungkook makes his way over to his crew, waving at them while he leaves you resting against the hood of his car. Your eyes follow him before your friend Natasha steps into view, throwing her arms around you in a tight hug. “Y/n! I’ve missed you”, she mumbles into your shoulder, rubbing your back before pulling away and smiling at you. 

“Hey Natts, what’re you doing here”, you ask her, scooting over to make room against the car. She leans back with you and eyes her own lover, Taehyung. “Came to support Tae, you know we’ve been dating now”, she chuckles. You laugh, rolling your eyes, “No shit? Really”, you sarcastically remark before giggling along with your friend. 

Suddenly, though, Nat stops laughing before arching her eyebrow. “What the fuck is she doing”, she mutters, nodding her head towards the guys. Looking over, you catch Jungkook’s ex girlfriend Carly, her hands wrapped around her bicep as she laughs at something that no one else found funny. Jungkook seems uneasy but nevertheless, laughs along with her. 

A fire of jealousy burns in your belly as you push off from the car, making your way around dancing bodies until you’re standing behind Carly. Clearing your throat, she turns around and immediately stops grinning. Jungkook does the same, shrugging her hands off and fixing his eyes on your face, trying to figure out your reaction. You do nothing but step around her and tuck yourself into Jungkook’s side, his hand coming to securely wrap around your waist. 

“Hey there, Carrie”, you mutter, purposely fucking up her name, “How’ve you been?”. She rolls her eyes before crossing her arms, “It’s Carly-”, you cut her off. “I don’t fucking care. Keep your hands to yourself, or I’ll break them off”, you hiss, and Jungkook whips his head down to look at you, his eyes widened slightly. 

She huffs before stomping off, her flimsy skirt swaying behind her. Jungkook turns to you before biting his lip, “Someone’s a bit jealous, aren’t they”, he chuckles, pulling you closer by your hips. You chuckle before twisting out his grip, “Yeah, whatever”, and sulk back over to your bestfriend. Jungkook watches with a smirk on his face, shaking his head before turning to finish going over the plan with his crew. 

Once you’re in front of your bestfriend, you’re about to inform her about what happened but someone’s hands wrap around your waist instead, and you have the split thought it’s your boyfriend. But a different voice proves you wrong.

Jungkook should’ve been paying more attention to you, especially considering how you were dressed. That thought hits him when his eyes find you struggling to get one of his racing opponents off you.

What the fuck?

You don’t know what you expected Jungkook to do once he saw the guy harassing you, but you knew it probably wasn’t going to be gentle. What you didn’t expect was for Jungkook to snatch him off you and deliver a firm punch to the guy’s mouth. He swears at the undoubtedly hard hit, blood pooling in his mouth as he speaks, “What the fuck was that for, Jeon”, and Jungkook’s jaw ticks, anger swimming in his eyes. “Keep your hands off my girl”, he all but growls. 

Grabbing your elbow, he pulls you away from the crowd and back towards the starting line. Walking up to the passenger side of his car, he opens the door and nudges you toward it, “Get in the car, Y/n”, and before you reply, he presses his lips to yours hard, his eyes open and staring into your own; there was a burning jealousy in his gaze, mixed with anger, love and adoration all at once. Guilt consumes you and you obediently slide into the seat once he breaks the kiss, the door slamming shut behind you. 

A few minutes later, he’s sitting next to you on the driver’s side, checking his car and testing god knows what without even sparing you a glance. You decide to use the uncomfortable silence as a chance to actually speak up, “Jungkook, I can explain-”, and his head whips to look at you. “Stop talking, Y/n”, and your mouth shuts instantly. “I don’t feel like talking about the fact I can’t trust my girlfriend alone”, he mutters carelessly as if that one sentence didn’t just cause your heart to stutter in your chest. Jungkook could be cruel when he was upset, but it still didn’t stop the gasp that left your lips and his head turned to actually look at you. The obvious hurt on your face and the tears pooling in your eyes caused his mouth to open, but before he could speak, knuckles knock at the driver side window.

Turning your head as tears fall down your cheeks, you listen as your face reflects on the window. “Are you ready”, the referee asks, and Jungkook sighs before nodding, rolling his window back up and starting his engine. He looks over at you and rubs your thigh, sighing quietly before leaning over to kiss your cheek; an apology. “Baby, put your seat belt on.”

A few minutes pass and the referee is counting down. Nervousness pools in your gut, but you notice Jungkook is calm so you try to relax and give off good vibes to keep the atmosphere steady. The last thing you need is for Jungkook to lose because of your nerves. Nodding at the ref, Jungkook revs his engine and the opponent revs back. You watch the racers standing at the edges to cheer for your boyfriend. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as the referee drops the flag and Jungkook’s foot slams down on the gas pedal, the car racing forward. 

Jungkook’s knuckles turn white with the strength of his grip on the steering wheel, his other hand shifting to grip the gear stick. Coming up on a turn, Jungkook doesn’t hit the corner fast enough, his opponent jumping the curb and snatching that small width of space and pulling ahead. You hear your boyfriend swear, his jaw tight with irritation at the action. You grab his hand on the gear stick, squeezing it reassuringly. His head snaps to you, forgetting you were there, and then his gaze drops to your hand and back to the road. He needed more.

In a short burst of courage, you let his hand go and scoff, “Cmon Kook, are you really about to let this fucker win”, you ask rhetorically, “Maybe it’s for the best. Maybe he’ll actually please me”, you snap, wanting to give life to the possessiveness living inside him. Lucky for you both, it works, the idea of losing you getting under his skin. Just as the finish line is approaching, Jungkook turns on his nitro boost and his car jets past the other, crossing the finish line first. 

He yanks the steering wheel, halting the car and getting out, the opponent pulling past and stopping as well. Watching, you see Jungkook shake his hand, his eyes still dark. You also watch as his crew member and friend, Jimin, approaches him and asks your boyfriend what time he’s coming to the victory party. But to your surprise,Jungkook shakes his head and heads back towards you and the car. Opening his car door, he slides in next to you, closing the door and pulling out his phone. You watch as he orders something and then slips it back into his pocket, starting the engine and heading in the opposite direction. 

“Kook, why aren’t you going to your victory party-”, but he shushes you, stopping at a red light. He peeks over at you before tilting his head, “I’ll be too busy teaching my girl how to watch her mouth”.

Stopping in front of your apartment complex, Jungkook parks at the curb and tells you to get out as he does the same, locking the doors. Before you can begin walking to the door, Jungkook scoops you up into his arms, throwing your smaller body over his shoulder. You yelp as he delivers a firm spank to your ass, no doubt leaving a mark. Chuckling darkly, he opens your front door and sets you down on your feet, a smirk on his face.

Before you even get the chance to speak, Jungkook’s hand comes up and grasps your throat tightly, cutting off a sliver of oxygen. You don’t fight back, letting him back you up against the door and pressing you to it. His eyes glow with lust and that familiar fire; jealousy. He gives you a sinister smile, squeezing to the point where your mouth drops open in a gasp, drool pooling on your tongue. Jungkook takes the chance to spit into your mouth, gripping your jaw with his other hand and forcing it closed. “Swallow”, he growls. You do. 

Your eyes close when he begins to lean forward, instead of pressing a kiss to your lips, he sucks your bottom flesh between his teeth, gnawing at the soft, plush lip and enjoying the whimper that creeps up your throat. He swallows it down, his hand tightening around your throat more. Your eyes begin to roll and you stomp your foot, the lack of oxygen causing your head to swim in arousal and adrenaline. 

He latches his lips over yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth, stepping forward to press his body against yours. In a fit of brattiness, you playfully nip at his tongue causing him to grunt in irritation. He pulls away, slapping your cheek slightly and you let out a whine. To shut you up, Jungkook drops his hands from your figure, instead reaching down to remove his belt. You know what’s coming next, instinctively holding out your wrists. 

The corners of his mouth lift up into an approving grin, beginning to wrap the belt around your wrists, effectively tying you up. Looking into his eyes, you see that gentleness fade, his gaze now holding the darkness it did before. 

Excited, he pushes you down by your shoulder to your knees, looking down at you expectantly. Without breaking eye contact, he continues to unbuckle his jeans, pulling them down his thighs and his dark boxers following. You notice he’s wearing the boxers you bought him, and your heart flutters at the small thought of it. He sees the smile spreading in your eyes and chuckles, that dominant side faltering slightly as his hand drops to your cheek, stroking the heated skin.

Just as quickly as it appeared, you cause it to wither, “Now show me how to watch my mouth, Sir”, and that dark look is back, a snarl gracing his lips. “I plan to, now open up, slut”.

Obediently opening your mouth, your gaze drops to his awaiting cock, the sight causing a breath to stutter in your lungs before you inhale sharply. You could never get over his size; the sheer length and thickness of him caused your mouth to water. Sticking your tongue out, Jungkook watched as drool dripped off the tip of it. He grips the heavy weight of his cock, rubbing his tip against your tongue, the salty precum causing your saliva glands to produce more at the tangy taste.

Deciding to bypass all the bullshit, you envelope his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue over his slit. The action gives you the exact reaction you want. He moans loudly, his head tossing back, “Fuck, darling”, it comes out as a broken whine which soaks your panties further. Jungkook loses his patience, pushing his hips forward and causing you to gag. He grabs your head, thrusting shallowly into the back of your throat, hitting it and causing tears to fall down your cheeks and onto his fingers. 

Jungkook’s head is tossed back when you look up at him through your eyelashes, his throat bobbing in pleasure. He swears, the next time he thrusts his hips, you lift your head and instead of him hitting the back of your throat, he goes down it. 

You swallow around him and he whines, “Shit, baby, do that again”, he moans, cupping your cheek. You obey, swallowing around his cock and he fists your hair, cumming down your throat. Swallowing gulps of it down, he pulls out of your mouth once you’ve finished, his cock still very much hard. 

He pulls you up, turning you around and walking you toward the dining room table, his lips pressing into the heated skin of your neck, sucking dark marks into the unblemished skin. Your cheeks darken, heating up at the gush of wetness that rushes out of your cunt, your knees trembling when he grips your ass.

Bending you over the dining table, he reaches around the front of your hips, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down, leaving your soaked panties to stick to your cunt. He drops down to his knees, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. You let out a yelp when you feel his teeth sink into the curve of your ass cheek, your back arching. One hand crawls up and presses into the dip in your spine, holding you to the table.

His lips work their way up to the covered cunt in front of him, panties soaked with wetness. He buries his nose into your cunt, inhaling before kissing your labia, ghosting his lips down over your clit. You stomp your foot, and Jungkook slaps your ass in warning. “Behave”, he growls out, yet you whine in protest.

Listening to your pleas, finally, Jungkook pulls your panties to the side, sticking his tongue out to prod at your leaking entrance. You moan out his name, your forehead dropping against the polished wood of your dining room table. In a new burst of motivation, he latches his soft lips over your flit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. Bringing his hand up, his index finger pokes at your entrance, pushing in and settling against your tight, warm walls. The teasing lasts a minute before he takes pity and adds a second finger, pulling them both out until your glistening juices are sticking to his fingertips, a few lines connecting him to you. He only finds this more attractive, a gush of precum dripping out of his tip and running down his length. 

Still eye level with your cunt, he unlaces your shoes, lifting your body with one arm and uses his unoccupied hand to pull them off. Once he’s tossed them to the side, he pulls your bottoms and underwear off, sliding them off and nudging them to the side. 

He stands, still palming your bent over ass, and he aims the fat head of his cock to your quivering hole, the veins in his arms straining against his skin as he eases into you. You whine as you feel the thick head of him stretch you open, the feeling of your quivering wet walls causing him to push forward abruptly. You whimper once he’s buried to the hilt inside of you, your eyes watering as drool pools in your mouth. 

Jungkook holds his bearing, feeling his balls tighten, he sighs when he cums inside of you, his hot cum splashing against your walls. However, he doesn’t pull out, instead he holds himself steady, rearing his hips back before slamming into you again, his balls pressing against your slit and getting drenched along with the rest of him.

Your cries are loud, almost positive that the neighbors can hear you getting your back blown out. He must be thinking the same because he grunts before stuffing two of his fingers into your mouth, his knuckles already glistening with your spit. “Mm I’m sure the neighbors can hear me fucking you brainless, hm”, and you moan, tears staining your cheeks.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up so your throat is visible, eyes staring straight into his, “Say my name, bitch, let them know who’s fucking this perfect cunt”, he growls. His thrusts grow more animalistic as your cries echo off the walls. “Jungkook”, you say breathlessly. He slaps your ass, “Louder, baby. I can’t fucking hear you”, he snarls, and his hand drops down to toy at your clit, forcing your eyes back into your skull. “Jungkook!”, you cry, drool leaking down your chin and neck.

Dropping his hand down to wrap around your neck, he pulls you up, your back flush against his bare chest. Bending over to mold himself to you, his teeth grazing your ear as he whispers into your ear, “Gonna cum baby? Hm? Gonna cream on my fat cock”, and the deep growl of his voice causes you to lose it, the hand wrapped around your throat intensifying your orgasm all the more. He follows not too far behind, emptying inside you for the second time, making a mess of the floors once he pulls out. 

After you both clean yourselves and the dining room up, you’re lounging on the couch in your boyfriend’s arms, watching another Marvel movie. After a while, Jungkook turns to you and grabs your hand, locking your gaze. 

“Y/n, do you want to race?”

[bbbrats]

can y’all like... hype this up? it’s a PART TWO

bitchin’ rides: the sequel

pairing: racer boyfriend!jungkook x female!reader

genre: racer!au, smut, angst, jealousy, fluff

warnings: another wild ride, racing, dangerous driving, street racing, jealous sex, angry sex, choking, face slapping, blood choking (he’s like really jealous lmao), unprotected sex (sleeve before you sheathe), creampies (multiple sigh), cock warming, creaming, cum eating (sigh), cum play (lol whoops), cum drinking (yikes miya wtf), spanking, hair pulling, oral (make and female), bondage, overstimulation, forced/multiple orgasms, dirty y’all ( a LOT sis)

summary: you and jungkook have been together for 8 months. he’s still racing and you’re still in college. close to earning your associates degree. problems arise, however, when his racers pop up at your front door.

sneakpeak: “Y/n, do you want to race?”

[sleepy-moron]

Totally definitely 1000% accurate volume 2 leaks. I know these things happen because I live inside of Netflix's server room and have seen them with all 34 of my physical eyes and all 71 of my spiritual eyes:

This is in no particular order

- Vecna is defeated via Uno reverse card and it is revealed his greatest secret is his phobia of eggplants which is why Noah described the season with that emoji

- El calls Henry a little bitch and then puts on some sick aviators and then gets to slap Brenner because she deserves it

- Will actually is the one summoning the tender emotional music and he uses it as sonar so he can see all five dimensions of the upside down. Will's painting is unrelated to the upside down plot but Mike does get to see it and cried because of how much he loves it.

- Mike gets vecna'd and is put into gay baby jail which is just a little terrarium surrounded by the homophobic dog meme and with a chorus of menacing voices chanting "Mike Wheeler I know what you are"

- Lucas gets vecna'd and his vision is being the only person on the basketball team to not know the choreography to a flash mob they spontaneously decide to do. This is set to time warp from Rocky horror picture show

- The sheer power of Kate Bush allows Max to 1v1 a demogorgon..... it's cool as hell

- Dustin gives Eddie a pep talk so good it causes bardic inspiration to work in the real world and Eddie gets advantage on his next skill check

- Eddie proceeds to shred such a sick guitar solo that all of the demobats spontaneously combust

- Argyle turns into Michelangelo from the teenage mutant Ninja turtles

- Johnathan gets Mike and Will to confess their feelings for each other and the raw gay power that this unleashes opens a portal so the Russia gang can get back to Hawkins

- Steve manages to beat up vecna's stupid clock with his bat..... saving everybody else from being vecna'd

- Erica gets to dive the pizza van and does a Tokyo drift montage while highway to hell plays in the background

- Robin gives Nancy a piggyback ride while Nancy dual wields guns like Laura Croft and the sapphic vibes are so intimidating the Russians immediately surrender Hopper through the portal

- Nancy finds out Robin likes girls and her response is "bitch me too the fuck?"

- Hopper finally gets to ask Joyce out on another date and now he has a bitchin sword and his daughter back....life is good

- The mind flayer attempts to possess Joyce as a way to get to Will but her sheer pflag mom clout renders her immune

- Murray calls everyone oblivious and then leaves to go make some risotto

And for the cliffhanger: Karen says she's divorcing Ted and then we cut to black

[devilsskettle]

today was so good honestly. 1) orientation for my bitchin new job that i’m getting paid for, 2) hair and eyeliner looked great all day, 3) getting my mom to drink with me and making her listen to lady gaga and my lit theory rant and collaging with her, 4) basically finished 3 collages i just have to glue everything down and put the finishing touches on but i think they’ll be really good!! 5) writing class tomorrow and collage group (with my mom) the next day, 6) the promise of going to target which means i’m getting some swim trunks and perhaps some free shit with my five finger discount, 7) the promise of seeing my sister and going to the beach soon, 8) i remembered to take my meds, 9) i don’t have covid anymore, 10) i’ll probably actually get to go to therapy for the first time in a month on monday which tbh isn’t that helpful but i have a captive audience at least and i love to complain. things feel not bad!! and 11) it rained last night and it was so nice today it wasn’t hot at all but it was so sunny. and 12) my friend finally found the records that i left at his house on accident. and 13) i’m fucking beautiful. like i feel like i suddenly became beautiful this summer. my face looks good. my body looks good. my hair looks good. my clothes look good. i look good. it’s crazy do hot bitches just feel like this all the time 14) driving lessons! with any luck i’ll have my license by the end of september. 15) i’ve decided to get myself a tamagotchi as a treat for myself when i get my license (and have more money) so i can put it on my keychain. 16) i tracked down the cake that we got for our 10th birthday party and my mom said we could get it sometime soon just because! because it’s beautiful and it’s cake and i remember it being so good and we finally found it and it’s the end of the summer. 17) i am getting back into writing and i have some nice clear ideas to pursue i just have to fucking sit down and write. 18) i’m also helping my dad with this book by transcribing these interviews he’s conducting and i need to get on that but it will be so fun to hear all the stories and it’s so cool to get to be a part of this project so i’m gonna start working on that tomorrow afternoon when i have real time and energy. anyway! not to brag but i’m basically on top of my shit except for some other things that I won’t mention because i want to get to brag about things being good for once instead of just being apathetic and depressed and bored. also 19) my grandpa is letting me borrow his car which is so fucking rad. i’m going to have so much freedom so soon. omg i will be able to give my friends rides. i’ll be able to go on road trips. i’ll be able to go to the grocery store and liquor store and any other store without having to go on a major hike. i’m gonna have a motherfucking cd collection maybe i’ll get those like dice or whatever to hang from the rear view mirror i’m so excited. 20) gonna refresh my latin so i can tutor if anyone wants a fucking latin tutor i guess and i’m so ready to reconnect with her (latin. the love of my life that’s why it’s the original romance language). 21) i am determined to go to the knotts berry farm boysenberry festival. it will happen. and if anywhere in the realm of possibility, i’m trying to get myself to halloween horror nights. i’m optimistic i’m really trying to make it happen. one or both will happen this year. it will happen 22) i’m gonna say listening to lady gaga again. love her

[oyasuminto]

Pleasepleaseplease overstimulation for m!Kylar and m!Whitney separately. They usually go for 1-2 rounds with their s/o but tonight she's going to see how many more they can actually handle before passing out... and maybe a little bit more

Kylar

When you bring up the idea of pushing limits, Kylar is already pulling you into an alley and pushing you onto a mattress. Going multiple rounds means getting to fuck you longer and getting to cum inside you again and again and again.

Kylar fucks you through his first and second orgasm with relative ease. He’s starting to drool a little by the third, but the sight, sound, and sensation of your pussy overflowing with his cum keeps him going.

After the fourth you have to take over, riding Kylar and feeling his twitching cock drag against your oversensitive walls. He’s babbling at this point.

“S-So good,” he gasps, “your p-pussy feels so good,” a whine, “please le-let me...let me c-cum inside again, please, please, please. H-have to breed y-you, n-need it...hah...f-fill you...”

He’ll go as long as you want him to, it doesn’t matter if he’s barely conscious and completely incoherent. Hell, feel free to keep riding him even after he passes out, it’ll give him something nice to wake up to.

Whitney

He sees it as a challenge. What? You really think you can outlast Whitney of all people? Heh, feel free to try, slut. Make sure you bring this idea up in private, unless you want to be bent over a school desk or park bench.

Whitney’s pace doesn’t so much as stutter as he forces you through your first few orgasms, and that smug smirk remains plastered on his face even while your pussy clenches around his cock.

He thinks you look real cute all fucked out, twitching and whining and begging like a good little slut should.

“You’re the one who wanted this, slut, don’t start bitchin’ about it being too much,” he growls, “fuuuuuuck...you like that? Gonna beg for my cock? Aw, is the poor slut too cumbrained to talk?”

Whitney sees no reason to stop even if you pass out. you wanted to test the limits, right? He already treats you like a sentient cocksleeve, so what’s the issue? Besides, he can’t wait to see your face when you wake up.

[poly-losers-club]

IT IS OVER - THANK YOU TO ALL THE PARTICIPATING AUTHORS!!

And a great big thank you to @boyduroy​ for the beautiful art and banner. 

See under the cut for the Masterlist of all the PLC Fic Exchange Vol.4 stories.

MASTERLIST

Our house is a very, very, very fine house  by @fuckbitchesgetreddie​ (written for @antisociallilbrat​)

Ben just built a new home for the Losers and Richie decides that they have to 'christen' each room. Bill more than agrees.

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Richie's Supra Bitchin' Magical Birthday Boy Extravaganza by @untameddragon​​ (written for @loser-babies​​)

A week before his birthday, Richie goes through a really rough spot at work. The situation makes him consider a lot of things, and while he is busy reflecting on many aspects of his life, trying to discern what his future may hold, his partners are planning an all-out birth week celebration, where Richie gets to have a whole day celebrating with each loser.

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Prescription Hugs by @loser-babies​​ (written for @winterfirehair​​)

The worst part about someone getting sick in their relationship is the fact that they all live together in a fairly tight space. Odds are, if someone catches something, the rest of them are sure to follow at some point. There’s mixed feelings on it from all yet-to-be-sick parties, but mostly they just try their best to batten down the hatches and ride out the storm together.

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If I'm Not What You Need, I Promise I'll Play the Part by @derrydeer​​ (written for @untameddragon​​)

Bill scratched at the back of his head to get that little voice to shut up. Monday was supposed to be helpful. The voice just needed to

Shut.

The fuck.

Up.

“What was that?” Stanley raised an eyebrow, setting his glass down slowly and carefully.

The blood drained from Bill’s cheeks. “Just said I was surprised to see you up,” he shrugged, silently cursing to himself as he felt the layers of clothing fall uneven underneath his jacket. “Mike, um, Mike said you were feeling tired.”

Fuck. Shit, he was babying Stan now. He was capable of taking care of himself (not like you) and now Bill was projecting, and Stanley would realize something was wrong with him, and--

“Hey.”

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BDSM (Bill Deserves So Much) by @antisociallilbrat​​ (written for @fuckbitchesgetreddie​​)

“You know, you’re really dumb sometimes,” she giggles, “I went up to borrow your laptop the other day and you’ll never believe what I saw on your computer screen.”

It feels like the bottom of his stomach has fallen through, shit. How can he be so stupid? God, and it’s Bev that found that site, so he knows she snooped through it.

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Lover Of Mine by @antisociallilbrat​​ (written for @derrydeer​​)

Of course the losers fell in love with him. He was the sun and them but the susceptible planets. The thing about being in love with Bill Denbrough though, it hurts.

Bill could be an enigma, even to the ones who’ve known him the longest.

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It’s the end of an era my friends. Like I mentioned in the announcement post. I’m almost 100% sure this will be the last PLC Fic Exchange I do. I hope you have enjoyed them. Go show your appreciation by commenting on the fics in this exchange... and all the ones past (1, 2 & 3). <3 @poly-losers-club​​

[backtohawkins]

WELCOME BACK TO HAWKINS, LUCAS SINCLAIR (jonathan daviss fc),

good luck and have a bitchin summer!

[jonathan daviss, cismale, he/him/his.] who’s that? oh it’s [lucas sinclair]. i hear they’re [eighteen] and are known as [the ranger] around [the basketball court]. they’re also a [freshman] at [notre dame hawkins community college]. they’re known to be [athletic & loyal] and [headstrong & sensitive]. some people say they remind them of [the swish of a perfect shot through a basketball hoop, early morning runs, worn converse high-tops, singing out-of-tune in the car late at night, & skipping stones on a river]. [dani, 22, she/her/hers, incest/rape/non-con, est]

lucas was getting out of hawkins. it wasn’t like he hated it or anything. it was just that…he felt like he’d been put into kind of a box here. he’d been the nerd for most of his life and then, on one fateful fall night, he’d scored the winning basket and won the hearts of people who’d never given him a second glance before. the popularity was nice. it let him protect his friends more easily. but the most important thing basketball gave him was a ticket out. his advisor had pointed out to him sophomore year that combined with his good grades (almost unheard of for a hawkins athlete), all he had to do was pass his classes and score decently on the SAT and he could probably earn an athletic scholarship just about anywhere. and that? that was enticing. the chance to start over somewhere he hadn’t been teased and beaten up during his formative years or seen himself and his friends almost die multiple times? sign him up.

and he did it, too. he checked every box on his advisor’s list and earned himself a full ride to notre dame. he was going to study engineering. and he was going to leave hawkins, at least for 8 months of the year. it was a breath of relief.

he’d helped the basketball team to its finest season on record his senior year, kissed a few girls, went to prom…all the stuff his mom wanted pictures of. senior year had everything lucas could ever ask for, including a couple epic d&d campaigns, some parties his parents didn’t know about, and a clunker he’d helped his dad rebuild so that he could ditch his bike for good.

he shouldn’t even have been playing baseball, but he’d been bored as hell during the spring semester without the constant schedule and pressure of his off-season basketball schedule. besides, he’d always been fast and it was a little bit of a joke that he could use his bat better than steve, so he’d gone for it. and in the very last game of the season, he’d been tripped up while sliding into home plate and blew out his knee. the injury ended up being his torn meniscus which required surgery…and the university rescinding his scholarship offer.

without the scholarship, there was no way in hell his parents could afford to pay for a university like notre dame, so he was forced to withdraw in favor of taking a few gen ed credits at the local community college while rehabbing his knee, working at a couple youth basketball camps at hawkins high, and lifeguarding at the pool. 

the plan is still to get the fuck out of here at some point, but it’s gonna take a little longer. his advisor thinks 2 years of community college might do it. he hopes so. there’s something about this place that sucks people in and doesn’t let them escape…at least not for too long.

[kaypeace21]

i'm losing hope of byler being an endgame :( milevens say that we are invalidating mileven, besides having several scenes that they show "passion/love". they make fun of us, besides always giving reasons why mileven is an endgame, and disrespecting other people's ship, and maybe actually Will will be with another boy right?? idk but I really hope I'm not being deluded

lol  lets not focus on byler for a sec and mostly discuss mileven. what scenes show mileven’s  ‘passion/love’? Because the show invalidates mileven constantly-why they’re so aggressive/afraid of us.THEY KNOW IT’S DOOMED (they live in head canons and nothing else).  I’m going to try keeping this short by doing bullet points.

-The writers in s3 threw in a telemarketing joke just for Mike to say “El. no. sorry not interested” and hang up the phone. 

- Flo  in s1: “only love makes you that crazy and that damn stupid.”

Mike: “if we’re both going crazy. we’ll go crazy together right?”will: “yeah, crazy together “ *smile and stare longingly at eachother *————————————————————-Mike: “they do say it makes you crazy”El: “what makes you crazy?”(the exact opposite of crazy together as she continues to be confused over every explanation he gives of love 😂)————————————————————-During the byler fight  Mike says “el’s not stupid!” After this, Will calls himself “ so stupid “ 4x .  rips up photo where they said they’d go crazy together and cries . But, El after fighting with mike happily says: “there’s more to life than STUPID boys .”  El’s catchphrase being “not stupid” which she says in s2 before going to see Mike at the school. And Nancy before Mike says he loves El / Mikeduring the byler fight (about mileven) say “El’s not stupid!”

original gifs  sources

-the s3 stobin confession parallels mileven’s s3 shop confession (full analysis in link). Both El/Robin have bandages on their legs and both pairings sit together (on the floor) during their confessions- and are interrupted by Dustin. And in both straight baits- the guys use the terms “stupid/crazy” but subvert the expectation of it being romantic-as both girls say they’re not “crazy” or “stupid” for the guy. El saying “what makes you crazy?” in response to Mike. And Robin saying she was not into Steve’s “stupid hair” (similar to El saying there’s more to life than ‘stupid boys’/other saying she’s not stupid.”Also the song ‘the first i love you’ only plays twice in s3. During Steve’s romantic confession and robin rejecting him because she’s gay & El’s romantic confession and awkward kiss with mike (where Mike doesn’t reciprocate). Cause Robin/Mike are both gay and will reject the romantic confession.

- Erica making he-man and barbie kiss: “Hey , They’re in love!”Lucas (livid- and standing right next to a rainbow forcing them apart): “No, actually,  they’re not. they’re not even from the same planet.”  El even watches he-man in s1! Mileven is not in love!

Cue El and mike being compared to ET and Eliot -WHO AREN’T FROM THE SAME PLANET (by the Duffers in multiple interviews and in the pilot script ) .   And then there’s the  old euphemism of “girls come from Venus, and boys come from Mars”.  The Duffers saying mileven isn’t in love cause they’re not from the same planet (aka the same gender) -is just them telling us Mike is gay so he can’t fall for El-who is a girl/diff species. They literally have Will say to Mike “welcome to my world” as a contrast. So El telling mike he should ‘stick with his own species’ (aka boys) is another gay hint.

In s2 they even had El wear the same shirt as a 1986 movie character (staring Winona Ryder). The movie is called coincidentally “lucas”- and he’s in an unrequited romantic relationship with a gal named maggie. And he later says him and Maggie are  from “different worlds.” El being movie-Lucas in a unrequited romance, in this scenario. And the other easteregg is the Duffers have st-Lucas  say the “planet/worlds” similar to movie-Lucas.

some milevens also attribute romeo/juliet to mileven cause Dustin mentioned it while mileven was out of shot. But romeo & juliet weren’t actually in love-it was just kids in infatuation. And also used to describe the unrequited infatuation of Lucas/Maggie.

-Also when dustin in s1 says el is “like a wizard” (like Will.) Mike corrects dustin and says “more like yoda”. Really hammering down the alien references- which the Duffers reference to el in interviews all the time-by comparing her to et . In the pilot they even said mike and el are like “Eliot and et.” They said they made el dress like a ghost cause et did so- and then for the extra burn they made mike a ghost hunter/buster. And they also said that EL’s makeover in s1 was like et’s in the movie. And sorry ... who compares the girl they “crush on” with a green gross alien (yoda)- kind of shows how he sees her more as this foreign superpowered entity rather than a girl/crush. And on what planet is et /Eliot romantic??Answer is -it’s not. 

- In contrast, They have Mike and Will parallel  Diane and Venkman. In ghost Busters, Mike -is Venkman- and Will -is Dana Barret- who Venkman flirts with shamelessly until she is possessed. Dana finds a demon-dog in her fridge, and hires the ghost busters. And right before Venkman goes on a date with her she is possessed by the big-bad, Zuul, and is transformed into the gate-keeper (who controls demo(n)-dogs). Venkman proceeded to try to talk to the real Dana , ignoring her possessed form and eventually realizes how serious her condition is, is forced to sedate her. Eventually with the help of his team, Venkman closes the gate to Zuul’s dimension, rescuing Dana in the process. And Venkman plants one on Dana before riding away in triumph. While, El is a ghost and Mike is a ghost hunter XD

Notice in the same season lucas says mileven is ‘not in love’ and compares mileven to he-man and barbie .  Dustin has a  he-man & Et next to each other (along with a ghost buster sign above them, and the ghostbusters-trap next to et). This just reinforces the mileven eastereggs I’ve already talked about -  and how they want you to make the connections  about mileven not being in love. They showed et/barbie next to he-man, had El watch he-man, compared El to Et (who had a barbie-like makeover/ghost costume), so the next he-man ref of ‘not being in love’  cause rhey’re from different planets would connect in a more obvious way to mileven.  Same with Et next to the ghost trap and ghost busters sign (and El dressing as a ghost and Mike as a ghost buster-as an extra burn).

- Mike dehumanizing El is hammered down again when they compare s1 mileven to s2 dart /dustin (a demo dog) , to further show how un-romantic it is. Fin even said the duffers told him Mike saw el (OFFENSIVELY) as a “puppy’ (right after s1).  And of course millie accurately said “what a horrible way to describe me!”But the parallels are there: Dustin/Mike sharing sweets ( nougat vs eggos) for breakfast and saying they’ll have to wait for them to come home from school. And having mike annoyed, say  “a bond? cause you shared nougat?!” is dissing milevens who think the ego thing is cute/romantic. Dustin/Mike saying they ‘promised’ to take care of them and that they ‘trust’ dustin & mike. Dart killing a cat and El almost killing a cat. Dustin/Mike trying to convince Lucas- Dart & El aren’t bad. The boys thinking both El & Dart were bad guys causing both to end up running away because of that. Mike even admits in s1 he doesn’t like eggos and told El she doesn’t have to eat “like a dog” anymore.  it’s ironic when Mike says to Dustin “she’s not a dog” cause he treated her as such. Why El says in s3 angrily , “am I your pet?” It’s because he did/does unfortunately treat her this way to some degree. 

-They Parallel Mileven to Hopper & El (since mileven isn’t actually romantic)!

*teaching the meaning of promise vs com-promise. And making “promises” to eachother is not some super romantic thing- for just mileven.

* Telling her to eat “real food” vs eggos

* saying her new look is “cool”and saying it’s “bitchin” after El says the look is.

* Saying others are “corrupting her” and in response gals say neither respect her ability to make “decisions” in regards to romance. Hopper not accepting Mileven together (want them to break up)  and Mike not accepting she dumped him.

* Max saying to not let Hopper/Mike control her

*El saying “you lie” to both of them

ok , back to listing other points

- they dance to ‘every breath you take’ a break up song about a stalker ex who can’t accept he is now with her friend. The writer of the song also has said many times “it’s NOT a love song.” The duffers obviously knew that. Lumax also danced to it and Lucas was called a ‘stalker’ . El also stalked Mike in s2 (all that stuff milevens found romantic- El watching him without him knowing. Mike says he was not ok with it in s3). And in s3 he said not to do that and she just says ‘i make my own rules’.Plus, sting (the singer) mentions it’s supposed to sound romantic but the lyrics are sinister. And that the ambiguity/deceptive happy -romantic tone was intentional. Kind of like how people think mileven is healthy and in love when the show (ambiguosly says ) that it’s not -and the “opposite”.Just like the song being misinterpreted as romantic because of its deceptive packaging -mileven is the same . Mileven got popular cause everyone missed all the warning signs it wasn’t healthy (cause it was packaged as ‘cute’ and ‘ in love’) when behind the surface it was shown to be the opposite and not healthy.

 Not to mention Nancy teaching Dustin how to dance is a direct parallel to Mike teaching El. 

Mike also tries to act like Dustin, and  forces Will to dance with a girl (who’s wearing a rainbow hair clip). Trying to be a good sport like Dustin is about lumax. And right after this we see Dustin look sad about Max/Lucas dancing and Mike (next to Dustin) look sadly at Will/girl dancing in the same exact frame as Max/Lucas. As they switch between these 2 shots to emphasize their sadness/jealousy.Then they both sit down (mirroring each other) on the verge of tears before Nancy and El show up to comfort them and distract them.  As El once again (presumably) wears Nancy’s dress. Mike after El asks “will you be my brother?” “you cant go  (to the snowball) with your sister... i mean you can but it’d be really weird.” 

- before their first kiss in s1 she asked if he would be like her brother (after being compared to a cousin, and being compared to Holly, and wearing Nancy’s dress.) In s2 they even make a direct parallel to Luke &Leia (who were siblings who had a weird romantic relationship/kissed before realizing they were related). Mike (as Leia) saying “it’s a trap” to El (Luke). 

- Mike in s1 writes a d&d story for Will inspired by star wars.  in ep one Will tells Mike “it was a 7, the demogorgan it got me.”At the end of the season Mike writes a whole story of him and his friends killing a 7 headed monster, and showing the decapitated head of the monster to king Tristan (Will). Similar to how at the hospital he tells Will to not worry cause “it’s dead now”. This is right after Will rolls a 14 (cause Mike and Will are 7s together). And Mike who is a fan of starwars has King Tristan give them medals after killing the monster. Cause he wants Will/king tristan (instead of Leia -a girl) to present him with medals and be his romantic love interest (and praise him for being a hero).

- They had Dustin call mileven “bullshit” just like stancy (who were never in love). And in s3 for almost every single character in the show to dislike mileven . if that isn’t a cry for help from the writers idk what is XD

other stancy parallels: Making out on a bed to cheesy music. stancy wasn’t in love but they kissed the most in the series and nancy and steve (similar to mileven exchanged ‘i love yous’) but weren’t endgame and it was never love. Mike and Steve sing to their gfs and neither girls are fans and cut them off.In s1, both Nancy/Mike slap Steve and El and then both yell “ What is wrong with you?!”  Stancy/mileven are compared to Karen/ted who according to Nancy “never loved each other”. El is a fan of ted’s lazy boy. (Karen in s3 looks at Ted in the chair when the lyric “I should have walked away “ plays). And Steve and ted continuing to eat chicken as their gf /wife storm off from the table upset , and they do nothing. After the mileven and Karen/Ted fight- Steve says while eating “what did I do?what did i do?” And mike while eating says about el after their fight “what did i do wrong? what did i do wrong?!Steve and Ted both tell Mike to “stay on the bench/you’re on the bench.” Karen/ ted that they “never loved each other” (just like mileven and stancy which are “bullshit.”) All 3 wheelers were with people cause it seemed like the rational choice ( rich guy/ popular guy/ girl). Not to mention mike said “ I don’t remember” ( in reference to saying he loved el ) . And doesn’t say it back when el says “I love you”. Which mimics Nancy in s2 saying “I don’t remember ” (saying the stancy relationship is bs) . And she is also unable to say she loves Steve when he says“say you love me.” And Steve and el walking away as both wheelers stand there in silence. Unable to say “I love you” back.  Also, when stancy officially breakup it also pans to mileven on the porch as another parallel.And 11byers mentioned (at Christmas)  jancy has a moment but despite stancy’s issues she goes back to Steve where she looks sad over the decision .  Similar to how Byler have a moment , but then after , mileven talks about christmas  and they have that awkward kiss. In s3, steve when talking about stancy and trying to be popular even says “dustin’s right it’s all a bunch of bullshit.” (meaning Dustin’s right about mileven). Steve even says “everything people tell you is important that you’re supposed to care about- it’s bullshit.” (same season Mike mimics Lucas’ words from s1 about El being the “most important thing”.

-They also had Mike tell Max “i don’t hate you. I don’t even know you.”  Aka he can’t hate Max or love el cause he knew both for a week-and doesn’t know them. The amount of mileven burns that were in s2 -were insane XD.

other direct contrasts between Mileven & byler 

besides the ones already mentioned. 1) ‘crazy together/so stupid’ vs ‘what makes you crazy?/el’s not stupid/more to life than stupid boys & 2) ‘they’re not in love they’re not even from the same planet’ vs byler’s ‘welcome to my world’

3) Mike has drastically different expressions after the byler/mileven fights and the difference in weather and music selection ,convey how Mike is feeling. He looks regretful with Will, and almost annoyed with El dumping him.  Mileven breaks up to upbeat music on a sunny day (the break up being in front a crowd and a joke) vs the morose music and the storm shown (with just Mike and Will fighting ). We are supposed to take the byler fight seriously and the mileven one as a joke.They had Mike apologize to Will immediately. But with El he says “what did i do wrong?’ (Kind of like how ted, after pissing off karen says “what did I do?”)And then had Mike wait by the phone for her to apologize- says sexist stuff about her. Then have mike laugh/burp and talk about cheese and El to laugh about the break up/high five max and immediately oggle a pic of another boy/male celeb (unlike Will who looks sadly at the pic of Mike after their fight). And then after staring at the  teen-male celeb,  El says she’s not sure if  Mike’s a good kisser cause he’s just her “first boyfriend” and she has no other boys to compare him to (implying she’s thinking of other boys in the future).  Contrasted to Will who said he thought him & Mike would never get gfs but just spend the rest of their lives together. El after all these events, then happily reads comics  as Max says she shouldn’t hang out with Mike all the time. VS Will having him sadly read his comic to distract himself  only to throw his comic on the ground right before he looks at the pic of mike from Halloween (where they said they would go ‘crazy together’), calls himself stupid (unlike El saying there’s more to life than stupid boys/mike saying El is not stupid-aka in love ). And then destroys castle byers /crIES after the their fight. These events were perfect opposites.

4) When Mike says in the pool shed she’s the “most important thing in the world” to him. she cuts him off and says Hopper is right about them spending too much time together. But when Mike in the shed says asking Will to be his friend was the “best thing he’s ever done” (it was practically the cliche of true love breaking the curse) XD.

When Mike says to El  “you’re most important thing to me” in the pool shed. El doesn’t even acknowledge the comment (and neither should the audience- cause the words were empty). The framing of this mileven scene was not cinematic or heartfelt, and neither was the delivery from Mike. He’s not crying, trying to reach her with proclamations of his genuine feelings. There’s no dramatic music, framing, lighting or shot composition (and the scene was incredibly short).And El just responds and cuts his supposed ‘true feelings’ off- only to agree with Hopper and says “ what if he’s right”  . I didn’t speed this up FYI.

Juxtaposed to the MUCH longer byler shed scene. A literal single tear falling down his cheek as Mike , recounts the first day they met. This whole monologue is only of tight shots of just their faces (their bodies aren’t shown like in the pool shed scene). With contrasting colors of light and shadow.This is a personal moment between them and them alone- and the fact we zoom in on their faces (expresses this to be important emotionally) . And when we see Will’s reaction to Mike saying “it was the best thing I’ve ever done”. We just see Will’s face only- no music is playing and all we hear is  Will’s whimpers and Mike crying in the background.*

5) Max in s2 at Will’s house questions how Mike can still trust Will now that he’s a spy for the mf . Max (in s3) at El’s house: says that Mike doesn’t trust El- and Mike mentions that her spying is why he doesn’t trust her.  in s2, Mike: “if anyone could stop them it’s Will“. Max: “ I thought we couldn’t trust him that he’s a spy for the mf now?” Max in s3 calling Mike out  : “El has saved the world twice. And Mike still doesn’t trust her.” Mike: you want to talk about trust really?! after... Eleven spied on us! I guess girlfriends don’t lie they SPY!”

Not to mention - the fact is... El has “saved the world twice but Mike still doesn’t trust her” to fight the mf. Yet he 100% believed Will could defeat the mf -despite Will being possessed/a spy for the mf . And despite the fact Mike  thinks Will has no powers - unlike El ( but we all know he does , though :P). And, Mike even says Billy is dangerous cause  the “mf is in him ...Billy’s mind is sick, diseased” (but with Will possession -Mike still trusted him).  Max rolls her eyes and stares challengingly at Mike cause she remembers what Mike said about Will in s2- and the hypocrisy . And she finds it annoying how little faith he has in her compared to his almost unmoving-trust in Will (who at the time was possessed) . Mike has 100% trust and faith in Will-but simply doesn’t trust El.  And MAX KNOWS IT! Cause she’s paying attention. Like her facial expression/raised brow, at the end, is a challenge- you think non-superpowered Will could defeat the mf but not El with a history of fighting monsters? You say Billy possessed by the mf is dangerous- but still have more faith in Will possessed by the mf- than your own gf?! tbh El couldn’t defeat the mf (so technically him trusting Will over  El was proven to be correct). He wasn’t right about the El ‘giving up’ bs and he was still wrong for not respecting El as her “own person” with her “own free will” : not believing in El’s ability to make decisions like breaking up with him/ not believing El made the idea to spy on him, etc . But, Team work has always been what saved the day in s1-2, so over-relying on El to do it all and acting like she was the messiah ( like most of the st fanbase) was a poor plan . It’s not the El-show (it’s an ensemble cast with several mains). When they relied on her only ,to be the chosen one- she lost her powers, 30+ people d*ed, and they had to save her.

6) ) El and Will both calling for “Mike” alone in the upside down . And Mike “never giving up” on them.In the exact same ep (s2 e2) , both call for Mike from the upside down. El saves herself without Mike’s help. But Mike rushes to save Will crouching to comfort Will (whose body language mirrors El’s but who was alone in the forest after she sees mike and he did nothing). 

in s2 ep 1, both call for Mike ,but Mike only comes for Will -not el. It was like how Nancy in s1 called for Jon, and jonathan pulled her out of the upsidedown.  And as Jonathan and Mike both pull Nancy and Will back from the upside down , Jonathan says “I got you”. And Mike says “I got him “ twice. But mileven is like how barb while in the upsidedown called for Nancy (but nancy didn’t hear her screaming her name-cause it shows symbolically Nancy does not return Barb’s romantic feelings). Just like mileven.

Mike even saw Will’s dead body but the second he heard his voice he convinced everyone he was alive. Mike deep down assumed El was dead he brushed off seeing El as seeing things (like how Hopper described seeing Sarah). He even tells Max “ they took her just like they took bob” who was dead. Then a few minutes later lies and says he “never gave up” on her when she appears alive (which was a lie cause he just said she was dead). When El goes to his house Mike doesn’t ever go the forest to find her (unlike how Mike went into the forest in the pouring rain twice for Will). The truth is the only person he ‘never gave up on’ was Will.

7) They have El & Will have pics of Mike on Halloween (same night of the ‘crazy together’ speech). El only has a pic of Mike being miserable  and Will has pics of Mike staring at Will, and smiling next to him- despite the joke Mike never smiles in photos , this isn’t the case when mike is next to Will (he always smiles with Will). Cause being crazy with Will makes him happy - unlike his relationship with El who he fakes being ‘crazy’ about .

zoom in of Will & El’s pics of Mike: Will’s pic on left vs El’s on right . XD

8) Millie said El is “obsessed with Mike” so she has Mike-themed stuff all over  her room. She has a drawing with a heart that says mike on it/random heart pics, mike pic, dice that spell out mike, mikes’ stuff. So, It’s funny that mike has nothing relating to El at his place. In contrast to this, he still has 5 d&d drawings from Will on his wall (that he’s kept on his wall for 3 years despite removing an old poster from that same wall-which he gave to El). Mike even put up a 6th Will-drawing in s3- next to his new poster. And he never put a single 1 of her many drawings on his wall-just Will’s).

back to other points...

- They compared mileven to karen/billy. El in s2 , mimics Erica Kane who m(in the ep she is watching) rushes into a relationship with a writer named Mike Roy. (That relationship is not endgame-and  literally ends with one of them stalking and sabotaging their next relationship, but eventually accepting it’s over). This, also parallels Karen/ Billy. Before she meets him in s2, Karen is reading a romance book that has a guy that resembles Billy on the cover. The Duffers even mentioned they changed the cover to show the resemblance between Billy and the fictional book character. And we see Karen reading the sequel in s3 before Billy appears. Both El and Karen don’t/didn’t love Mike or Billy- they just projected onto them fictional characters they were infatuated with. El being into Mike roy- but projecting her crush on to Mike wheeler.

-They had El’s whole s2 arc be destroyed to show mileven is bad for her. “friends don’t lie” to let me lie to my friends so I can kiss mike and ditch them. lucas even said “they’re lying (about her curfew).”And lie to Mike about hearing his confession. Then in s2 trying to leave the cabin to experience the world and see my friends and fam again. To literally ignoring them all for 6 months and never leaving the cabin-despite Hopper letting me leave the house in s3.

- El in s3 says Mike treats her “like a pet” and “garbage”.

-In s1 Mike referred to her as a ‘weapon’  to help get Will back. smacked her when he thought she lied about Will being alive and said Lucas was right about her all along when he thought Will was dead and he couldn’t use her anymore. 

- They had El never apologize for spying/stalking . And  Mike never apologize for lying -despite it being the cause of the breakup . And had mike not reciprocate the kiss/ or say ‘i love you ‘ back  and had his eyes open while the same exact song plays that robin came out to: called ‘the first i love you’). These are the only 2 times the song plays in s3. The ‘first i love you’ also sounds like ‘the first lie’ - that song played when jancy said they were just friends. it sounds the same cause jancy lied about it not being romantic while mileven lied by saying it was.  He never apologized for lying cause the love is the lie- like Max said “boyfriends lie ALL THE TIME”. And it’s why the camera panned to Will when Lucas asked why Mike lied to her. And he never answers El’s question of ‘why do you lie?!’ (he just looks up silent and guilt ridden).This awkward kiss all happens in Will’s room too while Mike is in front of an open closet (while El is holding Will’s old bear).  

Plus he also fought with Hopper in s2 (’about El’) in Will’s room too. He wasn’t actually calling Hopper the liar he was calling himself “a stupid disgusting liar”out of self hate .  That scene was foreshadowing his lying to El in s3 (about his feelings for her). He blamed Hopper for his feelings for Will cause he told himself it wouldn’t have escalated if El had been around to ‘fix him’ . “I BLAME YOU! NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS OK! NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS OK. YOU STUPID DISGUSTING liar, liar, liar, liar”.starts crying.

- Mike says “i never gave up on you (to El). “ When moments earlier he says “it took her just like it took Bob.” HE’S LYING AGAIN. He always thought she was dead -he was just hoping she was alive so he didn’t have to blame himself. He felt bad for treating her like a “weapon”. Mike saw El and didn’t even bother looking for her in the woods cause he assumed she was dead and was hallucinating. Mike saw Will’s dead body- but heard his voice and got him from another dimension (for El he couldn’t even bother to walk into the woods). Despite going into the woods in the pouring rain 2x for Will in s1& 3. El and Mike both call for Mike in the upside down (Mike in the same ep only comes for Will).

- They barely spoke to each other and all they did was makeout for 1 ep (while Mike put a drawing of ‘Will (the fire wielding) wise’ on the wall to help him kiss her/ with rainbows pic everywhere in the room to signify he’s gay and lying).  All while listening to a mixtape Will gave him as he kisses El.As Mike moves her hands off him (and sings a song from ‘boy in the box’) and El says to Max later she doesn’t know if mike’s a good kisser . And Mike rushes to one of his many established double-dates with Will and lumax  (x). And Mike in s3 when dating el, removes the sign of the heart being propelled by a rainbow (which he had before meeting El in his basement) .BUT it follows him symbolically ,as a drawing of a heart being propelled by a rainbow (in el’s room- cause no matter how much he kisses el there, he can’t escape his rainbow/being gay.)

-as mileven kiss in s3 e1. We zoom in on the drawing of Will the wise (the lyrics over the pic are “a little more time can open closing doors”). And then Mike continues to sing this song from ‘boy in the box’ (cough closet).Will in s3e1 says he won’t fall in love and the song then a diff song plays “love that was new to you , you open up the door.” mileven at the end of s3 kissing in front of Will’s open closet door with Mike’s eyes open not kissing back , and saying he doesn’t “ remember “ the love you and just says it was “in the heat of the moment”. The mike song being from “boy in the box” (closet). And they make out to “I can’t fight this feeling” which the singer says is about wanting to admit your feelings to your friend of many years and being afraid it’ll ruin the relationship. Aka even when kissing El he’s thinking of Will and admitting his feelings and not being able to fight his feelings

- Mike saying about Max “awesome? you don’t even know her.” Dustin says “ i don’t have to i mean look at her.” El was said in s1 multiple times to look like a boy (specifically Will). So Dustin and Lucas had no interest in her -only Mike did. BUT when max (a girl who looked like a girl) arrived- they as straight boys  were smitten. And Mike was not interested at all (cause he’s gay). The fact people don’t realize Mike was rude to her because he thought Will liked her too makes me laugh - he even was 1/2 honest in s3 saying he was jealous of her  XD 

why in s3 (when she looks like a girl) the compliment to her look is almost the same as Hopper’s comment to her makeover in s2. Paralleling Mike to her dad is the opposite of romantic!

-people say in s3 Will saying “a day free of girls” is gay coded but everyone ignores Mike in s3 saying “BOYS ONLY”. Same energy.

-MiKE has more rainbows than Will: Mike’s rainbow bedroom blinds, the rainbow-heart wooden sign in the basement in s1, the rainbow heart drawing that says Mike in s3, a rainbow sticker in his room, byler standing behind a rainbow poster in s2. And Will with the rainbow ship and the girl he danced with having a rainbow hearts-hairclip.

- People mention Mike saving El in s3 was romantic ( when he hit Billy). But when Billy slapped max he charged in to save her too and tried punching him (despite their beef). that moment wasn’t romantic (unless you think madweheeler is- which no). Mike is just a good person- he also risked his life for dustin. He’s brave and will defend HIS FRIENDS. 

- we’re almost to the end for those not keeping tract mileven is compared to stancy, ted/karen,  karen/billy, stobin, Dart/Dustin, max &mike, barb/nancy, nancy & dustin, siblings & cousins & a parent/kid dynamic. And contrasted to byler.

- Finn, after s1, said the duffers told him,   Mike thinks of her as a “puppy/ “et” , and that Mileven was a  “first summer love thing”- foreshadowing what was mileven’s downfall during the Summer (aka s3). He repeats this “first summer love” phrase 2x.  Millie when he mentioned what the duffers said, rightfully thought the puppy thing was “awful”, but Finn was clearly told mileven doesn’t last -very early on.Summer love” by definition fails-as it only lasts during the summer.  

-It wasn’t a break it was a breakup. Like Max and Will said in response to Mike  “ she said she dumped your ass! That doesn’t sound like a break?!/ it wasn’t!’ Or El knocking all the candy out of the machine, except the kit kat Mike wanted. Slogan of kit-kat “ having a break , have a kit kat.” In other words, it was NOT a break. It was a breakup. Difference is - in s4 it’ll be El who can’t accept this fact , not Mike. Max having to correct El that Mike is her “ex boyfriend” after the breakup (in s3) foreshadows this.The other couples in s3 who fought -were always still paired together in framed shots (jancy/ lumax) were on a break (but got back together- by the end of s3,  not confident about their futures together, but they still have a distinction from mileven-based on such framing). That mileven didn’t get back together. El in s3 was always on her own and Mike was paired with Will (while the other couples were in frame). 

this could go on and on honestly. there’s so much other stuff proving mileven is not going to be endgame. Not to mention all of Mike’s queer coding (x) XD