#for someone who's not a 'main' he ended up with an awful lot of clothes xD

[kemendin]

Vanirr 'fits! This boy wears all the Jedi things none of my other characters can pull off (including a bunch of Remnant set pieces).

[mi-co-uk]

𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱

loner!reader x needy!chris

plot: after the party, the sexual tension becomes too much to bear..

WARNINGS: SMUTTT, lots of neck kissing, chris is a munch, mentions of intoxication, getting caught - embarrassment. use of y/n , I think that's it but let me know if I've missed anythinggg . the series itself will contain smut fluff and angst ⋆𐙚 NOT PROOFREAD ! 2.5 k words

( this can technically be read on its own but it's a part of a seriesss )

pls enjoy <3

NAVIGATION

SERIES MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 4 || pushing it down and praying

the state chris woke up in became increasingly confusing as he tried to remember the night before. he remembers turning up at the party, he remembers feeling pissed off. what he doesn't remember, is how he ended up with his boxers discared and his dick carelessly abandoned with his bedroom door was wide open. immediately humiliated, he resorted to comfier clothes before heading to the main room, hoping to fill the missing gaps of his memory.

the sun was peering in from the kitchen window, shining on matt who was eating while mindlessly scrolling on his phone.

"you looking for y/n?" matt asked without averting his eyes from the device.

"she was here?"

"you don't remember?" chris' eyes were finally met by his brother's as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "jesus kid, didn't realise you were that out of it."

chris began massaging his forehead, desperate to apply enough pressure to push away the growing migraine.

"just tell me what happened, matt."

chris had never felt so appalled at the idea of making out with someone. some random girl who's name was lost on him, matt had said. if anyone, chris had a memory of making out with y/n but his brother assured him that didn't happen - chris knew it would've been too good to be true.

"whys she not here then?"

"you tell me. last thing I knew was she was gonna stick with us today but she went back home this morning. barely said goodbye to me." chris knew it was wrong to feel warmth at the idea of you brushing off matt completely, especially considering his unease at the growing closeness between the two of you recently. he quickly pushed down these thoughts to focus on the situation at hand.

"what was she like then? after the party"

"pissed off, chris." again, the smugness he felt was probably morally wrong - but you were pissed off that chris had been with someone else, and that meant something new.

*

he knew it was a long shot, but he wanted to try anyway. he dialed your number, listening to the tone while he hoped to hear you answer. what the fuck was he gonna say? ' sorry that I made out with someone even though we aren't together? sorry that I'm glad I did since it meant you can't deny you have feelings for me? '. his mind was a whirlwind of apologies, all feeling incredibly fake while he still relished in the idea he could call you out. why doesn't he just do that instead?

the ringtone of your phone drilled through your head abruptly as it snapped you out of your disassociative state. you were relaxed on your bed, reflecting on the night before with a growing anger the more you thought of it all. you instinctively go to press a button on the screen - the sharp gesture messing with your focus as you accidentally accept the call.

"fuck." you exclaimed without thinking.

"hello to you too." chris' cocky voice came from your speaker phone, your eyes rolling in annoyance from the sound of it.

"I didn't mean to pick up."

"aw, I can feel the love from here."

you take a deep breath before responding, the microphone picking up on it. "I dont feel like doing anything today. if that's why you're calling."

"what's the matter, baby?" his teasing continued, fueling your irritation further.

"not your baby." you muttered quickly. "and maybe it's that fact you were all over some girl-"

"jealous?"

your breathing hitched, realising what you'd essentially admitted "what? no-"

"you seem it"

you dont want to give in to his game. how much did he remember from last night? especially if he knows about the girl from the party.

"I um- how much do you remember? as in after the party?"

"nothing."

"how-"

"matt told me. said you were real pissed off too"

the whole situation was exhausting. you felt far too exposed for comfort. and now you had to tell him everything matt didn't know about last night.

"chris, about last night." you took a deep sigh, almost expecting chris to interrupt - but he stayed quiet. "more stuff happened after the party."

you knew you should just get to the point but it felt impossible to do so.

"you kinda, um. you- fuck I can't say it."

"w-what happened?" chris' had was filled with various scenarios- terrified as he remembered the state he woke up in, and how it could relate to what you were about to tell him.

"you were just all touchy! and- I don't know I just ran out."

"shit, I'm so sorry y/n"

"it's whatever-"

"I'm still sorry-" "I didn't mind it."

you could hear him chuckling through the phone. "oh yeah?"

"goodbye chris."

"aw cmon-"

you hadn't meant to confess as much as you had - but there was a small sense of relief regardless. however, no matter that you hadn't minded what happened after the party, you were continously replaying the scene of him and that girl in your mind.

'drunk words are sober thoughts' - did that apply here? did he really not care enough about you to show some restraint? or was he just that drunk?

you'd worked together a plan. an extremely petty one. but right now, you couldn't see a scenario that didn't end in chris getting his act together - so you didn't really care.

- matt I'm at the door let me in

*

chris had decided to give you space. he was hoping it would piss you off enough that he wasn't trying to contact you as desperately as he would normally, for you to call him first this time. he felt like it was a lost cause after about 6 hours in.

it was his typical routine to bother matt about ordering food, hoping they'd want something similar enough that he would just end up paying for it.

his walk towards matt's closed door was interrupted abruptly when he heard a female voice - laughing, coming from matts room. he could've sworn it sounded like - and it happens again. the laugh chris always works desperately to hear, the laugh of his favourite person. but you were in matts room.

he hurriedly pushed open the door, the sight of you and matt laying together - clothed, thank god, laughing at trash tv. your eyes met his instantly, a glimmer of hope sparkling in them.

you'd explained matt what you wanted to happen. the best case scenario and the worst case scenario. endless conversing for hours, waiting for chris to turn up for whatever reason, and it worked out better than you imagined it.

*

he was angry. of course he was. but once again, laying eyes on you tugged down his guard. especially when you looked at him that way. you werent confused, or irritated at chris' intrusion. you were relieved - even excited.

he wipes his face in frustration, taking a minute to evaluate and make his next decision. he watched matts eyes dart between the two of you, trying to figure out what the fuck was happening. he noticed barely, a slight twitch from the corner of your mouth, before you just couldn't give in as a small smile spread across your face.

"cmere." chris muttered in a sigh, his head gesturing towards the hallway he was stood in.

you eagerly got to from matts bed, turning your head as you got to the door frame to give matt a quick wave goodbye. your excitement starting to rub off on chris.

he was now leant against the kitchen table. a flat expression on his face despite the energy he was giving off.

"the fuck was that then, huh?"

"what's what?" you muttered, unconvincingly acting as if you had no idea of his problem.

"you tryna piss me off, pretty?" you edged closer timidly, chris' hands reaching for your waist to pull you against him. you completely avoid eye contact, staring at the floor, wall - anywhere but his expression. "that was the best you could do?"

the comment was not expected - you turn your head quickly to meet his gaze, a wide smirk greeting you.

"barely gave me a reason to be pissed off."

your smile is wiped completely, realising you'd overworked your revenge in your head when in reality, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. now it was just embarrassing.

"aw, it's okay, I know what you want," he leans down to start placing light kisses over your neck, light enough that you completely craved the needy, rough kisses he'd given you before.

"please" you let escape in a breath, chris' grip tightening to pull you impossibly closer.

"feel good, baby?"

you whine in response, tugging on his hair closer in desperation for more friction.

he gave in just a little - his kisses becoming a little more sloppy and relaxed, encouraged by the grip you had on his hair aswell as your small needy sounds. but he wanted to tease you a little more - he wanted you to earn it.

his kisses were light once more, placed just on your shoulder blade. "why didn't you get matt to do this, hm? that would've pissed me off real bad."

he pushed your lower half into his own, allowing you to feel his hardening bulge.

"words." he demanded, applying a quick squeeze to your ass making you squeal.

"I- didn't" a moan interrupts you as chris nibbles as your skin while you answer, "didn't want him to."

you could feel his smirk as he ran his lips across your skin. "just wanted me, huh? wanted my attention real bad?"

you nod eagerly, before chris gripped your hips and turned you both around, pushing you against the table as he towered over you. he pressed his lips firmly against yours, groaning in pleasure from the taste. his hand grips the back of your neck to deepen the contact as you pull him closer by his shirt. chris absentmindedly starts grinding his hips into yours, his desperation for you becoming even more evident. he picks you up by your thighs hurriedly, placing you onto the table surface.

he broke the kiss to concentrate on tugging up the end of your dress, gaining access to your core. he looked ahead at you for approval, as you lay across the surface propped up by your elbows. in response you opened your legs further with chris stood in front of the gap, admiring your clothed pussy.

without further questioning, he bent down to push his nose against the covered warmth, the pressure intending to tease more than pleasure. he wanted you to be needy, he wanted you to beg, to give in to the desire and mirror his own desperation.

his eyes meet yours once again, a wide smirk spread across his face as he reads the anticipation in your expression. eyes locked, he presses kisses to the tops of your thighs, beginning to trail around where you needed him the most. he listened intently to your small gasps and needy whines, chuckling to himself as he waited for you to speak up for what you want.

you reach down, gripping his locks to tug him closer to the damp spot forming on your panties.

"what did I say earlier, baby?"

you groaned in frustration before responding. "w-words?"

"mhm, so what'd you say?" he continues teasing with kisses, awaiting your response.

"please?" your breathing was the opposite of steady, sharp gasps escaping you as he nibbling on your thigh - just enough to increase your pent up sexual frustration.

"gonna need to do better than that, princess. be specific"

chris loves seeing you like this. whining for him, craving him.

you shake your head in humiliation, "can't say it."

he withdraws his face completely, leaning over your torso to press needy kisses to your lips, groaning in response when you moan into his mouth.

he breaks contact, gripping your jaw firmly but not harshly, forcing you to look at him.

"you listenin'?" you nod, hoping he'll just give you what you want without going through the process of specifying what you want. "im gonna be nice okay? all you gotta do is say yes when something feels good, yeah? you say no I stop. you're too quiet then I stop. got it?"

"y-yes"

"yes what?"

"yes please?"

"atta girl," he starts lowering towards your warmth again, "mind your manners 'n be nice 'n loud and you'll get what you want."

chris needed matt to hear. you were too dazed by desperation to realise the consequences of being as loud as he wanted - this fact making his cock strain somehow harder against his jeans.

he licked a flat strip on the top of your lacy panties. the rushed unexpected contact forcing a loud whine escape you.

you begin muttering praises, "yes-" moans interrupting you as he sloppily kisses your clit through the panties. "m-more please."

he grins, removing himself from you which earns him a whine, his fingers tuck under the waistband to pull the barrier down, allowing chris to admire your soaked pussy.

you analyse his expression - desperate for an indication that it was what he wanted.

he licked his lips, eyes full of hunger that flicker to yours - relentlessly waiting for you to beg.

"please.. need it so bad."

"you look so perfect for me," he mutters full of lust, "you're being so good, baby."

he urgently worked his tongue into your folds, closing his mouth around the warmth and pushing his face deeper into you - intensifying the pleasure. it rushed - as if he was terrified he'd never get the opportunity to be where he was ever again. he began pushing his finger into your cunt, pumping them in an out as you lost all control over your whining. his fingers curled with precision as his tongue worked rapidly. the pleasure began intensifying-

"are you fucking serious?!" nicks exclaimed panic shot through the pleasure , burying it back down as if nothing was happening previously. chris lifted his head from your pussy, the juices spread across his mouth with a dumbstruck expression. you heard nicks footsteps disappear in a trail back to his room, but you couldn't help but hold onto the embarrassment that came with being caught in such a vulnerable state. chris' eyes were still heavy, processing the whole moment - he'd had you exactly how he'd craved, and it had been perfect. until it wasn't.

you closed your legs in shame, sitting upright onto the surface trying to regain control.

regrettably, chris knew the moment had ended. he pressed quick kisses to your thighs before tugging your dress back down to cover you further.

you mutter an apology, guilt of disappointing two different people in the same 30 seconds hitting a nerve.

"'s okay .. 's okay" he pressed gentle kisses to your cheek and pulled you in for a tight hug - you instinctively reciprocating. it could be considered dramatic- sure. but it was more than that to you. you let your guard down considerably which resulting in humiliation. did nick think less of you? could matt hear? fuck he must've. did chris think less of you? was he mad? were you even good enough? what if he was relieved of the interruption so he didn't have to pretend-

"you're fucking perfect."

a/n , does anyone actually read these

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[vidjauser-player-206]

Dae-ho x Pregnant F!Reader

Pairing: Dae-ho x F!Pregnant reader

Triggers: Squid game typical violence and death, brief mention of trafficking, mention of abusive baby daddy, Dae-ho is NOT the father, cursing

Tags: Pregnancy, fluff, 2 endings, 1 angsty ending, 1 good ending

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I have a couple more chapters planned for this, and two endings. Possibly some bonus smut after this is all finished? : ) I've been on such a hype for this fella. I love him so much.

Also happy Valentines everyone!

CHAPTER ONE

The two of you met in the games. You were approximately 8 months pregnant, so close to popping out your child, but not quite there yet. The only reason you were in these stupid games was because you were desperate. Your baby daddy ran off shortly after you had told him about the baby, around your second month of pregnancy. You weren’t too surprised, however, what did surprise you was the fact that his loan sharks started lurking around your place. You had guessed that he had gone fully into hiding, and they sought out the first person they knew he was close to. 

One of the loan sharks had pressed you against the wall, threatening to do awful things to you if you didn’t get the money by the end of the month. He stared at your belly greedily as he said it. 

After that, you feared what would truly happen when the end of the month came. You weren’t sure how you were going to afford to pay such a big debt, but also your rent and impending bills that would come with all the baby related medical appointments you needed…

You knew your baby was a girl, and you feared the worst would happen once they found that out. 

Despite not knowing what you would be getting yourself into, you still found yourself playing Ddakji in the subway station on your way to a doctor’s appointment, which you ended up skipping after getting slapped a few times by the Recruiter, who wasn’t light on the slaps despite your obvious predicament weighing your stomach down. That card you held in your hands felt like your own hope and savior, so you had called and confirmed your information. 

Being drugged in the limo was scary, and what was even scarier was the fact that you woke up in a room of what felt like a thousand people, now in different clothing. Which meant that someone undressed you. This wasn’t where you thought you would wind up. The room only had bunk beds stretched nearly to the ceiling. You never thought that they could go that high. The walls were mostly blank, other than some childlike paintings. It reminded you of a pediatric waiting room but the doctors had forgotten the colorful paint, scaring the children⁠—and you⁠—rather than making them feel welcomed. You could almost smell the foul stench of bleached floors, making your nose crinkle as you got out of your bunk. At least the person who changed you had the decency to put you on a lower bunk. 

You avoided the people who emerged from the bunks, though when you met the eyes of a couple of them, they always fell down to your stomach with a surprised expression. 

You ignored them and proceeded through a big door to a wacky set of stairways that came straight out of a surreal painting, took your photo, and ended up on a field of sand. Once again, you felt like a kid, though rather out on the playing field, ready to play sports in Physical Education. The first game was…Red Light, Green Light? That threw you off. This felt too weird to believe that you were just playing kid’s games for money…What was the catch? 

It would be a whole lot worse than you thought, and your survival was only thanks to Player 388. The number burned in the back of your mind, becoming your lucky number at that moment. 

After the first gunshot and once everyone scattered⁠—being promptly shot once they moved even an inch⁠—Player 456 called for shorter players to get behind taller ones, claiming that the robot couldn’t see things behind the players. 

“Green light!”

The man in front of you turned and grabbed you by your shoulders. 

“What the hell⁠—” You cried and slammed your fists against his shoulders, afraid he was going to pull you in front of him and use you as some sort of human shield. 

“Get behind me.” He says firmly. 

Instead, his strong arms yanked you behind him, and you got a faceful of that number you would never forget. 388. He kept one hand behind him so he could keep his hands on you while the two of you ran. You kept his shirt balled in your fist but let go when you two stopped, fearing you might knock him over. 

“Red light!”

There were only a couple of gunshots. 

With each gunshot, Player 388 trembled, and you could feel through his grip that it was hard for him to sit still when he heard the gunshots. You couldn’t blame him though, you were trembling too. The two of you remained brave, especially him— for not only carrying himself, but you and your baby too. 

You couldn’t help but admire him from behind. A hero…your hero.

In the beginning, everyone only had five minutes to make it across the finish line, now it was down to one. You swore that you weren’t going to make it. Player 388 should have left you there,but he didn’t. 

There was cramping everywhere in your abdomen and below. Your baby was protesting against all the new movements you had avoided throughout your pregnancy. You pleaded quietly for her to stop kicking your bladder. 

“Green light!”

Everyone moved forward again. 

Soon, close to the finish line, a few players behind you lurched forward after tripping, knocking you in the same direction. Player 388 dug his heels into the ground, and it was like running straight into a stone wall. Your body and stomach were pressed right into him, almost intimately. 

“Red light!” The robot’s head spun around, eyes scanning furiously. 

The players who had knocked into you all stood right as the robot’s head moved. They weren’t so lucky, and you heard the gunshots. Thank God you were behind Player 388 because your head naturally creaked to the side as you peered at the bodies that had thumped behind you. You regretted looking immediately. You realized you moved and waited for another gunshot. Though, it never came. 

After what felt like their final minute was up, the robot’s head spun back toward the tree. “Green light!” 

“Come on!” Player 388 spun around, and for a second you saw his face. You could barely register it though, unable to process details in the heat of the moment. All you knew was that he was handsome and sweaty. 

Player 388 grabbed your elbow and you grabbed another handful of his shirt, the two of you booking it. 

Running across the finish line felt like you were running in slow motion, but you felt a wave of relief when you did. You were safe. You were alive. You and your baby made it. 

Your feet caught and tangled on the man’s and the two of you went down, though your fall was cushioned by his body. It didn’t stop the twinge of pain in your abdomen, however, and you feared that the fall might be the thing that does you in, until your mind focused back onto the playing field. 

Other players either made it across the finish lines themselves or they were promptly shot and killed. Your eyes were glued on the merciless scene, and your own pains were momentarily forgotten, until you broke yourself out of the spell. 

You looked down to your body and Player 388’s, tangled together on the ground. His hand was still on your elbow, and only in that second did he lighten his grip. There might be a bruise later on, but you didn’t care. He saved your life.. 

You looked at his face. His mouth was slightly agape, giving a far-off expression, like he wasn’t there anymore. His dark hair was swept back in a sweaty ponytail but strands of his hair were falling on his forehead. You had to resist the urge to reach up and brush it out of his face. You didn’t want to spook him so you kept your hands to yourself. 

There was one last gunshot, and you saw his face flinch, taking him out of his far-away expression and he met your eyes with his dark ones. 

His grip on your arm tightens. “Are you okay?” He asks softly, his eyes casting down to your stomach for only a second. His hand moved to rest on your upper arm. “Are you both okay?”

You cradle your belly and quickly nod. “Yes, thank you. You really saved my ass out there. I thought it was all a game, until…” You couldn’t say it out loud. Instead, you brought your hand to your mouth, fighting choked up tears. Everything was catching up to you, making you feel overwhelmed. You were sure he was feeling the same way. 

His fingers cupped the back of your neck, tugging you forward. You lean your forehead against his shoulder, and he moves his hand to your trembling shoulders to comfort you. You stayed there momentarily but finally pulled back to look at his face, to take in him fully. You were drawn to the sharp yet somehow soft lines of his face. His hair was dark and so were his eyes as they bore down into your soul, almost touching you in your heart in a way no one else’s had before. You were used to expressions of fury, or the scrunched up eyebrows of someone who was screaming at you. This face was different. It brought you comfort when you most needed it. 

You continued, forcing yourself to snap out of the trance this man had you under, “You could have left me out there when that man said for everyone to get into lines. You didn’t have to risk your life for mine.” Yet he did.

“What kind of man, let alone Marine, would I be if I left a mother and her unborn baby out in danger? A piece of shit…That’s the kind of man I would be. Here, let me help you up.”

Player 388 had to untangle your bodies before he could stand. He helped you up by pulling you up by your forearms, then stabilized you when you faltered.

You were about to thank him when the guards led everyone back to the exit. A lot of the other players didn’t hesitate and listened immediately, rushing for the exit. Player 388 wrapped an arm around your waist, hand resting against the edge of your pregnant belly. “Let’s go. I have a feeling we shouldn’t piss these guys off.”

“Yeah…They’re the ones with the guns.”

“Agreed.” He nods his head firmly. 

For once, you didn’t mind that a man’s hands were pulling you somewhere. You just wanted out of that damn arena more than anything. It was a bit awkward once you got to the stairs, so he moved behind you to help you up. Still…you had no complaints for now. You weren’t sure if you had enough mental or physical energy to support yourself at this point. You kept your hand on the edge of the stairs and the other on your stomach, pushing yourself beyond today.

“I think we’re close to the dormitory now, then you can rest.” Player 388 said close to your ear. 

“Thank god,” you said gratefully. 

You would have jumped for joy when you saw those big doors if you didn’t have a whole ass baby in your stomach.

“I’m never taking a bed for granted again…” You sighed. 

“You and me both, let’s get you sitting down…” Player 388 walked with you back to the bunks stairs. 

Looking around the room, you couldn’t be sure of the exact number, but you could tell that the crowd was thinned out by at least a hundred or so. Now, you felt like your swollen belly stuck out like a sore thumb. 

The entire atmosphere of the dormitory completely changed, it was worse than a hospital, you felt like you were in a prison. 

Player 388 interrupted your thoughts, “Do you want to stick with me?” He asked softly, “I think the more people we have, the better off we’re going to be…” He looked down at your stomach. He didn’t have to say it out loud, but you knew he was thinking about saying something about protecting the baby. 

As the two of you walked to the bed, you noticed how his arm felt large around your shoulders, he definitely had a lot of muscles. The pair of you looked like a couple, really. The way he was clinging to you probably gave others the impression that he put the baby in you. You didn’t know the man that well, but if he really was as sweet as he was acting right now, then you wouldn’t have let him become your ex. If you were one of the other players staring at you two, you would have thought, what kind of stupid man lets his wife join these games and what kind of stupid bitch would you be to put yourself in that situation too?

Wait, why were you even thinking of this?

Player 388 stared at you, expecting an answer but not rushing to get it out of you.

“...Yes.” You nod. “But I think I need to know your name first.”

The man nods in agreement. “Let’s get you seated first.”

You were touched he was so thoughtful about you and your baby’s wellbeing. 

Bringing you over to the lower bunk’s stairway, the man helped you waddle over and then sit. He shifts, sitting down on your left, his legs slightly apart as he sits. You knew that soon, all the pain and discomfort would catch up to you. For now, you savored the man’s sweet smiles. The sweetest one you had ever seen, especially from a man. 

“What’s your name?” You reminded him. 

Player 388 put a hand over his chest, giving his head a small bow. “I’m Kang Dae-ho.” He raises his hands and puts his fingers out in an exaggerated way, like he was a cat showing its claws. He directs it towards your belly, like he was giving the baby a little game of charades. Your stomach fluttered. 

No wait, that was the baby kicking. 

Gasping, you had to lean back and hold your stomach for a second. 

Dae-ho’s face fell and he looked down to your belly in concern, his hand coming out to touch it but letting it hover instead. “Are you okay⁠—?”

You nod, releasing a strained gasp. “Yeah…She just kicked me in the ribs.” You take his hovering hand and pressed it to your stomach, watching as his eyes widen even more. 

Dae-ho’s eyes lingered on your belly before lifting up to meet your eyes. His hand rubbed your belly up and down, feeling the small kicks against his palm. “You’re having a baby girl…? What’s her name?”

You smiled bashfully. “She doesn’t have a name yet. I figured it would come to me once I see her face for the first time…Mine is…” You told him your name, the two basking in each other’s presence quietly, at least until the doors opened and pink guards with guns marched into the room. 

Something snapped in Dae-ho and immediately he took a protective position in front of you, his arm coming out to completely shield you as if he expected the guards to march right up to the two of you and shoot you specifically. They didn’t, rather, they stood at the opening of the door. There was one guard who stood at the front, a square mask on his face. There were a couple with triangles, instead of the square, with guns standing behind them. You admittedly cowered and gripped the back of Dae-ho’s shirt, feeling the pounding of your and your baby’s hearts like drums beating with one another. 

A vote. That’s what came next from the guards. It was O’s, those who wanted to stay, and X’s, those who wanted to return home. 

Dae-ho had calmed down, but remained by your side, comfortably rubbing your shoulder and sometimes your stomach. 

You thought you would have time to think about your vote, but the main guard announced that they would do it backwards, starting with Player 456. You looked down to the number on your shirt. You were Player 451. You were going to vote within just a few players. 

“Player 451.” 

Soon, you stood and with the help of Dae-ho, you were helped to your feet. He was perfectly willing to take you all the way down the line up to the buttons but you put your hand on his shoulder and shook your head. “I can do this…”

“Okay…” he responded hesitantly. 

You made your way down the line, both hands cradling your belly. The eyes of the other players glared like birds with claws ready to slice at you for picking the wrong choice. Soon you stood in front of the guard, the red and blue buttons appearing much larger than what you thought they would be. You looked to the red X, and then to the blue O. You raised your hand…and pressed O. The blue light shined on your face. 

It was impossible to look up to find Dae-ho in the crowd. You weren’t sure what his choice was going to be. You hadn’t mentioned it to each other. And if he was planning to pick X, then you probably fucked everything up. 

Without looking up, you made your way to the O side and stood next to a stranger, who gave you a side eye, but luckily said nothing. Dae-ho’s number wouldn’t be called for a while. 

When you finally heard it, you squeezed your eyes shut, refusing to look up as he made his way down and pressed a button. You heard the noise, but couldn’t register which button it was. 

You didn’t expect a warm and strong arm wrap around your shoulders, pressing you forward. You eyes shot open and you looked up, seeing Dae-ho smile down at you warmly. Your eyes moved down to his chest, and there you saw it…a Blue O patch…He had chosen to stay.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily…” The man mumbled and smiled reassuringly. He pulled you back into his chest, hugging you as tight as he could with your belly in the way. 

You smiled weakly and wrapped your hands behind his shoulder blades, unable to say anything. But you were happy and grateful for him. 

The two of you remained in each other’s arms until voting ended. Thank god, your ankles were about to explode. The guards dismissed themselves, leaving everyone to their own devices. 

“I need to go lay down, please. My body is about to explode.” You laughed weakly. 

“I’ve got ya…” Dae-ho guided you back to the beds with a hand on your lower back. He helped you climb into the first bed you could make it to, and pulled the blankets up to your chest. 

You grabbed at his sleeve before he could pull away. “I might need to go to the restroom later —but for now, I’m just going to sleep. Stay nearby?” At this point, your eyes were already drooping, but you couldn’t take your eyes off his goofy grin as he nodded. 

“Of course. I won’t leave you for a second. I want you to sleep and rest, For you and your baby…” He pressed his forehead to the top of your hair. You fell asleep in his arms, memorizing his warmth and smell.

[lanalosty0uu]

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warnings: more angst!!!!!!

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Summer 2030

There you were, back again in Hawkins, Indiana, after years of not going there. Mrs. Byers happily let you stay again at her place, not that she would mind if she could get a helping hand from you. She even confessed that 5 years of not having your help around the house felt pretty awful.

“Mrs. Byers, is it okay if I head out for awhile? Been missing this town like crazy.”

“You need company, dear? I can get ready now if you want to.”

You refused, not wanting her to look for clothes in such hastle just to accompany you looking back around the town, especially to a one special place that you remember vividly.

A trip to the uphill felt really tiring as your headphones wrapped around your ears, connecting to the Walkman someone gave you. But, it wasn’t this tiring though, since you came here with someone.

As you reached the top, you spotted an old man, sitting down on some sort of picnic blanket by himself. You walked up near him silently as you lower your headphones, not wanting to disturb his peace.

“Such a nice day to relax, huh?” The man let out words when he noticed your presence on that hill.

You turned your head towards him, a bit surprised for the sudden start of conversation. “Yeah, it sure does.”

The man fully turned his head towards face yours and his face shocked you. A familiar sweet smile plastered on his face, beautiful brown eyes, and perfectly brushed hair that is turning gray.

“You’re here alone?”

His oddly familiar voice and appearance made you speechless, not knowing what to reply.

“Come sit, I can use some company.”

He patted the space next to him, offering you some food that he probably brought from home. You wondered if his wife made it at home and packed it up for him.

“Hey, uhh… have I seen you somewhere, kid? Your face feels oddly familiar.”

You felt tears blurring your vision, eyes getting hot from the fact that you’re trying to hold back tears at his words, at his appearance, at his soothing face. He was everything you remembered.

A tear slipped out of your eye and he noticed it. A concerned look immediately went accros his face.

“Hey, are you okay? Why are you crying?”

He turned his whole body to you, making your breath hitched.

“No, uhh…” You tried as hard as you can to find the right words. “You look just like someone I knew, sorry…” You wiped off your tears quickly, feeling embarrassed.

“It’s a small town, yeah? People always seemed familiar to everyone here…”

His eyes went away, breaking the eye contacts with you, staring at the beautiful scenery of Hawkins.

“I used to come here with someone on this exact day, we did… things that I can barely remember. I can’t even seem to recall her face. She felt like… like a damn dream. But I know she was real, and whatever we did back then… I know it was beautiful.”

He confessed, as if you’re not some stranger who just randomly sat down with him in the middle of a hill.

“Funny… I used to have a memory like that as well. Same day, same place.”

He let out a chuckle. The sound I haven’t heard in a really long time.

“Guess people here have lots of things in common.”

“Yeah, Steve… they do.”

He let out another chuckle, this time seemed amused that you knew his name.

“You even know my name! How funny.”

I sighed at his comment, accepting the fact that he doesn't remember me, or any of our memories that he specifically did with me, back in summer 1985, when you had to go back to the future and end all the things that happened between you and him. Yet, your paths crossed once again, like how the both of you used to wished before letting go of each other.

All the things you did with Steve Harrington just felt like a fever dream. The ones that felt like never happened.

note: idk if u guys cried reading the epilogue but i do... several times... i know i'm cruel for making this one sorry... love y'all <3

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[jazryde]

It HAS to be TransMasc!Butters, I have a lot of confirmation bias on riding on this, so bear with me, I know most of the fandom probably doesn't see it xD

So first of all, I admit that male characters who aren't traditionally masculine often appeal to me, so obviously I gravitated a lot to that angle of Butters, but the thing that most interests me is: Butters has absolutely no doubt that he's a boy, despite how everyone treats him.

This is my headcanon, so obviously, a lot of it is just contradicting canon, and some of it working with it.

I do not HC Butters seeing himself as a girl pretty much never, ever since he was very young (Maybe since preschool) He expressed to his parents he wanted to be one of the boys. And his parents decided to go with it, not because they accepted him or had some sort of altruistic view of trans people, but because they simply did not want to raise a girl.

Stephen sees it as a way to "Redeem" his own shortcomings as a young man (Not fitting into his mother's ideas of a true man + all his internalized homophobia), and Linda wants to avoid the awkwardness of raising someone the way she was raised. Even then, this caused things to be rougher for Butters in the end.

In my HC, the reason Butters' hair is so short is precisely because having it any longer would make him look too "feminine".

His parents are already extremely controlling with his appearance, in "How to eat with your Butt" both Linda and Stephen have him grounded and made very hurtful remarks about his face, specifically Linda says that "He's making silly expressions" while Stepeh accuses him of wearing his mother's make up to look like a girl, while he insists that he didn't, yet they even make him wear a bag over his head.

Believe it or not, Marjorine also has parts of my HC, mainly the fact Butters (Just like the other boys) has absolutely no clue how to "act like a girl" and is generally awkward and terrified of it, he likely got picked specially for the fact he's the one who most looks like a girl, which in my HC is due to the fact he is AFAB.

Butters did not enjoy being Marjorine; he admits that they put him through a lot. He didn't know how to act like a girl, yet was forced to do so.

As soon as he gets out of the house, he throws off the wig and runs off to see his parents. He's even completely changed clothes and removed the make up once he's there.

A lot of other Butters episodes are often related to him trying to "prove" his masculinity or be accepted by the other boys as one of them. It was his main motivation for getting a kiss in "Butters' Bottom Bitch", also in "Sarcastaball" (Ignoring the fact it contradicts my HC anatomy wise xD) he is joyous to be accepted by the other boys for being good at a "sport" that highlights his most positive traits (Being kind and compassionate).

OK, talking more about more of the fanon part of my hc rather than my silly interpretations of canon xD

I always think of teen Butters as perpetually unstable, basically having a flippant personality where he's sweet and optimistic but also extremely anxious and explosive. So, adding that he's transmasc feels like an interesting combination for drama, angst, and even comedy through awkward scenarios of him struggling to pass as cis.

Imagine how awful his first period would be, with parents who refuse to explain anything beyond basics, friends who don't know and likely wouldn't understand, and overall having other mental disorders due to a long history of trauma.

He'd have to wear oversized clothing to hide his changing anatomy, making the issue of fitting with his male peers even more difficult, which would likely lead him to a lot of introspection, plus he already spends a lot of time alone, with how often he gets grounded. His parents would give him even more of a hard time when he acts or looks too girly.

I think it gives most of his trauma an interesting additional context. It's dark, so I won't go into detail, but you can piece things together if you think about it enough.

But most of all, I think Butters would still take everything in stride just because he's sure he's not confused and knows what he is and wants to stay as. He wants to be a boy, wants to hang out with the boys, despite his gentle nature and potentially softer attributes, he's happy being seen as a boy, even if that boy is a crying little pussy.

Additional note: I've been sort of holding on this post for a few days because I've seen some negative opinions on transmasc hcs, I'm frankly a bit scared, I also do feel kind of silly about it since a lot of it is very personal to me :( Sorry if it bothers anyone...

[raddestrose]

Whassup Doctor Stoners its ya girl

Whos this dude?

THE EVIL EMO

Honestly i think bros gonna wipe the floor with your sorry asses and awful haircuts

something about a guy in a fur cloak just makes them seem like kind of a fighter if you ask me

I mean, the other guy that we see wear like a pelt like that it’s Tsukasa and you know how he is

HELP😭I FORGOT SAIKI DID THE VOICE FOR HIM

did being in the stone give them these horrible haircuts or did they just choose to do that? 

you got wrecked by a grown man wearing SHORTS let that sink in

Who the heck is that guy with a whack ass face in the wiggity and wack lions mane?

HEY that’s that one archer that everyone puts with that one blonde dude that I like RIGHT??

Bros birthday is today right or I guess technically yesterday

Who is this blonde kiss ass oh my God

that was rude of me let me calm down

oh shit that’s a lot of dead statues

Gen is right this is very VERY dangerous

oh my god Tsukasa, just say your situationship it is that simple 

so like I know they all end up on the same side mostly

It is actually shocking to me how much Senku let’s slide accepting like half of these guys on his team because majority of them were trying to kill him like 17 episodes before

OH MY GOD THEY’RE BURNING DOWN THE VILLAGE

that is a new type of low

They pulled one over SENKU that is crazy

Who is this cotton candy hair girl

NOOOOOO she’s too slay to be evil stop burning everything

I desperately want to put my nonexistent BFA into use and make all of these clothes

The urge is so strong, even though I know a majority of them are so impractical that it would make me weep

Shoiiiit was sis a gymnast or something

KOHAKU GET HERRRR

oh shit nevermind

OH SHIT RURI AND HER BUDDIES ARE TRAPPED

oh God, no they are all sitting ducks

Damn, really take every chance to insult these guys

fair,I would do

Cotton candy girl please stop. This is hurting me.

your design is way too cool for you to be this evil 

oh no, they’re gonna take her. No, no no no no no no no no Suika my darling little child please no

OH GOD NO SUIKAS GONNA DIE

OH GOD NO

SUIKA NOOOOOO

OH GOD I WAS TWEAKING OUT

Do what to Mother Tsukasa???

oh my God this guy is like next level evil

He just gave up like four of his men because he’s THAT petty

please attack them a ridiculously awesome scientific toy

It would be so cool

please tell me at one point they make a plane that would be so hype you guys

Is Senku gonna make a nuke???

It’s good to know that Gen and I are on the same page

OH SHIT SOMEONE TELL TAIJU SENKUS FINALLY MAKING PHONES

oh God, I forgot Magmas on the main cast now

I genuinely beef with this guy

I love their random accents 

well, well, well little did they know he already has double agents

TWO at that

dawg not him I saying, the exact same thing 

IVE BEEN WAITING TO SEE HOW THEY’RE DOING

Y’all I need this Senku mentality

you guys Hyoga is so scary and evil He kicked on the spooky tunes.

“Man finds out the ex he killed is still alive: and instantaneously tweaks the hell out”

cause seriously, my guy what was that face?

[occasional-drabbles]

“The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I’m still in love with you.” + “I don't know how to exist in a world without you.” with luke and/or kieran? whoever you feel comfier with hehe <33

Thank you so much for the ask!! This was a lot of fun to do! And as a little treat, I did both twins, each with one of the quotes! Same starting prompt, but each one goes a little differently.

Prompts found here!

Warnings: These ended up kind of angsty, with mentions of some stuff that happens in the latest chapters of the main story, but no major spoilers? Let me know if there's anything that needs to be tagged!

Length: About 1k for each of them, including the starter

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You knew that this was going to happen. You knew. Yet you still weren’t prepared for the consequences. You didn’t expect for it to hit you so suddenly. 

Sylus was doing everything he could think of to earn your favor. Lavish gifts that cost more than any house in Linkon, beautiful clothing tailored exactly to your style and form, for you and you alone. He did his best to give you his full attention, to prioritize you without jeopardizing either of your goals. He tried, and you had to give him credit for that. But knowing that it was all with the end goal of you being able to resonate with him, to convince you not to hate him… None of it had the full effect. You couldn’t even find yourself completely grateful for the effort, since you still vividly remember the anger in his eyes when the researcher had told him that it was because you were so disgusted with him that you had a mental block keeping you from resonating with him. 

And even as you learned to appreciate him more, as you realized he wasn’t completely awful, you still knew that his efforts to win your heart would be in vain. Someone else already had it. 

LUKE

“Well that’s quite the sad face.” A voice spoke, startling you out of your thoughts. Once you registered who the voice belonged to, your shoulders sagged slightly in relief. 

“Hey, Luke.” You greeted quietly, looking over to him from where you were sitting. Sylus was busy with something or other, you don’t really remember what he said, and you were taking the opportunity to do a little bit of thinking while he was gone. So you’d settled yourself in a chair by one of the windows, looking out over the N109 Zone. Sylus didn’t really like having you near windows so much, especially without him there as a precaution, but he’s not here to stop you and you like the view. It made you feel a little less trapped. 

Luke hummed as he leaned against the wall in front of you, noticing the glittering necklace you were wearing. Beautiful rubies in the perfect setting to show off their brilliance, dainty enough to be elegant but sturdy enough that it wouldn’t be easily damaged. Clearly his master’s taste. 

He didn’t even have to verbalize his thoughts before you were speaking again. “Sylus’s latest gift… It really is beautiful.” 

“But you don’t seem satisfied.” He pointed out, moving to come closer to you, sitting on the arm of the chair. There was still a little bit of space between you two, and oh how you hated it. 

You let him reach out to touch the necklace, leaning closer to examine it. If it weren’t for where your thoughts have been, the guilt knotting up your stomach, you’d be inclined to kiss the beak of his mask to tease him. Just the thought made you turn away from Luke, catching his attention. So he reached up, gently cupping your cheek and turning your head towards him. You reached up to take hold of his hand, relishing in the familiar warmth of it. You opened your mouth to try and answer, to explain, but found your voice stuck in your throat. 

Luke hummed a bit, tilting his head slightly. “Is it an issue with the style?” He asked, earning a small shake of your head. “The gemstone, then?” He tried, earning another head shake. 

You took a slow breath to try and collect yourself, finally finding your voice again. “It’s a beautiful necklace…” you started, reaching up to touch the necklace yourself. “But… I feel bad.” 

Luke waited patiently for you to explain, though you could feel the curiosity radiating off of him, even with his mask blocking his expression. “He’s doing all of this, going so far out of his way, spending so much money, trying to get on my good side… Trying to make me fall for him… But I know it’s just so that I can Resonate with him… So it’s not going to work” You swallow hard, trying not to panic at the thought of what might happen when he loses patience with you. “Plus..” You started, then hesitating again. 

“Plus…?” He encouraged gently, his thumb rubbing against your cheek soothingly. It was the most he dared to offer for the moment. 

“The worst part of all of this, with all of the gits and the attention and the care,” you started, your free hand gesturing vaguely to the room to indicate this entire deal with Sylus, “I’m still in love with you.” 

Luke’s thumb paused, and you couldn’t tell what emotion it was from. Did you fluster him too much? Was he mad? Scared? You both knew that this was dangerous, for both of you. Sylus could kill either of you, or even both of you, for this seeming betrayal. You’d never forgive yourself if you got Luke hurt because of your own selfishness. 

It was only when your eyes started to water that Luke moved again, shifting his hand up to gently wipe under your eye, ready to catch the unshed tear. 

He moved closer, setting his chin on top of your head. The best comfort he can offer without risking stabbing you with his mask. “It’ll be okay.” He reassured, his voice quiet, but the way his chest rumbled your entire body helped your muscles relax ever so slightly. “We’ll figure it out… and I won’t let him hurt you. I promise.” 

You shifted to put your arms around him and hold him closer, no matter how awkward the position was. “I’m more worried about you.” 

Luke chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you in turn, giving you a gentle squeeze. “I’ll be fiiiine.” He teased, his tone more playful now. “You know better than anyone just how slippery I am~.” He added, and you could hear the grin i his voice and oh how you needed this. 

You laughed and moved away just enough to smack his arm, a few tears finally falling that you were quick to wipe away. “Luke!” You scolded, even though there wasn’t the slightest heat to your tone. 

Luke still seemed proud of himself, reluctantly letting you go so he could sit up on the arm of the chair more properly. There it is, that beautiful laugh he loved so much. The laugh that makes whatever punishments may come worth it. 

KIERAN

You’d found your way to one of the rooftops in the N109 zone, high up and out of reach of most people. Yet you’re still not surprised when you can feel someone watching you from nearby. You were sitting carefully on the edge with your legs dangling, kicking them ever so slightly. Tilting your head back to look towards your company, you offered a small smile when seeing Kieran. “I knew you’d find me eventually.” 

“I’d find you wherever you go.” He commented, walking closer now that he knows he won’t risk spooking you. “You know that.” 

“I do.” You answered, lifting your head properly again to resume staring out over the skyline. Honestly, that was part of what’s been going through your head. How, in Sylus’s efforts to ensure your safety, you had to give up your freedom. 

Sure, you could leave and go about, do pretty much whatever you wanted… but you were always watched. Monitored. No real moment to yourself. 

Though… sometimes, you don’t mind it. Because it means more time with Kieran, when he’s the one tasked with watching you. 

Kieran sat down beside you, within easy reach, but still giving you some space. He didn’t say anything, but you didn’t need him to. You scooted over to him, hesitating for a moment. “Where’s Luke?”

“Boss sent him to follow up on something.” Kieran answered quietly. 

You didn’t waste a moment before leaning against him, your head against his shoulder. 

Kieran waited just a moment before wrapping an arm around your shoulders, holding you close to him. “What are you thinking about?” 

You chewed your lip anxiously, trying to think about how to verbalize it. “Sylus. And you.” 

Kieran hummed to show he heard, but didn’t press for clarification. It was up to you if he needed to know. Oh how you loved that about him. How he accepted what he was given, especially when it came to you. You were both aware of the risks, of how bad of an idea this all was. How every little affection, every locking of your pinkies when you stood near each other, every passing glance, all of it just dug you two deeper into a hole you weren’t sure you could climb out of. 

“He’s trying so hard to convince me to Resonate with him… So much harder than I think I deserve, but… I also know it’s not going to work.” You admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “And I don’t know how to handle it… I don’t want to make him mad by telling him, but I don’t know how long I can put up with all of this either.” 

Your voice cracked, and Kieran pulled you closer against him, his head tilted down slightly towards you. He was careful not to risk poking you with his mask, no matter how badly he wants to nuzzle into you and smother you with affection, to try and dispel your sorrows. 

“I didn’t want to deal with all of this…” You mumbled, your eyes watering. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough for this….” 

Kieran hummed softly, resting his chin on top of yours and scooting away from the edge of the building to pull you into his lap. 

“I know that it’s a lot, especially when you didn’t ask for any of this…” He admitted quietly, “But… I’m glad that you’re here, all the same. I don’t want to know how to exist in a world without you.” 

You looked up at him, surprised by such outright affection. While it wasn’t as though he wasn’t capable of verbal reassurance, he tended to prefer actions over words. Perhaps he could tell that you really needed to hear it right now. Just that thought alone had your emotions spilling over, pulling yourself against him more as you tried to keep from having a complete breakdown on this rooftop. 

Kieran kept you close, gently pressing your head into his chest. “No one can see you, up here.” 

You gripped onto his shirt, trying to thank him, but instead what came out was a small sob. So there you sat with him, finally safe enough to let out some of the emotions you’ve kept bottled up for far too long. 

As much as he hated to see you cry, Kieran can’t help but be glad that you trust him enough to let your walls down with him. He wishes that you didn’t have to be so distressed thanks to your feelings for each other, that you didn’t have to have such a heavy weight on your shoulders. At least he can still be here for you… 

When you had finally managed to stop crying and lifted your head, Kieran gently ran his fingers through your hair. “Better?” 

You nodded, rubbing at your eyes to try and get rid of any lingering tears. “I’m sorry about that…”

“Don’t apologize.” He ‘scolded’, his tone gentle with no heat to it whatsoever. “You needed it. I’m glad I could be here to take care of you.” 

You offered Kieran a small smile, still lacking your usual energy but grateful all the same. “You always take such good care of me…” 

“Of course,” he hummed softly, “I’m always here for you.” 

[nanaimothoughts]

Overanalyzing the political messaging in a 4-ish minute medley because I can

So. Hamilton, huh? 10-year-old Broadway titan and the main reason why I started overanalyzing musicals (thanks Lin)

In honour of Hamilton's tenth anniversary this year, the OBC got together for a reunion performance at the Tony Awards. They had a 4-ish minute segment of the award show, which was taken up by a medley of some of the more popular songs from the show. And that's the end of it, just a celebration of the show being around for a decade, right?

Nope.

If there's anything I've learned from my old Hamilton hyperfixation, it's that not one thing in Lin-Manuel Miranda's work is accidental. Mans has a very specific reason for literally everything in his work. Lin is also very outspoken about how he's not exactly a fan of the Fascist Tangerine, so he used this performance to tell us exactly how he feels about the current administration because of-fucking-course he did.

First off, the clothes. The entire cast was wearing black, except for Jonathan Groff, King George III, who was in a red suit jacket. The King was wearing the colour of the Republican party. As for everyone else wearing all black, something something "mourning the democracy that the people they're portraying fought for or that they had in 2015" something something.

On top of that, the second-to-last song that has a part in the medley is History Has Its Eyes On You. But something's different. Normally, it's staged so Washington is facing Hamilton and giving him what amounts to a pep talk before Yorktown. But in Saturday's performance, Chris Jackson is facing the audience. As if the talk is meant for us this time. Mind you, this is the part of the song that Lin chose to use:

Let me tell you what I wish I'd known, When I was young and dreamed of glory, You have no control who lives, who dies, Who tells your story

I know that we can win I know that greatness lies in you But remember from here on in, History has its eyes on you

That feels pretty damn pointed to me. Also, as someone on TikTok pointed out (because I didn't notice right away), the lights at the back of the stage that turn on at the very end (after the last "I am not throwing away my shot!" from the end of Non-Stop) look an awful lot like the front of the White House at night.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk lol

[irritablepoe]

ok, i know i've done this analysis before though it has been an addition to another post of mine and most people only see the first post - soooo i'm gonna list the main points on here again

ok first i was like - this looks like fyodor, right? like the hair, the wound, the white clothes, and ofc the fact that he is nailed to a cross. fyodor sees himself as a kind of messiah, so it would make sense for him to think that he's dying for the sins of others. he also lies his actions and his life into god's hands as in "he's doing what god would want". come to think of it, fyodor's death might be fyodor's way of "cleansing the earth of sin" but i don't know if he sees it that way. anyways, i'm going to explain now why i think this is fyodor up there and why i think this scene already foretold fyodor's death.

now, there's so much to find in the light novel. we see fyodor at the end of the untold origins adaption and this might be a very obvious hint that fyodor's death is foretold in untold origins already. but the stage play reveals a lot, too.

first of all the stage play's summary is "an angel who murders", specifically an angel that kills their own kind.

that sounds an awful lot like fyodor doesn't it? he wants to kill all ability users after all. Now, i see fyodor in the murderer here, but i also see him in the victim bc of the following quote.

fyodor has been stabbed (not with a knife but yk), he fell with the helicopter, and he was poisoned. The heavy water could possibly count as strangulation but that might be me reaching. while most of this could also connect to dazai, he was shot by fyodor, not stabbed. it could potentially also relate to sigma, who fell with the elevator, was strangled by teruko and one could potentially say he was poisoned by fyodor's memories. also there is nothing unique about the ways they are murdered. fyodor sees sigma as an ordinary man. i'm kinda torn on this.

"if it was an angel, they would use the devine blade in their hand" like come on...

it's said in the stage play that there are 12 victims. someone in the other post mentioned that there were 12 apostles, though i don't know how this would make much sense in this context other than the connection to fyodor, that sees himself as jesus 2.0

ofc ofc there's also the judas x jesus dynamic between nikolai and fyodor here. nikolai being the one that wants to kill fyodor and "hires" dazai to do just that. though ofc nikolai regrets it immediately. also if we connect the 12 apostles that would be the 12 victims of the play or rather of fyodor, nikolai would've been beyond those victims, too. he was supposed to die.

also, i know this is about murakami BUT "the killer became the victim"!!!

idk if i have a final point here other than "look! this is connected!", but thank you anyways for everyone that commented on the last post, i included a lot of your points as well (if you want to be tagged, i'll do that ofc :3)

thank you for reading!

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taehyun was a man with very little recognisable clothing, to begin with. simple t-shirts, blank hoodies, and caps that were either his or not but he wasn't too fussy with in the first place... taehyun wasn't that big on fashion but he was willing to dabble in a couple of interests here and there whenever he felt like it. then of course, when the sparks began flying whenever you came rolling around the sparks doubling each time you reciprocated his feelings made it feel impossible not to combust... and the dire need to want you to wear his clothes.

as if it was a token of recognition that hey, maybe you two weren't just best friends who spent an awful lot of time with one another. and it seems like kai's picking up on it during movie night when–"hey! glad you could make–wait a minute, whose hoodie is that?"

before you can indulge in the hug that kai greets you with, he's just as quick to make you lean back so the rest of the boys can get a glimpse of what you're wearing. it wasn't anything out of the ordinary... unless you count the fact that you're wearing jeans with a hoodie–"that looks awfully familiar..." beomgyu chimes from the sofa, head lazily propped up from one of the ends to get a good look at you with squinting eyes. things were about to get chaotic and you could feel it until you locked eyes with someone who grounds you immediately with the hand that grabs onto yours.

your feet move along naturally, matching his steps as taehyun clears his throat and holds your interlocked hands up in the air for the four pairs of eyes watching: "y/n's wearing my hoodie, we're together. we'll be back in five minutes after ya'll finish screaming."

it's dead silence as you follow taehyun's cue back to his shared room with kai and he locks it, nudging you to take a seat on his bed. after a beat, he turns around to give you a smile, one that makes you smile back with the blooming feeling in your chest.

"you look good, even more with my hoodie on you."

"i'm keeping it, you're not getting it back now."

he shrugs and points to his closet with his head, "all of my clothes are free for your taking. just leave some for me."

you spread your arms out, "shut up and come hug me."

"augh," he huffs, "so needy," he says, even though his actions prove otherwise when he's on you in a heartbeat. as you sink in his embrace, feeling the way he slots his face to your neck, the quietness outside makes you curious to ask: "why're we in here? it doesn't sound like they're–"you stand corrected when on cue, there's yelling and shouting outside with a demand for taehyun to get out there to tell them the full story.

(("we're gonna have to go out, y'know? we can't stay in here forever." "eh," taehyun snorts, squeezing your waist, "we can let them wait a bit more."))

[winklestine]

random dramione 2000’s acting AU thought

content: perhaps muggle au (it’s not clear), perhaps dubcon, kind of ambiguous ending, a bit of snogging, autistic character

this is not very edited and technically the first fic like thing i’ve written.

hermione being a casting director for some trashy 2000’s teen rom com with a depressed and emo toxic boyfriend and and none of them being right. and she’s tired and she’s got her sexy little glasses on and pencil skirt and little heels and it’s the end of the day and she’s itchy. hermione has had maybe 6 hours of sleep this entire week. 

but draco is somehow the last on the list and he throws a duffel into the corner when he enters the room. and he’s so intense and off putting and tight black clothes and diamond jewellery glittering amongst the black bands around his wrists and kind of hunched but tall and blond hair over the forehead maybe some eyeliner and pack of ciggies in his back pocket and leering and simpering and selfish and petulant and he’s perfect and he gets cast. 

and he thinks that means that he’ll get to keep working with her or see her or get to be with her in some way and she was so efficient and beautiful and kind of mean and So Obviously missing a bf being sturdy and practical. and she’s taking notes and listening but not really giving him as much attention as she should. so she missed some of his signals. she didn’t look at him in the eye or even at his shoulders. he’d smirked at her and licked his lips at such dazzling and provocative lines like ‘i’d rather kill myself than break up with you’, ‘you’re mine forever, there’s nothing you can do about it’, ‘i’ve cut out the core of me and given it to you, i’m nothing without you’, ‘you’ll never survive on your own.’ etc. 

so he follows her out of the room as she’s telling him about the role and that he’ll need to come back to do a chemistry test with the fmc and he really just focuses on the coming back and he pushes her into some room off the hallway since she wants him so bad

he leans over her and actually holds her quite tight for someone who appears to only drink monster and maybe some instant ramen. the warmth of his palms presses through the fabric of her blouse and his hands are big enough that his thumbs slip under the short sleeves as he holds her shoulders against the wall. and she’s shocked and rigid but her eyes are level with his collar bones and this big chunky cross necklace and choker and the tendons of his neck are flush with the leather and she can see every breathe and movement of his adams apple above it. and that bulge is perfectly in line with the bulge in his stupid fucking jeans that was looking at her the whole way through the monologue…

“malfoy.” he’s hot, yes. and the pressure of his hands and his gaze on her skin js so nice. but this is weirdly inappropriate “um. sorry. what are you doing?”

and as he drags his hands down her arms his thumbs press against the tender inside of her bicep, through the crook of her elbow and her wrist and he holds her hands in each of his. 

“baby. don’t be sorry. i’m doing exactly what you asked me to do. a chemistry test. with the female main character.” he’s looking directly at her and it’s a lot. 

“uhh.. no. malfoy i- that’s not what i meant.” but he’s moving their hands up to the sides of her face. he drops her hands and they go to his shoulders (finally) and cups her jaw so his fingers sink into her loosened bun. he’s hunkering down into her space and his feet go to the outsides of hers and then she’s covered in him. 

“aw pet. are you shy? is that why you didn’t look at me?” he tilts his head to meet her eye but just misses. “don’t worry. i’ll be nice. just let me.” 

and he’s kissing her, swiping his lips against hers and pushing harder with each pass. and she kisses back and holds his shirt and comes up onto her toes. her head presses back into the wall behind her and he’s licking her lips now and their breathing is so loud.  

“come on, let me in. hmm?” his lips are against hers and the movement of his mouth moves hers as well. when she breathes out a sigh, it goes directly into his mouth and then he’s licking inside. pressing his tongue against hers and moving his entire head in a rhythmic push to get her to follow. and she does. 

when the kiss breaks, her lipstick is smeared across his mouth and her fingers got underneath his choker to pull him closer. one of his hands grasps a tit and the other pushes their bodies together from the small of her back. 

he pulls away a little bit and grabs her hand, having somehow unclasped one of the shiny bracelets he was wearing and wraps it around her wrist. “there. perfect. who’s a pretty pet now then.”

she looks at it and at him and her mouth drops open again. 

“where’s your car? hmm, baby?” 

he turns, her wrist and hand still in one of his and grabs his duffel and her fallen tote and pulls her from the room

[thousand-winters]

Hunter puts on Darius's cloak and gloves and acts like him in front of a mirror. (Could be main timeline, or it's little four year old hunter. He gets blushy when Darius catches him, but Darius loves that Hunter wants to act like him.

"Who wouldn't want to be the most handsome, smart and powerful male witch on the isles?" Darius chuckles, hugging his boy.

I feel like little four year old Hunter would probably be a little sheepish but mostly very excited to ask Darius what he thinks about it, getting into doing little poses easily and everything so his dad can take pictures. He wants to be just like his dad when he grows up, after all! Darius loses it just a little seeing Hunter's toothy grin while he holds his arms up, covered by too-big gloves and with his cape trailing on the floor behind him, to be picked up, he's practically rushing to pick up his kid and use that same cape as a sort of blanket.

Now as for main timeline Hunter? Oh, he would be mortified.

See, it's no secret that he admires Darius. Leaving aside the fact that he tried his best to care for him while they were both in an awful situation, and that he's taken him in as his parent (which for Hunter still half feels like something he should repay instead of something Darius did simply because he cares about him and wants him safe and happy... it's a work in progress), he always thought Darius was an impressive witch back in the coven days. He does have an amazing control over his specific kind of magic and was always respectable, not even because of his fancy behavior™️ but because he wasn't one to take his problems out on the scouts like some other Coven Heads.

So here he has someone who has done a lot for him, that he admires and wants to impress. And uh, oh, he does know Darius can be particular about his clothes and the fact he was imitating him is tricky too because what if Darius thinks he's mocking him? Hunter is already scrambling to explain himself when Darius says that and then he's just like "huh?" because he can't be that chill about it, can he?

Once Darius has stopped hugging him, Hunter still has enough incredulity in him to go "are you serious?", prompting a "well, yes. I am handsome, smart and powerful, don't you think?" from Darius which is so ridiculous that Hunter can't barely understand he's laughing by the time he's doing so already.

But it's Hunter, so once the mirth has calmed down enough, he still asks him if he's seriously not mad at him, and truly, why would Darius be? Hesimply gets closer and starts adjusting the gloves over Hunter's hands and the cloak so they are correctly adjusted and fit him better, while he tells him that he's quite flattered, in fact, that such a wonderful kid as Hunter would want to be like him in any way.

They both might end up a bit tearful.

[mingos]

「 h.c. ー eyesight 」

currently writing (by which i mean i've been trying to write for months - but each time i go on hiatus, i end up putting it off) a meta about doflamngo's eyesight, how awful it is, and how he uses his devil fruit & knowledge of spiders to compensate. it's way longer than i expected, complete with lots of spider infodumping & example gifs from the anime. so to make sure it's not too long, i'm splitting it into two.

　ironic for a man who sees himself as superior to humans in every possible way, doflamngo's eyesight absolutely sucks.

　without his glasses, he's legally blind. he also has severe light sensitivity due to dry eye syndrome. they're fuzzy, scratchy, red, & direct sunlight or bright indoor lighting is excruciating to him.

when he was small he was of the opinion (or, his grandfather was of the opinion & he followed suit) that someone did something to his eyes. a vengeful slave, or an extended family member jealous of the first-born son & heir of the main branch of the family ー somebody. he's pretty sure people were killed over it.

but that wasn't the case: unfortunately, he was just born that way.

without his glasses, he can't recognize faces across a room. he relies on voice or, in rosinante's case, clothing color/vague outline to identify a person. my iteration of doflamngo does know sign, but depending on if you headcanon rosinante as signing as well, or only writing ー both are basically illegible to him.

　with glasses, his vision is great ー to a point. dry eye is a daily thing, and he started suffering from migraines when he was a teenager ー which can wreak havoc on his vision during flareups. the severity of both depends on the day and factors like stress, alcohol, & activities like too much reading, too much time outside in morning-afternoon, or too much fucking around on the sky path without proper wind protection (wear your aviator googles, you fuck), but it's maneagble when he actually cares to.

-

　this is his most heavily guarded secret, & something he's legitimately killed people over. because it's not just a secret insecurity he has about "weakness" and his how it conflicts with his pride & image of godlike perfection - it's a liability.

if the wrong person knew how fucked his eyes are, he'd be in trouble; it would be so easy for an enemy to just draw him into a bright area, snap his glasses off his face, & watch him fight through the disorientation. it's no guarantee that they would win, though. he's not totally helpless - honestly, it's probably the quickest way for him to throw every attack he has in your direction in a fit of humiliation-induced rage and have you cut into ribbons - but it's not a situation he wants to put himself in.

as a default, the only people aware of this secret are the original four executives, rosinante, and law (the way i see it, he was the closest thing the dq pirates had to a ship's doctor for those two years). the rest of the family might know about his vision being a bit fuzzy or occasional light sensitivity from dry eye or migraines (things he can't really hide if you live with him long enough) but that's the extent.

[doctorstrangereview]

0130: Defenders #18

Cover Date: December 1974 On-Sale Date: September 17, 1974

We're in the middle installment of the Defenders vs. the Wrecking Crew arc and battles abound as our diminished Defenders line-up is joined by Luke Cage a.k.a. the here-for-hire, Power Man. Valkyrie's identity crisis continues in a cameo appearance. And Hulk, who melodramatically left last issue makes a surprise appearance at the end of the issue. Let's watch people beat each other up!

The Defenders, who currently consist of Doc and Nighthawk, along with Power Man are facing off against the musclebound and muscle-headed, Asgardian magic charged Wrecking Crew. Standing amidst the ruins of the just destroyed building, the police approach.

The Wrecking Crew divert their attention from our heroes to the fast approaching boys in blue. Thunderball lobs his wrecking ball at the speeding vehicles and Doc attempts to stop it. The ball actually goes around Doc's shield. It seems the ball is smarter than Thunderball!

Sadly, Doc's shield fails and one of the vehicles is destroyed. The Crew start towards the oncoming cars and the Defenders attempt to get in their way. The Wrecked breaks a water main which sweeps the heroes away. The Crew make short work of the police and attempt to vamoose, but an invisible shield causes a bump on Piledriver's head.

I really don't know why Thunderball thinks the invisible barrier is absurd. They're all magically empowered. But the Crew aren't exactly the sharpest tacks in the box. As the Crew turn back toward the Defenders, we turn our attention to Valkyrie, exploring her identity in the fortunately fictional Cobbler's Roost, Vermont. As Val exits her limo, she recalls what she was told about Barbara Norris with some nice flashback panels. She continues walking, and by an amazing coincidence, someone recognizes her.

Yes, this is a set-up for a future tale. This seems to be a trademark of the Defenders. There are set-ups that take YEARS to pan out! That's it for Val in this issue.

Turning back to the Defenders and the Wrecking Crew, the two groups spend about five pages in back and forth where the two teams are roughly equal. Doc asks them why the think they will prevail. This, of course, leads to a flashback to the Crew's origin.

In a nutshell, Wrecker uses some fellow inmates to break out of prison to find his magic crowbar. The four of them hold the bar while it's struck with lightning and thus the Wrecking Crew was born. The lightning wrecks (pun intended) their clothes and we get what is probably the closest thing to a Wrecking Crew thirst trap pic.

The crew are like "nyah, nyah, we're magic!" and Doc is like "wait a minute, I'm magic too. Heck, I'm supreme magic! It says so in my title!" Doc casts a spell which begins to drain the Crew of their magic power. Suddenly Doc gets a really big headache. Guess what? The Hulk has arrived and is pummeling Doc's invisible barrier. Feedback is a painful thing.

Before Nighthawk and Cage and tell the jolly green giant to calm down, he bursts through the barrier and Doc is out cold. Sadly, this returns the Crew's powers. The Hulk and the conscious Defenders mix it up with the Crew. The Crew realize the barrier is gone and reveal why they're doing this. There's some gizmo of Thunderball's they're trying to retrieve. Of Course the collapsing the building and fighting the heroes has managed to unearth the gizmo. Thunderball opens the case and... it's empty! What next?

So this issue was a secret quest and next issue is an obvious quest for whatever is in Thunderball's metal egg thing. There's lots of exciting fights and battles here. The cutaway to Val is a nice set-up for a future story. When it come's down to it, there's not an awful lot here. The battles take to long and the origin flashback takes too long. More than half the book is people punching or Doc zapping and some snappy back and forth. It's like there was a two-and-a-half issue story and this is what got padded to make it three.

The plot doesn't advance until the last page and everyone is here just to punch and receive punches. The only character moments are Val's as she continues to discover her body's history and Hulk, who has thought things over and want's to be friends with his buddies after all. Doc does show his protective instincts by attempted to keep the Crew from trouncing the police and that's a plus. But, all-in-all, this isn't Len's best work. Let's see what the conclusion has in store.

[calciumcryptid]

A, N, S

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

I adore VegasPete with all my heart. They are truly a ship written for me, and me only, with how much I adore them. There is something so special to me about Freak4Freak relationships, particularly when those freaks have the same flavor of trauma and take it out on each other. I will die on the hill VegasPete is dark romance done right, and I am forever sad I'll never get VegasPete the Series.

However, I have an immense soft spot for the PetePorsche friendship. It is so messy and nuanced, just so good.

Finally, I have become very fond of KinnBigPorsche. I wish there were more fanfictions for it because it is another ship where the dynamics are delicious every which way. Plus, there are so many jokes to make about Kinn constantly violating mafia human resources.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

In the KinnPorsche the Series fandom, I would love to see more people understand Porsche and Pete are separate characters. There is a tendency for fans to believe Porsche and Pete are cut from the same cloth, and its simply not true. They are different people with different desires and different histories. Plus, the fandom can't even get Porsche right, so they definitely can't get Pete right.

In the same fandom, I would love to see people let the characters keep more nuance especially in their conflicts. I feel like modern fandom has this thing where if they side with a character in a conflict then it means their character is one hundred percent in the right and the other side is one hundred percent evil. While fandom shouldn't do this with any fandom, they certainly shouldn't do it with a series rich with nuance like KinnPorsche the Series.

For the third one, I would love more stone-faced and unmasked Pete. I hate when I read post-canon fan fictions and Pete is smiling all the time. No, just no. He is with Vegas, he is comfortable letting his mask slip and there is nothing but his feral self underneath. He should be stone-faced with Vegas, with genuine smiles slipping out when he eats Vegas' food or engaging with Macau. Let him feel comfortable enough with someone to not smile 24/7.

I know it said three things, but as quick bonus one, Love in the Air fans need to actually watch KinnPorsche the Series and read metas on the characters before they write their crossovers. Stop making Porsche and Pete fifties Americana housewives, they are trained bodyguards with blood on their hands. I am beating you to death with hammers.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Pete is a lot more stone-faced post-canon, which throws everyone for a loop. He smiles, but he only really genuinely smiles with Vegas, Macau, and maybe Porsche. It leads to people leaving meetings believing Pete doesn't like them, but someone tells them if Pete is stone-faced that means he likes them.

Pete is super into fashion, in a way no one expected. He was the head bodyguard for Tankhun for years, and as a byproduct he has picked fashion up as an interest. He will spout knowledge off at random times, and it leads to a running gag in the criminal underworld where no matter the event VegasPete will out-dress everyone around them (even KinnPorsche).

VegasPete end up having a big family. They are the only ones who get a child canonically and that says something about them and their parenting. Now, the child is going to come out fucked, but definitely less fucked then you'd expect.

On the flipside, KinnPorsche aren't really good parents. They do their best, but there is an air of they didn't want kids but were expected to since Kinn is the main heir.

Porsche, Pete, and Porchay have a tendency to pick up strays, where they play mysterious benefactor to random people in alarming and stressful situations.

Pete was awful as a young bodyguard, like a feral wolf pup taken indoors they kept trying to domesticate, but since the other bodyguards weren't around during this era they don't know.

Pete is older than Vegas.

[zombiemagickeepsmealive]

Movie #237 watching every zombie movie ever. Night of the Living Dorks (2004) is kind of a 2000's tribute to the ridiculous zom coms of the 90's. It was pretty funny at times, but shared a lot of problems with its predecessors. I had to take pics of the TV again because it's a rare DVD. Or maybe I just wanted to because it's easier than looking for a trailer and searching through that for something good to screen cap.

So there's these three dorks who get bullied in high school and our main dork is in love with the popular girl even though his adorable goth neighbor is totally in love with him. Yeah, not buying the dorky dude not being into the goth girl. Sorry. So he goes to the goths to get a voodoo spell that will make the popular girl fall in love with him, but they're in the middle of a raise-the-dead spell and they get zombie ashes all over the dorks. The dorks leave, hit a tree with their van, die, and come back as zombers. Hijinks, hijinks, find the cure, fall in love with the goth neighbor, the end.

So one of the other dorks is in love with his teacher and they make out in the end, so that's awful. Everybody is homophobic, but it's the early 2000's so that's pretty accurate.

Zombies were fully aware and themselves. They are super strong, feel no pain, can't die other than by normal zombie-killing means, their eyes glow blue when they lose control and try to eat someone. And maybe they have the power to see through clothing? Could have just been the guy's imagination. They could staple pieces back on if they fell off like an ear, a hand, and a penis.

I did not care for the penis falling off scene.

One thumb up. The humor was ok, but I couldn't suspend my disbelief for a lot of it. There were these two stoner nurses who would smoke in the hospital. The dorks murdered a few people and nobody seemed to call the cops. But they had the main dork NOT be in love with his cute goth neighbor??? Yeah right.