#im tired of these false accusations

[radisprettysick]

Choso is NOT stoic and emotionless, he literally cried when yuji called him his big brother in front of other people.

[spitvalve]

"lifeweaver is a twink" NO he is NOT! have you ever seen that man before..?? he is muscular as hell....

[matt-w-blogging]

Q: What do you have to say about the queerbaiting accusations?

A: What do you mean?

Q: People are accusing you of pretending to be queer for your own personal gain.

A: I've never said I was queer.

Q: Well, no, but you flirt with your (same-gender) friends and joke about being in a relationship with them.

A: Those are just jokes; all my friends make those jokes, with all our friends, regardless of gender. Nobody gets mad at me when I make those jokes with my (not-same-gender) friends.

Q: That's different.

A: Why, because being straight is the "default"?

Q: ...

A: What I'm hearing here is that people speculated my sexuality, were wrong, and then got mad at me for it. I never pretended to be queer or said I was, I'm just comfortable joking around with my friends.

[theinfernalcalypso]

Thatonedeadboy / thatonedeadboi groomed multiple minors and is talking to and cheating on multiple girls. Stay safe.

do we got proof, my good anon

[taintedcigs]

i slept with someone from corroded coffin and all i got was this stupid song written about me.

ROCKSTAR!FBOY!EDDIE X READER

summary: fooling around with a famous rockstar who's a notorious playboy sounds perfect on paper, until you catch feelings for him. that's why you decide to end things, to not get your feelings get hurt, and its all going perfectly, until eddie releases a song, written all about you.

warnings: smut, p in v, MINORS DNI!!!!, pet names, praising?, lovey dovey, kinda angst and arguments, drgs & alcohol mention, swearing? idk this is kinda cheesy n cute with a mix of fluff sprinkled honestly!

author's note: the indented parts are texts between steve and reader and thenn reader and eddie. they look confusing as fuck im sorry i just wanted to make them look unique but they look stupid. also yes. i patted myself in the back after i found this title (thank you fob). and yes the lyrics are inspired by i don't care im on a fob kick sue me! and ofc fboy!eddie isn't actually that much of a fboy bc if i can't write lovesick eddie ill die. this is super cheesy so i still struggled a lot but UGH. not proof-read ignore all mistakes

also credits to @dumplingsjinson for the prompts! (i changed them but still!) and @saradika for the dividers! pls like + rb + interact w me in anyway to support my writings!! ty!!

DINGUS sent you a spotify link. did you listen to this? yeah. its kinda romantic. no. the lyrics are insane. n all about u okay? are u at the party rn? yeah. u comin? soon he’s there too u already knew that, didn’t u?  false accusations r rude, steve.

You click your phone off with a groan, but he was right. You couldn’t stay away from him, and maybe, just maybe, this was your way of running into him, accidentally. 

Because ever since he released the song, the tabloids had gone crazy with it, half of the lyrics screamed you and all of the old headlines pointed at you, the mystery girl Eddie used to be seen with, and you really were growing tired of seeing your name next to “Munson’s new girl.” 

Because you weren’t his new girl, you weren’t his anything. He was a cocky asshole who was good with a guitar and was even better at fucking. And that was something both of you could relate to, the only thing you had in common with him. Or, so you thought. 

But of course, as with everything else, the things between you changed, you started staying over, he started staying over, and the two of you even went on fucking dates, disguising them under ‘we were just hungry, is all.’ 

You tried to keep up the cool girl act, like you could fuck someone and not catch feelings. Every inch of you itched not to care, to act like it was all fine, but it was all fucking bullshit, you cared, so fucking much that your chest ached. The more you got to know him, the more you fell for him, and the more you fell for him, the more you realized there was no fucking way this would work. 

Cocky rockstar who spent more time doing drugs than sleeping, with girls all over him? The imaginary red flag bells rang in your ear, even now. He wasn’t looking for a relationship and you knew that. That’s why you ended it two months ago. Or at least, you started ignoring him two months ago. 

Yet, he had been calling and texting you, wanting to meet up, drunken slurs of nonsense, gibberish voicemails, and yet you never answered, because if you did, you knew you’d be back to pathetically swooning over him.

Until today, just because of that stupid song, like it meant anything. That douchebag probably wrote songs about every girl he fucked. 

You weren’t special. 

Another ding sound from your phone almost startled you, the contact name made you groan even louder. “don’t FUCKING answer.” That didn’t mean shit. It was just something stupid to make you feel better that you couldn’t stay away from him, because you knew, deep down that if you really didn’t want him to contact you, you would’ve deleted his number, and blocked him. You were too chicken shit to do that, and still desperately wanted to hear from him. 

So you settled on that contact name. Like it made a difference, like it changed anything. 

DONT FUCKING ANSWER did you listen to the song?

Don’t fucking answer. The contact name should be enough to convince yourself that.

Too late.

                                                                   no. don’t lie to me, sweetheart.                                                                            why would i lie?

You sink into the couch, a much quieter corner of the party, not even bothering to socialize. Your brows furrow, index finger flying to your lips anxiously, as you chew on it to patiently wait for an answer.

You sip on your drink with a nervous gaze on your screen, barely noticing the way the couch sink further when someone else took a seat next to you. 

“Hi.” The gravelly voice pulls your attention away from the screen, making you set your drink aside as you look up, finding yourself face-to-face with him. 

Shaggy bangs cascade onto his forehead, and with your exaggeration, it looks longer than the last time you saw him. Black jeans cladded with chains. A graphic tee messily thrown over his heavily tatted chest, that you could still imagine right about now—pathetic. He looked just about the same, the deep dimple adorning his soft cheeks had seemed to disappear, wearing a scowl instead, that tiny voice in your head told you that was your doing, that maybe he was just as miserable as you. Maybe your feelings weren’t fully one-sided.  

Shit. 

“Eddie?” Squeaky, and annoying, you were sure that’s how your tone sounded, yet he didn’t seem to comment on it.

“‘m glad you remember my name, sweetheart,” he scoffs sarcastically, leaning further into the plush couch, elbow propped at the side, eyeing you with frustration. 

“W—what the hell are you doing here?” You stutter as if you weren’t expecting to run into him. Full of bullshit. 

“Did ya really think you could ignore me forever, huh?” He tilts his head slightly, almost expectedly, earning an eye roll from you. 

“I wasn’t ignoring yo—”

Eddie tuts quickly, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that cuts through the ambient noise of the party, “I thought we said no more lies, huh?” 

With a huff, “Why are you here, Eddie?” you mumble.

“Am I not allowed to party?” He banters, brows slightly raised, making you huff out an exasperated breath, your eyes bore into him, almost to signal him ‘Take this seriously.’

“I wanted to know what you thought.” He shrugs like it was normal to just come running after everything just to know what you thought of the song. 

“The song?” He nods in confirmation.

“Didn’t like it,” you confess, avoiding his gaze, but your brows betray you, lifting ever so slightly.

He tsks, shutting you off quickly, “You see that little quirk your brow did? That only happens when you lie, you can’t help it. You do that when I ask you if you ate the last pizza slice, or when I ask if you watched the next episode of the show we were supposed to watch together, or when you—” 

“Fine, fine! I liked it,” you groan, interrupting him and suddenly standing up from the comfort of the couch, being so face-to-face with him immediately making your nerves bubble.

“Just liked?” He tilts his head slightly, a smirk curving on his lips. 

A deep sigh of breath, “what do you want, Munson?”

He stands up with you, making you back away from him with a heavy footstep, the entire party was too loud and crowded, yet, in this stupid corner, it was just the two of you. “For you to admit that you loooved the song, and how much you missed me,” he sing-songs, taking a step closer to you, musky smell invading your senses, making you take a deep breath.

Both of you stand near the wall, and it should be awkward, it should be enough to make you leave, but all it does is draw you closer to him.

“You’re annoying.” 

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“I wasn’t avoiding—” He tuts, with his stupid index finger up, rejecting your lie.

“I—I don’t know what you expected.” You shrug, so nonchalantly that his gaze narrows, chest aching with the implications of your words.

“We both knew this wouldn’t last forever, didn’t we?” You chew the inside of your lip to stop those tears that had been begging to flow ever since you listened to the song, wiping off that smirk on Eddie’s lips. 

“Would’ve been nice if I got a reminder, and not have been just fully ghosted, huh?” The brunette grumbles with a downturn of his lips, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“Oh, don’t act all high and mighty, isn’t that what you do all the fucking time?” you snap, gaze narrowed, and arms crossed against your chest. 

“Fuck girls and then leave them? Did it crush your ego this fucking much that I did before you could?” 

“What the fuck does that mean?” He retaliates. 

“It means I was smart enough to pull myself away from your bullshit,” you rasp, disdain written all over your face.The room seems to shrink as the distance between you decreases. 

Another step closer to you, and you didn’t realize your back had hit the wall now. “My bullshit? God, that’s fucking rich, if I seem to recall correctly sweetheart, you were in this as much as I fucking was!”

“Oh, was I?” You bark out a chuckle, cruel, mocking, “I don’t remember being okay with you fucking half the city.” Realization of how bitter and jealous that sounds, dawns on you much later than the words leave your lips, and thankfully, Eddie’s too fucking immersed to realize the double meaning of your words. 

“Are you fucking kidding? No strings attached! Non-exclusive! That’s what you fuckin’ signed up for!” His voice echoes, mirroring his frustration, and you open your mouth.

But he doesn’t let you speak further, cutting you off sharply. “Is this all because of that new guy you’re seein’?” 

“What? What guy?” 

“The one who was all over you earlier,” he bites out, jaw clenched, and you can almost taste his bitterness in the air.  

“The same one you fucked at Jeff’s party.”

“Are you stalking me, Munson?” 

“Did you just want an excuse to end things? Are the two of you serious or somethin’?” His voice wavered between anger and desperation, gaze pathetically searching for yours, to gauge your reaction.

You scoff. Did he really think you’d end things because of a stupid fling you had which in the first place occurred just so you could forget him? He was so goddamn clueless it drove you insane. 

But what you didn’t realize was that you were just as clueless, if not more, because why would he write a song all about you, if this was just about sex? Because who would get so jealous of someone they didn’t care about? 

Say my name and his in the same breath.

I dare you to say they taste the same. 

The lyrics from his stupid song swirled your thoughts, yet you were still too stupid to see it, weren’t you?

Another step closer to you, a dangerous game the two of you liked to play. He smelled alluring, a fucked up mix of nicotine, his musky cologne, and that damn leather jacket. “Do you really think, he could compare to me, sweetheart?” 

Say my name and his in the same breath.

“Tell me he’s fucking better, and he’s actually what you want, and I’ll fucking leave, I’ll bury all the other songs I wrote, tell me, and I’ll be out of your hair forever.”

I dare you to say they taste the same. 

And just like that, all the defenses you put up, all the times you ignored him, they are cracked, disappearing into thin air. You hate it, you hate that he has this effect on you, you can feel your mind getting hazier, eyes blinking rapidly to process what the fuck is going on, and his face is mere inches away from yours. You knew their names didn’t taste the same. And you knew he could never ever compare to Eddie.

“Tell me,” he encourages, dares you to. You fail to notice how much emotion his gaze carries, how the corners of his lips twitch, just at the thought of you finally admitting you don’t want him. His stomach turns at the thought, this is his last chance, he knows that, and he can’t fucking lose you. He can’t. 

And you don’t know any of that, but you knew, know that no one else could compare to him. And you hate yourself for thinking that, you hate yourself for falling for him, the world stops rotating on its axis when he’s in your peripheral vision, and it’s fucking disgusting. Pathetic. Stupid. Because you know the two of you have no chance. But here you are. 

“H—he is b—” Of course, your brow quirks up almost immediately, betraying you quicker than you can even attempt to lie. 

That dawning smirk appears on his lips again, it’s mocking, and just as much smug. You want to wipe it off of his stupidly pretty face. “Tell me,” he dares you, again. This time much cockier and confident, and you suddenly realize how small you feel under him.

“He isn’t,” your meek voice is barely audible.

And you don’t register the shaky breath he draws when the words leave your lips, giving him the confirmation he needs. You wanted him, he had no fucking clue why you ghosted him, yet you still wanted him. Just as much as he wanted you. 

Both of his hands were placed on the wall now, towering over you, making your breath get caught up in your throat. “Speak up.”

“No, fuck! You know he’s not, you know he could never fucking compare to you, you fucking know tha—” He shuts you up with a rough kiss, lips pressed against yours messily, letting the petty comments die down your throat. Because this is all he wanted, needed to hear anyway. 

“Up,” he grunts into the kiss, tapping your thighs, hoisting you up from your waist to help you wrap your legs around him, tight, he wants you at his mercy, locked to him. 

You wrap your legs around him, barely, the melty sensation in your knees making you so shaky that he barks out a laugh into your lips, holding you close, firm, the butterflies in your stomach traveling all across your body.

He lifts you up as if you are weightless, arms wrapped around you strongly as he carries you to the nearest empty bedroom, impressively without hitting your back anywhere, so roughly that your core throbs at the feeling of his arms around you.

“Baby,” he mutters as he lowers you down on the bed swiftly, smooth, gaze darkened and pupils blown wide, all the pent up desire waiting to explode. 

“Eddie,” you beg, shaky voice sounding purely angelic to his ears once he got rid of his shirt, shrugging it off with a huff, his fingertips grazing against your top, feeling your hardened nipples, causing gasps out of you, he’s quick to pull it over your head while you run your fingers up the grooves of his stomach, the tip of your fingertips almost burns everywhere you touch. 

He groans at the sight of your bare breasts, “missed thi-you,” he corrects himself, because that’s all he wanted anyways, you. 

He nips at your nipples, tongue good at giving attention to both of them, all wet and warm, making you squirm under his touch, you’re quick to get rid of everything else, leaving you in your panties, making him grunt. 

The pad of his thumb rubs against your left nipple, leaving goosebumps in its wake, while his other hand travels down your chest, then your stomach, finally drawing circles when it stops between your thighs, ghosting over your panties before he tugs them down your legs, spreading them apart with a slight hum, pupils blown so wide that you can’t admire those chocolate hues anymore. 

He visually drinks in that sight of you, laid down on the couch, eyes squeezed shut, back arched, and he hasn’t even touched you yet. You’re completely at his mercy and his chest aches with need. “So pretty like this f’me,” he coos into your chest, pushing his middle finger inside of you. Making you feel so good that you can’t stop the gasps coming out of your lips.   

Pleasure shivers through everywhere he sucks and touches, his finger eases into you when he adds another one, a moan escaping you quickly. “Need to be in here, sweetheart, d’ya have any idea how much I missed this?” 

You don’t. You don’t know about the sleepless nights, the drunken ones, the drug-induced ones in an attempt to recreate the high you gave him. It’s fucked up, it’s insanely toxic. Yet, he can’t get enough of you. 

His gaze upon you is dangerous, maybe it’s because he had missed you so goddamn much, or maybe because he didn’t know where this would lead, but it felt fucking sentimental, different somehow, and he could feel you, everywhere on his skin.

Your hips start rocking up against him when the pad of his thumb flicks over your clit, making you arch your back, whines, mumbles leaving your lips. And all he can muster is, “so goddamn beautiful, look at you whining for me.”

You can feel his bulge rub against your thigh every now and then, it’s distracting, almost agonizing. You desperately need it inside of you, you had missed him, missed his touch, missed the feeling of him filling you to the brim, you missed seeing his face contort in pleasure when he was inside of you, you wanted him to never forget you again. 

That’s why you feel so numb, can barely speak, and of course, Eddie notices, how unusually quiet you are, and he wants to make this unforgettable, just so you have another reason to come back to him. Just so you don’t leave him, just so you stay forever. 

“Gone too quiet on me, honey, tell me what you need,” he coos down at you, thumb still caressing your pussy, and all you can fucking do is chew down on your bottom lips, eyeing his bulge that was begging to get out. And he barks out a goddamn chuckle, “P—please, Eddie.” Pathetically leaves your lips. 

And normally he would make you beg, tease further, but he reaches to tug down his pants quickly, because fuck, he had missed you. And he can’t bear the thought of not being inside of you any longer. 

Thinking is not your strongest suit right now either, your brain is mushy, all the nights and days spent thinking about him, about this explodes into your body. Your pussy aches when you finally see his cock again, a sound of need leaving your lips as you eye his length, so big that pleasure ripples through you, especially when you see his gushy tip, glistening with pre-cum. 

You want every fucking inch inside of you, and Eddie’s more than ready to oblige, “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

“Need you, Eddie,” you moan, all fucked out, his fingers slip in and out of you still, but it isn’t enough for him. He needs more, he craves your validation like he never has before. 

“God, you’re soakin’ my fingers, princess,” he grunts, wedging himself between your thighs, weeping cock drips onto your inner thighs, making you moan breathlessly. “Tell me exactly what you fuckin’ want, honey.”

“Eddie.” His name sounds like silk, even when it’s so lewd, Eddie decides, and it makes him let out an impatient huff. “P—please. Need you to fuck me.” It’s so goddamn desperate that you can feel heat rise to your cheeks, but it’s everything to him.

“Want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

“Oh, that’s easy, sweetheart,” he grunts, lining his cock through your entrance, coating himself in your slick, enjoying your mewls before he doesn’t hesitate to push his cock inside of you, inch by inch, relishing the way you cry out for him. 

Greedily, you rock your hips into him, making him let out a frustrated groan. “Have no fuckin’ idea how much I missed this greedy cunt, sweetheart, shit.” He thrusts in a few more inches, and breathless moans and babbles of his name fill the air.

“Suckin’ me right in, baby, fuck, you’re so pretty like this, mhmm.” His cock moves inside of you, and your hands are wrapped around his back, desperately clawing at it, the fullness making you want more, “you like that, baby, like bein’ full of me?” A heavy sound leaves his lips, pathetic and you pulse around him. 

“S’so good Eddie, and s’big,” you barely manage to let out, and he watches you with that burning amber gaze, thrusting all the way in without hesitation. Those plushy lips that hang open, that filthy mouth, the prettiest fucking features—you, were going to be the death of him. 

Maybe it’s because you had missed him, or maybe because you hadn’t experienced this in a long time, or fuck, maybe, just maybe that the song had created a new type of need between the two of you. Using sex as a sort of connection that the both of you desperately needed. But, shit, was it this different this time. 

He felt different—his lips, touch, skin as it slapped against yours, it was different. 

Full. You feel so fucking full that your back involuntarily arches against him, fingers clenching desperately, your screams and cries filling the room the more he plunges inside of you, deeper, hungry, and just as greedy as you. 

“Yeah, better than that asshole?” It rolls off his lips so bitter and jealous that you can barely register it. Not being used to this possessive side of him, and it’s glorious, especially when he’s pounding his frustrations and insecurities into you. 

“Mhmm, so much better.” You clawed at his back, every thrust of his hip making you feel higher and higher, mind filled with nothing but him. 

“So pretty like this when you say my name, sweetheart… so goddamn beautiful, and all mine, yea?” He wants a confirmation, and wants to hear you say it, his head ducking between your breasts again to kiss, taste, suckle them. Make sure he never forgets it. 

“Wanna hear you say it.” He hums, the vibrations reverberating through your chest straight into your core, cock plowed so deep inside of you that you can barely speak through your cries, hitting that sweet spot that every other asshole misses. 

You’re too scared to give him what he wants. But you feel him, everywhere, and you still want more, of course, you’re his. That’s all you fucking wanted anyway. Plushy lips shake as you gaze up at him, his amber hues are so sticky-sweet that you still struggle to process it, words come out in a ramble “All yours, Eddie.”

His mouth crashes onto yours roughly, desire coursing through both of your bodies, almost interconnected. “Shit, fuckin’ hell sweetheart, ‘m not gonna last long.” His thrusts are getting sloppier, yet you feel the ravaging desire coursing through your veins. 

“So perfect,” he murmurs, the kiss he lays on your lips just as relentless, not letting you breathe or think for a goddamn second, you’re so goddamn close.

And you wonder, how the fuck did you even go two months without this? Without him?

“Eddie!” You cry out once you feel the pad of his thumb rubbing against your clit, eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm washes over you. Pure bliss overtakes you while you claw at his back, his body tenses, and cock flexes as he cums inside of you, groans and curses left in your hair. 

Minutes pass of you lying next to each other, breathless, processing everything that just transpired. And you should feel guilty, embarrassed, and should run to the hills for doing this with him again. 

But you’re obsessed, addicted. He’s like an excitement that you’re sure you’ve never felt before, running through your veins, like a fucking drug. 

Both of you get dressed in silence, the party booming outside is quick to bring the two of you back to reality, and out of the trance that he pulled you in. 

He breaks your bewilderment with a slight “Fuck.” Standing on the opposite side of the bed before he fully turns to you. “This wasn’t—I was supposed to talk to you.” He mutters, fingertips anxiously running through his tousled hair.

Caught off guard and awfully curious, you mumble, “About what?”

“The song…”

“I told you I liked it.”

His brow furrows deeper, and he shakes his head in frustration. “No, that’s not it—uh, did you not listen to the lyrics?”

“I did.”

“And?”

Your face searches his for some clarity, you take a step closer to him, the distance between the two of you was still awfully much according to him. “What are you asking of me, Eddie? Did you really think one song would just solve everything?”

“You don’t get it, do you?”

“W—what am I supposed to get Eddie? You wanna have your cake and eat it too! And I just can’t fucking do that, not anymore.”

“That’s—that’s not it!” His voice wavers, with urgency, and desperation in his tone. He takes a step forward, attempting to bridge the emotional gap, feeling so fucking frustrated that he wants to rip his hair out.

“Then fucking explain it to me!” You plead. 

“You want an explanation, fine! Fucking fine!” His frustration echoed through the room, pacing back and forth, making you take a deep breath. 

Was he… actually gonna do this? 

“You wanna know what the fuck I’ve been doing ever since you ghosted me?” He ran a hand through his hair, scared, gaze all mellow and vulnerable in a way you have never seen before. It makes your shoulders slump when you nod. 

“I go to those stupid Hollywood parties, meet asshole rockstars—the most interesting shit, yet somehow someway the thought of you will pop up in my mind, uncalled for, might I add, and then I can’t stop thinking about it, can’t stop thinking about you the whole fucking day.” Your eyes widen, trying to absorb his revelation, yet he won’t stop rambling and you feel your chest tighten with each word, fuck, he’s finally doing it.

“I—I never—shit! I never thought myself capable of feeling things like this, but fuck, you came along, with that goddamn smile, throwing a manicured middle finger right in my face, a—and just put up with my bullshit.” His voice softened, and he couldn’t help but trace the contours of your face, to desperately know if you were on the same boat, and you look at him with such glistened eyes that his heart leaps to his stomach. 

“My world flipped upside down, and you have proven me, so goddamn wrong that I don’t even know who the fuck I am anymore!” The tears almost welled in your eyes, because, fuck, there was no way this was real.  

You reached out instinctively, the corner of your mouth twitching uncontrollably. “E—Eddie, please… please stop saying things you don’t fucking mean.” 

“Things I don’t mean?” He gives you a breathy chuckle, ironic, and nowhere near funny. His eyes bore into yours, intense and searching. “Do you think I like feeling whatever the hell this is? I fucking don’t, you have me acting like someone I’m so unfamiliar with, to the point where it scares me. All I can think about is you, you, you, because you occupy every single space of my mind.” Your eyes soften, the room seemingly pulsing with his emotions, making you feel hot everywhere on your body. 

He felt the same way.

Eddie felt the same way. 

“B—but fuck I’m scared, honey, I’m so goddamn scared,” He admits, the vulnerability in his voice cutting through the tension before he’s at your side, calloused hands grabbing you by the shoulder, so softly that you melt into him.

“Because what if—what if all of this comes crashing down one day?” His voice trembles, gaze avoiding yours, he was scared, so goddamn scared of losing you. Forever. He doesn’t want that, he couldn’t afford that. 

“Just two months away from you fucking sucked. I didn’t—I don’t wanna feel these things, but you make it so hard not to.”  His forehead rests against yours, making you suck in a deep breath, it’s all so fucking sentimental, and all you wanna do this kiss him, tell him you feel the exact same way. Tell him about your fears. 

“And now I can’t fucking stop, fuck,” He confesses, admission punctuated by a frustrated sigh. 

“I wrote you a song,” he gently caresses your cheek, and you’re so scared to look up at him, to meet his tender gaze, because you know you can’t hold yourself back. 

“I came over to this party in a frenzy when I found out you’d be here,” he continued, his fingers tracing a delicate pattern along your jawline. “I—I just I haven’t even been able to touch another girl.” Your eyes snap open, you’re sure they’re almost heart-shaped now, with the adoration you look at him.

“And, do you actually fucking think I'd write songs for just anyone—” His question lingers in the air before you shut him up with a kiss, rough, sweet, and making Eddie feel dizzy all over, his head struggles to comprehend it all, breathless but he manages to react just in time.

The booming music becoming a mere background noise when he had you, mind swirling with all the possibilities and mouth begging to never stop tasting you. He wants to let you completely engulf him, feel you everywhere.

Everything he wanted and more.

He fucking hates himself for doing this, but he pulls away, mesmerized, eyes so wide that you can’t believe this is Eddie, he’s all flustered, salmon pink. And it makes a wider grin sit on your lips. “So… you—uh, what does this mean?”

You smile at him, lips widely stretching into a grin, as you shrug. “It means I feel the same, Eddie.” you admit, tone a tender reassurance. “That’s why I tried to shut you out… to try to move on, because I was scared—fuck, but I feel the same way.”

“So, does that mean we're dating now?”

“We can take things slow, figure everything out?” you mutter with a shy gaze, lips itching to twitch into a smile, again. “But I—uh—I like you, I really, really like you.”

“Gone soft on me already, sweetheart?” he mumbles with a stupid grin, making you elbow him softly, with an exaggerated playful huff. 

He’s quick to flinch, rubbing his arm as if you even delivered a powerful blow. “Ow—what the hell is wrong with you?”

“You think I’m going soft? You’re the one who wrote his feelings as an exaggerated love song!” 

He leans further slightly, his grin widening when you gave him those adorable eyes, finding you both equally amusing and endearing. “Oh… just you wait.”

You arched a brow, curiosity piqued, “What the hell does that mean?”

“The album is coming out soon, sweetheart. If you think this was an exaggeration, you should hear the whole fucking thing.”

That glint re-appears in your eyes just as quickly, gaze softening as you melt into his embrace.

“You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.” You tease, scrunching your nose at him, so adorably that he leans down and presses a gentle kiss onto your hair.

He's an idiot, a total complete fucking idiot, but he's all yours.

[montimer]

Claude Frollo x Knight!reader

Gn!reader, oneshot

Warning: smutty but i'll put a line where it starts

You were his loyal knight. He trusted you deeply. And you never disobeyed him or even hesitated about any of his request.

He loved you for your loyalty and how brave you were. There was just this one problem. He didn't just admire you for those quality's. He got lost in your eyes and the way you smiled at him rather often.

A smug smile always formed on his lips whenever you replied with a "Yes sir!"

And when your attention was on someone else, well it made him very upset. Especially if you looked happy talking to the person who wasn't him.

But he refused the idea of being in love. 'No there is just no way, i must be wrong' he told himself.

He found himself thinking about you at late nights. At first it was just him worrying. But soon he started to rewind memories. Memories about you talking to him, smiling at him, calling out to him.

'This is all their fault' he thought to himself. 'You're the reason i can't get any sleep' he complained.

Earlier in the afternoon he couldn't stop staring at you and when you pointed it out he said that you are falsely accusing him. Which you responded with a "Im sorry sir. It's just that you look tired, is everything alright?"

He stared at you unblinking for a second (which kind of spooked you out). "I just- had a problem with the fireplace, yes yes thats it" he said it strangely but not enough for you to suspect anything. Plus you didn't wanted to question the judge anymore.

"I see, well if there's anything i can help with, you know where to find me" you said it smilingly with a wink. You didn't mean anything by it, just wanted to seem nice but he almost choked on the air.

He didn't said anything, and after coming back to reality he quickly gave you a nod.

'He probably didn't get much sleep' you thinked.

"Well im off! Hope ur majesty sleeps well tonight." And with that you jumped on your horse and he watched you until you disappeared.

Back to the present he was still wide awake. He wished he could just finally sleep and get a good rest.

After moving around for a couple of more seconds he found himself in a comforting position. And soon after finally fall asleep.

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In his dream, even there you couldn't leave his mind.

Plus you were laying so close to him. And your hands roamed around his body, complimenting him, asking him if it feels good.

"Oh Judge, you are the greatest" you said it seductively, stroking his ego (and his body)

He couldn't respond, only moans and whimpers came out of his mouth.

Your hands find their ways to his private area and he felt his heart skip a beat.

He was a blushing mess at this point.

Your voice, your hand, your beauty was making him go crazy. How could he not give in?

Your figure took his face in their hands and pulled him in for a kiss. When you pulled away he was trying to catch his breath. He never felt this good before. He never wanted to give in to lust, to sin. But here he is, letting you take control.

His hands moved to touch you but you grabbed them and pinned him down. Now on top of him.

"I saw the way you were staring at me, taking a like to me huh sir?"

He was not sure how long he can handle this for.

He didn't quite know what or how to but he wanted some sort of release from the pleasure.

You started kissing his neck and nibbling on it. He felt something rush trough him.

He woke up and sit up fast, still panting, his face all red.

He felt a strange feeling in his pants. Little did he know he just had a wet dream.

After that he felt very embarrassed but also interested. He couldn't look you in the eye that day. He just stared at you, turning away with a slight blush when you looked at him.

But now he knew, that no matter what. He has to make you his.

'They will be mine, even if it takes for me to act a sin. It's their fault anyways, they must knew what they were doing to me, with the way they talk,act, and smile my way' he told himself many times.

And the judge does not give up so easily. So it's all on you. Will you go the easy or the hard way?

[lilisgardensblog]

Stream theory! time:

I am here to write my thoughts about the Neuvillette part of the stream/trailer, feel free to share yours too!

"The Melusines can't be trusted! That goes for Neuvillette too!"

So, first I have to say I'm heartbroken to hear that the Melusines and Neuvillette can't be trusted, but idc idc i trust them no matter what. And the Melusines saying: "I'm confident that we'll find the meaning of our existence one day" truly broke my heart.

To keep going with the Neuvillette angst we have The Chief of Justice himself saying: "I find it difficult to express my emotions, because I cannot fully understand myself" The struggle to deal with accusations from your own people that they don't trust you while being unable to show them how you really feel... and to add to that whatever rumours saying that u were born from calamity?? I'm so confused and sooo hyped to get the full lore.

'is this what justice means to u? answer me neuvillette!'

First, let me point out THE VOICE ACTING FOR THIS LINE IS CHEF KISS. It sends shivers down my spine every time I hear it. And every time I hear it I'm thinking, what verdict did Neuvillette come to for Wrio to deliver such a powerful line? Maybe it's about Lyney and Lynette? Because we hear Freminet asking Wrio about his siblings and I'm thinking that maybe Wrio goes and demands an explanation from Neuvillette?

"You will see much in the human world, from the delightful to the depressing and one day, when you have dwelt among humanity long enough, you will be placed to bring judgement over all, as the spokesperson for Fontaine's past"

Can't move on from this line without pointing out the informal addressing here. No Monsieur or anything. Straight up Neuvillette. I'm curious to see how close the characters are and why does Wrio sounds so hurt/betrayed.

edit: a lot of people told me the voice line is from an npc but im too tired to delete everything👍

THIS??? raised so many questions in my head it's crazy. it's unnecessary. The hold this last line has on me is absurd. I think it's directly addressed to Neuvillette and I'm curious why is he the one bringing judgement over all? why is he the one shown all alone in a grey and dull Fontaine?why not Furina? What does "spokesperson for Fontaine's past" suppose to mean??Like we already speculated about him being the Hydro Dragon, but this is *sniff* i smell GREAT storyline.

Genshin is about to drop heeeeavy lore and I'm here for it.

"its unnecessary to hold me in such high regard"

Last line in the trailer. Neuvillette said this right after being shown as one of the most powerful people in the whole nation really. He is either really modest or just tries to hide the fact that he's the most powerful in the nation. Or both. Honestly I'm not even sure of what to say about this, I just had to add it here because Neuvillette said it and I'm in whoo for him.

Him🤝Zhongli , fancy talking and acting like they don't have supreme power.

Last thought: this trailer was so powerful and sad over all. I'm expecting the archon quest to be an emotional rollercoaster with one or two emotional punches. I just know Neuvillette story will make me sob. Just look at him.

p.s. : I saw someone pointing out that the creators said that Neuvillette made a law so that the Melusines to be addressed as she/her and that fills my heart with joy. Neuvillette is shown to be oh so powerful and 'born from calamity' or whatever and yet he's one of the sweetest and kindest characters. 🫶🏼

Conclusion: i love neuvillette and idc about false accusations 😊🫶🏼

[konigsblog]

simon riley as a dad.

a/n; in this, simon is a single dad. please leave requests in my inbox, they're always open !! will make a part two if requested !!!

second photo isn't mine, message me the creators name and i'll update it ☀️

simon was definitely nervous to become a father. the thoughts of becoming like his own plagued his mind, stress forming as the due date came closer.

his beautiful baby girl was born. wipsy blonde hair, eyes lile her mothes, a birthmark on her chest, above her heart. he couldn't help himself, sobbing whilst he held his newborn, his little girl immediately calming down as soon as she was placed on his hands, eyes widening and staring at him with adoration and love, raising her small hand to his cheek.

the only person that new about simon's daughter was price, a man he could trust. it wasn't that he couldn't trust johnny or kyle, it would be easier to tell price as simon himself viewed price as a father. showing him the polaroid photos of his girl, smiling underneath the mask while talking about her.

it's her first day if school, and simon is unsure if he can let her go. he watches as the other adults send their kids off, hugging them goodbye whilst they skipped into school. his eyes glistening, becoming glossy as he held her tight, rocking her from side to side, forcing his tears back before kissing her forehead.

- “dad, i met a boy in my class!!” she yells out, excited to have made a new friend. the word ‘boy’ lingers in his mind. boy, oh god.

helping her with her homework after school seems boring and uninteresting, but to simon, everything about his daughter is exciting and interesting, it's his favourite part of the day; waking up and greeting her, watching as she scoffs down her breakfast, laughing and giggling with him.

i think by the times johnny and kyle figure out simon has a daughter, she's probably be around four. they literally yelled, unsurprisingly and exactly how he thought they'd react. rolling his eyes, yet a smirk hidden under his skull mask. - “the fuck do you mean you have a daughter??”

she definitely looks up to him. talks about him constantly with her guy friend. mentions that she wanted to do what he does for work, causing simon to spit his tea our and nearly have a panic attack at the thought. curling up to her, letting her rest her head on his chest as she took an afternoon nap after school, playing with her dirty blonde hair.

soap meeting her for the first time was definitely something.. he literally was jumping up and down the entire time, launching himself at the poor little girl infront of him, sobbing and whining because she didn't know who this freak was.

calmed down after simon explained that he was his colleague. price scolding him, simon glaring, kyle trying his absolute hardest not to start crying from laughter. - “oh my god, you're simons daughter!?!” johnny screams.

played games with kyle. beat him every single time - got accused of cheating.

price is calm, probably met her before the rest, letting her sit next to him while she talks about the her friend. raising his eyebrow to simon teasingly as she mentions the same boy, laughing at his expression, angered and terrified of a four year old - probably threatens to beat him up before reminded that was a kid.

as the future comes, she gets a boyfriend, and unexpectedly, and unsurprisingly, it's that same boy. literally is gritting his teeth and lecturing her. - “careful, kid. i know you think you love him, but he could be a shit person, 'alright? i'm not gonna let some boy hurt and ruin my daughter.” - “dad, im literally five.”

johnny becomes close with her (after attacking her) letting her out make-up on him. eyeshadow on his cheeks, lip stick on his eyes, false eyelashes on his lips. and kyle has a botched manicure, some nails placed on his palm.

- i can't be bothered adding anything more since it's nighttime, and i'm pretty tired 😵‍💫 tell me your thoughts and opinions ! :)

- will make a part two if wanted and requested.

[4imhry]

popular!sunghoon x fem!reader

synopsis: sunghoon, the school’s heartthrob who had developed a huge interest in teasing you or purposely riling you up. who knew behind all the teasings he was hiding his actual intention?

genre: mature, too much tension between sunghoon,kissing

(im not that good at writing smut PLS BEAR WITH ME) 🙏🏻

your other ear was occupied with your earphone while the other one was dangling around your knitted vest. you hummed the infamous Cupid song as you sorted your books into your locker, the catchy rhythm was addictive to you getting you to listen to it over and over.

a familiar platinum haired then slammed the metal surface with a loud thud causing you to take a few step backwards. wala, you were greeted with the annoying face you had to face almost everyday.

he was irritatingly handsome but his attitude often got you on your nerves you wanted to ruin that hair of his but you knew he would still look good with his hair disheveled.

“hello, sweet heart.” he began, a dazzling smile decorated his features.

you rolled your eyes, not even having the mood to talk to him.

“come on. where’s my greeting?” the corner of his lips curled up into a smirk.

you grunted and your body slumped instinctively upon his presence. you slowly turned to him with a painful forced smile as you spoke through your gritted teeth.

“can your cute little annoying ass get away from me just once?” you titled your head, cutely blinking a few times at him before swiftly your expression turned into a frown.

“awh you called me cute.” he inched closer to you, closing the proximity between the both of you. yes. you have gotten used to his antics.

his hans then went to your head, lightly patting it however you were quick to swat his hand away from you. he always manage to initiate the smallest skin ship whenever both of you argue over the dumbest things.

“sunghoon.” you sternly warned him. he lifted his eyebrows as if he didn’t do nothing that got him on your nerves a few seconds ago. you groaned before spinning around and instantly walked away, hated the fact he always manage to find a way to be around you. it’s ridiculous.

sunghoon chuckled to himself, amused of your reaction. the way you huffed angrily made you look adorable and the height difference isn’t helping either. his face fell when he realised what his inner self just thought of you.

he immediately shake his head, fixing his tie in distressed and made his way to his class.

nonetheless, as day passed by, sunghoon always purposely got into a useless arguments with you and even teased you except it got even more affectionate, it mostly ended up with you blushing and ran away or you making up an excuse just to get away from him.

sunghoon was more than entertained to see you in the state.

🐧

“are you sure sunghoon is just messing around with you or is he onto something else?” sunoo’s eyes fixated on you while he was slurping on his slurpee in one go.

“how many times do I have to tell you kim sunoo.” you grunted and buried your face in your palms in frustration. you swore sunoo had asked the same question for only god knows how many times already.

“i,m not buying any of them. can’t you see the way sunghoon looks at you?” he lifted an eyebrow, indicating you to follow his trail of vision. you turned your head only to met with his gaze which was piercing into yours.

“he’s annoying.” you muttered before averted your attention back to sunoo.

“annoyingly in love.” sunoo said in a sing sang tone, clasping his hands together.

“him? being in love with me?” you looked at him in disbelief. “are you not reading the whole situation correctly?” you rested your cheek on your palm.

“repeat that again, ma’am. that should be directed to yourself.” sunoo added, taking a bite of his egg sandwich.

“okay first of all-”

“you’re literally blind. can’t you see he low-key making a move on you?” you sighed, tired of all the false accusations your friends dump on to you.

eric joined the table with a bottle of cola in his grasp, plopping the duffel bag beside him as he took a seat beside sunoo.

“first of all.” you pitched your voice a bit. “he’s not in love with me and he’s not making a move on me.” you sternly spoke, fuming with anger.

“there’s no such a thing like a frat boy messing around with a nobody and then fall in love. I’m sure pretty girls with curvy bodies was the only thing he had on his bucket list and I’m not included in them.” you breathlessly ended with a huff.

they were indeed shocked with your outburst but the expressions plastered on their faces looked like as if a ghost appeared behind you. you gradually turned around only to be met with the so called frat boy.

“what makes you think that way?” the infamous smirk painted his features, flashing his fangs which added more into his ethereal looking visual.

“fuck.” you uttered and proceed to buried your face in your palms.

“why? i just came by to check on you.” he said, the other hand holding onto the strap of his duffel bag.

“how sweet of you.” you bat your eyelashes at him as you forced a smile. “you have no necessary reasons to do that, park sunghoon.”

he chuckled lightly before taking a seat beside you. eric and sunoo looked at each other, baffled and confused on why the popular latter suddenly took a seat at the same table as them. however, you facial expression were deteriorating compared to them.

“i believe you’ve been talking about me.” he casually said causing Eric to choke on his orange juice whereas sunoo choked on his fries. you looked at sunghoon with a grimaced expression.

“uh no we didn’t. you can’t go to someone’s table, seat beside them and assumed they talked about you. self absorbed much?” you rest your cheek on your palm, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I can hear sunoo’s and eric’s voice all the way from my table. how could I not?” he crossed his arms, his biceps bulging when he do so.

you glared at the two before you and they could only offer an apologetic smile before you averted your attention to find sunghoon already looking at you.

“you assumed i only date curvy girls? who the fuck thinks I only date a person for its body? I’m not that fucked up, y/n.” he poke his cheek with his tongue. he cant easily admit he got annoyed of your false statement.

“why did you sound so offended? that means you are.” you nibbled on your straw, finishing the almost empty milk box drink.

“okay me and sunoo got something important to attend to.” eric interuppted the both of you and sunoo gave him a judgy look for saying absurd things out of the blue. you gave them a pleading look to not let both of them left you with the boy.

they mouthed a sorry before scurrying away from the table with eric dragging sunoo by his forearm as sunoo sent you an apologetic smile. you shut your eyes before averted your focus to the boy again.

“i don’t know where you got that information from but it was clearly not true.” you wondered what got him becoming so defensive.

sunghoon’s protective bubble he was building to not let his feelings for you look that obvious gradually collide. he wasn’t going to let you think that way and let the false statement limit his move on you.

“alright then.” you uttered flatly. it was the only information you made up because you got sick of sunoo telling you sunghoon liking you and all yet you had the feeling it offended him.

sunghoon sighed, his intimidating demeanour fell for a sec. the more he hang around you, it smouldered the urge to make you his. he couldn’t resist it.

but to him, the chance of you liking him back was possibly low.

“i,m sorry.” you blurted out. somehow, your heart swelled upon seeing him become slightly upset.

sunghoon shrugged your apology off and told you how he was used to people making rumours about him here and there from the perks of being too well known.

🐧

you instantly shoved your books into your locker, noticing how the sky wasn’t looking very good today. grey coloured clouds began appearing following by the sounds of grumbling. a sudden lightning caught you off guard caused you to crouch down immediately.

your breathing became shaky, lips shivering as you shut your eyes, hoping it will go away soon.

“y/n?”

you slowly fluttered your eyes open at the sound of the familiar voice.

“sunghoon?” you hastily stood up not wanting to appear weak in front of him.

“why are you still here? it’s already late.” his voice were laced with concern. you furrowed your eyebrows at his tone.

“I should be asking you the same thing.”

“i just finished practicing for the upcoming competition.” you could tell he practiced by his damp hair he slicked back due to his sweat. you can’t help but stare at the way the knitted turtle neck clothes cling onto his body. “you?”

“i was helping mrs lee preparing for next week’s curriculum festival.”

“oh.” his face lit up. “that’s cool.” a small smile briefly appeared.

“thanks.” you looked up. it became awkward all of sudden. actually, you never had an actual conversation with him except those teasings here and there. but here you are, actually having an actual conversation with him.

it ignited something in you. it felt very new to see this side of the so called school heart throbbed, the friendlier and sweeter side of him.

“don’t be too hard on yourself.” he blurted out. “i know how busy you are because i used to take part of the event.”

you nodded. your face flushed at his words. he cared. he cared for you. you instantly shrugged those thoughts which kept gnawing in the back of your mind.

“you too.” you don’t want to be the only one to be sympathise on.

he chuckled and nodded, a strand of his hair fell on his forehead. you fought yourself from doing a double take on him. god, he looked so good.

“are you heading home?” he said as you were about to walk away from him. you turned your head and gave a nod in response. right timing, rain was pouring heavily so you decided not to contemplate and stay back until the rain became drizzly.

“well, not anymore.” you sulked.

sunghoon watched as you went back to where you stood earlier, a small smile formed on his lips. he founded you become even more endearing whenever you sulked. his hand went to pat your head.

you blinked a few times at him, registering the situation. “i guess you’re stuck with me.”

you found your heart throbbing achingly at his words. what is this weird feeling you’re experiencing? you had been feeling this tingly feeling a few weeks ago and it wasn’t helping at the fact you knew you slowly fell for the park sunghoon you loath for.

you shrugged your shoulder in response. being with him alone at the school hallway was awkward, mostly because you felt sunghoon’s piercing gaze on you

“i think I left something at the library. see ya.” you walked ahead without waiting for whatever he was about to reply with. you can’t help but made an excuse to get away from him.

you were sitting with your legs crossed at the literature section and your eyes occasionally wandering around incase sunghoon appear out of nowhere.

you fished out your phone and texted your cousin heeseung to pick you up. you let out a shaky breath as you slipped it inside your sling bang. you never would have thought you would be running away from sunghoon because you were afraid you would catch feelings for him.

“how am I supposed to go out there without bumping into him?” you uttered, head resting against the shelf.

“well hello there.” you flinched at the familiar voice.

“relax i,m not sunghoon.” jake spoke slowly approaching you, putting his arms up in surrender. you pouted before crossing your arms, slightly angry at him for appearing out of the blue.

however, you were comfortable around his presence compared with sunghoon because he wasn’t a pain in the ass who often riled you up everyday.

“were you watching me the whole time?” you eyed him suspiciously.

“what makes you think so? i only came here for the books and I wasn’t expecting you to be here.” he put both of his hands on his hip, resembling a mom nagging at its kids. “it’s late, y/n. shouldn’t you be heading home?”

“it’s raining heavily. i texted my cousin to pick me up.”

Jake nodded in understanding. just then, you hear shuffled footsteps approaching the both of you. you were biting your lip hoping it wasn’t who you thought it would be but judging by the expression the aussie wore you figured out who it was.

he always wore that puppy like expression whenever his best friend is around.

“oh, you found her.” sunghoon walked pass you to give his friend a fistbump.

jake lifted his eyebrows in satisfaction, as he slipped his palms into his hoodie pockets.

you eyed the both of them and suddenly everything started to click. does that mean jake wasn’t happen to found you sitting on the floor on purpose? did sunghoon asked him to search for you? why?

“okayyy what’s going on.” you said, not even understanding why the two were looking at you, standing statically.

“perhaps… I will let sunghoon explain that to you.” jake took a step back and pushed sunghoon forward, almost stumbling. the latter snapped his head towards jake, cussing under his breath before the aussie disappeared behind the aisle with a smile.

you got even more confused. sunghoon suddenly sat beside you, causing you to shift a bit from him. he was sad over the small gesture but it wasn’t enough to throw him off.

you curled up, pulling your legs against your chest, looking at him with a confused expression written over your face. you can’t help but wonder what he was thinking in that little head of his.

he mirrored your actions and hung his head low. the strands of the platinum haired fell over his forehead, covering half of his face.

you can’t help but notice how his side profile was perfectly sculptured. the prominent lines from his cheekbones and his pointed nose. he was absolutely charming–the ice prince title given fits his ice cold demeanour.

he then looked up at you, causing you to startled a bit because you’ve been staring at him for a while now.

“i just…” he hung his head low again.

you hummed. somehow, a subtle smile can be seen forming on his lips. he let out a light chuckle before turning towards you again, leaning dangerously close.

“i used to find you irritating. noisy. that little of cousin of jungwon who always know how to bite back to my remarks.”

you tilted your head confusion, not aware of where this conversation is going.

“i loved to rile you up and seeing you get mad over small things. it makes me happy i have no idea why honestly.” he bit his lip, trying to conceal the smile from spreading on his features even further. “maybe it’s because you look cuter when you’re angry.” he stifled a giggle.

“or maybe it’s because I love the way you blush unknowingly when I teased you.” you unconsciously smiled.

“everything about you is likable or should i say loveable?” his hand traveled to your cheek, caressing it delicately as if you were the most fragile thing in the world. your heart was thumping rapidly against your chest.

you had never thought the park sunghoon would say such things to you. he did flirted with you most of the time but no one of them felt genuine. he teased you so often you couldn’t differentiate between flirting or teasing. >///<

“oh my god you’re so adorable, aren’t you.” he cooed and grinned, the left dimple visible on his cheek as his lips stretched into a smile. you blushed into a deep crimson red as you looked away, refusing to meet his alluring gaze.

“the useless arguments i started with you everyday was just my only way to get your attention on me because you wouldn’t even look my way.” he started, took a strand of your hair and twirled it around his finger. “it’s annoying you wouldn’t even bat an eye at me when you and jungwon came to my house that day.”

“and i can’t forget the way you smile to jake so lovingly. it hurts.” he faked a pout. “since that day, i decided to find a way to get closer to you since you keep refusing me.” you would have never thought he fell for you first. your lips slightly parted in concentration as he went on.

“not that i want to give up anyway.” he sneaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him with ease. “I rather skip figure skating practice just to walk you home. i internally thanked jungwon for not picking you up on time just so i can grow closer to you.”

you brows furrowed upon his words. does that mean he lied to you when said he stayed back only to study instead of saying he had practice for his upcoming competition a few days ago. yes. park sunghoon had been walking you home for 5 days in a row.

your heart grew heavy, slowly filling with guilt. “you literally had nationals coming up. how could you–”

“i,m so inlove with you, don’t you get it?” he buried his head in the crook of your neck, his words muffled as he did so. you body jolted at the sudden gesture. you could only pray he didn’t hear your heart painfully beating against your ribcage at his words.

he took your hand and put it on his chest, his big hand hovering over yours and his eyes peering at you tenderly. “can you hear that? it’s painfully beating against my chest whenever you around.” you nodded.

this time, you took his hand into yours and put it on your chest. his pale skin showing visible pink tint creeping up onto his cheeks. “mine too.” you chuckled at his reaction. it was his turn to get flustered.

you had no idea where you got the confidence from but you then you loose the grip on his hand and went to peck on his lips, purposely let your lips linger on his as you cup his cheek before attempting to pullaway.

to your surprise, before you could do so, sunghoon grabbed you by your jaw and smashed his lips on yours.

“so, does this mean the feeling is mutual?” he breathlessly whispered in the midst of the kiss. you nodded, a smile spreading on your festures.

he laughed in disbelief, running his slender fingers through his hair before he leaned again, his other hand went to your nape, wanting to feel your lips against his again. the kiss wasn’t rough but it clearly shows both of you were desperate for one another.

he then pulled you on his lap and rested his hand on your hips as your hands instinctively went to wrap around his neck, running your fingers through his scalp, playing with the soft strands of his hair to deepen the kiss, increasing the tension between the both of you.

you grind on him for some friction earning a pretty whine came out from his mouth. you smirked, loving the reaction since you were the one who made him act that way, it riled you up to tease him more and eventually you got wetter at the feeling of bulge kept rubbing against you.

you moaned into the kiss and sunghoon took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, the kiss getting sloppier by seconds as his hand slipped inside your uniform, stroking your body curves. he then broke the kiss when he noticed you lacked out of breath, moaning uncontrollably as you rocked your body against him.

“shh lower down you voice, love.” you nodded, still drunk in the attempt of feeling yourself against him. “you don’t wanna get caught do you.” his then tighten his grip on your waist when you fasten on your pace, biting your lip as you chase your high. sunghoon whimpered, also struggling to keep his moans down.

oh god the boy was adoring the sight before him. your ruffled hair, your uniform slightly liften up a bit exposing your stomach, your skirt were rolled up for a better friction, swollen lips because of his doing and pretty moans coming out of your mouth.

“f-fuck..” his breath hitched. he wanted to feel you. he instantly took your skirt off with ease and yanked down your shorts, leaving you in your underwear.

“h-hoon..ah..” he could felt your wetness, spreading onto his pants as you kept humping against him. it turned him on even more. you were driving him insane. “i-it feels s-so good..” he could feel your pussy throbbing against his bulge, who was rock hard and screamed to be satisfied.

“f-fuck yes..mmph.”

you slipped your hand inside your panties, rubbing your clit, adding pressure onto yourself as you hump harder. the friction of his pants mixed with your fingers, tighten the knot in your stomach. sunghoon’s lips slightly parted and he thought you couldn’t get any hotter.

you took your hand out of your panties when he pulled you for a desperate kiss and pulled away, using his strong hands as he turned you over and humped onto you. the attempt to lower down your moan become a struggle when he fasten his pace, his breath speeding up as he dry humped onto you relentlessly. your moans was pushing him over the edge.

“h-hoon I-I,m...” your gripped onto biceps tighten, feeling your stomach tighten onto a knot and you soon came over his pants, white liquid gushing over his pants in such a huge amount. your face scrunched up in pleasure but then you were startled when sunghoon continue humping you, making you overstimulated from the immense pressure.

he groaned when he came, feeling his cock shooting a huge load in his boxer. “oh g-god.” he kept humping onto you as his high slowly dispersed.

“that was good.” he smirked as he tucked the strands of your hair behind your face. “you’re so pretty fuck” he laid on top of you, the weight of him making it so difficult for you to breathe. he couldn’t refuse he just make out with the girl he was hopelessly in love with.

you chuckled, tapping his shoulder multiple times signalling him to get up. “shut up. now let me get up and clean up because what if the librarian happen to walk by and caught me half naked?”

he smiled cheekily and pinched your cheeks. “alright. now, do I get to keep your panties as a remembrance that I kissed you in the literature isle?”

“no♡.”

“okay.”

“only if you take me out on a date.” you kissed him on the cheek, resulting him to be a blushing mess.

“with no further questions.” he then proceeded to lean against the shelf and scooped you into his embrace, warmth engulfing the both of you and as the rain subsided, sunghoon took you on a date at the cafe downtown.

“so..are we like together?” you didn’t want to pronounce the word as it came out too cringe if you say it. you continue to fidget with the penguin plush toy sunghoon got you at the arcade earlier. a light blush covered your pale skin.

“yes we are.” he then entwined your hand with his, his warmth seeping into you as he put it inside his pocket. “I can’t believe I finally get to call you mine.” your smile widen upon his words and cling onto his forearm. sunghoon giggled at the cute gesture.

and both of you walked down the streets, laughing and giggling at each other. the dim lights reflected on the street as dried leaves decorated the path. sunghoon was more than happy he got to end up with the girl he was deeply in love with.

the feeling was mutual all along.

pls like, repost and your feedbacks are very much appreciated! <3

//OMG THANK U FOR 304 NOTES? THANK U FOR THE LIKES AND THE REBLOGS IT MEANT SO MUCH TO ME 🩷

[dreamofjoys]

Hello! I really like your writing for a long time 😭❤ Could I request a headcanon of Malleus children who are angry with Malleus because they accidentally see Malleus bite the reader's neck, they think that their father wants to hurt their Mother, even though the two of them are just making out.

Sorry my english is so bad. Thank You So much🐉💚

— a/n: your english is okay!! also this idea is too funny HAHHAHAHA XD hope you like it ~

— cw: mentions of fingering, biting, licking of wound

Your children had decided to barge into you and malleus’s shared chamber, demanding to spend time with the both of you

They expected to see their parents doing paperwork, or maybe having tea time

However, the sight that greeted them was their own father sinking his sharp fangs into their mother’s neck, with blood dripping down from the wound

The children’s gasp had caught both of your attention

Malleus quickly retracted his fangs and fingers that were knuckles deep inside you (he could explain about the biting part but the fingering part is unexplainable!!!)

The eldest child immediately surged forward, pushing malleus away from you while the youngest stood in front of you protectively, not allowing malleus to come near you

“Father, how could you hurt mother?!” The eldest tried to tackle malleus down, but malleus was faster. He quickly stepped aside before lifting the child up so that he won't crash onto anything

The eldest was going to release their breath fire on malleus when you suddenly spoked up, "honey, mommy is fine! see?" you beckon to the "wound" on your neck, which appears to be nothing but your skin with no blood in sight

"Huhhh?? but we saw father biting mother! there's even blood!" the youngest protest before rubbing their green eyes, wondering if it was a hallucination

"Ye-yeah, I saw it too!" The eldest stuttered, a little afraid that their father is going to punish him for false accusation (and for attacking the king of briar valley)

"Hmm, maybe the both of you are just tired?" You scooped the youngest up in your arms, small hands circling around your neck as you walk towards your oldest child, who malleus has already re-positioned to hold them in his arms properly

You caressed the eldest's cheek, noting the tiredness in his eyes that is likely due to the harsh training of being the heir to the throne

The eldest sigh in content, basking into the warmth of your hand. Since young, the heir and their sibling have been taught about the difference between humans and faes

Humans are significantly weaker than faes in terms of strength, magic and lifespan, so it is important to use their power with caution when interacting with one

Upon learning that their own mother is a magicless human, both child had become super protective over you (Malleus was extremely delighted about it) They are aware that you do not live up to a hundred years, so caring for your well being has always been their top priority

"I see, it must have been lilia's harsh training." Malleus suggested, patting his child's head affectionately. " I will tell him to go easier on you."

"Im sorry for attacking and shouting at you, father" The eldest apologised, follow by a small sorry from the youngest. Malleus raised his eyebrow, finding the situation amusing. "It's okay, we all make mistakes. Besides, you seem stronger than last time."

"So, what did the two of you come in for?" You tried breaking the awkward silence, to which both of the child finally remember their original agenda

"Oh oh! We just wanted to spend some time with you!" The youngest perked up, getting excited all of the sudden

"Hm," Malleus paused. "We can eat dinner together. In the meantime, your mother and I need to rest first. We are both tired from the meeting just now."

"Yay!" Both of them cheered as you and Malleus set them down on the ground, watching them run out of your shared chamber, skipping back to their own room with excitement. It seems that the both of you have been too busy to accompany them.....

"What was that about?" you point to your neck area, where the supposedly wound was suppose to be

"I cast a spell on you, making your wound disappear when it's in fact still there...." green wisps of magic dissolves into thin air as the bite mark appears again

"Should we continue where we left off? I should teach our kids to knock on the door next time, so that they wont interrupt important things."

Malleus pulls you into his embrace, tilting your head to the side so that he can get a better access to your neck. He licks the blood on your wound, feeling your body tremble at the sensitivity

"Hey stop! what if they come back again? We won't be able to get away for the second time!"

[gamblersdoll]

PUT MY NAME ON IT, NOW IT DESIGNER 6

angst, hurt to slight fluff, violence and graphic imagery.

“i didnt do shit.” hakari seethed, his hands scrambling for a good reason he was on the spot. he couldnt understand how it had happened, how possibly he had the money but had no transfers from your account to his or vice versa.

“well, how is it in your account!?” you seethed back. sinji had been long gone, which did make you question him, but you were more focused on hakari.

“i told you, i dont know girl!” he shouted, pacing back and forth and in circles.

you were growing tired. so torn in between believing him or giving him the benefit of doubt. a part of you chanted the fact that he had taken money or manipulated you into giving him some money when you were vulnerable, making it hard for his truth. and another part whispered about the past few months he had spent with you, the dates he took you on, the happiness you hadnt felt with sinji, everything. how could you believe him when your money was infact in his bank account ? how could you not believe him and it was a mistake on the transfers end?

you had been in your head for too long, and that worried hakari too much.

“hello?!” he shouted, snapping his fingers in your face. yes you hated when he did that outside of sex, but you needed that snap back to reality. “i didnt touch your money, babydoll. im way past that, dont you realize that?” he asked, tilting his head and looking at you to hope that you came to your senses.

you looked away from him, holding your arms and sighing deeply. you couldnt decide whether or not to believe him. you should believe him! but what if he actually did take the money? what if he didnt? if he didnt, then who did? would you have to start over? what about hakari?

“for now, just leave kinji.” you said, keeping your voice low and gaze away from him. you were definitely shaking, shaking with anxiety and fear, and deep regret. you dont know what exactly you regretted, but that emotion was just present.

hakari sucked his teeth, grabbing his jacket and then you in a fit. he grabbed you ahold by your arm, pulling to his stature and looked down at you. you felt scared for only a glimpse, knowing he isnt the type to beat on women, yet you got startled.

“when i prove this shit false, its gon be me and you.” he said, with somewhat malice and he gritted his eyebrows together. you and him? you wouldnt understand what his version of that was.

and he left without a second glance, slamming the door behind him. he was pissed, most definitely. pissed wasnt the word to use, seething, he was practically melting with rage and revenge. because he wasnt that kind of boy no more that would do that shit. he was grown, grown and well financially capable of taking care of himself, you, and certainly much more. so the fact he was even accused of theft from you drove him absolutely mad.



and the weeks of not talking to kinji were pure fucking hell. you wanted to reach out, you had to. you could actually say that you missed him, contrary to what you would verbalize. you couldnt land a finger on what had happened. and the truth could be right in front of you. hell, you know its some shit when even maki or panda were shocked– especially panda, since hakari was supposedly to exploit him.

and the house was no better. you were alone, but by choice. sinji of course would reach out to you and talk as if nothing had happened, as if he didnt just cause discord between you, him, and kin. you didnt want sinji, you wanted hakari, more than anything. you made the bed, you need to lie in it.

New notification!

you sprung out of your chair, hoping and praying to the gods it was hakari, your hakari, hoping he had texted you about seeing him, anything to show he was innocent like you wanted him to be.

“Sinji: what you wearin? 👀”

you groaned, throwing your head back and choosing to not reply. maybe you wouldnt talk to hakari ever. maybe that was the end of your chapter.

or so you thought.

it was maybe around one in the morning, you slowly drifting to sleep and having just binged watched some show that was trendy.. what was it? love is blind? you got ran the fuck over with that statement. but you felt your phone go off, groaning in annoyance and opening your phone. your heart shot up.

New notification!

“hakari: link @ that coffee shop you like first thing, dont keep me waiting.”

and you didnt keep him waiting, tapping your thumbs together and tapping your foot. he was sitting across from you, not even looking but you can tell he had maybe finally calmed down, he was unreadable at this time.

“hakari i-“ you started, but he interrupted you by putting his hand up, pausing you before you even started. you almost swatted his hand away, just from natural reaction, but you caught it before he caught you. he whipped his phone out, opening his transaction history and having you read it. “read that shit back to me.”

you read it slow, analyzing and gazing at everything. and you had never felt more confused or just slow.

“… what does any of this mean, kin?” you asked, failing to see the bigger picture or maybe you were just slow with a capital “s”.

“hard transaction deposit.” he repeated back, folding his arms together and looking at you. “that means that a third party went into your account, took your money, transferred it to my account, and was using a burner.” he said, he always did his best to not mansplain things but it was needed.

“okay, so.. was it any of your boys?” you asked, “because didnt you transfer money to me when we started talking again?”

“did i send it, or did i take money?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “i have the option to send and transfer money to you, not take it out. and using last time isnt a good excuse ‘cause you sent it to me. neva had the option to take yo money straight from the accounts.”

“okay, thats true, ill give you that..” you said, chewing on your thumb nail, and causing hakari to move your hand away from your mouth. and receiving a ‘stop biting your nail, mama,’ “then who did?”

“the burner traces back to sinji, obviously.” he said, rolling his eyes and sucking his teeth. “the dumbass forgot about IP addresses and shit. i didn’t expect you to know cause numbers dont go good with you.” he jabbed, but thats just how he was. he wasn’t being a dick, though. he just knew the truth.

“im sorry-“

“oh, you will be.” he paused you again, giving a small smile. that scared the shit out of you, the whole saying of ‘fuck around find out’ shit from him.

“hakari chill out!” you said, but one of his clients holding their hand out in front of you to stop you in your tracks, shaking his head at you.

your current position? watching your.. ex? sneaky link? side man? hakari pounding his fist into sinji’s jaw and focusing only on that. sinji wasnt looking too hot.. shit , when did he ever? he was all bruised and purple, also soaked in blood from his broken nose and limp jaw that was clearly dislocated. this had gone on for at least ten minutes. and everyone knew that it was done now, you question how he was able to take a beating like that from hakari.

but for hakari, for one good last blow, stomped his shoulder blade in, hearing a crunch and sinji writhing in pain.

“ill but you a new carpet tomorrow, yall–“ he pointed at the clientele he had hired for his fight club, and shooing them out. “yall leave but be round at arms reach.” he said. “you.” he pointed at you, beckoning his finger at you, “cmere.” and you had no choice to.

“hak-“

“unt unt, no talking, you gon listen to this shit.” he said, putting a hand on your back and one around your throat softly. “you my girl now, no more sinji, in fact he gon watch me while i fuck you.” he said, gritting his eyebrows together and nibbling at your throat. “you and me.” he growled softly. “i fucken love you.”

you cant get a chance to respond, but you were already on your back while he was gripping at your clothes. it made you aroused, not lying to yourself. you needed this, because sinji hadnt dicked you down, and can never now.

“and bitchboy over here is going to hear, and watch me fuck my girl, whether he likes it or not.”

[unaturalhistory]

@gotankgo

Now you will have a little courage and you will come and explain yourself here,

Im tired you say a lot of trash about me...I have never been far right and I have never interacted with Nazi blogs ,

so now you're going to come talk to me so I can explain to you that you were wrong or else you stop talking shit about me....I'm waiting for your response...

I do not tolerate your false accusations

[johnkahner]

Omg, i'm so obsessed with your blog and your fics!!! I made this account just to like and interact with you... Sorry is this weird? ANYWAY, i saw a post about you asking for mk1 ideas to write... What you think about the reader being like one of liu kang chosen is a very talented sorcerer but kinda weird, he wears black all the time, its quiet, gloomy and enjoy ritualistic stuff but the other champions who are close to him find him very likeable, funny and kind and of course hes not evil just awkward.

BUT without anyone noticing he nurtures a massive crush on Tomas and is like really nervous when they interact, Tomas actually enjoy spending time with the reader a lot because of how interestingly weird the reader is... And maybe a mutual crush happening?? I dont know im so sorry for my bad english im so obsessed with this game and Tomas especially!

Also sorry if i'm not doing this right i never had a tumblr before hahaha ok sorry i talk to much

AN: Hi! Sorry this took a while. I'm glad you like the blog! It makes my day to see people interact with it. Your English is fine! I honestly haven't used Tumblr much till I made this account. This was also fun to write. I wrote the reader as male because you used he/him. I hope you enjoy it! Not proof read.

Notes: Male! Sorcerer! Reader

To be honest it was difficult to make friends with the people who were fighting for the protection of Earthrealm. Like the other champions and yourself got along wonderfully. However due to the stigma that sorcerer's had it was sometimes hard for you to get people to trust you. Not to mention your clothing color of choice, black, being most of the time considered an evil color.

Most people thought that you're working alongside the Deadly Alliance as some sort of spy, but that's far from the truth.

One day a Monk from the Wu Shi academy was yelling at you for some reason. You don't know what you supposedly did wrong, but most of the time if something bad happened others would blame you.

During the Monk's shouting the Lin Kuei trio were on their way to discuss something with Lord Liu Kang. Tomas approached closer to the two men to see what was wrong, and to find a solution that could fix things.

He sees you wearing a tired frown. Not a moment later you two connect eyes for a moment. It was different. There was no malice that you could feel coming from him.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"This fool was trying to listen to my conversation with Lord Liu Kang. Yet he insists that he isn’t just like a liar would.”

Looking paranoid not only for the false accusations that the Monk is making towards you, but Tomas is the one coming to your aid. Whenever he was near you, your nerves didn’t know how to act. Tomas smiled at you.

“I believe you are mistaken about my friend. He would never do that. Not to mention it’s not very polite to judge someone based on their appearances.”

The monk would argue with Tomas, but decides it’s better to just leave. Well after sending a glare in your direction.

“T-thank you for y-your help, T-tomas. I g-greatly appreciate it.” You bow a little. You really are grateful that he helped you out. He smiles at you.

“You're welcome, my friend. Would you like to hang out if you’re not busy?”

“O-oh! Sure, that w-would be nice.”

The two of you walk in silence for a moment. Enjoying the scenery around you two. After finding a place to sit down, he would ask you what it’s like to be a sorcerer and about some rituals you would perform sometimes. He wants to know almost everything about you and what interests you. Tomas listens very carefully to how you perk up at his questions, and how you ramble on about the little finer details of your explanations.

What you two don’t know is the mutual feelings that are forming between each other. Maybe one day it would blossom into a beautiful relationship.

[malewifesband]

i am once again begging white queers yes even you white trans person to understand you have enormous amounts of power over all black people yes even the cis and heterosexual ones i am sick and fucking tired of people on here going ohhhh this person is unfairly calling me racist it MUST be because im trans and thats why im being accused of being racist im soooo tired of whisper campaigns spreading lies. and by the way im going to spread every unsubstantiated rumor about the black person who called me racist its not the same bc im white so its not a whisper campaign if i do it

like genuinely fucking genuinely all the garbage within transphobia is the same shit black people have gotten globally, all over the fuckin world, for centuries from degendering to hypersexualization to pedojacketing and false rape and assault accusations all of these are really disturbingly common features of antiblackness both today and historically you need to make a fucking effort to actually learn about antiblackness SPECIFICALLY bc for one thing modern transphobia would hardly exist if it were not for antiblackness!! the myth of the sex binary and its immutability was part--and a large part--of the founding myths to dehumanize black people so that they could be sold into and kept in chattel slavery without making the slavers want to kill themselves for the fucking monstrosity of what they were doing to a person for fucking money. white scientists of the time made up that white people are more sexually binary than black people, while black people are too androgynous, so white people must be more evolved and thus can subjugate black people. and since that wasnt a fact, the borders of gender for white people had to become heavily policed and pathologized to maintain that myth, lest everybody realize what fucking monsters they were for what theyd allowed to happen and actively benefitted from

you need to understand antiblackness to have any hope of every understanding the material conditions of capital and its underpinnings, and frankly if you do not make that effort just kill yourself instead

[ava-du-mortain]

sad rambling vent post about my relationship with the wayhaven fandom.

i think a lot abt how fandom ruined my relationship with wayhaven bc it's my comfort media but i feel so paranoid interacting with literally every single person in the fandom because of the shit i dealt with and i know i have talked about this before and you're probably like "damn bitch go to therapy or shut up"

but idk sometimes i remember that and i get sad because no matter what relationships I've made in fandom or the people i think are cool or whose writing and art i love, there will always be that voice in my head telling me "there's a discord server where people talk shit about you"

(and i need to stress that's not pure paranoia and early in my fandom days there WAS a discord server where people regularly talked shit about me and accused me of shit i didn't do or say. and some of those ppl are STILL in fandom and still mutuals in law with me)

that isn't to like shame people who may be friends with them esp cuz like im not gonna openly call anyone out over some he said she said they said nonsense but like 🤷 idk i wish that the people who treated me like a fandom pariah didn't succeed in doing so? i wish my friends who had been in that server at the time stuck up for me when it did happen?

because i have an ex friend who would be in my dms telling me how these people are talking shit about me and making false accusations so they can justify hating me but he would still be a part of that server and friends with those people so as not to rock the boat

and idk how am i supposed to feel about that? and like because of shit like this i can't fully trust that anyone in the wayhaven fandom isn't in a group chat where maybe occasionally if i say some shit in the tags maybe someone will bring it up in the server and go "lmao remember that bitch pap we used to talk shit about 3 years ago" and rehash all the shit they used to say to even new people in the fandom

because there are people who preemptively block me when joining the wayhaven fandom and idk how to deal with that when literally the only controversial thing I've ever done is stick to my guns about how i feel about racism and r/adfems in fandom. like that's the kind of shit i got called retarded for and sent anon hate consistently through end of 2020 beginning of 2021? i got accused of harassing a person I'd literally never met for making 1 incredibly general text post about racism in fandom with no identifying information (because i wasn't talking about anyone specific) and people still have me blocked over that shit. I had someone who i thought was a friend vague post about me (a trigger of my paranoia) the same day I posted about how I was having suicidal ideation around my paranoia due to people vague posting about me constantly—literally only over me not using his art in a fandom event, like he got paid + a tip for a commission and in the end we didn't feel it was a fit and respectfully told him so (but he still got that bag??) and he decided suicide baiting was the answer.

girl i don't even fucking know what to do

how do i even begin to repair my relationship with this fucking hostile fandom without grovelling at the feet of shitty white fandom moms who decided im hostile and bringing drama to fandom?

idk im tired and im not sure if this makes sense but I'm hitting post anyway

[sarcophagid]

hiii what do u think about morningstar visuals or lore

he's one of my favesss

visually it's a lot of fun, he looks good in all black! im a liiitle tired of them showing his face all the time but i do like the silly little golden face on the mask.

also think it's neat that one of the design sketches had feathers on it. i'm oscillating between bat/moth/bird as an ithaqua animal. but i see nathaniel as snake themed and i do like a good snake vs. bird symbolism.

lorewise, i think morningstar ithaqua was really a good parallel for his original story. although i wish they mentioned his mother since she's a major character his backstory. i do wonder if helel is supposed to be ithaqua if his motives were utterly devoid of love.

regardless, the way i saw it in the og, the norwell family (or at the very least magistrate norwell, although i doubt janet and nathaniel are ignorant enough to not know what they're doing.) likely didn't genuinely believe in demons or witchcraft. it was more of a means to manipulate the townspeople and gain social power, since cultivating a fear of accusation would benefit the judge. and this parallels how later on, ithaqua would use the same practice of leveraging fear and lies to manipulate the people and protect his mother.

and this is reflected in the way both nebuchadnezzar and helel used a false divine connection to claim their right as king. the line "new lies will be treated as the word of god." implying that nebu was also lying.

nebu posing as a vicarious voice of 'god' goes with how ithaqua calls the attackers "gods" due to the religious nature of their accusations. likewise, nebu condemns those below the tower as 'demons' similar to how ithaqua's mother was called a demon.

it's also neat that they used a fallen angel as inspo - as helel being nebu's twin, was originally a prince before his fake execution, like how og ithaqua was presumed dead and abandoned. (i do wonder why exactly nebu spared him. i know why for plot armour reasons but there's some interesting possibilities.)

and helel is a fun character! i liked the detail that people didn't obey helel that much out of loyalty or even fear but because they were mutually using each other. helel didn't gaf about being king and they didn't actually believe his claims of being the true king as long as everyone got what they wanted in the end.

"Yet they did not know that the new, sun-eating king was never interested in governing at all. He knew that the followers hated the corrupt royals from the kingdom that he fell, knew that a religion built on a foundation of lies would shatter easily at first touch. But that had nothing to do with him. His goal was always the king of the tower, Nebuchadnezzar, and this battle was all a selfish frenzy of revenge."

helel isn't power hungry, he's single mindedly focused on vengeance. i'll go as far as to say he's not truly an agent of just retribution, he's just willing to do anything if it helps him in his goal. it's like, almost funny how he just lets people take advantage of the political shift for their gain as long as nebuchadnezzar stays imprisoned. and helel's lack of moral inhibition when it comes to his goals is one of the key parts of ithaqua's character. i think that's one of the similarities between him and nebu, but nebu is the one who actually desires power and control, using violence to attain that, in an inversion of helel's motive+method.

speaking of similarities another thing i really liked was the "everything was turned upside down, yet everything still remained the same." line. despite how much he hates their sameness, helel has to become something of similar magnitude to the sun king to make any meaningful change, just as there are no bloodless ways for the nightwatch to command paranoia.

and i think the funniest bestest part of all this is that helel fails. his plan to indefinitely torture nebu gets cut short when one of his allies (based tracy) finds the supposedly dead king and makes good on the false claim by killing him for real. all of helel's concentrated effort and sacrifice was for nothing. and it does actually make sense when you think about it because nightwatch is present at the manor, and why would he leave his post to go there? despite killing nathaniel and creating the persona of 'ithaqua', his mother's still sick. and whatever happened afterwards, he had to leave. somewhere in ithaqua's story, he failed too.

anyways cool story yeah i like it a normal amount