#doc watches trailers

[boobearymuch]

So no one was going to tell me that it’s snowing in zayne’s card even though you’re indoors ???? That zayne just loses control of his evol when he’s eager/tipsy but is too damn horny to care ????????

[arikad0]

I am beyond impressed that Remake made the Deepground stuff from Dirge of Cerberus actually cool and interesting

[teddybearsandspaceships]

Grian has been teasing the return of the man in the chicken costume for a while and I have no idea what the original plan was - maybe it even was in preparation for eventual retaliation against Doc, Grian did provoke him again by making Zedaph blow up TNT in Doc´s base after all - but I shouldn´t have been surprised that he immediately chose mayhem after Doc decided to tease him about the purple crown. Grian takes being Mumbo´s best friend seriously xD

[namazunomegami]

Thoughts of writing a dune!au jjk smutfic with a bene gesserit!reader will keep me awake tonight

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Fred Durst ❌ O S I R I S

[ghostrockband]

I wish i cld write something more intelligent abt this but i rly think the way all films are advertised now is like hella duplicitous there is no reason to completely mislead the audience ur trying to sell something to.

[cosmoseinfeld]

netflix keeps trying to feed me b99

[rosegoldenatlas]

If any of all don't go on twitter (which I don't blame you for) or don't watch Doc, I want you to know that since the Minecraft movie trailer confirmed that creepers are fluffy that means that Docm is fluffy and also half furry. Don't listen to him when he says he into fluffy. He is going to agree in like a week just like he did with the butterfly wings.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve looked at the gathered bikes before them. There was only one that was clearly a children's bike, so someone was going to have to take one for the team.

"I'll take that bike," Eddie said rather quickly.

"Are you sure?" Steve asked.

"Yep," Eddie said and didn't meet his eyes, looking nervously at the bike.

Steve looked at Eddie, who picked up the bike and continued to look at it like he. . .oh.

"Eddie," Steve said softly. "Do you not know how to ride a bike?"

"I know how to ride a bike, I'm not stupid," Eddie said rolling his eyes.

"It's alright if you don't know how to ride, Eddie," he said.

Steve stared at him. Eddie stared back. Eddie broke eye contact with a loud growl and threw his hands up.

"Okay! I don't know how to ride a bike!" Eddie exclaimed. "Is that such a big deal?!"

"Considering that it's the only way we can get to your trailer. . .yes, it's a big deal," Robin said.

"Well, my father wasn't around to teach me, and Wayne was always working his ass off to provide for us. . .he started to. . .," Eddie sighed.

"Yeah, my dad wasn't around either to teach me," Steve said.

"Okay, great, so we both have Daddy issues," Eddie said, rolling his eyes. "Anything else we have in common?"

"I don't know, did you also succumb to your daddy issues by stripping?" Robin asked.

"You said you wouldn't tell anyone!" Steve hissed.

"I was trying to break the awkwardness!" Robin said. "And it worked. . .he no longer feels weird about not being able to ride a bike!"

"Steve Harrington is a stripper?" Eddie asked, his eyebrows raised.

"That was when my father decided to be a bigger asshole and raise the rent. My mother talked him down," Steve scoffed. "I am no longer a stripper."

"Okay, as nice as that information is, we really need to fix this issue," Nancy said. "Steve, maybe you should teach him."

"Alright, but there's one quick surefire way to do it. Do you trust me?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, I guess," he said, looking at him doubtfully.

"Get on the bike," Steve said.

"Don't tell me what to do," Eddie said.

"Eddie, that's literally what - " Steve sighed and lowered his voice. "Get. On. The. Bike."

Eddie swallowed and got on the bike. Steve walked up behind him, putting his hand on the seat of Eddie's bike, his hand near his ass.

"Woah, getting a little close there, Steve," Eddie said, coughing, and wiggled his butt back an inch.

Steve sighed and put his on the handle bar, his fingers brushing up against Eddie's. He leaned his mouth close to his ear.

"Okay, put your feet on the peddles," Steve said, and Eddie did so. "Okay, I'm going to push you, and you just keep peddling. I'll be right here."

"You won't let go?" Eddie asked, looking at him.

Eddie's face was so close to his that Steve could feel his breath on his skin. He could see into Eddie's brown eyes - the color of sweet chocolate. Steve took a deep breath.

"I promise," he said.

Eddie smiled so softly. It warmed Steve’s heart. . .that smile was directed at him. Oh, he hated himself for what he was about to do. Steve started pushing the bike, and Eddie started peddling. Eddie gasped with delight, flashing his dimples as he laughed. Steve let go and watched as Eddie peddled on his own, until. . .CRASH. Eddie screamed as he went over the handlebars.

"STEVE! YOU FUCKING LIAR! YOU LET GO! YOUR BEAUTIFUL HAZEL EYES LOOKED INTO MINE AND THEY FUCKING LIED!. . .I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU LET GO! ONCE WE GET OUT OF HERE I AM PACKING UP THE KIDS AND TAKING THEM TO MY MOTHER'S!" Eddie sobbed and whimpered. "Betrayal. . ."

"Eddie, we're not married!" Steve exclaimed.

"And my mother has been dead since I was six! Let me be dramatic!" Eddie whined. "I think I broke my ass."

Steve sighed and moved over to him. He rolled Eddie over and cupped his ass.

"It's not broken," Steve said.

"Do you always feel up your patients, doc? I think I'm gonna have to file a complaint," Eddie said and groaned as Steve helped him up. "I'm never trusting men again, which is a shame because I just realized - never mind, forget I said that. I should get back on that bike. That's what they say. . .or is it a horse?"

Eddie got back on the bike and let Steve continue his methods. After a few more tries, Eddie was finally biking on his own and biking around in front of them, grinning proudly. Steve looked on, just as proud. Eddie stopped and got off the bike. He walked towards Steve and threw his arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. It was a pleasant surprise, and Steve was happy to wrap his arms around his waist to hug him back.

"Thank you," Eddie whispered, his mouth pressed up against Steve’s ear.

Steve held on tighter, breathing him in and enjoying the way he felt in his arms. God, he never wanted this to end.

"Uh, we should really go. . ." Nancy said.

"Nance! It was just getting to the good part," Steve heard Robin hiss at her.

Eddie pulled away and turned around to head towards his bike. Steve couldn't help what he did next. He slapped Eddie's ass.

"Go get 'em, tiger," Steve said.

Eddie yelped, and then he giggled, looking bashfully over his shoulder at Steve, who winked at him. He quickly climbed onto his bike.

"You guys are totally married," Robin said to him.

"Oh, yeah," Steve agreed. "Definitely."

Eddie looked at Steve and proceeded to wink at him with both eyes.

"Aw, bless him. He can't wink," Robin said.

"Well, at least he can ride a bike now."

"That's true. . ."

[cacophony-eg]

Okay so saw the trailer for Season 5 of LMK and the discord that is happening. So I did a little research and here’s some information all LMK fans should be aware of. (EDIT: new information has come forth)

Link (One of the people who worked on Monkie Kid at FlyingBark has now made a statement, I’ve rebloged the tweet for anyone who may not have access to twitter)

Looks like it’s official that Flying Bark will no longer be working on LMK.

https://issuu.com/brunico-issuu/docs/kidscreen_febmar23_lowres/s/18007818 (<- Link to article)

It looks like LEGO has given WildBrain studios the license to LMK for the next 2 seasons plus a Special.

(It has been shown to me, that I have mis interpreted the information in the Kidscreen article and I apologize for that. I was trying to find some string of answers and jumped onto the first thread of evidence I could find.

What does remain true is WildBrains credentials and to please not point your annoyance, frustration, and disappointment onto either of the animation studios, or their staff, if your goal is for better animation your best corse of action is still to push LEGO company about it)

Now first off I want to say that The Vancouver studio they are talking about is pretty good, they used to be DHX and the part of DHX that did My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, along with Carmen Sandiego, so they do know how to animate 2D pretty well but it’s all rigged 2D either done through Flash or Harmony, so doubtful we will get the kind of battle animation we got from Barks studios.

PLEASE don’t stop supporting or watching LMK that’s not going to help, it’s probably already set in stone that WildBrain will have LMK for the at least the next 2 seasons plus special, also don’t attack WildBrain that’s like complaining to a cashier about how a store is run don’t do that. Also don’t go after the show runners(ie: writers); they are the cashier supervisors; When it comes to massive properties like LEGO, they have no control over who the company hires to be cashiers.

If you're going to complain to anyone, complain to LEGO company, (the part that has control over shows, not the one that has control over lego sets). Now don’t say things like “if you keep this studio I’m gonna stop watching Monkie Kid and buying your merch” don’t do this it will only cause LEGO to drop the show, if a show doesn’t have the view numbers or the merch numbers, they’ll drop the show regardless of the praise or complains about said show.

Question Lego about their choices, request Lego for animation the same quality as the previous season, question lego how to get flybark’s animation back.(new info has come in, please read link to twitter statement or the reblog of the twitter statement)

Please reblog this, or screen shot and repost what I am saying; this is the one case where I give permission. I know a lot of fans are spinning (Me included) right now and I don’t want anyone to take out their annoyance, frustration and disappointment on the wrong people.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 5,012 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Warnings: language, none others really? Era: The Whisperers Summary: Y/N is determined to leave Hilltop as soon as possible, while everyone else tries to convince her to stay in hopes of learning more about the Whisperers. A/N: The mystery deepens... and omg Daryl with the reader in this one... the slow burn is burningggg uggghhh Daryl had managed to stay awake all night, and as he saw the pink newness of dawn growing outside the window, Siddiq and Enid suddenly appeared in the doorway. He stood as quietly as he could and went to talk with them, leaving your bedside behind.

Meanwhile, consciousness was pouring back to you more sharply, biting with fierce teeth at your wounds and throbbing with an ache that almost felt toxic. You could hear the soft murmur of voices nearby and when your eyes blinked open you could tell that it was early morning outside.

Daryl’s knife was still clutched tightly in your hand. You allowed yourself to move your head only slightly to look around. You didn’t want them to know that you were awake yet. You were in the corner of a trailer that was clearly used as the community’s medical clinic. The walls and the floor were plain and clean, decidedly sterile.

You turned just enough to see Daryl talking to two other people at the doorway. You recognized them from your previous chaotic foray into consciousness. They were all using hushed voices and whispers in an attempt to not rouse you. Your eyes landed on a design on the back of Daryl’s vest; a pair of wings, faded and half-fallen apart. Your eyes drifted to the broadness of his shoulders and the wave of his brown hair.

You watched as they finished their talk and the other two left, disappearing into the other part of the trailer beyond the door. Daryl turned, rubbing a hand over his face, feet leading him back toward you, but he froze when he realized your eyes were open and you were looking right at him.

“Hey,” he said softly, resuming his faltering steps. “Yer awake.” There was fatigue and grit in his voice from his all-night vigil. “How are ya feelin’?” You surprised him by actually answering.

“Like hammered dog shit that got—forced through a cheese grater,” you managed.

He let out a small laugh and it lit up his eyes briefly. You noticed then how blue they were. “Uhh—yeah… sounds and looks like ya had a helluva time out there.”

“I’m sure I look about how I feel,” you said. There was a pounding on the side of your head where Alpha had kicked you. You made an exploratory touch with the pad of your index finger over the side of your face and your cheek bone. It was puffy and tender. That’s also when you realized that the tip of your finger was black and purple. You held you hand out in front of you and stared at it, wondering if you were going to lose that fingernail. Your eyes next drifted up to the thick bandage wrapped around your forearm and you could almost feel the searing pain of Alpha’s knife cutting into you again as you’d thrown your arm up to block her stroke.

“Nah, I wouldn’t say a mess,” Daryl drawled, bringing you back to the present. “A little worse for wear.” There was a thick silence. “Yer lucky Luke and Alden brought ya back so quick. The docs said—ya wouldn’t���a made it much longer.”

Your eyes refocused on him and you realized his nose was swollen and he had the vague outlines of slight bruising beneath his eyes. You felt a twinge of remorse for hitting him. “Sorry about before,” you murmured, ducking his gaze. “About, you know, punching you in the face.”

“S’alrigh’. Seemed like ya were pretty freaked out. I get it. Wakin’ up all beat up in a strange place… ain’t a good way to wake up.” There was a thick pause and then he jutted his thumb back over his shoulder. “‘M s’posed to go grab the docs when yer awake.”

“Wait—just—lemme go to the bathroom first. All these fluids, you know” you said, throwing the covers off yourself. “Uhh—here,” you said, offering Daryl back his knife.

“Ya can hang onto it,” he said. “Ya didn’t come in with one. And I’ve got another one anyhow,” he said, gesturing to an identical knife in its sheath at his hip.

You wilted a little at the thought of your lost knife. You’d had it for a long time. It had some sentimental value, but even beyond that it was a perfect weapon that you kept razor sharp religiously. “I hope it’s still buried in her fucking leg,” you growled. You set his knife down on the bed beside you.

Daryl looked worried as you started to swing your feet over the side of the bed. You found that you couldn’t sit or stand up completely straight. The pain in your abdomen and ribs was sharp and forced you to hunch over. You wrapped an arm around your stomach and forced in some deep breaths. Daryl hurried around the bed to stand next to you, his face painted with concern.

“I’m okay,” you said, perhaps reassuring yourself more than him. You glanced back toward the doorway and spotted your pack sitting up against the wall. “Can I have my pack? I just want to clean up a little.”

“Yeah. No problem.” Daryl retrieved it for you and watched as you rolled your IV stand and made your way over to the bathroom in the corner. He handed it to you at the doorway.

“Thanks,” you murmured, taking its weight and grimacing a little as it tugged on all the sore parts of you. “I’ll just be a minute.”

Behind the closed door, you leaned over a basin in front of the mirror, turning your face this way and that. You were bruised and swollen across one side. You poured a little water from the pitcher into the basin and washed your hands before splashing its coolness over your face and letting it drip back down into the water.

Then, you turned your attention to the IV again and tugged it out of your arm, removing the tape that had held it there and pressing your fingers over the small dot of blood that swelled there for a moment. You dug down into the bottom of your pack and retrieved the spare clothes you always kept there.

Lifting the cotton smock over your head with some difficulty with your sore and stiff muscles, you finally laid eyes on the dark bruising clouding your stomach and side. The knife wound was bandaged over, but it tugged and throbbed as you pulled your clothes on with no small amount of effort, forcing deep breaths in and out as you moved. You knew the ache and tightness of cracked ribs and recognized it immediately. The pain from Alpha’s blade was deep and ran through you like poison. Still, you did what you could to smooth your hair and tidy up. You felt less helpless, less weak with each piece of yourself you put back together. The only problem was—

There was a knock on the door followed by a woman’s voice. “Are you alright? My name is Enid. I’m the doctor here at Hilltop. Do you need help?”

You answered by pulling the door open, pack in hand.

“Whoa,” came another voice behind her. You looked past her shoulder to see Daryl standing with another man. You recognized him from when he restrained you during your panic attack. “You’re—you’re dressed. You’re—” he broke off, glancing over at Daryl as if for help, but Daryl’s expression was equally as bewildered and worried.

“Where are my boots?” you asked. You felt ridiculous standing there in your socks.

“Yer boots?” Daryl repeated, incredulous.

“You can’t leave,” Enid said desperately, pleading with you. “The amount of blood you lost—and the surgery! This wasn’t a minor injury! We expected you to stay in bed for at least three or four more days.”

Your expression was impassive. “I’m pretty sure that if I want to leave, I can leave,” you retorted. “My boots,” you said again.

“Okay,” the other man said gently, stepping forward. “Let’s all just talk this out. I’m Siddiq. I’m the doctor at another allied community and—”

Your brow furrowed heavily. “What do you mean?” you interrupted.

“What?” he asked.

“Another community. What do you mean? There’s more than one around here?”

“Uhh—” Siddiq glanced at Daryl, clearly unsure how much he should tell you. Michonne had kept Alexandria so closed off, and he wasn’t sure if he should even answer this question.

Daryl nodded stiffly. “Yeah. Around,” he said vaguely. “Ya can’t seriously be thinkin’ of leavin’ in the damn shape yer in,” he drawled. “Ya can hardly lift yer pack.”

“I’m beyond thinking. I’m going,” you said. You gritted your teeth and lifted your pack up onto your shoulder, stifling the grimace that wanted to twist your face. “I appreciate all the care and I’m sorry to have taken up so much of your time and supplies… so if you’d just get my boots, please, and I’ll be out of—”

Enid tried again. “If you leave now, you’re going to be risking infection and possibly re-injuring yourself. It could be extremely serious! You could suffer internal bleeding and die if you rip a stitch! You’re in no shape to be fighting the dead or even lifting your pack for that matter!” she implored you.

She was baffled as you seemed unmoved. When you spoke again, your voice was steady and no less determined. “I will be just fine. I always am. Now, someone please get my goddamn boots and the rest of my gear.”

“Hey! Woooaaah…” Two more figures appeared in the doorway and you recognized them as Luke and Alden immediately. Luke was standing just inside the threshold with a bundle of flowers in his hands, looking gob smacked to see you vertical.

Alden was equally shocked. “You’re on your feet already. I’d say I’m surprised but after seein’ you out there, I’m not really.” He looked right at Enid. “Should she be on her feet already?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

“No! She shouldn’t!” Enid said, exasperated.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, passing a hand over your face. Your head was still throbbing. “Where are my damn boots?!” you snapped. Outside, you heard your raven Achilles let out a hoarse croak. He must have heard your voice.

Daryl gulped and stepped forward. “Alrigh’. I think—this is too much at once. Lemme just talk to her for a minute,” he said. “Just give us a minute, yeah?”

Luke awkwardly stepped forward and laid the flowers he’d brought down on the bed beside Daryl’s knife. “We just wanted to say ‘thanks’,” he said hastily, before filing out with the others, looking worried. The air was heavy between you and Daryl for a moment as he paced back and forth slightly, two steps one way and two steps the other.

Finally, he stopped, and leaned forward with his hands on the rail of the bed. “So, those arrows ya use… the feathers on ‘em. They from yer raven? Uhh, from Achilles?” he asked.

He watched your brow furrow, perplexed at the vast change of subject. “Yeah…” you answered hesitantly.

He nodded, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment, out of nerves or contemplation. “He give ‘em to ya?” he asked.

You were still staring at him with suspicion. “He—he molts once a year. Sometimes he brings the molted feathers to me. Sometimes I help him when they’re ready to molt. It can be uncomfortable for him.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, nodding. “Dog sheds once a year too. All year,” he joked, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards.

Your eyes narrowed. “Look, are you gonna get me the rest of my stuff or what? You can’t talk me back into that hospital bed.”

He sighed and scratched absently at the back of his head. “Yeah. Yeah, I know… any idiot could see that.”

You could feel the slight shake of panic starting to rise in your chest again. “Am I a prisoner or not?”

He shook his head. “Ya know ya ain’t. We’re just worried about somethin’ bad happenin’ to ya. Ya’ve just been through a lot.”

What you’d just been through wasn’t even close to the worst things that you’d endured. But you weren’t about to tell him that. People expected explanations if you said things like that, and an explanation was not something you were willing to give, nor did you feel you owed, despite this group potentially saving your life. “I’m not your problem! I’m not your community’s to worry about. If you don’t remember, I told you when we last met to forget about me. And somehow, I still ended up here…” you trailed off.

He let out a wry laugh. “A woman livin’ in a tree with a pet raven saves me from a horde in the middle of a storm. Ain’t fuckin’ likely anybody is forgettin’ that. Not to mention these people wearin’ skin masks that you seem to know about. But that ain’t why yer here. Yer here cuz ya saved two of us again and we’re just tryin’ to return the favor. So, if ya don’t wanna stay here in the clinic, fine. If ya wanna hold onto my knife, fine. But just let us take care of ya until yer a bit more back on your feet.”

“Seems to me like I’m already on my feet,” you said. “I just need the rest of my gear. My boots and my bow.”

Daryl sighed and ducked his head for a moment. He let out a frustrated sigh. If reason wasn’t working, he decided to level with you. “I’m gonna ask ya for one favor I ain’t got no right to ask.” He straightened up and fixed his blue eyes back on you. “Tell us what ya know about these—these Shepherds as ya call ‘em. I can tell ya know a lot more than ya’ve said.”

He saw the muscle in your cheek tense as you clenched your jaw.

“Ya’ve fought ‘em before.” It wasn’t a question.

You were kicking yourself for slipping earlier… when your head was foggier from meds and pain, and you’d said they should have left you to die and killed Alpha. You shouldn’t have said that.

“They killed our friend out there, when ya were savin’ me and Dog. They stuck a knife in his back. He was—he was the leader of this place. A great person and a brother,” Daryl said. You could hear the grief in his voice as a tightness.

You felt yourself softening and your chest ached in a new way, not from your wounds but from the deep well of sorrow that you also carried. Daryl’s voice began dredging it up. You ducked your head for a moment to gather yourself, and your voice was less hard when you spoke. “I’m sorry about your friend.”

“Yeah. Me too,” Daryl drawled.

“And I appreciate the care your people have shown me, but—this isn’t my place,” you said steadily. “And it’s not my responsibility. And I need to go. I have to go.”

It was in that moment, the way you’d said you had to, that Daryl realized what was truly going on. It was something in your voice. You felt unsafe here. For whatever reason, whether logical or not, you felt unsafe. And having felt that way for a large portion of his life, arguably most of it, he didn’t think he could ask you to stay.

Daryl was about to respond, when he heard bootsteps behind him. Michonne and Tara appeared, with Enid behind them.

Daryl turned and let out a long sigh when he saw the women standing in the doorway. You looked on, guarded.

“I’m sorry,” Enid said. “I’m just worried and—”

Tara stepped forward, cutting her off. She looked right at you. “My name is Tara. I’m… I guess, I’m the leader here now. Enid said you’re planning to leave, but I want to ask you to stay. Please. Just for a little bit longer.” Her voice was kind and pleading, but you could feel the panic in you increasing, rising toward a scream.

Your eyes flickered over to the woman behind her and then back to Tara. She had dark skin and long locs swept over her shoulder. You looked back at Tara. “There’s more to this than concern about my injuries,” you said flatly. “You want to know what I know. Daryl already asked.”

“Will you help?” Tara asked, that same imploring expression on her face.

You gulped and ducked her eyes. “I need to go.”

“Go where?” the other woman asked, stepping forward now too.

Daryl turned toward her. “Michonne—” he said in a low voice. “She dun have to stay here. We’ve still got the girl.”

Your ears pricked up at that.

Michonne answered in an undertone, but it was still loud enough for you to hear. “At least half of what that girl has been saying is total bullshit. You said so yourself. She’s one of them. According to you, this woman isn’t. Who do you think is more likely to talk and tell us the truth?”

Daryl ran a hand over his mouth. “She dun wanna talk and she dun wanna stay and I ain’t gonna force her. And nobody else is either,” he said. “She’s been through enough. It ain’t our call if she wants to go.” He was putting his foot down. If you wanted to leave, you’d be allowed to leave. He wanted no part of keeping you someplace you felt unsafe, regardless of whether or not he understood why. He spun around, however, when you spoke again.

“What girl?” you asked, your eyes narrowed and interested.

They all turned to look at you, but Tara was the one to answer. “Michonne and Daryl caught one of them after they killed our—our friend. A teenage girl. We have her here,” she explained, clearly hoping to keep you interested.

You gulped at the tightness in your throat from the panic that had been slowly rising and you did your best to shove it back down. “Can I see her?” you asked.

Daryl looked confused. “Ya wanna see the girl?” he asked. “Why?”

You pulled in a few deep breaths. “Because like you said, I know about The Shepherds.”

Daryl glanced at Tara and she shrugged. “It’s fine with me.” Michonne nodded.

“Alrigh’,” Daryl drawled, looking back over at you. “Ya can follow me.”

“Wait. My damn boots,” you said.

“Oh. Righ’,” Daryl said. “Sorry. Enid?”

Enid nodded and went to fetch them.

“Bring her bow and quiver too,” Daryl called after her. He turned again and gave you a nod.

You stood awkwardly until Enid returned with your boots and the rest of your gear, including your hooded cloak, which you also hastily pulled on. It was ripped and stained from your fight with Alpha, but you paid it no mind. Next, you took a seat on the bed to pull your boots on, but bending over to try and tug them on was excruciating and you couldn’t stop the sharp hiss you drew in through your teeth or the way your hand flew to land over the wound in your side.

Daryl chewed on his bottom lip nervously for just a moment before rushing to help you. He knelt down in front of you and looked up expectantly.

“I can—”

“—do it? ‘M sure ya can. But it didn’t look pleasant and ‘m already here so just lemme help ya,” he said.

Something about this obviously strong man kneeling down in front of you to help you with your damn shoes was entirely unbalancing. You felt slightly light-headed as you conceded, kicking your feet into them and waiting as he laced them up for you. He stood and gave you a nod and you slipped off the edge of the bed feeling a little sheepish. “Thanks,” you murmured.

“Mhm,” he hummed. He handed you your bow and your (empty) quiver. “C’mon.”

Michonne, Tara, and Enid were already waiting outside and exchanged a few words with Daryl at the clinic door before he started down the steps and across a grassy area.

You’d hardly set a foot outside before Achilles was overhead, cawing and making the strange bubbling noise he was so found of. He hovered for a moment on the breeze and then dropped down onto your shoulder.

Daryl watched as your face lit up and you greeted him affectionately. Your smile was wide and open, and for a moment all the tension had vanished from your face and body.

“Hey there, you,” you cooed softly to the bird, scratching gently beneath his shiny black bill. “Were you worried?” He let out a few clicks with his beak in response as you stroked his glossy feathers. “I’m alright. Why don’t you go find some food, hmm?” Achilles let out another happy sound and took off, his feet pressing firmly into your shoulder for a brief moment and then lifting just as quickly.

“What does he like?” Daryl asked. “We can get somethin’ for him.”

You tore your eyes away from Achilles’ graceful wing beats and met Daryl’s gaze. “It’s alright. I’m sure he’ll find something. We’ve taken enough of your supplies,” you said seriously.

“It’s alrigh’. Ya saved Alden and Luke. And me and Dog. Wonder where that rascal has gotten to anyway?” he mused, scratching the side of his head absently. He finally sighed and shook his head. “C’mon. It’s this way.”

Despite the relatively warm morning, you drew your cloak around yourself and pulled up your hood as you glanced around, something Daryl noticed and marked. There were people milling about with mugs and food, talking and perhaps sharing the morning news. You ducked your head as eyes were drawn to you and followed your progress across the grassy space. You tried your hardest not to limp and to not lag behind Daryl’s long strides. The sound of metal striking metal drifted to you from a blacksmith workshop across the way, and the two of you stopped to let a woman leading a horse pass in front of you on the way to the stable. There was so much to take in that you were overwhelmed. You felt your mouth drop partially open. There was a man rocking a baby and a couple kids playing nearby. There were raised bed gardens and wooden tables and a carpentry workshop. There were rows of trailer houses and laundry hung up to dry on long lines.

Your eyes were wide as you glanced around, stunned. You looked up at the stately house on top of the hill and your steps faltered. Daryl slowed and turned to read your reaction.

“Tha’s why we call it Hilltop,” he drawled, wandering back to stand next to you.

You jumped a little as he spoke and your eyes snapped back to his face.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle ya,” he murmured. “Almost there.”

He led you around the side of the main building and stopped in front of a set of cellar doors set into the ground. He paused for a moment, listening, and you could hear muffled voices drifting up from inside. “Ya ready?” he asked, completely unsure what to expect when the two of you descended those steps.

You nodded and adjusted the strap of your pack over your shoulder.

Daryl heaved the doors open and the two of you went down the steep staircase into the cellar. The talking had stopped immediately when the doors creaked open and it was silent as you stepped down onto the dirt floor. It was dark in the cellar with just the small amount of daylight streaming in through the barred windows.

Daryl stopped halfway into the space and pointed toward the first cell as you lingered back by the stairs. “In there,” he said.

You heard movement in the cell closer to him and a blonde teenage boy appeared at the bars, hands gripping the cold iron. “Who’s that?” he asked, craning to try to get a look at you as you took slow steps toward the other cell. “Daryl, who is that?” he asked more urgently.

“Quiet,” Daryl growled at him, arms crossed and leaning back against the wall.

You stopped about a foot away from the bars of the first cell and your breath caught in your throat. You recognized the somewhat lanky, filthy girl huddled on the floor in the corner. Daryl watched as you pulled your hood down and peered in.

The girl suddenly stood, almost violently, and took a few steps forward, gaping at you through the bars. “You,” she said, unable to completely hide her surprise at seeing you standing there.

You nodded slightly. “Yeah. Me.” You forced in a deep breath in hopes of slowing your pounding heart. “Lydia.”

“Daryl, who is that?” Henry asked again. Daryl quieted him with a stern look.

Lydia crossed her arms tightly over her chest, as if to shield herself. “What are you doing here?”

“Did you think I was dead?” you asked her. Daryl was scrutinizing your tone, your body language, and Lydia’s but neither of you was giving anything away.

She hesitated and then shook her head. “No.” She paused. “You’ve killed some of them,” she said.

You nodded. “Yes.”

“Why? You got away so why can’t you just leave us alone?” she snapped suddenly.

Your voice was low and dangerous when you spoke again and you moved in close to the bars. “You shouldn’t talk about shit you know nothing about,” you growled. “The ones I’ve killed, have deserved it.”

“I know enough! We’re just trying to live out there like everybody else!” Lydia snapped.

And then you laughed, a wry, disbelieving kind of laugh. “We both know that’s not fucking true. Keep trying.” You shook your head. “How can you defend her? You of all people?”

At that, Lydia gave you a glare and then marched away and sunk back down into the corner of her cell. You sighed and passed a hand over your face. Daryl could see a slight shake in your fingers. You turned back to him. “I think I’m done here,” you said, and you made for the stairs.

Daryl followed you out, sparing a glance for Lydia as he passed. She looked small and defeated where she sat huddled in the corner.

Tara was waiting at the top of the stairs. “Listen in to them,” Daryl whispered to her as he passed and she nodded. You were already a short distance away, pulling your hood up again and trying to slow your racing heart. Daryl stopped beside you expectantly.

You sighed and shut your eyes for a moment, shaking your head. He thought you looked… remorseful? He gave you a questioning glance.

“That didn’t exactly go great,” you said, perhaps more to yourself than to him.

“I didn’t know what to expect so… ain’t sure I could call it either way.”

“She’s completely closed off. And honestly, I don’t know if you’ll be able to break her open,” you said, catching his blue eyes. Daryl looked back at you, puzzled. “Right… you have no idea—um… with that girl in there? You’ve landed yourself right in the middle of a heaping, steaming pile of shit,” you said.

“Think we already were in deep shit before her,” Daryl said cautiously.

You let out another dry laugh. “No. See…” you sighed, wondering how to explain and how much to reveal. “Alpha is the leader of those corpse-face wearing weirdos. The Shepherds. Or the Whisperers, I think you called them? Alpha is the one who nearly killed me after I ran into your people captive out there. That girl in that cell? Lydia. That’s Alpha’s daughter.”

Daryl’s brow furrowed heavily, casting shadows over his blue eyes.

“Yeah. Exactly.”

“So, is this Alpha gonna come lookin’ for her?” Daryl asked.

You were stoic for a moment, thinking. “If I had to guess, I’d say yes. But it has more to do with control than love.”

“What do you mean?”

You looked suddenly sad. “Keep talking to her. Maybe you will get through to her… She’s just a scared kid.”

“How d’ya know all this? How’d ya know it’d be Lydia we were talkin’ about?”

“Kids don’t last in Alpha’s world. Look, I’ve already said more than I wanted to,” you replied, ducking your head. “It’s past time for me to go.”

Daryl chewed on his bottom lip for a long moment. He wished he could convince you to stay, but he couldn’t forget what he’d heard in your voice back in the clinic. “Yeah… ‘m sorry ev’rybody was pushin’ ya so hard. Ya not wantin’ to stay here any longer—I get it,” he drawled.

You gave him a wry smile as you adjusted your bow over your back, and Daryl was surprised by the way his heart jumped in response. “No. You don’t. But if you fuck with The Shepherds, with Alpha… you will.” And that just about sent a chill up Daryl’s back.

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Five-Point Star (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Bodyguard/Assassin!Chan x Mercenary!F.Reader Themes: Smut | bit of Fluff | Angst | Strangers to lovers to enemies but lovers? (i don’t even know how to categorise this one) Word Count: ~6k | AO3 Synopsis: With a career like yours, you knew you shouldn’t let yourself fall in love. But honestly, in retrospect, there was no way you wouldn’t have fallen in love with Chris. After meeting him, you couldn’t help but hope that he’d be the last person you fell this deeply for–maybe foolishly so… Warnings: pet names · cold weapons · firearms · questionable morals · graphic depictions of violence · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut) · open ending.

Author’s Note: as soon as i watched the 5-STAR trailer my creative juices started flowing, and i set camp in my google docs until this piece was born. please don’t hesitate to let me know if i missed any warnings… this one’s a bit sad (or, at least, it made me sad). i apologise in advance. thanks once again to @straylightdream and @cursed-mars-bars for reading this and letting me know it didn’t suck💜

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

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Smut Warnings: unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control] · finger sucking · some praising, of course · oral [F&M Rec] · rimming [F.Rec] · nipple play · creampie · overstimulation · multiple orgasms

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

In your line of work, it was hard to have any kind of interpersonal relationships. Having either platonic or romantic connections posed a risk, not only to you, but also to the others involved. 

Even then, you were a firm believer that, as long as no one knew your identity while you were ‘on the clock’, was enough for you to keep at least a handful of people close to you. You had a few close friends, some with a similar profession to yours, some just office or retail workers that had no idea what you did for a living. What you didn’t have, though, was a romantic partner.

It was tough to keep a relationship going when you couldn’t tell them what you did to bring food to the table. You’d always dance around the topic fairly easily, but, eventually, the situation would become unsustainable, and either you or the other person decided to break things off.

You’d been single for a while now–a long, long while–and you honestly had no active desire to find yourself a romantic companion. That was…until you met Chris.

Chris was a friend of a friend of a friend, someone you had seen once or twice at the odd social gathering you attended. He was incredibly handsome, but, most importantly, he was funny, always made you laugh whenever you interacted, and also seemed to have similar interests to yours. 

In a twist of fate–and against your better judgement–you ended up going on a date with him. A date that, surprisingly, ended with you and him tangled in his bedsheets. That night, you discovered that, not only were you compatible with Chris when it came to opinions on the current state of the world, on the theories for the next season of your favourite shows, but also in bed.

It was honestly almost crazy how good he made you feel, how there seemed to be sparks flying in the air whenever your bodies touched in any way, and, not to throw roses on your own garden, but you were confident that you made him feel good, too. So much so, the next morning, when you had to leave and he’d kissed the oxygen out of your lungs before dropping the most adorable ‘You’ll call me back, right?’ you knew you had no escape, that there was no way you’d pass up this opportunity.

Five months down the line and you already had a Christopher-shaped hole in your heart. You knew it was stupid, that it was dangerous, but you just couldn’t help it. Not when he was quite possibly the best romantic partner you’d ever had–to be fair, the bar was already quite low, but he still managed to jump ten metres over it.

In any relationship you’d ever had you always avoided the topic of work, not only yours, but the other person’s, too. If you avoided asking about their job, maybe they wouldn’t ask about yours, that was your reasoning. However, you’d discovered that people loved to talk about their jobs, that some people even made them their one and only topic of conversation, which was incredibly inconvenient.

Thankfully, Chris didn’t talk about work at all. Not his, nor yours. You had no idea what he did for a living, all you could infer was that it paid enough for him to live comfortably in his cosy flat. You honestly didn’t care, he could keep that information to himself as long as you could keep yours as well.

What you did for a living was probably not the most morally right career path, but it was your family trade. You’d been trained for it since you were very young, so it was honestly a no brainer for you. Some people called it a gun for hire, some called it being a mercenary, you, personally, didn’t particularly feel like calling it anything at all.

People hired you whenever they needed someone kidnapped, tortured, or killed. And, although you had killed for your job before, you almost always tried to turn those offers down. Clean-up was messy, and even if you hardly had any empathy for your targets, killing them always made you feel a bit uneasy.

Two nights ago you were called in for a job, the kidnapping of the eldest son of the Kim family that ruled the capital city. Seungmin, his name was. Based on the investigation you’d done he was younger than you, a bit rowdy, and an apparent oddball. He, very inconveniently for you, also had a handful of very skilled bodyguards protecting him at all times.

You couldn’t find any records of those bodyguards of his, only that they called themselves the Five-Point Stars, and that they were good at what they did. Regardless, you had a lot of confidence in your own abilities. After all, never once had you lost a fight, nor been unable to finish one of your jobs–although you’d been close to being killed sometimes, you’d admit.

As soon as you woke up, you started to recount the plan you had put together for your mission tonight.

After wiretapping his personal tailor’s phone, you heard him tell someone how he had prepared Seungmin’s suit for the night. You knew Seungmin was going to attend a screening of a new movie that was financed by his father. It’d be dark, crowded, and the perfect setting for you to sneak in, get him unconscious, take him out of there, and hopefully outsmart his bodyguards.

A particularly loud snore next to you snapped you out of your focus, and you turned around to find Chris on his back, with an arm over his eyes and his mouth slightly open. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, and, for a moment, even if just for this morning, you decided you wanted to enjoy being just a regular civilian instead of a trained assassin.

“Baby…” You reached for Chris’ shoulder to lightly shake him awake. “Baby, wake up”.

Chris’ whole body tensed. His hand flew to catch yours that was shaking him awake, and he held it in a tight grip. Throughout your relationship you’d discovered that Chris had incredibly quick reflexes, and a very intense fight or flight response, so his sudden movement didn’t faze you in the slightest. “W–what?”

“You were about to choke, baby. You need to move”, throughout your relationship, you’d also learnt that Chris suffered from a sleeping disorder. You found out about it the first time he woke you up in the middle of the night gasping for air.

Poor thing, he’d been so embarrassed while he told you about it, but you were quick to reassure him that you didn’t mind, if anything, it only made you worry about him.

Because that was how important Chris was to you. Important enough for you to care about his sleeping habits, important enough that he warmed your cold heart.

So now, any time you were awake and you heard him snore particularly loudly, you woke him up before he could choke on his spit.

“Ah… Thank you, sweetheart”, he mumbled, clearly still half asleep. 

Chris turned to his side, scooting closer to you and pulling you into his arms. You couldn’t help the small giggle that left your lips as soon as your head was tucked under his chin, just like he seemed to not be able to contain his at all, either. 

The feeling of his bare skin against yours was incredibly comforting, his warmth seeped into you, reaching areas deep within your heart that no one else ever had before.

As you laid there in his arms, as you heard his heartbeat under your ear, and as you felt the minute rumbles of his snoring resume, you realised this was probably the happiest you’d ever been with a partner, and you hoped that your relationship with Chris would be the last one you ever had.

Getting into the movie screening was easy. Your specialty was sneaking around undetected, you’d learnt to walk without making a sound–no sound from your feet hitting the ground, nor your breath going in and out of your lungs, nor your clothes moving with the wind…

You’d also heard from Seungmin’s tailor–whose name was apparently Hyunjin–that the Kims had a special, private room in this particular cinema, so that was likely where the eldest son of the family would be.

Finding this room was the hard part. It wasn’t in any of the blueprints of the building, so you spent a good hour surveying the place, until you finally saw a waiter coming out from what seemed to be a simple wall.

Tightening the hood over your head, making sure the lower part of your face was covered properly by your kerchief, you made your way to that wall to inspect it closely. There was a tile on the wall that was shaped differently than the others. It was barely perceptible, just a tad smaller than the ones around it, so you pressed on it, and immediately you were able to push what you now knew was a door camouflaged as part of the wall.

As soon as you stepped into the room, you saw Seungmin, sitting on what looked to be a very comfortable armchair, watching the movie from behind the glass that kept this area hidden from the rest of the auditorium. 

Slowly, you approached him, careful to not make a single sound as you unclipped the rope you had attached to your belt. Before you could use it, though, you felt a slight disturbance in the air around you, and every single one of your senses zeroed in on the direction of it.

In a second, you ducked, just barely missing the bat that had been swung your way.

“Chan!” You heard Seungmin scream, but you didn’t dare turn to look at him, not when his bodyguard had all his attention on you.

It was just one man. You could barely make out the features of his face, not only because it was dark, but also because he had a mask covering the lower half of his face, and because he was moving so fast you could hardly take in anything else.

The man, Chan, based on the name Seungmin had screamed, certainly put up a good fight. Any blow you sent his way he blocked without much difficulty, just like you did his. It was a pretty on par encounter, but you were running out of time. The longer you stayed there, the more time you were giving them to get back-up, so you reasoned the wisest choice was to retreat. This mission was getting way too dangerous, and if they captured you it’d all be over.

Chan wasn’t giving up, though, and he was making it incredibly hard for you to make your escape. You managed to kick him in the chest, but aside from a grunt of discomfort he didn’t relent, and, with a swing of his bat, he was able to land a hit on your arm.

It was painful, yes, but you could hardly feel it with the adrenaline pumping through your system. Taking a knife from their designated place on your bodice, you threw it in Chan’s direction. It didn’t stab him, but it did manage to cut one side of his mask, enough to distract him so you could make your escape.

By the time you were out of the cinema the place was full of guards, so you knew your night was over.

It didn’t matter. 

You hadn’t lost. You were just experiencing a set-back.

“Missed you so much, gorgeous”, Chris mumbled between kisses, further pressing you against the back of your front door.

“Missed you, too”, was all you mumbled back, unable to keep your lips away from his for too long.

You hadn’t seen Chris for seven whole days. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to, you were honestly desperate to see him, but once you were back at your place after your failed attempt to kidnap Seungmin you realised how hurt your body was.

That guy Chan had certainly done a number on you, and the only thing that kept you from bursting into flames by the rage you felt, was the fact that you were sure you’d done a number on him, too.

Your bruises had now just started to fade, so you figured they were now normal-looking enough that your boyfriend wouldn’t think much about them. 

You were supposed to go out for dinner tonight, but as soon as Chris was at your doorstep, as soon as his lips were on yours, you both quickly realised you didn’t want to go for dinner anymore. How could you, when the taste of each other was much better than any meal you could possibly have?

“Come here”, Chris pulled himself away from you, taking a hold of your hand and tugging you towards the sofa. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking about those nudes you sent me”.

You couldn’t help the smirk that came to your face. Of course he couldn’t stop thinking about the pictures you sent him. That was their entire purpose, after all. They were simple, really, but clearly enough to rile him up. It was just you riding one of your favourite dildos, with your ass on full display for him to ogle.

Chris pushed you to the sofa. As soon as you were seated he dropped to his knees, and spread you open for him. Wearing a skirt to your date was certainly the wisest choice you made tonight.

“Maybe I should send you a video next time. I’ll ride it just like I ride you”, you said, just as you lifted your hips enough for him to pull your underwear down your legs.

“Fuck, you spoil me too much”, was the last thing to come out of Chris’ mouth before he dived between your legs. His lips found your clit with expert ease, gently sucking on it.

Your entire body came alight, a moan of his name escaped your mouth, and you brought a hand to his head so you could tug on his curls, just how you knew he liked it. “So fucking good with your mouth, baby, fuck…”

Chris simply hummed in response, sending vibrations through your body, making you whine.

With his hands on the back of your thighs, he pushed your legs further towards your chest, getting better access to your centre. Chris had very quickly learnt his way around your body, and he’d even shown you new ways in which you could feel good, ways you’d never even imagined you’d get to experience.

His tongue changed focus, from your clit to your entrance, diligently licking your folds, and he groaned at the taste of you on his tongue once he pushed it within your walls. He stayed there for a while, occasionally coming back up to lick and suck on your clit only to come back down to slurp you up. Until he finally moved further down so he could lick the tender skin of your ass, all while he stimulated your clit with his fingers, making you shiver. 

Desire pooled in the pit of your stomach, and the most pathetic whine left your mouth as soon as he started to lave at your skin. You would’ve never thought how good this could feel, never let a partner come anywhere near your ass, but one night, after drinking one too many beers, the topic of things you would’ve liked to try in bed came up. 

You could still remember the look on Chris’ face when he confidently said ‘I’d really like to eat your ass. Like, would love to, honestly’. And maybe it’d been the fact that you were a bit tipsy, or the fact that he was so utterly unashamed when he said it, or maybe even the fact that you trusted Chris like you’d never trusted anyone else before, but you weren’t entirely displeased with the idea… So you gave it a try, and now you couldn’t even fathom getting head if you didn’t feel his tongue on your ass at least once.

Without detaching his mouth from your sensitive skin, he brought two fingers to your mouth, and you wasted no time on wrapping your lips around them, sucking on them, licking them. You couldn’t help but moan around his digits, and Chris simply gave you a satisfied hum in response.

He let you enjoy the feeling of his fingers in your mouth for a while, until they were thoroughly coated in your saliva. As soon as he removed them from between your lips, he brought them to your entrance and pushed them into you, to the last knuckle. “C’mon, baby. Show me your pretty tits. Hm?”

You just nodded in response, unable to form a sentence with the now relentless pace of his fingers continuously hitting the most sensitive areas within your walls. With trembling fingers, you unbuttoned your blouse and squeezed your breasts over the fabric of your lace bralette before you pulled them out of the cups.

“Shit, look at you… Touch them, baby. Just how you like it”.

So you complied, lightly dragging your fingers over your now stiff nipples, sending tiny shocks of pleasure up and down your spine with the motion. The stimulation you were giving to your chest, Chris’ fingers going in and out of your cunt, and the dirty words coming out of his mouth brought you close to the edge, and you started to feel incredibly desperate for your relief.

“Chris, baby…” You whined as Chris sped up his motions, as you rolled your nipples between your fingers.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Chris’ voice was so soft, a complete contrast to the brutal pace of his fingers.

“Want your–Your mouth”, you could barely hold eye contact anymore, seeing the desire in his eyes brought heat to your cheeks. It was always the same when he found himself between your legs, he always looked at you like you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, and it made you feel incredibly wanted. 

“Hmm… You sure that’s what you want?”

You nodded, a bit frantically, you’d admit. “Want your mouth to…make me come, please, love–”

You knew that the second the word ‘please’ left your mouth you’d get exactly what you asked for, and you barely registered the broken moan that flew past your lips as soon as his lips attached to your clit once again.

Chris’ movements didn’t relent until you were coming. They didn’t even relent while you were coming. He kept sucking on your clit, fucking you open with his fingers, turning you into a whimpering mess as he pushed you past the brink of overstimulation, and making you fall face first into a consecutive high.

When he was done with you, you were still trembling, panting, and he finally left his place on the floor to sit next to you on the sofa and pull you into his chest so he could softly caress your hair, mumbling sweet words of encouragement. ‘Mmm… Such a good girl, aren’t you, love? So good to me. You did well…’

You just hummed, burying your face in the crook of his neck to leisurely press kisses on his skin. 

As soon as you regained some of your composure, you kissed him. You kissed him with such want one would’ve thought he hadn’t just made you feel like you’d gone to the moon and back four times. You quickly undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and tugged them and his underwear down just enough to let his length free of its confinements.

In no time, you had straddled him and sunk yourself on his cock, eliciting a shared sigh of relief.

You sneaked a hand under his shirt just as you leaned in to kiss him again. His abdomen tensed and relaxed while you slowly traced every muscle with your fingertips, your soft caresses eliciting content sighs to fall from his lips and get lost in your mouth. Taking a hold of the hem of his shirt, you tried to get it off of his frame, but Chris shook his head, pulling your hands away and mumbling a “no time for that… God, bun, move…”

Chris held your ass tightly in his hands as you bounced on him. His mouth attached to your chest, sucking your nipples into his mouth so he could lick them, nibble on them. Under the unfaltering pace of your hips, it only took a handful of minutes to turn him into a moaning, whining mess.

“Fuck, baby… If you don’t slow down, I’ll blow”, Chris nuzzled his face on your chest, and you brought your hands to the back of his head, further pushing him into your cleavage.

“Good”, was all you told him, admittedly a bit breathless. “Need you to fill me up, Chris, baby… Need it so bad…”

Chris swore under his breath, and his hold on your buttocks tightened. It wasn’t long until you got exactly what you wanted. With a moan of your name, your boyfriend pumped you full of his release, making you whine at the warmth of his cum reaching deep inside you.

You didn’t stop moving, though.

Even if your thighs were burning, you kept bouncing on his cock, until his groans of relief turned into desperate whines, until he was whimpering against your chest and digging his short nails on the supple flesh of your buttcheeks.

“P–please…” You heard him whine, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t felt accomplished by the sound. That was when you took pity on him, finally sitting down fully on his lap and stopping your movements.

Chris groaned, exhaling all that air he’d been holding in while you overstimulated him. He threw his head back to rest it on the backrest of the sofa, looking eighty shades of fucked out of his mind. He was breathing heavily–as were you–and he could barely keep his eyes open, but he still let out an incredulous laugh, giving you one of his blinding smiles, making you smile in return.

Cupping your cheeks, he pulled you down for a kiss before he whispered, “I fucking love you”.

And once he said it, you finally let yourself voice those thoughts that had been roaming your mind for a while now, just before you leaned in for another kiss. “I love you, baby”.

By the time you had both thoroughly enjoyed one another, you were too tired to leave your place. So you ordered takeout, got into your comfiest pyjamas, and decided to have your dinner date in the warmth of your home while watching your favourite show together.

Although, to be fair, you didn’t get very far into the show. With your now full stomachs, Chris pulled you into his arms while you both laid on the sofa, softly caressing your hair as he sang to you, inadvertently lulling you to sleep.

This Chan guy was seriously testing your patience. 

Every time you tried to get to the Kim kid he’d always be there, he’d always manage to get you to back off. It was starting to hurt your pride, and, even if you were one to avoid killing, you started to genuinely consider taking his life just so he could stop being a nuance.

You’d had three other failed attempts at your task since that fiasco in the cinema, so tonight would hopefully be the day you succeeded. Seungmin was to attend a piano concert at one of the classic theatres his family owned, meaning he’d once again be in a dark, crowded place. There was no hidden room as far as you could tell from your surveillance earlier this week, so that gave you some semblance of peace.

You weren’t sure if it was the fact that this particular job was taking longer than usual to get it over with, or if it was the fact that you kept being forced to retreat by that one bodyguard of Seungmin’s time and time again, but lately you’d been incredibly frustrated, and it seemed like the only way to get that frustration out of your system was to get it fucked out of you. Luckily, even if your boyfriend didn’t know what was going on, he had been giving you exactly what you needed and more any time you asked for it.

The droplets falling down Chris’ pecs and his toned stomach added a delightful shine to his physique, yet you could hardly focus on any of it. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of his cock on your tongue, heavy and warm, the delicious sounds coming out of his mouth and bouncing off of his shower’s walls as you took him in and out of your throat, and the dark, lustful, but somehow still loving look in his eyes. 

“Shit… You always tell me how good I am with my mouth… But what about you, baby, huh?” Chris leaned his head back on the tiles, holding your head in place so he could start slowly thrusting into your mouth, making you moan.

You just couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him to fuck you dumb, you needed to further disconnect your mind from reality outside of these walls. So, with a tight grip on the base of his cock, you pulled your mouth off of Chris and started pumping him in your hand, looking him right in the eyes.

“Fuck me”.

Chris just laughed as soon as the words were out of your mouth. He swiftly helped you to your feet so he could turn you around and push your chest against the cold tile wall. “Someone woke up a bit needy today. Hm?”

“And what if I–Fuck…” You completely forgot where your sentence was going as soon as you felt your boyfriend push himself into you, stretching you open just so perfectly all you could do was rest your forehead against the wall when he started to move.

“Maybe you should move in…” Chris attached his lips to your shoulder, kissing and sucking on your skin as his hand found its way towards your front, right between your legs to diligently rub that sweet bud at the apex of your thighs. The mix of his motions between your legs, of the words he mumbled against your skin, and the obscene sound of your wet skin colliding time and time again was steadily clouding your reason, enough to genuinely consider what he was offering. “If you did, we could do this every day, sweetheart…”

“Maybe I should…” You were certainly delirious, there was no way you could live with another person while trying to keep your trade a secret. But the longer you stayed in that shower, relishing the company and precise motions of your boyfriend, the more you wanted to believe it was possible.

Even after he’d coaxed a mind-numbing orgasm out of you, after he’d stuffed you full of his cum, and after he’d helped you dry your hair with the hairdryer he kept in one of the drawers of his bathroom, when you both were getting dressed in his bedroom, you desperately wanted to believe it was possible to have a normal life. Maybe you should start considering retirement… But would you be able to live a civilian life without the thrill of your job? You weren’t too sure. For Chris, though, you might try…

“Come here, bun”, Chris suddenly held your waist and dropped to his bed, bringing you down with him. All you did was laugh, scrambling to find a comfortable position on top of him so you could kiss him.

He was really giggly today, and the sound warmed you up. You dragged your fingers over his still damp curls as you peppered his face with kisses, chuckling with mirth and an immense amount of love for this man that had managed to make you feel a bit normal again. 

“Pretty?” Chris tried to get your attention. You just hummed in response to let him know you were listening, but you didn’t stop pressing kisses on his cheek.

With his hands on your waist, he tried to get you to look at him. “Listen, baby. There’s…there’s something I’d like to tell you…”

You finally pulled yourself away a bit, enough to look him in the eyes. He looked incredibly serious, more than you had ever seen him over the course of your relationship, and it gave you pause.

Chris opened his mouth to speak, but before any words came out, the obnoxious ringtone of his phone interrupted him. With a roll of his eyes and an annoyed sigh, he gently pushed you off of him, muttering a ‘Gimme a sec, gotta take this…’

You watched Chris leave the bedroom entirely before you stood up from his bed and continued getting dressed. You could hear your boyfriend’s hushed voice coming from the living room, but you couldn’t make out a single word. Maybe it was for the best, you honestly didn’t like to pry on his private conversations. After all, you’d hate it if he tried to eavesdrop on yours, all things considered.

By the time he was back you had already gotten yourself into a fresh set of clothes. There was a frown on his face, but it quickly disappeared the moment he spotted you by his mirror.

Standing behind you, he placed his hands on your belly, pulling you back towards his chest as he pressed kisses on your neck. You just hummed, watching him through the mirror and melting in his hold. 

“Babe”, you mumbled, getting him to open his eyes and look at you through the mirror. He rested his chin on your shoulder, intently listening to you. “What’d you want to tell me?”

Chris took a deep breath, pulling himself away from you to take a hold of your hips once you turned around and looped your arms around his neck. “It’s nothing urgent. Say… What if we go on a little vacation to the coast this weekend?”

“Mmm… A little escapade?” You chuckled, and Chris hummed in response, cupping your cheek with one hand to pull you in for a kiss.

If everything went well tonight, you’d more than appreciate some time to wind down from the entire thing, and spending the entire weekend relaxing, barely even clothed, listening to the waves crashing against the breakwater with Chris sounded like absolute heaven. It’d be like your own little celebration for your win over that insufferable guard dog of Seungmin’s.

“Sounds like a great idea, baby”, you told your boyfriend as soon as his lips detached from yours, smiling brightly at him.

The sound of the piano could be heard perfectly even outside of the theatre. You didn’t know the name of the piece, but it was clear that it was being played by expert hands. Even if you were mostly impassive whenever you fell into your…professional mode, you were still a bit on edge after months of having your plans ruined by Chan, so the melody floating in the air certainly helped soothe you a bit.

The corridors to the main hall were empty, completely quiet save for the sound of the piano bouncing off of the walls. The old construction was a bit difficult to navigate, but you’d gotten well acquainted with the place throughout the past week, so you found your way to the concert hall with ease.

Everything was dark, save for the lights shining on the stage, illuminating the silhouette of the musician sitting on one of the three pianos that’d been set on the podium. 

Something felt odd, though.

In an instant, you noticed the emptiness in the hall. The music stopped, replaced by a loud bang and the sound of the bullet hitting the wall, right where your head had been just seconds before your instincts kicked in and you moved away.

It was a trap.

You’d stupidly let them lure you in here, where Seungmin was, very clearly, not even present.

No matter. You might not get your target tonight, but you could still get your peace back.

Chan kept firing at you from the stage, and you continued to expertly dodge his bullets as you swiftly got closer to him. Somewhere in the back of your mind you could hear your father’s voice from back when he was training you, telling you that chasing after someone that wasn’t the one you’d been hired to attack was foolish, that it’d put you at risk. You didn’t care, this was personal now.

Taking one of the knives from your bodice, you threw it in Chan’s direction, just barely missing his form when he ducked out of the way. It felt like it lasted for a long time, you throwing knives at him, and him shooting at you, until you made it to the stage and he had no option but to physically fight you.

He was incredibly agile, but so were you. Especially after having fought him so many times. You’d picked up his tells, how he shifted his weight on his heel before he threw a punch, how he moved slightly to the left when he kicked, so it’d gotten easier to counterattack each and every single one of his moves.

Chan was good at what he did… But you were better.

With a kick to his knee and a push on his chest, you managed to send him to the floor and pin him under you. He tried to move, but you swiftly pressed one of your knives to his neck, effectively stopping his movements.

There was a moment of silence, a moment of you staring down at him, and a moment of him staring up at you.

This was the first time you’d actually gotten to see his face this clearly. There was usually barely any illumination whenever you’d fought before, and both of your quick movements made it easy to miss the details on the exposed areas of your faces. His straight hair pushed off of his forehead–save for one single piece that seemed to always be out of place–gave you plenty of room to see the blue contact lenses he wore. You couldn’t help but wonder if those were simply for aesthetic purposes, or if they held any sort of special tech quality to them–he worked for the Kims, after all.

There was something eerily familiar in the way his eyebrows furrowed, in his eyes, even with the obviously fake blue colour. Whether you were going to kill him or not, you suddenly felt an intense need to see his face. All of it. So, with your free hand, you hooked your finger on the side of his mask so you could pull it off.

For a split second, you couldn’t help but wonder if your eyes were playing a trick on you. Despite the straight hair and the blue contacts, the curve of his lips and the shape of his nose were so distinct there was just no way this man could be anyone else.

You tried to never speak while on the clock. After all, your voice might be a very good indicator of your identity. It might’ve been the shock of seeing such a familiar face, but you really couldn’t help the name from coming out of your mouth, as a barely audible whisper. “…Chris?”

Confusion crossed the features of the man under you. His eyes jumped all over your face–or what could be seen of it, at least. His angry frown turned into a look of shock, mixed with some concern, and you saw his Adam’s apple bob in your peripheral vision when he swallowed, almost audibly.

You still had the knife pressed to his neck, but you were honestly unable to move at all. So much so you didn’t even flinch when he slowly started to move himself.

With a trembling hand, he reached for the black kerchief that covered the lower half of your face. You didn’t stop him, you just let him tug it down to your neck and reveal your face to him.

The sound of your name, coming out as a breathless whisper out of his mouth hurt more than any hit you’d received throughout the past handful of months.

“What the…fuck”, the hurt tone in his voice broke your heart, and you could feel the lump form in your throat. “All this time…?”

“I had no idea”, you couldn’t help the tremble in your voice, and you weren’t sure if you hated yourself for being so vulnerable in front of the enemy. But then again, he wasn’t only an enemy, he was also the man you’d fallen madly in love with.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to get to Seungmin?” His voice trembled, yet neither of you dared to move further.

“I was hired to do it”, you replied simply.

“By whom?”

“I won’t tell you… I…can’t”, you could feel them. The treacherous tears that pricked your eyes… Crying in front of the enemy was unheard of, but you supposed these weren’t normal circumstances.

Chris swallowed again, and you could see tears of his own well in his eyes. “So…what now, bun?”

The sound of the pet name coming out of his mouth fully obliterated the remaining pieces of your heart, and you couldn’t stop the tears from falling anymore. So you didn’t. “I–I don’t know…”

“You should kill me”, Chris said, very confidently, without any semblance of doubt in his voice. And even though your grip on the knife tightened, you didn’t move it, you just shook your head in response, trying to contain the sob that threatened to come out of your mouth.

“You should”, he repeated after a few moments of silence. “I’ve done…many horrible things in my life. I’ve killed people, tortured people… I’ve done it proudly, too”, Chris brought a hand to your wrist, holding it gently, but firmly. “I’ve made peace with all that a long, long time ago… But knowing I’ve spent months hurting the woman I love is something I can’t live with…”

“You didn’t know”, your hand started to tremble, too, and Chris’ hold on your wrist tightened to keep it steady.

“Doesn’t matter”, finally, tears started to fall from Chris’ eyes, and his voice broke a bit when he spoke to you. “I wanted you dead. Even if I didn’t know, I was trying to kill you”.

You shook your head, closing your eyes tightly.

Maybe, if you closed them hard enough, you’d realise this was all a dream, a horrible nightmare you could still wake up from.

“Why don’t you kill me instead?” You mumbled after a while, when you finally opened your eyes. “I, too, was trying to kill the man that I love…”

“I can’t stop protecting Seungmin. I won’t stop. I’m the only thing keeping you from reaching your target, pretty. Look at us…” Chris’ thumb softly caressed your wrist, right on the sliver of skin your gloves exposed. “Look at our positions. You know you already won”.

You shook your head again, and Chris pushed on your wrist, further digging the blade into his skin as he mumbled, “Do it…”

He was right, you had the upper hand. Logically, it made sense for you to kill him, but there was no way you would. What a selfish thing for him to ask… Did he think getting to Seungmin was more important than his own life? That you’d be fine just…taking it?

Yanking your wrist out of his grip, you threw your knife to the side, as far away from you as possible. Chris just looked at you, confused, hurt, and you just couldn’t bear to see that look in his eyes. In an instant, you were standing, finally getting off of him.

“Baby…” You mumbled, trying to steady the sound of your voice. You turned your back to him, unable to look at him any longer. “I’m sorry… I don’t think I’ll make it to our vacation this weekend”.

With that, you started walking, trying to get as far away from that stage as possible.

The last thing you heard before you left the theatre altogether was the cacophony of sounds produced by what you knew to be the erratic smashing of piano keys, a complete contrast to the soothing melody you’d been listening to when you came in here… That soothing melody that you now knew was being played by Chan, by Chris, by your biggest rival who turned out to also be the love of your life.

As you left, with tears in your eyes, with your heart shattered in your chest, you realised that this was the first time you’d truly lost. There had been no room for you to win since the very beginning.

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Kinktober '23

5 out of 11

Consent Non-Consent

Billy Loomis X F!Reader

MasterList. Kinktober '23

Summary : Billy and Stu got away with the murders. Billy and you share a small trailer, after an argument Billy shows you how much he loves you.Characters are 18+. Pre-established relationship.

Warnings : MINORS DNI, Angst, p in V, fighting, language, degrading, unprotected sex. Yelling at Billy.

You lounged on his couch watching Friday The 13th Part 2. He didn't say much, he walked back and forth from the kitchen and living room. The smell of butter overruled the house. A soft, "shit" was muttered from the kitchen.

"Everything okay?" You called out.

"Yeah" he walked out holding a bowl of popcorn. He held two beers between his arms and torso. He put the bowl on your lap before plopping down beside you. He handed you a beer while staring at the TV. You took the beer and sighed audibly.

"What is it?" He glanced over before focusing back on the movie. You popped the tab open, "It's Saturday the 14th.".

"I said sorry." He muttered. You took a sip of your beer, "You said we'd watch it together.".

"Stu needed me?"

"To what? Suck his dick?-" you spat. He stared at you, his eyes were cold and soulless. He was always with Stu now, never you. You wanted him to be with you, you huffed.

"Whatever.".

"You're pathetic." He whispered. The venom of his voice stung, you slammed the popcorn bowl on the coffee table. You stomped off to the kitchen, Billy sighed following you.

"What's your problem?" He slammed his hands on the counter. You rolled your eyes, "You! You're the problem!". He blankly stared at you, "You're always with him! Never with me!" You continued.

"You're being dra-"

"Shut up!" You yelled. He brows knitted, he gripped the counter tightly.

"You're always with Stu! When's the last time we went on a date?! Or We had sex! You always sleep on the couch! Never in bed with me! Or when you'd just fuck me, with no warning! I want that again!" Your face went hot due to shouting. Billy just stared at you, "I'm sorry.". You shook your head, "I.. you know how Stu can be. Ever since Sydney's dad he-".

"I know." You interrupted. Billy stared at you, studying your body language. You didn't believe him, he gritted his teeth.

"He misses Tatum and wants company that's all." He crossed his arms. You sighed, "I'm sorry..".

"I get it. I've been away, but he needs me.".

"...I need you-"

"I'm sorry, okay!" He yelled. You jumped back, "I'm working all the damn time! Stus grieving or some shit! And you're going to the community college!". Billy stepped closer to you, "I'm trying.".

"I know. You... You just break your promises." You defended. He sucked his teeth, "I'm sorry..". You looked down at his shoes, his worn out docs. He stepped even closer causing you to look up at him.

"It's fine.".

They stepped closer, he hugged you. You leaned into him, you didn't like fighting with him. You felt horrible, you knew he was trying but you needed him. He kissed the top of your head, "Go get ready for bed...".

You nodded walking to your bedroom, you shifted through the laundry. You put on the cleanest pajamas you could find. You shuffled to the bathroom grabbing your toothbrush. You turned the faucet on, wetting your toothbrush. Billy leaned against the doorway, his shirt was gone. You glanced over at him, "What?".

"You're so beautiful." He whispered. You put toothpaste on your toothbrush, "If you're trying to sweet talk to me it's not working.". He walked into the bathroom standing behind you.

"what are you-"

"Brushing my teeth." He muttered. He leaned over you to grab his toothbrush. His crotch pushing against your ass. You ignored it and brushed your teeth. He brushed his behind you, he'd glance down at you. The white toothpaste bubbling out of the corners of your mouth. You'd spit into the sink bending over a bit. Billy gently slid his hand on your hip. You ignored it again, you brushed your teeth over once more. Billy slowly unbuckled his pants as silently as possible. You brushed your tongue causing you to gag a bit. Billy twitched, he forced your hips against the counter.

"Ow!" You groaned looking back at him. He stared into your eyes, his cock waiting to devour you. You blinked, "Billy..". He shoved your shorts down and parted your legs.

"Keep doing what you're doing." His words slurred due to his toothbrush. You nodded trying to brush your teeth. He dragged himself through before thrusting in. He groaned with pleasure, his toothbrush hung on the corner of his mouth. The counter pushes into your hips causing a mark. You squirmed pushing yourself back, he huffed gripping your hips. He leaned over pushing all your makeup and toiletries to the floor. He picked you up laying your torso on the counter. He held your hips up thrusting into you.

He didn't say much, he stared into your eyes. A soft smirk formed as he watched your face contort with pleasure. He leaned down over your body, his lip grazed over your ear.

"Is this what you missed?" He whispered. You opened your mouth to speak but just moaned. He smiled, "Not much to say now, huh?". You curled your lips together, "Fuck you". He chuckled, "That's what we're doing". You let out groan trying to hold in your moans. He snickered, he pulled his tooth brush out of his mouth.

"Here. Since you wanna be an ungrateful whore." He shoved his tooth brush in your mouth. He smirked as he pulled your hips towards him.

"Never.." he slammed into your core. He backed up a bit, "Yell... At me... Again.". He slammed into between each breath. You nodded, he grabbed your chin.

"What do you say?" He took his toothbrush out of your mouth. You breathed heavily, "I'm sorry, sir... I won't do it again.". He smiled, "that's more like it..".

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Like I’m. SO unbelievably mad about Zoochosis it’s not even funny. Parasites and diseases have been a special interest of mine since I was a kid and the trailers were so promising.

Also they showed their hand with Doc too fucking early, but that can be attributed to “you needed more than one day” in this game. The twist of him being an evil bastard would’ve worked better if you didn’t immediately show him pulling out the main characters call to a suicide hotline OR him killing the main character for taking too long to sign an NDA. The rush to get to the meat of it ruins any anticipation or tension for the ultimate reveal.

Multiple days would also give you a chance to get attached to the animals, as just naming them doesn’t really do much, yeah they have cutesy names but they don’t have PERSONALITY. Make one of them approach the player for pets, thus making it easier to do check ups on them. Make one of them run from the player forcing you to utilize your tranqs or even have treats to bribe them, giving more reasons to having those tools in the first place. Having them transform on a set timer immediately also kind of sucks because BOTH playthroughs I watched didn’t use the UV light at all, which having multiple days would fix because the transformations would take longer.

They also fucked up with the “human meat” thing. Yeah ohhhh so scary they’re eating people 🙄🙄🙄 it’s been done to actual death at this point and I feel it’d be much more horrifying to use the carcasses of the infected animals creating a never ending cycle if they aren’t truly cured. Feeding infected carcasses to other animals is LITERALLY how mad cow disease started!!!!

It could’ve been a critique on the greed found in some Zoos as well as fake animal rescues, where they claim to help animals but only do it for profit, but instead we got a boring story about some evil guy who???? Feeds a monster for an undisclosed reason the devs probably didn’t fully consider.

“The parasites didn’t attack you because you were infected uwu” LAME!! BORING!!! I don’t care that they didn’t insta kill you but they should at least MAUL you a little!!! Change how the player got the parasite from doc giving it to you to you eating infected food!! Maybe doc even purposefully infected the food!! The game also explained there were some variants of the parasites that would attack and kill any competition! They could still keep their “parasites don’t attack and kill you” thing but limit it! Maybe only the tutorial one doesn’t kill you but the others are the more aggressive kind due to evolution!!

There are so many better ways the parasites could’ve been handled but it feels like the devs truly had no love towards the subject matter? Maybe they did at some point but too many people got involved and the love and care was lost in translation.

It’s just so disappointing as somebody who actually enjoys reading and learning about parasites, fictional or otherwise. We got no real story, lore, or information about them. Would a sequel fix it? Maybe! Only if they cut half the team out of the writing room and focused on actually caring a little about story and lore beyond “discount colonel sanders wants to feed alien mommy”

ALSO HOW CAN YOU HAVE A GAME CALLED ZOOCHOSIS WITHOUT ACTUALLY SHOWING THE ANIMALS SUFFERING FROM ZOOCHOSIS

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Again over analyzing the Arcane trailer for season 2 I got stuck looking into the blue signal that is the same Jinx used to call Vi on season 1 and the fact that the hand that holds it is clearly not Jinx:

Is clearly not her because on the pit fighter Vi trailer we can see Jinx fingers are still with the long nails painted on her tradicional blue and pink

Now we know that this season will rely HEAVILY on parallels from the first one. And on the first one, the time the blue signal happens is Jinx calling Vi.

I could be wrong because the first image is show when mentioning that Jinx turned into a symbol so could in the middle of Jinx attacking piltover or someone copying Jinx when she called Vi.

But I doubt that because the blue signal thing to call Vi is not something that everybody knows since it was something that Vi shared ONLY with Jinx when young.

But here comes another twist, actually there is only three people who can know about the signal thing: Jinx, Vi and CAITLYN.

Caitlyn would know that because she followed Vi when she went after the blue smoke, Vi probably told her that was her sister calling her.

Now with this knowledge, and because I'm a crazy ass lesbian who likes to theorize stuff I decided to see if I could get any video that shows CAITLYN HANDS (yes insane to that point) and well is a MATCH.

in this pic we can see clearly the shape (and nails style) of Cait left's hand that is VERY similar to the shape and nails of the hand using the blue flare. We could say that is stupid because how the hell they would put so much detail on each character hands but anyone who watched the doc about the behind scenes when making arcane KNOWS how much Fortiche worries about little details on the animation.

So yes guys, maybe CaitVi reunion will be a paralel to Jinx and Vi reunion, lets hope will end up BETTER than how ended with Jinx and Vi